Isekai Cheat Magician

A cavalry composed of a total of 300 troops is eating and scattering as soon as they have allowances for the noble army with the ringing of the ground.

If you look at just a few, you can say it's not enough to take a regiment of 300 or anything compared to thousands of large regiments. But more than a dozen times as many troops can be collected in one place. And factors that lightly overshadowed the difference in numbers were at the head of the cavalry.

Smeera Ghaya, Supreme Commander of the Ellistein Magic Royal Army. Ellistein's greatest masterpiece in almost every aspect of the war.

Knights and court magicians of the Royal Ellistein Army at a level that is never low are kicked in front of Smeera as if they were children.

"What's up!? But you can't even stop 300 cavalry men! What were you learning in my army!!

The knight of the noble army, the court magician, has two affiliations. One is the aristocratic border guerrilla army. The other is the Ellistein Magic Kingdom Regular Army. They were an army serving nobility and an army serving the kingdom.

The precedence of command orders over them is the nobility with the title, but at the same time Smeera is also the superior officer. For this reason, the right of precedence does not mean that nobility is above Smeera.

With that background, knights and court magicians on the aristocratic side have been practicing daily under Smyra. Therefore reprimand, the soldiers following her were genuinely sympathetic to the soldiers of the noble army.

Smella's thunder is horrible like a dragon. I'm so sorry about fighting her. If you are on your side, you can support your mind, but if you turn to your enemies, you will never have a more troublesome opponent.

This assessment is nobody's word, Pasos and Bella.

In a simulated battle led by the same number of armies, Smyra vs. Pasos, the strength of the Bella coalition is mutual. Bella and Pathos roles are rear and front commanders, respectively. We both have very good abilities and excellent collaboration. Smeera is distinct from those two, who can do each other with only one person under rear and front command. There is anecdote that Jilmar, who heard this story, said in his true face, "It is fortunate that Smeera has been in our country since its founding" and that did not sound daunting at all.

"Those are pathetic people. When this battle is over, we'll all get back to work."

Smella squeaks like she's going to span a horse with a deep red tendency on her black body. Speaking of outfits, he looked painted on an unacceptable level, such as other followers, but the soldiers of the noble army uniformly blued their faces.

If you keep their defense just in case, you're being pushed not because Smeera is your opponent. No matter how many a thousand Smellas a horse, it is only known how many can be dealt with alone. The soldiers of the Royal Army, excited by the appearance of the brave Smeera, launched the attack in unison, saying that now was a good time. Compared to the Royal Army soldiers with increased morale, there was a historical difference between the noble armies, which were becoming aware of their disadvantages.

"What peace of mind. You guys will decide to do it too."

I look back and say that, General.

I'm sorry for this...... and the Royal Army soldiers who were deciding on other personnel shrugged and moaned.

"I just think the knight and the court magician are sagging. All the reports are in my ear. Just a little bit of no action. This is it right away. Let's start with Pathos and Bella."

At the same time, he said, "Fuck!" It sounded like a cute sneeze or an old grandson idiot of a good age felt chills, but he makes a small cut.

The extraordinary charisma of Smella is the factor that makes you stop that hand in the middle of the battlefield and reach your own voice, regardless of your enemy allies.

"Come on, let's go. I expect all that's in my army is the one with the bones."

Smeera re-grabbed her reins so that she could see the soldiers around her.

"Ha!

A numbing sound. That signals the resumption of combat. The knights of the Royal Army pushed in an avalanche, following Smyra, who went on without forgiveness or abatement.

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From Dortesheim's mansion, the battlefield was well seen.

From what Oldo has seen, the aristocratic army is overwhelmingly disadvantaged. The mighty men of the tiger child have already been defeated or stopped, and Marchese, who went out on the scene to change the war situation, has not returned either.

The desperate resistance of the Marquises was also muddled, and his own army was seen crushing here and there.

The Royal Army is approaching the end of the eyes and nose of this mansion.

"Did your husband escape safely?"

"Yes."

Oldo asks that of the boy next door. He is the successor Oldo is raising with his own hands.

The boy was talented and a natural hard-worker enough for the Lord to let go and praise him that Oldeau would be in hiding after ten years like this. But it also becomes a blister today.

I don't have a husband in this mansion right now. After we've already left. No, after I let you leave, should I say?

The prized Dortsuheim did not lend his ear this time to Oldo's prophecy. Oldeau was forced to put him on a horse and let him leave.

"What a pity it would be to be a duke, such as to be able to protect and finish in such a place. If you can do it anyway, I want you to do it in advance."

decades in the service of Dort Esheim. Dortesheim seemed pleased to receive the remarks he had bumped into with unprecedented rigour. A statement to be taken as disrespectful seems to have rocked the Duke's mind.

"Your... no. I will answer your loyalty. We need to make sure you don't complain in the afterlife."

Dortesheim said so and left this mansion without ever looking back.

This place is crap. This is the last fortress to defend the place of death they deserve for a master they will not respect.

"Well, everyone who stays here dies here."

That's what Oldo said pale.

Men and women. Old or young.

Everyone was laughing. Like I said, there's nothing to remember.

That's what everyone has been prepared for since the day Dortesheim decided to rebel against the royal family. Those who want to leave will be touched many times by Dortesheim if they do not hold back, but they did not leave him alone. Property is forfeited. The title is also stripped. There is no guarantee of a place to work next, and on the contrary, life is not even promised.

When he heard the report, Dortesheim was squeaking "all fools..." and staring at the soggy wine in the glass. Behind the unchanging eyes of his expression, what did he think?

"Heh. You're all aligned and full of fools"

"You don't want to be told only by the fool-headed Oldeau."

What I laughed in a pleasant voice was a young woman who was a maid of honor in the mansion. She's one of those people who made up her mind to end up here.

He is young but very good, and he is one of those people who did all the time Don Patch with Oldo about his job.

"Hmm...... forgive me. I let you guys pull the poverty lottery."

"Poor lottery? No way. With a mistake of privilege. Come on."

Not responding just to laughing at someone's words, Oldo turned his body to the battlefield. The mansion is already surrounded by the Royal Army.

"Complete anti-war! Don't let any of them in the mansion!

Fireballs fly into dozens of mansions. The red flames engulfed their appearance.

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Smella acknowledged the figure walking flat here with one body, amidst flying magic and arrows.

"That's..."

Prestigious in its appearance. I didn't do anything. A presence that is just released by walking. In a battlefield dominated by anger and roar, it should be noted that there is only one person, except Zilmar, who is there to complete the field.

"Were you there? General Smeera."

There are dozens of cavalry around Smella. Yet the person only looked to Smeera. Like saying you're not interested in other people.

"Long time no see. His Excellency the Duke of Dort Esheim."

The soldiers around them do not have the opportunity to meet the Duke. They didn't know who it was, but they were overwhelmed by the atmosphere, a little by Smeera's words.

I didn't ask what you were doing. There is only one reason why he purposefully named Smeera.

"I chose you as the place of death I deserve. Let's just get some time."

"It's the ultimate honor."

The Duke so much as an enemy. Smeera got off the horse and paid him tribute.

As a respectable nobleman.

As a respectable person.

As a respectable warrior.

"Which. Let's see straight away how much bad habits we once corrected are fixed"

"I appreciate that verse. This is a good opportunity, and I will repay you."

"Phew. Looks like he's mastered his mouth as well as his sword"

It rang at the same time, the sound of a sword running through the sheath.

The battlefield was at some point surrounded by silence.

There is too little to miss this battle.

Because it is a direct confrontation between a contemporary general and a previous general.

The pin, and the tensile thread, I thought I saw it.

I felt like it was going to reach everywhere, even the spitting noise.

Someone's sweat falls to the ground under the pressure of a misdigit.

Poop.

Sounded awesome, Smeera and Dortesheim met their swords.

The impact becomes a violent wind and washes away the whole area.

The battle between the two men, betting their country and their pride, has now begun.

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It was a giant rock that flew in as many as adult men. Taiichi took it with one left hand, approaching at a faster speed than the car blown away by the typhoon.

The body doesn't move at all. I don't even relieve the shock with my joints.

With this degree of attack, no such small workmanship was necessary.

To stop Taiichi is of no use in an attack like this.

"Shit. You're a monster."

Marchese poisons Inimiques' magic.

Even when they said that, Taiichi flaunted his shoulder in the mood.

"You can't win, but you're calling."

To be honest, Marchese shut her mouth.

Taiichi hasn't attacked once. It's kind of up in the sky, even defensive action.

There are times when neither Marchese's sword nor Inimix's magic will even defend him. Of course they are not amateurs either, so I won't commit the foolishness of removing the offense over this period.

The attack strikes brilliantly straight to Tai Chi, and is bounced. Sometimes the Marchese sword captured the neck, one of the human steeples. When it comes to the feeling at that time, it seems to have been bounced by a thick iron plate.

And it sounded so high that I didn't think I'd slaughtered people.

Whether you can cut it off, or get shot with magic, Taiichi clearly didn't care. As for Taiichi, I can't help but worry about Rin. I very much don't think my left foot is in good shape, even though it is a good match. Speaking of which, it may be the first time Rin has come to another world and suffered a bleeding shakedown injury.

I want to intervene in Rin's battle right now and do something about it if I can, but I also want to take care of how she feels when she says she's taking on the enemy. Then it will be important to keep a close watch. In the meantime, Taiichi needs to attract Marchese and Inimix.

I still haven't been around thinking about things in emotional theory on the battlefield, but I couldn't afford to reflect on myself like that. You would be right to shut up Marchese and Inimiques right now and take Rin and leave. Because Taiji has the power to do it.

"You know."

Taiichi accepts Marchese's sword perfectly at his fingertips.

"You can finish it now, though."

I can't accept that. It makes absolutely no sense what you've come so far for.

"Ku! Not yet!

Given the situation of war, it is an act that makes no sense to each other.

Going towards an opponent who has no chance of winning.

Extending the battle against the Underground to darkness.

What do you call it, without calling it futile?

Marchese can't leave here.

Inimieks deliberately appeared before him because he said, "Let us seal the summoners of the other worlds".

I was willing to go out on the battlefield, but I wasn't going to stand in front of someone I couldn't win.

I came here because it would be tough if I hadn't put him in my sight.

Taiichi's been hanging out with me so far, nothing short of luck. Depending on his whim, the fight can be prolonged, or it can be over immediately.

Marchese is waiting. Inimiques' measures will be completed.

Marchese, who keeps waiting now or now, and Taiichi, whose consciousness turns to Rin and shows no interest in it. Rin decided to fight Susola. Historians of future generations analyze that it is because their choices and destinies were all intertwined.

If any of them were missing, it couldn't have happened, he said.

Taiichi, who had been dealing with Marchese and Inimiques until now, noticed how Fumi Inimiques had changed. It was Aerie who made me realize.

"Taiyi. That guy looks weird."

Though Taiichi, whose sensory organs are hundreds of times superior to those of humans by magic enhancement, does not extend to the sensitivity of the Spirit to boulders. I started when he told me to, pay attention to Inimieks, and I could see some strange power swirling around him.

"... hmm?

Consciousness, which was the sky above, is drawn back.

After careful observation, I no longer understand the extra meaning. It wasn't magic swirling around him.

Inimiques is a magician of earthly attributes. I'm not the owner of a multi-attribute, but my strength is pretty high. If it was just the magic of earthly attributes, Mullah and I would be mutual or more.

That's what he haunts about something that's not magic. What the hell is going on? The answer could not be derived with the scarce knowledge of the fattest.

"Hey Airy. That, what?

……

It's never been possible before, such as Aerie not responding to Tai Chi's words. The discomfort is just amazing knowing a spiritual daughter who reacts as a delight no matter what nasty words she throws at her.

With no reply, Taiichi sees that this is unusual, and finally realizes that his choice was wrong. I never saw her look so tough.

Aerie knows what that thing is.

"Know..." Tayi! Stop that! Now! "

"You know what, Aerie," my partner complained with an outrageously chopped face.

When this is not good at last, I move my body and approach Inimieks before thinking deeply. I tried to beat him up and shut him up. But.

"One step. That was too late."

That's what Inimieks said just before he slapped his shaken fist. In the meantime, beat him straight up because his fists won't stop anymore. Inimics rolling down the ground.

……

Keeping his ass cake on, Inimieks wipes the edge of his cut mouth with his fist and laughs.

Where does this margin come from?

"Airy!"

Following the unfounded chills, Taiichi embodied Aeriy.

Intense magic emitted from fluttering spirits. To that pressure, pebbles floated around.

Aerie glared at the old man sitting on the ground with a harsh look on his face.

"Stop it now!

It would be overwhelming Inimix, but he shakes his neck left and right.

"It's no use. I can't even stop it at the earliest possible time than once activated."

"Oh my God...!

Ri, and I thought I heard Aerie chewing her back teeth off.

I don't know what it is, but I know that things are moving in a direction that is not advisable.

"Hey, Marquis. Don't you know what you are?

Inimiques is Marchese's squire. I asked because I thought the Lord would know what my men were going to do.

"... I don't even know the details of the commission. He said he had a hand in sealing you up, so I entrusted him with the plan."

Taiichi realizes that Marchese, who replied so, is not hiding something.

He also doesn't keep his head slightly attached to the change in Inimics, which should have been "the", and the harsh look that Advanced Spirit Aerial brings to mind.

"Don't worry, sir. It does not involve sealing their movements and bringing victory to the nobility"

"... inimeeks. What are you thinking?"

Inimix doesn't try to answer Marchese's question with a sticky grin on his face.

From him, some force, not magic, is unleashed towards his surroundings.

Taiichi doesn't know what that is. However, I understand that the feeling of touching my skin is not very good.

"... airy, this is"

"This is evil, Taiyi"

Aerie let her eyes look around her before turning to Tai Chi.

"Demonic techniques are called witchcraft. The last time I saw it was 200 years ago. I can't believe I'm going to see it again."

Worst feeling, and Aerie threw up.

"I remember this way of spreading demons. Hey, you. You know the battle between the Gargen Empire and the Sikatris Empire 200 years ago?"

I didn't know you would ever have a voice with the Spirit. Marchese nodded as she thought about that in a corner of her mind.

It was the worst war, even in history, as fast as it counted from below.

Together, the two armies are 5,000 people, and the civilians are a battle in which a total of 7,000 people have been killed in both countries.

The scale alone is tremendous, but more terrifying than that is the nickname given to that battle.

Also known as Bloody Fantasy.

In the literature of the time, the uncontrollably belligerent, both military and civilian, appeared in 10,000 units, causing more than once a confrontation between themselves rather than just going to the enemy.

Sometimes four digits were slaughtered overnight by civilians who did not need to be killed, or eight times by thousands of civilians turned into thugs by inflexible troops.

This is a fact known only to the upper echelons of the nations and some well-known historians, and is blurred as a consequence of the unprecedented intensity of fighting externally.

The two countries are still not in a good condition, but we have diplomacy that cares about each other so that relations do not cool down until we are certain, such as shelving the battle that took place two hundred years ago.

Marquese is a heavy town that is also respected by other countries, the Marquis. I was in a position to know the truth that was not generally known.

"And what happened to that battle?

I do not understand the intention that the battles of other countries 200 years ago were abruptly put to the table. Marchese honestly visited that way.

"At that time, they say that the Taga came off because of the urgency of a state of war that made me a fanatic warrior, both military and ordinary people... Actually, I don't"

"Hey Airy, no way..."

Marchese, of course, is overhead with unpleasant predictions about Taichi.

A series of Inimiques actions. Airy's remarks about him. Witchcraft. And bloody madness.

If all the elements are connected in one chain.

"The cause is due to a certain procedure. The name of the procedure is' Heart-Eating '. The type of surgery is... witchcraft"

On purpose, goosebumps rush through his fat best arm.

Is that because the story of Aerie was connected by a single thread, or because the condition of the aristocratic soldiers has changed with reluctance?

It had turned Taiichi, Aerie, all the colors from the eyes that gazed at Marchese, into something crazy and exhausting that just wanted blood.

A nightmare that shook the Gargen Empire, the world's largest power, and the upper echelons of the Sikatris Empire, was about to start again, beyond the time of 2000.