Isekai Cheat Magician

Mullah, who once retreated after defeating Miguel and recovered his health, was once again showing his noble army opponents the activity of Lion Rapidity on the front lines.

That battle is not very much a knight in line or a court magician, but it doesn't chase him. Against the mullahs who have shown it varied, the movements of noble army soldiers are clearly seeping out a sense of abhorrence.

Well, no one wants to fight someone who turns out to be bigger than us. I know Mullah isn't actively trying to take his life, but if you think it's necessary, don't hesitate to return the blade, Miguel's body speaks eloquently. Mullah's sword, which inflicted mortal wounds on every armor, was a very discernible threat.

Mullah An aristocratic army that surrounds just one person with a few. It is a necessary measure because it is not cowardice or anything, and we cannot stop it without doing so. Mullah wasn't going to be able to poke in there, either, more than we were at war to win each other.

Mullahs that take on multiple people and cut them together. Second, I feel strange discomfort in the air that touches my skin. Furthermore, I noticed that the condition of the enemy soldiers was not the same as just now.

They have been high-pride regular soldiers, turning the fact that they are no match for the young Mullahs with strength into the driving force of rebellion.

They are expected to respond without being distracted, even though they are mullahs.

Mullah, who thought of poking them there if they had a hole somewhere, kept observing as far as she could, from the trend of enemy soldiers to the movement of her gaze.

A minor change, which I noticed because I left the response to enemy attacks to my responsive body and was inclined to observe.

Little by little, they were beginning to lack glory in their movements. Eventually, from the eyes, the color of reason diminishes.

It's an unusual reaction, no matter what you think. The kingdom swordsmanship that the knight manipulates is Keren flavorless and flavorful of accuracy. If I tell you, it's orthodox, and I'm sure there's nothing special about it, but at the same time, there's no hole called a hole. It goes without saying that any enemy you deal with is an excellent swordsmanship that allows more than a certain amount of combat. The advantage of orthodox swordsmanship, which Mullah also considers to be a number of things to refer to. That is proven by Smella, the user of Ellistein's strongest kingdom swordsmanship.

As well as the qualities of witchcraft to be a knight, you also need to mend kingdom swordsmanship. I can't think of their swords penetrating it to the bone marrow, making rough moves, etc.

The only person nearby who has noticed this is apparently Mullah.

and gently jump back and take a distance of about ten meters.

"What is it, Lord Mullah?"

The Force Leader, who heads the Royal Army in a nearby area, approached Mullah in surprise. I have a lot of respect for her because I found her highly capable.

"Something's wrong with the noble army"

In few words, but the least, Mullah answers to tell.

What are you talking about? But for no reason he would not suddenly take a distance. The troop leader turned his gaze to the noble army and immediately realized why.

"... what, those eyes..."

He is a soldier who keeps his men's lives in boulders, albeit small. The observation eye is still excellent.

The first thing I noticed was Mullah.

Then the troop leader.

Then dozens of seconds.

Now there was a dramatic change that all the knights around them could see just from what they saw.

From the eyes the colors clearly disappear, enemy soldiers standing up in upright immobility.

When it comes to gaps, they look like they're full of gaps, but no one can chase them. It's rather hard to attack when it's revealed so far.

Well, what do we do...... shall we try to pack the distance again?

That's what I was thinking, and one sign was fast approaching here. Trying to figure out who it is, Mullah concludes that she knows the Lord of these signs well.

Eventually the bearer of the signs stepped down in the middle of Hikari, the Mullahs and the noble army.

"Mr. Remea?

Without answering Mullah's call, Remia points her landing or no empty right hand at the noble army.

"Wind!

The chant itself is ultimately simple. But a fierce storm struck the noble army, and the knights on the front line blew away without being able to resist.

It was just the wind, but the wind pressure was hard to exhaust on the brush tongue.

"... Mullah. It was a bad thing."

It is not calm for ever again. It's extra because Lemia says so.

Mullah doesn't have the option of not believing Remia's words.

"What do you mean?

Until what was happening, the answer could not be derived with the knowledge that Mullah possessed.

"The other day, you had people attacking Wang Du."

"Yes."

Mullah quickly understood that he was referring to about a thousand enemies who had attacked him using magic stones.

"Something similar is happening to that one"

"... what do you mean,?

Remia nods.

"No, you didn't tell me. I don't have time, so I'll make it brief. I suspect psychic manipulation has been used."

Come on, and Mullah felt the blood draw away.

Mental manipulation is impossible in attribute magic. The four attributes of fire, water, wind and earth, as well as unique attributes such as light and darkness, are the same.

This means that some other method other than magic may have been taken.

Clearly, it's eyebrow spit. I just thought they were whispering about the rumors.

"Mr. Remia, did you know?

Mullah could realise that her voice, which sounded slightly clearer, surrounded her with silence.

"To the extent of rumors, yeah. But trumpeting it with rumors doesn't explain their transformation."

Mullah shuts her mouth.

"Now pull yourself together. So much water on the baking stone as it blew up."

Remia tells me to return my gaze to the noble army soldier. The blood run, that eye that forgot me, was enough to make me wonder what would make me lose so much sanity if this happened.

Soldiers approaching with screams reminiscent of the roar of the beast.

"If you don't all want to die, consolidate your protection! Your powers must be getting stronger by the step!

Remia's advice reaches Mullah's ear. Seeing them approaching with a sense of intimidation far beyond the level of the knight, he solidified the grip and took a counter-only stance.

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The change was seen across the battlefield.

Noble army soldiers turned into mad warriors.

The force was off track.

Each shield you receive releases a flat attack of mutilating power.

Surrounded by chaos.

An aristocratic army that swallows everything and kills it.

I can't even get the Marquis' word.

Can this emergency be put to rest?

A challenge was imposed on the Ellistein Magic Kingdom.

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Zilmar hit his desk hard.

I have a crack in my desk.

A report came in in the name of Pathos that an aristocratic army soldier had become a madman. Even if you want to doubt it, the source of the information won't allow it.

"Oh my god...!

Zilmar knows. Two hundred years ago, I know bloody fanatics.

Didn't you warrior yourself then? The army should have been completely destroyed, and civilians should have died in the hundreds of thousands.

This is the time in modern history when the greatest number of people have died in a short time.

That was certainly because it happened near the border between Gargen and Sikatris, with fewer victims against the spreading war.

But how about here?

It is a land with a population of approximately 3 million and the capital of the Ellistein Magic Kingdom, Wenefix, at the end of its eyes and nose. I don't want to imagine what terrible things would happen if they got into Wenefix.

I didn't even want to think about it, like the face of a people stained with despair and fear.

"... Father"

"Shall I?"

to his beloved daughter's worrying voice, but Zilmar responded without looking at her.

With this look, apparently she knows it too.

"What happened to Efty?"

"Now, she's resting tired,"

"Well... I guess I'll keep using magic all the time. I can't help it."

Charlotte nodded.

Magic is not bottomless, and mental fatigue is great because of the delicate technique used. I would have pinched my break more than once before.

"Father...... What are you going to do now…"

I stopped spinning rhetoric.

It's not a topic we can avoid anyway, and we have to come to a conclusion eventually.

How do we open this dilemma?

Other than that, there are mountains of issues that must be pursued, but it has been decided that they must be dealt with at once.

If we can't stop him here, Ellistein will be finished.

"I had to. The worst is stabbing each other, but I'm stopping here."

……

Charlotte accidentally looked up to heaven to see what kind of joke it seemed reasonable to stab her wrong.

"I have to fit it in Ellistein. As far as other countries, the ceiling will be lost in the number of victims"

This is a polar theory, but when all the citizens of the Ellistein Magic Kingdom die, the number of dead is 20 million. We should be prepared for that more than the civil war that has taken place within our own country is the trigger.

If it fits, it will be the demise of one nation. But once the devil's hand reaches out to other countries, the number of victims will be up to astronomical figures.

As an exchanger, that's all I had to prevent.

"But. I'm not going to make life easier for you."

"Me too, Father."

"Uhm. Until I see you and the Efty bride, don't die clean"

"Hehe. Your sister will have to find someone nice."

"Not at all. If you were alarmed by the amount of equipment, you'd be stunning and late."

Zilmar turned his gaze to the battlefield. I have to get Smeera to work hard first. Stabbing wrong is only a last resort. That's what I'd like to do if I didn't have to.

At the same time, if Smeera, who heads the army, ordered the whole army to "stab him", it was an abdominal accumulation of full support for the decision.

Zilmar was burning his eyes to see what was going on on on the battlefield, itching his own blood muscles that he couldn't get out of even if he wanted to.

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Sword meeting while traveling fast.

Powerful sword tapping each other with enhanced power.

A technical battle that spared no effort in demonstrating the technology you can have.

All the sword moves performed by Smeera and Dortesheim are superb, and if you do a fist fight, you will be able to collect a high watching fee.

The battles antagonized so far had created an adhesive state of not scratching each other.

The struggle between those who increased melee combat to the extreme was extremely harsh. But now, all that fighting is as quiet as a lie. The two of you have stopped moving since earlier. I don't even have one.

For some reason, their faces are cloudy when they say they can fight the opponent who can help them all.

"... His Excellency the Duke of Dortesheim. If you have an opening, I'll ask."

……

It is true that they interrupted superb times, but the problem is not so trivial.

"He said he had nothing to say. Is that what this is about?

"This is not what I ordered. I'll be honest with you."

To his point, Smella raised a single eyebrow.

"Who would believe that?"

"He told me he taught me how to command the army, but it's a lot less than that."

"Sure, Your Excellency is a mentor. Before that, you're a traitor."

"Ha," laughed Dortesheim.

"You're starting to say, Aoyagi."

"It would mean someone's education was excellent."

To the irony of overlapping Smeera, but Dortesheim is not frightened. Although both are sarcastic knowing that Smella is not the balls to be feared to this extent either.

"Well, that doesn't matter. First of all, isn't it truce, Smeera?"

"Truce......?

Yes, I affirm Dortesheim. In a word now, Smeera understood that she had been deprived of the initiative of the conversation. Nevertheless, I do not see what intention Dortesheim put it out there.

"Again, this is not what I ordered. I'm more surprised."

At the end of his gaze, noble army soldiers are attacked by the Royal Army with eyes that only seem crazy.

"I'm not going to deny the fact that I'm a traitor. If you lose this battle, you will be judged according to the law. But I have my righteousness, my sword to the royal family, to His Majesty Zilmar."

Is this the eye of those who have left the line for thirty years? I wouldn't have been able to take it from the front had it not been for Smella.

That was the only eye with a strong will.

"Any number of people. I can't refuse to approve imitations that trample my justice, even if they are allies who have spoken of ideals."

If you cut this dialogue and heard it, you'd think you were an arrogant man.

But Smeera knows that Dortesheim is the only one qualified to speak of this dialogue.

The reason is simple. Dortesheim rose, and the other nobles rode. It is treason with the glory of Dortesheim. How many nobles on earth held the same standard of ideals and pride as Dortesheim?

"I see. So how does the Duke prove it?

Nevertheless, that alone is no reason to believe him unconditionally.

His beliefs are much better, but he's a traitor to Smeera.

Whatever it is, Dortesheim understands it.

"We will silence the noble army."

"The Duke also fought."

"Whatever. It's not shallow enough to try to win by such means."

Are you saying you want to set up a joint front with us?

"No, it's a little different."

Dortesheim turned his body toward the king's capital. Round and defenseless against Smeera.

"I will be the spear and open the front. You guys use that hole to spread it."

Keep your back and fight off the front lines.

"Cut me off my back whenever you think I'm incredible"

……

It would be nice to say so far. Smeera honestly thought so. If you make any strange moves, you can truncate him as he says. How much will you take care of him and say the beloved Duke again, now a traitor? This rigour is one of the reasons why Smeera is given the title of general by Zilmar.

"Come on, don't mumble. It seems tough to hold those Berserkers in with a knight of the same. You take command."

"Don't worry, I'm going to."

"Good reply."

Dortesheim shook his sword straight aside and turned to the aristocratic soldiers.

Dropping that off, Smeera turns back to her men, who lead her. We have to fight unexpectedly. The opponent is the same knight, the court magician, but we know that the power exerted by a man out of the hoop will be tremendous. You will have a tough fight on your men. But it is also their duty. That is why, in ordinary times, various privileges are granted, such as preferential rights and preferential systems, over ordinary people.

And above all, Smeera believed that those who could be burned by a sense of purpose belonged to her army only when these emergencies occurred.

I put a loud sorcery on myself and gave the order.

"I tell those who heard this voice! Go on with me! Pushing back the noble soldiers!

The Royal Army boils down to Russia on the orders of a commander you can count on.

Morale has not fallen.

Okay, how far can we go? No, we can do it. We can't do it, we do it.

Smeera bit her teeth.

"Neither can I tell you what looks great..."

As the one who manages this battle, we should have even assumed this.

Just Berserkerization. It's also harsh to tell them to cover that much.

Nevertheless, more than has happened, we must calm down. It had already been decided to do.