Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Feffeffet, you're young. I miss it a lot."

The crouched voice is rubbed, and a wand like a dead branch is gripped to support the old woman in her withered arms as well.

"If you think it's been a long time since I've relied on you, I'll get on that kid's invitation complaint. I haven't seen Tempram in years."

As he fluttered and lowered his hips to the roots of the nearby field, only one stretched eyebrow held up pickly.

"Do you want to change that too? Just because you're young is dazzling."

Mirtoria would have joined Tempram as a helper because of sheer interest. That's what sleeps early at night, a free day like waking up early in the morning, Sisty, my beloved apprentice, is old enough but my apprentice is still cute whenever he comes.

If you ask me, I'll even say one of the novels and take it on.

Mirtoria has gone through many generations to feel old.

I was old enough to make it because I pulled it out of the back of a witchy robe like this.

Fortunately, some of them have had as much experience with Tempram as Mirtoria. I also have several games experience with the Oomruina family today. As a soldier, of course.

That's why even old bones know loopholes that aren't impossible.

"Even within the limits of long-range magic, we have the means to capture the target's position."

Speaking of ranged magic, there are magic that can be expected to have an anti-foe effect in the sequence of detected magic. No, is it also rightly a technology?

It was a mistake to prevent the first attack.

She took the means to play instead of dodging the arrows of the wind she unleashed towards the place where Silsila was supposedly located. At that point, all Mirtorian magic was changed to a tracking ceremony to land on her.

Originally Miltoria is a researcher who has polished his magic in self-study. She had been appointed chief of magic studies only temporarily in the army, but after gaining the necessary knowledge in advance, she was old and left the army early. After that, he lived secluded as someone who had studied magical orbits such as autonomous manipulation.

Elderly or surplus magic can be expressed only as intermediate magic or more than a hundred at a time.

It strikes regardless of the top, left or right, front or back for the opponent to make a big detour over the sky or run like sewing trees again.

"Feffefe, that's the best position. I'm also interested in students that Sisty cares about."

Just setting up this operation will interest you. Not to mention if the opponent is also an undefeated OomLUINA, he will feel unworthy of his age.

In fact, the distance between Silsilsilla and Miltoria was not so far apart. What's more, Silsilla is not even far from Tesfir. The three positions were in close proximity to the information.

But it was irresistible to think that Silsila was an attack from quite a distance from an overwhelmingly unfavourable situation today. So much so that the wind arrows fall apart in direction and speed.

Soon as I rest so bad that I even lose sight of my place, I keep dodging.

Silsila couldn't even strike hard. There's too much stuff to ignore, and if you play it because it's a less powerful magic, you get a comma few seconds of loss. If that happens, the next bullet will hit you instantly.

I can seal the destination in a certain place even if I keep dodging it. What Silsila felt as she fled around was the feeling of being trapped in a square place. If you try to retreat, it rains arrows where you're going.

The invisible opponent continued to be trampled.

I would like to know exactly where the king is if I were you. I wanted to settle this as soon as possible. It completely seals my duties as a knight, Knight.

The exasperation to recruit drives the first move slightly crazy.

"- Huh!"

The arrows that plundered his shoulders were not only hard to see, but were added or subtracted in front of him to definitely limit his movements - making him incapable of combat.

A sharp pain tears my shoulder mouth.

I looked at the countless arrows looming instantly and continued to dodge them with a single piece of paper. But that number only increases and gradually looms from outside the front.

Sensitive to the slight air vibrations wrapped by wind arrows, the rate of avoidance had also reached the curved area. Hands on the ground and twist your body.

We needed to dodge a few arrows even if we were to put the system in place. Even right after flipping with only one hand, the arrow won't let me rest.

When I turned my face, I was close to my eyes. Fly back and forth like you were bounced with enough leg force to shoulder the speed of an arrow.

Still, the only way to completely avoid the arrows that never slowed down was to tilt my head. There is still a comma delay of a few seconds and blood seeps through your cheeks.

Soon after resting, Silsila slaps the impending arrow behind her back down with her magical arm. but it's still jilli poor.

No matter how good a magician is, it is nearly impossible to judge this number.

This exchange lasted more than five minutes. And roughly within Silsila, this range was being constructed precisely in the brain. The magic that accompanies it and wraps the whole body around it. Express the magic of the counter system.

The magic that covers the surroundings like fog, [Novre Lilly] belongs to the most extensive and superior magic inherently.

It instantly freezes the movers and chains them from there to trace their origins.

but I suppressed my consuming magic by keeping it only around me like this one. Inevitably, the magic of falling rank fits within the rules.

Next would be the right.

Relies on avoiding the sound of pacification along with the sound of cutting off the wind of arrows that shake the tympanic membrane, which sounds slightly from the blind spot, as expected. The use of [dense fog instantaneous junction (novl lily)] loses blind spots by using it as one of the sensory organs rather than as an original effect. At the same time, its means of escape was gradual but visible.

But...

(Excellent. Are you getting used to even adjusting the speed? I'm starting to wonder what this is all about.)

Miltoria still didn't raise her heavy hips.

When she matches the instructions she receives with the operation, she understands its importance. No, I guess they weren't expected that much by nature.

But as a reality, Miltoria can have more roles than the Tesfirs envisioned.

For this reason, Miltoria bought to keep the opponent's main Silsila in this location.

I was a little underestimated.

The two of them are not at a visual distance. But Miltoria knew that her opponent's movements would be taken by arrows.

"Sisty's going to tell me I can't even do the job she asked me to do when I'm too wandered around. It's been a long time. I'll show you where it's not dull."

Beat the bent hips about twice.

The old woman lifts her dead hand like a rain beggar, relying on her shoulders as if the cane she brings had only its original use.

Then a breeze strikes the ground like a fallen leaf dancing. A swirl rolls around, surrounded by a breezy ball and translucent winds gathering from nowhere.

Miltoria lifts her palms and moves her fingers with Kunechne. The wind gets even more intense and dances crazy.

And only one finger stuck out pinned as I kept moving on the pretend.

The wind squeezes itself in an instant and forms countless arrows. The number exceeded a thousand.

"This is that way, this is that way, which is it?

Fly the arrow on the airflow like it's going to snap somewhere. I don't get to quell my floating emotions knowing that these places will be hated by my disciples. It's as if I remember when I was teaching my beloved apprentice.

No one will be able to use Ranged Magic, Archer "Archer" in Tempram more than she. Not to mention accurately grasping the movement of the opponent and guiding the movement was the lack of creation from years of experience.

Still, for the first time in a long time, Mirtoria is showing extraordinary vigor to the old ladies.

Tempram itself is a strategic game between kings, but in her case a one-on-one tactical game.

Serves brilliantly without being captured by the opponent. Develop a way to move as much as you can. It was years of experience that appeared as her trick.

Play just one wind arrow with your finger at the end.

Then his cutting-edge turned to heaven, and he was momentously swallowed up in the great sky.

♢ ♢ ♢

At the beginning of the noble ruling (Tempram), Froze had settled on a bench set up as an audience seat. I don't really feel like it.

I did everything I could, perfectly without overlooking it.

All we can do is keep an eye on it. Is the trivial insurance about a pledge regarding the transfer of a treasure sword, a family heirloom that I snuck in my inner pocket?

It is doubtful that this pledge will be useful at a time when changes to the terms have already been made.

Only the parties may be present at the audience seats established as special. The other nobles were set up separately a little further away.

His eyes were also serious when he saw a virtual LCD surrounding a round table like a terrace to view the progress of some games, such as the state of war.

"Ma'am, have some tea..."

"Yeah, thanks"

Selva puts tea on the table in a behavior she's used to as if to refreshing the mood she offered. I made a rare noise and put it back on the receptacle to exhale tension when I included a sip of sweeter, more conditioned tea than usual.

The same thing was put out to Loki, but she also stared at the screen when she included a bite. You don't even realize you're feeling ahead of yourself next to Froze.

"I wonder how it will fall. I wish I could carry it well."

"Whatever happens to a lady, she'll be fine."

"Another unfounded thing..."

"Foffo, it's the kid whose wife hurt her stomach. Besides, I've been watching the lady for years... and I thought she was well-founded."

Froze has known since he was a teenager that he would get away with saying good things where he reasonably lined up this butler against him.

One day, I've told myself by riding that truck, but I also know that wonders and the old butler's hunch strike me.

Loki's gaze, who was listening sideways to such an interaction, turns to a different place from the two of us.

It is not intimidating, but it is common to everyone in this room that they felt an air of strange oppression.

"Not at all. Kids are treasures."

The wild and majestic voice makes you gaze at the weight that you're likely to even hear footsteps. I guess it's just because the Lord of the Voice is the right man to pull you off just because you're loud.

Without even turning around, Froze felt depressed with her cheeks and sharp eyes.

"Oh, you're here too, Visaist."