Tag-Team

Late at night.

Castle Aude, dungeon.

From afar, I hear a groaning noise.

Is someone even being tortured...... in any case, it doesn't sound very pleasant.

Tanya swoops up.

Though he went after LaPlath and tried to be imprisoned for confessing his guilt in the unauthorized crusade against Wyburn in the Western Wilderness.

I couldn't get a clue that seemed valid between the investigation and being imprisoned.

Tanya looks around softly to make sure she doesn't see the guard.

- No one, no one.

I thought it was careless.

Tanya coughed "Koho".

"Begin Magic Circulation"

Actually.

I've been aware of Tanya for some time.

Magic Swordsman, the way he is apparently has a very convenient circular structure of magic.

"……… Local Attribute Magic Expansion"

Although it is usually magic that unfolds with the help of equipment such as a longscepter.

Apparently, it's easy to deploy with your bare hands.

Supporting quick movements with wind attribute magic is Tanya's best tactic.

Then it is a situation in which the main equipment, the Great Sword, has been taken away.

- It is also easy to enhance the power (power) with magic of local attributes.

"Oops."

Mekyo.

Make an eye-catching noise that...

- The robust iron lattice was quickly destroyed.

Magic Swordsman (Arm Strength), seriously convenient.

Tanya smiled at the garlic.

Well.

Will you look for Mr. LaPlath?

"Seriously..."

Tanya stopped searching the dungeon, worrying about the guard's eyes.

Try coming to the cell.

There was too much sight.

"I'm so sorry, please get out!!!

"The thing! I'm the Big Witch LaPlath ~? If I let you get away with it, your neck will fly, right?

"Grr...... so I can't even sleep hypnotically when they sing it all night long!!! This is your third day!?

Teardrop guard.

Taipei easygoing, obviously enjoying the voice.

Whatever you think about it, it's Mr. LaPlath, thank you very much.

"Mr. LaPlath!

"Hih, now what are you. Where are you from!? Who is it?"

"…… Tanya?

Pattin '!

And, LaPlath's finger rings.

As soon as the guard said, "Muggle!" and roar low.

Just like when Ryan was sealed "surrender" during the rankings.

It seemed like they took the word.

Peeping inside the cell I rushed over, Tanya said again, "Are you serious!?," he flipped.

Fluffy double bed.

Tea set on fashionable sofa.

Obviously, a nice space was created by items that were not equipped for a cell.

"What is this!?

"Hmm? Big Witch, what's power?

"Seriously -... what villain warrant lady are you?"

"Villain Lady?

"Nothing."

Oh, my God, the guard's gonna cry.

Tanya pitied the guard who was missing his hips, albeit mugging.

"Hey, Tanya. The man, what do you think I said the first day I came?

"Huh?"

"Oh, my God. 'Long time no see, I'll entertain you. I said' go down '~"

"……… What?

Pity, withdraw.

I see this man was like a geese.

What if.

What if it wasn't LaPlath who was imprisoned?

If so, by now…….

What's going to entertain you, man? You're the only one who enjoys it. Die.

…… with a sense of panacea.

Shh! And I'll kick your groin up.

"Grrr!"

The guess man passed out screaming.

"It's terrible, isn't it? It's not that she's beautiful, but she's beautiful."

"Eh, there!?

I felt like such a light mouth had been around for a long time.

In a cell.

Tanya asks LaPlath, laughing naggingly.

"……… Mr. LaPlath, how can you be so silent!?

"Hmm? Uh, yeah. This is my Otoshimae."

LaPlath laughed small, and muttered quietly.

"…… Tanya, will you listen to me?"

"If only Mr. LaPlath could."

Tanya answers.

"Thank you. Well, come on in. I'll unlock it now."

"Are you sure you can open it!?

"Haha, let the Great Witch do it!

Pan, and if your fingers ring.

Too quickly the lock on the cell was unlocked.

Rather than... it seemed like LaPlath was locking from the inside out so that the guards couldn't come in.

Warden Guess was completely passed out and rolling on the cold floor.

Horseradish.

The tea Laplace brewed for me was warm.

"Well, it's been a long night, and where do we start?"

LaPlath took a long sigh.

The side is quiet.

Still, there was a stray in his eyes.

"I am, Tanya. Three hundred years ago, revenge, what kind of wild life are you trying to get?"

LaPlath says.

"First of all, Maxwell, the court magician...... Shall I tell you about my father?"

My father is a court magician.

My mother is a former cleric of the witch ascension.

My parents are fat.

Butterflies, flowers, raised.

At least, that's how LaPlath recognized it.

"You just have to listen to me."

That's my father's.

It was Maxwell's cliché.

He was a man of strong merit and self-evident appetite.

As a court magician, what he was studying was immortality.

It was a ”miracle” where everyone was jealous and no one could exchange it.

Laplace doesn't know my mother's face.

Mother, who draws the Dragon God's blood, was taken to the temple as soon as she gave birth to LaPlath.

Later I learned that Maxwell married him just to have the baby.

Aude Castle.

A room in the spire. Small room.

Just like my mother, the only young Laplace that drew Dragon God's blood knew was the room and the sky cut into the window.

Bad wizard and princess stories.

The only person I liked was La Place's friend.

A bad wizard traps the princess in the castle, and the prince helps her out with it - that was the story.

And LaPlath said that he was in the same situation as that "princess," etc.

I didn't even dream of it.

"If I'd listened to my father, I'd be sure. This is what I'm doing because it's important to you."

Spinning that repetition.

Maxwell turned LaPlath's body into an experimental object.

"Ouch, scary, painful!

There were only three emotions that young LaPlath could feel.

The potential magic power of Laplace to draw Dragon God's blood was enormous and was perfect for Maxwell's research.

Engrave a sorcery ceremony in the blood circulating through Laplace's entire body.

Pack up all sorcery and let your young daughter memorize it.

For this reason, I did not want to look through the forbidden book, which is said to be insane if you are a concurrent person, just read it.

Long years.

Only those days were repeated.

My father, the only flesh and blood parent, was absolute.

The world of La Place was not wide enough to have the option of turning against it, etc.

"Your father does this because it's important to me - it's important."

LaPlath believed that and did not doubt it.

The butterfly, the flower, was raised.

In fact, no meals, no clothing, no education to be given.

There was nothing wrong with him.

Eventually, LaPlath 'finished'.

By means of magic ceremonies carved multiple times in the blood, they are given the power to use magic close to miracles.

Granted properties close to immortality.

- The Great Witch Laplace was born.

"Don't make such a face, Tanya"

"... eh"

Quiet cell.

LaPlath says it's quiet as rain falls, one by one.

"In the legend I was hearing...... because the great slut LaPlath of the evil dragon, who was excellent but dangerous, tried to destroy this country. That's why Maxwell, the great court magician, sealed the witch."

"Is that what they tell you -? Uke........................ no. Let's not do this anymore."

LaPlath bites his lips off.

"I'm angry. It's annoying."

In other words, the intercontinental war was an active time.

Unleashed on the tabular stage, LaPlath made many magical inventions as a great witch and led the battlefield to victory with the power of his own miracle.

And Laplace in those days.

It was Maxwell's faithful katana.

Don't have your own thoughts.

Not held.

It's just that I was there as his work.

The emotions directed from LaPlath to Maxwell were more deeply trusting and dependent than the emotions of his father and daughter - it may be said.

However.

Maxwell was different.

"Why can't I have immortality?"

It was that thought that swirled in the chest of that court magician.

My daughter's blood that draws Dragon God's blood. That was the key to "replacing" her with something close to immortality.

No, Maxwell is in a position where he is neither pushed nor pushed as head of the court magician.

However.

Immortality, which I have studied so thirsty, is not in his hands.

That drove Maxwell to crazy jealousy.

- What is this?

It is a history that was not told.

Sins committed by Maxwell.

It is.

It was the completion of the "Art of sucking life up from the people".

Gold coin with Orihalcon in mind.

Skillfully incorporating a magical mechanism that sucks up life, that gold coin circulates to the Aude nation.

And by continuing to ingest the life force sucked up through that gold coin - Maxwell himself can gain "immortality".

However.

The plot was frustrated just one more step.

The plot was reported to the King by Maxwell and a hostile court magician.

"That."

"…… no su, no su. As you can imagine."

To Tanya's voice, LaPlath does the gaze.

Grey cherry blossom colored hair rises in the dark at night. The look on that face, - looks terribly spicy.

Yeah, you are.

300 years into old events.

You look so hard in the irrational way that it took me to get down.

LaPlath felt like a butterfly dancing on her chest.

And I told him how it ended.

"Father... what Maxwell did is exactly what you imagined. I did it all."

"…………!

"I've been executed a few times. Happy or unhappy, by then, my body will be immortal. It hurts so much that I couldn't die."

Like nothing, LaPlath says.

As such.

Maxwell by the hand of that person.

Wilderness to the west.

It was sealed in a land where no one would set foot.

All the Orihalcon gold coins that had been cast were sealed deep in the rocky mountains.

"Oh, but"

"Yeah?"

"But Mr. LaPlath is so strong. If you're really mad at him, you can take out Maxwell..."

"Yeah... Me, Tanya. I couldn't be angry."

Tanya's breathtaking sound echoes into her cell.

Even if you have a miracle that can keep the weather to yourself.

Even if you exercise the miracle of walking in the hollow without putting your feet on the ground.

Even with power close to immortality.

What filled LaPlath's chest when Maxwell "sold" himself.

Despair and disappointment.

Sadness and regret.

Why not?

What is it - the question of what was wrong with me?

There's no way your father would abandon himself.

If you were abandoned...

"That's what I thought because I'm a bad boy."

"... eh"

"But, Tanya. Look at you yelling in anger that day in the wilderness. Watch him take revenge on Ryan with his own hands."

Hera, LaPlath laughs.

It was a troubled grin Tanya had never seen before.

"Me too, I wish I was angry then."

"……… yeah."

Yes.

I've been thinking about it for 300 years.

I wonder where I went wrong.

I wonder why I made a mistake.

So, if there's anything like being released from the seal.

I want to live freely like an adventurer.

If I do, will I make friends...... oh my god.

I was thinking about something like a dream.

"... No way, you're really going to"

Boosh, in the hands of LaPlath, who shrugged.

Something warm touched me.

Tanya's hand, it was.

"Hey, Mr. LaPlath"

"……… yeah."

"Um, you know. Now, may I help you with your revenge, Mr. Laplace?"

Tanya said without hesitation.

My gaze staring straight at me was kind of awkward.

"But even though I'm not as good as this great witch, Maxwell is a doer. Besides, he's been serving the kingdom for 300 years, a court magician like a bucket of things. It's going to be against the country."

I don't care if you say this.

I'm not the kind of woman who pulls back.

That's what Laplace knew best.

do it, Tanya laughs.

"Mr. LaPlath."

"……… yeah."

In a prison that is easy to break.

Tanya and LaPlath laugh at each other.

"His jaw, let's crush it!

"That guy's jaw, you can crush it!?

Bachin! and.

The high touch sounded short.