The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

Thank you, it's good to have you.

How many people will be in this world who say so?

Or can it be said that it is healthy to keep being said so?

For example, if there was one of the best doctors in the world, as he worked so hard to break his own body that many people would appreciate it as a result.

Would he think that his surroundings would make him happy? I don't know that. There's just pressure the rest of us can't imagine and a life we don't have time for.

But regardless of such a 'rare' practical example, isn't it natural in a way that many people, apart from the extent, want to be told 'I can't help it without you' and 'It's good to have you'?

I want to be appreciated, acknowledged, appreciated.

As someone special, I want to contribute to society, be entertained and live a rewarding life.

Wouldn't that be healthy in a way?

"Hey, you're moving forward!

Genzo hasn't been killed for some reason because he's decent.

That it is clear that he is too immature and unconscious, that he has no honest, weird hiccups, and that he is an understandable man.

That is Caputo's common perception of him.

If this poorly understood the magnitude of his power, used it perfectly, and made it odd against Caputo, he would have had the opinion that it was the hard way to attack and kill sleep immediately.

Because he is utterly incompetent, he has been judged not to have to kill and left alone.

The fact that the values are easy to understand and need not be corrected.

Regardless of the degree, being incompetent can be said to be one of the sacrificial techniques.

"I look forward to tomorrow!

At least, the man who wanted to be born and came out of the country, was more realistic and intimate than the man who waved for 500 years in the back of the mountain.

To some extent, I follow our instructions, and it's still too early to kill.

But needless to say, that was the judgment of those who correctly recognised the scale of authentic power.

The Holy Knights, feeling the leftover incense of ice, that is, the ambient temperatures that had already passed and unraveled the magic effective time, understood the weight of their role.

In other words, there was a sense that we were keeping our own weapons of mass destruction, which had never existed before in this world.

Now pushed into a crude cabin, he is also a danger where there is nothing that cannot be broken though.

That is why it must be protected from any person. I felt so strongly.

"... Huh?

That's why I was surprised at the canvas that showed up with a few people on board.

So far, it was considered the secret of some regarding the matter of Masakazo. I mean, because there's no way the canvas knows anything about Masakazo.

"Mm, you're a saint, aren't you?

"Yes, sir, I'm counting on you to guard this cabin."

Naturally, in a way, one can discern those who possess magic, and one can infer that they do not possess magic as a result.

Similarly, those who possess holy power to use magic can discern those who possess holy power as well.

Well, if you were wearing Saint Knight gear, you would naturally think so.

"... there's a wizard in here cured by a pallet, isn't there?

"Yes, sir."

"But only if the lady forgives you," he said.

As for canvas, the Saints also know. In other words, the faces led by the canvas itself are also normally saints.

That's why I can't be so strong. I don't think I can teach you a single menace of the man inside this cabin, nor can I drive him back down there.

Above all, this cabin is barely soundproof or anything.

"Is that a customer?

I didn't particularly notice, I normally opened the door and Genzo had his face on.

Too naturally, the escorts were speechless.

"You're the wizard..."

It was just scratchy.

Proper treatment did not appear to interfere with the body, but it was still painfully engraved on the face as an ancient wound.

This was a good injury to the wizards who fell from the heights and 'spared the fatalities' by hitting the building.

"Oh, I still don't like being an apprentice!"

You don't understand the idea of a subtly murderous canvas, Genzo responds with a nagging laugh. There is no tension whatsoever in that face.

Seeing that face, the canvas escorts get angry.

You're a country man to see, but you can't get acquitted on the grounds of ignorance.

"How rude of you to turn to the canvas!

"I won't let you complain if I'm disrespected!

"Forgive me! This man is an ignorant shallow scholar who knows nothing of what the world calls him!

"I can't get it on the table right now, please pick it up!

Clearly, it is the canvas that is unscrupulous.

Anyway, stepping into a quarantined human place without permission and meeting the man is in itself impotent in the first place.

Whatever offense you may have felt there, it is what we deserve.

If the canvas escort had been loyal and angry, the canvas itself would have stepped off the horse and faced it.

"Shame on you, but I'm Pallet's fiancée"

"... Huh? I don't think you're mistaken because your daughter goes here so often.

It's half a joke, Masakazo laughing like that.

I can't stop my surroundings anymore.

"Oh, yeah. To be clear, I am jealous of you. So much so that I suspect that maybe you and Palette have a crappy relationship."

In common sense, there can be no such thing as' generosity 'to deal with a wizard of a degree of excellence.

No matter how talented a wizard is, he has no common sense, no shame, and he isolates and escorts a seemingly retarded man to see.

There's no way the Caputo's main house would do that.

That would be more impotent not to question your personal feelings.

"Chi, no! This man, the..."

"Yes, it's very dangerous!

Even if I tell the facts as they are, I can't tell them well just because they don't believe me.

It is visible and obvious, for example, what will happen if we go on like this.

What's not obvious is who dies and how many.

"Nevertheless, we also know that it is a reckoning of the lower species. I can't say enough that there's no possibility that you've just come to this land and don't know anything about it, and you're putting it here to teach the world. Above all, the palette I know is not a woman who does that."

The head of the canvas was far from calm.

I understand how impotent my actions are, and I know that being suspicious is rude to her in itself.

But that pisses me off as such.

A woman who is in love with her heart is jealous of a man who takes care of her in a worthy way.

"But you can't go home like this. Let me get to where I'm going, more than I saw your face once!

"Huh?"

"Duel!

"What are you talking about, this guy?"

Everyone in his escort was in full agreement with Genzo's honest sentiments at this time.

Why does that happen?

"Are you sure there's a canvas to Shaw Elephant?!

"Yeah, it's true. It was different from me."

The pallet and the captain of the Holy Knight, as well as the sorcerer, were in a great hurry to get in the carriage and head under them.

You can say the situation contests every minute of every second.

"Why are you doing this..."

"Youthfulness..."

I know it by my head. Even if a palette can go mad on color as an individual, there can be no such thing as a Saint Knight captain helping it.

I mean, it's normal to assume that there are some complicated circumstances.

But a man is a fool when a woman makes fun of him. At least, I guess the canvas is.

"You might be saying it's a duel by now"

"Why?!

"That's what a man is. It is only when we think of those we love… that we ignore our intentions and cause trouble."

"Aren't you stupid?!

Sure, but that's the man, too.

I mistakenly assume you're willing just because you've been a little gentle.

I get annoyed that my fallen in love woman is talking to other men intimately.

That was a masculine idea, anyway.

A man's way of life is, in polar terms, stupid, and an idiot is what annoys him.

"I was just showing you about him..."

"Even that makes me evil...... that's right, I couldn't convince myself right now because of the Gateway Man"

In search of some reassuring material, the Captain of the Holy Knight was asking the dedicated mage.

In other words, the expectation is that things will work out well.

"If getting the firepillar out of your fingertips is the least magic, can't you fine tune ahead from there?

"You can't. It's impossible as a magic principle."

That being said, the dedicated mage, with a bitter face, began to speak.

Yes, it is also not a matter of particular awareness for magicians.

Though I didn't expect a magician well over a thousand times to show up.

"The amount of magic is the ink and the tip of the pen"

"What do you mean?

"A lot of magic means a lot of ink and a thick tip on the pen. And using magic equals writing pictures and sentences"

"You mean when the tip of the pen is thick, it doesn't have fine letters or pictures?

It was an abstract even.

But I try to understand.

Of course, understanding won't save you anything.

"Fireballs, suppose I write on paper. If the tip of the pen is unusually thick and as thick as a paintbrush, naturally you can't use the magic of serving 'fireballs' unless you write it on a large piece of paper."

"You think the size of that piece of paper represents the scale of magic?

"That's right. And in his case, instead of a paintbrush, it equals having a brush bigger than his own body. His putting fire out of his fingertips is tantamount to smearing a piece of paper for a portrait with that huge hair-tip. If it's a decent piece of writing or painting... it needs as much paper as a building, bigger than he is."

In other words, when he tries to use 'decent magic', the scale of its destruction inevitably increases.

"As he said before, if the opponent is a wizard, just a little magic from his fingertips will do most of the magic. But in the case of the canvas, who is a magician, it prevents it to some extent."

In fact, even the first time I set fire out of my fingers in front of the three of them the other day, I was able to prevent his magic with the light walls of the Captain of the Holy Knight.

Yes, just because you're putting fire out of your fingertips, you can prevent it with normal spells.

But it's only because it prevents it from deceiving that it tries to break it.

"If you used the magic of heat or thunder...... you would pierce everything in that straight line. We're not safe here, either."

Normal upper attributes have a very narrow valid range.

Even with a long range, you can only attack your opponent in one point.

But we're talking about an earlier pen tip, and in his case, that 'dot' is a thousand times bigger.

It depends on the direction and angle, but it's not weird what happens.

"If he had to break down the wall of magic, it would be the worst thing that could happen."

Of course, neither the three of you on this occasion thinks the canvas will win the shard.

Because magic is a healing business, a protection business. Simply put, the only way to strike is to approach and slash, and even if you approach, you are on foot equipped.

In other words, unless it was a super-favourable battle for the canvas of fighting at a distance the sword would reach, Makzo had two or three chances to use magic.

Once shot, a man can use magic twice or three times.

"Captain, let the horses run healing. That way..."

"That's already happening, anyway, we have to stop them before their battle begins..."

Anyway, we have to get there.

But if we get there, how do we stop it?

Old Hung was troubled. To be clear, you can't beat Genzo no matter how much you raise in a magic usage that doesn't have mobility moves. Can you stop the canvas fighting for a man's reasons for telling him that as it is?

"You know... the escort, did I do that stupid thing?

"No, not that far..."

"In this case, I thought it was Master Canvas who was running wild"

I don't know if I did something again, but I couldn't grasp the flow of the story.

For example, if I fell ill and I was seen alone all night, I can also understand that I would be suspected.

But she has always acted with more than three people. Where I had any thoughts about myself, there's no way I have time for injustice.

Yet this situation, I don't know what it means.

"Well, I was wondering if I did something again."

"So the... do you get a duel?

"I'd like you to stop if possible..."

"Sold fights buy!

The two of the escorts were seriously starting to consider, 'Shouldn't we cut off the fool over here'?

In fact, I'm getting permission to do that in the worst case scenario. If it is the security of a single man from another country and of a whole territory or nation, it does not need to be compared either.

"Plus I loved these situations, they burn!

I don't know what story he liked, but maybe it's not exactly in line with this situation.

It's not something I enjoy reading, such as a story that matches a situation like this.

"Fine, let's honor that manhood! No matter how cliché, childish, shallow and foolish this battle was triggered, this duel itself is a sacred battle and no cowardice whatsoever!

Canvas, who himself recognizes as stale, childish, short-tempered and ridiculous, still put the duel to faith.

As one who belonged to the national religion of this country, it had become impossible to stop.

"More than this, cover our quarters with walls of light! In addition, it is forbidden to fly to the sky where the opponent's blade cannot be reached! Until this battle is settled, you will not be allowed to go outside or inside!

"All right!

Originally, it is a method to prevent layoffs from outside or to prevent escape.

At the very least, if the Quartet is closed with thick walls of light, escape is not easy even for wizards who can handle heat and thunder.

About ten meters square is isolated by a wall of light.

Sometimes in the meadows, it was almost impossible to work small.

"For once, the four knights surrounding the Quartet are my immediate elite. No matter how many magical arms you have, it's not easy to break this wall of light!

"Really..."

Stupid, but honest. I was working for someone whose nature was obviously bad.

The genuine guards wanted to scream out loud that they weren't.

There's no way this man can't tear down one wall built by just one, top-notch magician.

"So you're saying it's okay to use any amount of magic in this!

"Exactly!

No, you're not!

It's not okay at all!

Don't believe me, do what he says!

It's not like he's wrong, but you're not normal!

"Aye, I'll be back!

For a harrowing escort, a line of salvation had appeared.

Happy or unhappy, or lost late, a row of pallets arrived at the stage when the two entered the interior of the wall of light.

"Canvas, what are you doing?!

The pallet was stopping the canvas as it was about to scream.

To be clear, you don't look like you realize this is the stage before you burn this country down.

Everyone in this room dies then, but it doesn't fit that far.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't believe you after all"

"I'm the bad one, if you want me to believe you, I should have said it right! Even if you don't think you can believe me! So stop dueling anyway!

I mean, duels are duels, but bareback fights are still fine.

Don't let that man use magic.

"I don't want to hide it, he's a wizard far beyond the realm of interrogation! You and your escorts are the strongest wizards who can smash billboards and break them, even if they build walls with magic!

"Hey, I can light it up."

"... when you say that, you won't be able to pull back... forgive me"

There was a perception.

"Beyond the realm of interrogation" is the correct expression, but there was a great opening between the wizard who crosses the interrogation in the canvas and the actual power of authenticity.

Perhaps there is so much difference that the state perishes.

"If your words are wrong, I will fight to prove it so!

"I don't know, I get it!

"Shaw elephant, stop you too! You know, your magic..."

"Rest assured! Your daughter's fiancée will take you down without getting hurt!

Genzo thumbs up confidently with a scratchy face.

Nothing to be anxious about, I saw him laughing, and all I could feel was fear in the face of knowing his bullying and shallow.

"Leave it to me! I've come up with a must win!

"I don't feel safe about one thing!

"It's okay, it's okay! Leave it to me!

"What do you want me to leave you with?!

A wall of recognition even thicker than the wall of light separated the two, even though they converse over the wall of light.

And it also existed between the canvas and its escorts.

"Lady Pallet, I'm sorry, but this battle is already in God's hands."

"Exactly, we are not going to break this wall even if the heavens and the earth crumble."

"No matter how mighty the wizard was, let's close it and show it!

"Captain of the Holy Knight, even if it's your order, which is your superior officer, I'm not going to listen!

The truth about the palette was hurting their insistence as well.

He put his power into the wall of magic.

Of course, it means nothing.

"So that's not the problem!

"Dear Canvas, this is too unjust! This is a private fight in the name of God!

"Hey, Shawzoo! Just stop it! Don't do anything!

"No more questions... let's settle this before it gets in the way!

"All right, here I come! Come on, let's fight!

While we were unconscious, a battle was about to begin that would lead directly to the survival of this country.