The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

"Amaco, stay back ......."

I look at Mr. Arque, who is holding his sword in his right eye, telling him to stay away from Amako, who is looking at me with concern. Armor covers his entire body. At first glance, it seems to be just a piece of armor, but it is covered with a spell that makes it resistant to almost all blows to it.

It is safe to assume that blows with the limbs and the associated impact are also nullified.

Then, the only way that would work is to stop him with a weapon attack, a weapon that can kill or injure Mr. Arc, but it would be too dangerous to save him.

"---then..."

If we can't do anything at the moment, we will try to find a way to help him in the fight.

The only way to do that is to stay close to him and attack him. We will evade him, parry with our cuirass, and find a way out.

He thrusts his right hand forward, his left hand at his waist, and his right foot half a step forward so that he can move it at any time. No matter what kind of attack comes, you will be ready for it.

"Come on!

As if in response to my voice, he raises his sword and rushes forward to slash at me.

In response, I catch the sword in my line of sight as it swings down, and I strike the tip of the sword with my right fist, which is fitted with a hand armor, and deflect it slightly to the right.

At the same time as the flaming sword makes contact with the cuirass, a small spark is produced.

"What?

"Too late!"

I tell him this as his eyes widen slightly with a vacant look in them.

---I'm scared to death, but inside I'm still scared.

I'm terrified of blades, and having to go to the trouble of engaging in melee combat is causing me a great deal of stress.

But no one can help Mr. Aruk but me.

For his sake as well as for ours, we must not fall back.

I have to do it. ---I have to...!

He turns his sword to the right and swings it in a side swipe, avoiding the blow by crouching down.

At the same time as he does this, I reach into his pocket, pull his shoulder armor as hard as I can, and knee him in the abdomen.

I look at his armor to see if it works, but it does not.

It seems that even a blow by holding him down is within the range of his resistance.

"!　Oops!

He notices Mr. Aruk gathering magic power in his hands and immediately moves away from him.

I don't want to be blown away by the magic power again. I was almost unharmed before, but even I can't be unharmed if he hits me on my unprotected face.

Before I can regain my position, Aruk-san comes at me again.

"You're not giving me any time to rest!

The red-hot sword sprays sparks of fire and swings at me over and over again. Those who can avoid the attacks, avoid them, and those who can be repelled by their hand-arms, take them as they are, and stay on the defensive.

It is hot. Every time he swings his sword, I feel suffocation and a stinging sensation on my skin.

But I continue to take his attacks regardless.

I repel his slashes with my right fist with my cuirass, and I avoid his thrusts by twisting my body, and I block his breathless barrage of blows with my cuirass.

However, his right arm, which was protecting him from the sword, was hot...?

"Hot!"

It's red hot!

Seeing the reddish discoloration on the back of his hand and arm, he hurriedly removes the cuirass and throws it to the floor. If he had kept them on, they would have been destroyed or badly burned for sure.

I'm not burned, but it's still not a good idea to be repeatedly hit by it.

It would have been a different story if I had been facing a normal sword. .......

"Hmph, hmph,...... indeed, fire is a tricky thing."

He deflects the sword with the cuirass of his left arm while casting healing magic on his right hand and blowing on it with his breath.

"What!"

"¡¡...... hmm?"

In the middle of this, I saw his arm tremble slightly.

His movements became somewhat jerky along with it. Seeing him like that, I made a guess.

"Is he reaching the limit of his physical strength? ......

It is an inevitable problem when people move. In my case, the limit is a little bit higher than others, but a normal person would have a hard time exercising with almost no breathing. Moreover, it is natural that Aruk-san, who is attacking me, is more fatigued than I am, who is concentrating on defense.

Normally, he would leave me at this point and try to catch his breath and recover his strength. But Nair is in control of his body. He will not stop his sword until he has completed her command.

"If I'm not being manipulated ......"

I wouldn't have let you realize my physical limitations.

He would have played with me in technical combat, which I am not good at, instead of this kind of muddy melee.

I avoid his slightly dulled sword without looking at it, and shift my gaze to Nair.

"â"

Seeing me on the defensive, he seemed to be in a very good mood, as if he thought he was winning.

---I'm sure of it. She is not very good at fighting.

When I was about to strike the first blow, she was very frightened because she was aware that she could be easily defeated by my attack.

If that were the case, I would be able to strike her before her body is destroyed, but Mr. Aruk in front of me would not allow me to do so.

"......!　Yes."

Let's think about it the other way around.

If we can't attack them directly, we can do it by other means.

If that's the way it's going to be!

!"

I turn my attention back to Mr. Aruk again, and with enough force to knock him off the floor, I dive into his pocket, slam my fist into his chestplate as if gouging it out from underneath, and push him up.

The force and impact are nullified, but the force to push him up should not be....

"Here!　---- Prepare yourself!　Neah!"

"...... what?　Me?"

I glared at her as she let out a crazy voice, and I slammed my fist into Mr. Arc's armor, knocking him to the window where Nair was standing.

Of course, Mr. Arc was unharmed inside.

But I wonder if someone who will be crushed by it will be safe. ......?

"Oh, what?　Still aiming at me,...... Ah, Mr. Aruk!　Stop!

Stop!

But just before he hit Nair, Mr. Alk stabbed his sword into the floor and hit the brakes to stop his momentum and he fell. Mr. Arcu's armor makes a clattering sound as he falls without being able to catch himself.

He was stopped by ......, and he stopped in a very unreasonable position. That's how impatient he was.

"d*mn. ......

"What the hell is this guy, he's crazy. ....... How much more is he trying to get to me when there are other ways to get to me ......."

What do you mean, "crazy"?

Well, never mind, I'll do it as many times as I have to. With that thought, I tried to ready my fist again, but I saw Aruk-san get up from the impossible position he had fallen to the floor with a grunt.

"Ugh... ......"

"......"

---It's working.

I didn't hit him.

Maybe the damage he took when he fell under the weight of his armor and his own weight ......?

If my guess is right, I'm starting to understand a little more about the spell of resistance.

"So, you're saying that the spell of resistance is really a spell that makes you resistant "only" to blows. ...... that's a quick story. I'm going to hit Mr. Arc to you just like I just did. I'm going to drive Mr. Arc into a corner until he passes out.

"...... fellow, right?　I don't know if you're capable of ...... hitting him over and over again."

Your voice is getting a little hoarse, ne'er-do-well.

I nod without hesitation at her words and ready my fists.

"I have to do it. One of the reasons I was on the defensive was to keep Aruk from cutting me and Amako. I don't want to hurt us and make him regret it, that's why ----"

Stop Mr. Aruk.

Nair's face tightened slightly at my words, and she held her palm up to Mr. Alc and moved her mouth to say something. I turned my attention to Amako in the corner of the room, but she shook her head as if she did not hear me either.

"It would have been better to end it here. For both of you.

"...... what do you mean?"

Before she can answer, Mr. Alc comes forward.

He seems to have regained some breathing room, but his movements are still jerky. No matter what measures she takes, she will continue to use the same method as before...?

Suddenly, Mr. Aruk shoots a large fireball from his palm.

I was surprised that she used fire in the pavilion, but I hurriedly created a healing magic bullet and hit the fireball, causing it to explode and cancel it out.

"What, what is it ......?"

I was fighting to keep the fire away from my surroundings as much as possible, but suddenly you started to use fire.

Is it dazzling ......?"

I watch for his sword as I am enveloped by the blast generated by the fireball. Then, something is coming straight at my neck.

I try to flick it with my left hand, but contrary to my expectation, it grabs my arm, which I hold up in defense.

"!?　Mr. Aruk!

He pulls my arm from his grasp and swings it around with great force.

My legs came off the floor, and my arms were pulled as he pulled me down..,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

I was thrown from the third floor.

Below me, I can see Bulrin riding on a horse and beating up on the zombies who have become immobilized.

Feeling somewhat shocked at what I have just seen, I adjust my stance in mid-air and land on the ground.

I look to the side to see Bulrin approaching me, and I think of her left behind on the third floor.

"Amako is ......!"

I look up to call out to her on the third floor, but I see Mr. Alc coming downstairs, grabbing the ledge of the window.

If she continues to deal with him, she will not be able to confirm Amako's safety. No, I know that the girl has a thick skull, but I'm still worried about her.

Should we ignore him or ......?　No, if Bulrin here is against Mr. Aruk, he might kill him if he's not careful.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Go to Amaco's."

Gua?

Take care of her.

Perhaps he heard my urgent voice, he let out a cry and ran into the pavilion. Perhaps Amako would be safe as long as Bulrin went. I know that Amako is not the type of girl who would be caught by zombies, and I am not worried about that.

The problem is..,

"I just don't understand what you're trying to do at all."

"Hmph."

He says these words to Nair, who has been sitting on a helicopter on the roof of a Western-style house for some time now.

She is looking down at me with her purple-lit palm facing the ground.

"I don't think I can beat you just by dropping you from the third floor. I've asked Aruk to change the location a bit, where he can wield his power to his heart's content.

At that moment, the sword that Alc-san was standing in front of me gushed out with a fire that was a far cry from the one I had just seen.

The flaming sword, which had been quietly glowing red as if clad indoors, glowed brightly as if it were completely different from before, releasing so much heat that even those of us at a distance could feel the heat.

"I heard that he himself doesn't like to use this kind of magic. "He himself doesn't like using this kind of magic, he says, since the disastrous results of his cuts are so far from the way he wants them to be. Well, if you get cut by a sword like this, you won't get much more than a burn.

Nair scoffs.

On the other hand, I was reminded of the image of Meena that I had seen in Luxvis when I saw Mr. Alc with a burning flame on his sword.

The power and range of the sword were exceptional, but it felt strange to see me, a healer, and Alc-san, a flame wielder, outside the house.

"It's like a re-creation of Nack and Meena. Then, as his master, I have to get over this fire.

I smile, remembering how Nack swallowed all his fear and trepidation and stood up to Meena.

Unfortunately, I already know how to attack the spell of resistance that Nair is talking about.

If punching and kicking are useless, we just have to use other methods of attack,

Besides, it was a mistake to let me out of the house, that's all I can say.

"When you were planning your strategy to fight me, Mr. Aruk must have advised you to do so. .

"......What about it?　In this situation, it's obvious that you, who can only punch and kick, have an advantage over Aruk-san, who can create a wide range of explosive flames."

"That's why you don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you dare lick the lifeguard, Rose trained me.

Running, not hitting or kicking, is what I'm all about. Here I don't have to worry about stepping through the floor or injuring the nearest amaco.

"Mr. Aruk, I'm coming to help you."

"What!　Cleave!

At the same time as Nair's words, Mr. Arc swung his sword, which was covered in flames, sideways and released a fan of flames. I step out of the ground as hard as I can, leap with a running start, and leap over the fan-shaped flames.

"---There is no ceiling and there are no walls.

As soon as he lands, I run to the side and try to approach him from the side.

However, I fail because Mr. Aruk creates a wall of flames at the direction of Nair, who catches sight of me from above.

"Then, go faster...!"

I turn my body around and start to run to increase my speed.

In the meantime, all the flames that are shot out are hitting and missing far behind me. I try to aim and hit as Nair instructed, but that is a bad move when dealing with me.

"Too late,...... too late!"

I can't be in a controlled state.

I shouldn't be repeating the same attack like a robot.

It would be easier to stop my legs if I use a power move like Mina's, by scattering magic bullets that burst in all directions, or by creating a way for me to escape, luring me there, and then hitting me at once.

"Yes!"

I change direction and turn toward Mr. Aruk.

Nair has lost sight of me, and Mr. Alc is looking in the wrong direction.

I approach him before he notices me and cut off his consciousness...!

I close the distance in one breath and try to grab him, but at that moment, he suddenly turns around and catches me in his eyes.

"What?

He noticed me, no, he reacted to me. ......?

Did his knightly instincts kick in unconsciously?　Aruk-san turns his head around and quickly swings his sword down at an angle.

Should he step back or should he go---he hesitates for a moment as he sees the sword approaching, but then he quickly changes his mind and holds his left arm out wide to the right.

He meets the flaming sword with his left fist covered with his cuirass.

It would be unthinkable under normal circumstances, but my master was a monster who could shatter a steel sword with his bare hands...,

"If he can do it, I can do it!"

I strike the sword that is about to cut my head off with my back fist with the back of my left hand with a twist of my body.

I am her disciple and subordinate, there is no reason why I can't do it since I have the advantage of wearing the hand armor!

"Aaaaah!"

The flames emitted from the sword turn the cuirass red and make it hot.

He endures the suffocation and the heat, but he does not weaken the force he has put into his arm.

"Break it off!

With a crack at the base of the blade, he swings his back fist out.

The blade, which had been covered with flames, snapped off at the base and pierced the ground, leaving a residue of flames.

"---It hurts a little!

It's not over yet.

I took a step closer to Mr. Aruk, and grabbed his arm and the collar of his breastplate, without punching or kicking him.

This is the way of life against the spell of resistance.

It was an impact other than a blow. That is, a throw.

It was neither judo nor aikido, but just pure force to lift up Aruk-san's body..,

"Soooo!"

"Gah!"

He hits the ground with a mighty thud.

A large crack appears in the ground, and the sound of armor creaking can be heard.

I hear his grief and pain in my heart, but after confirming that he has fainted, I pour healing magic into him to heal the damage caused by the throw.

I hit him on the ground, taking care not to drop him on his head, but it seems that the impact was enough to knock him out.

"Whew..."

I slowly catch my breath as I remove my hand from Mr. Aruk's.

The idea of throwing and then healing is a good one, isn't it?

The healing punch heals while punching. But this is a technique to heal after throwing.

I call it "Healing Throw".

What a practical technique you've developed. .......

...... Anyway, we were able to knock Aruk-san out with this. I can't say I'm out of the brainwashing yet, but that should be ok once I defeat Nair.

"Well..."

He throws away the cuirass of his left hand and looks up to where Nair is, applying healing magic to his reddened hand.

However, Nair, who had supposedly lost her pawn, Aruk-san, was not the least bit upset by this situation. She looks down at me with a relaxed expression on her face, as if she had been expecting this, and I feel a chill.

"You're the only one left."

"Oh, really?"

"...... you can't fight me, no matter how many zombies you try. Now you give up."

"Not a match. Not if it's just a zombie. If it's just a zombie.

---Wait a minute, what is she doing with her palms facing the ground?

I don't see any magic pattern. It looks like she's just sending her magic power into the ground... right under the pavilion.

Is she trying to bring back the zombies? ......　If they are just zombies, they are not my enemy as I said before. Or is he trying to resurrect a powerful demon like Bulrin as a zombie?

But I can't find such a corpse anywhere...?

"Amaco saw ...... in the basement."

The only place I never saw.

A place where something must have happened to scare the hell out of Amako.

Just as I was coming to that thought, a loud crushing sound and a tremor echoed from the Western-style house.

"What the hell?"

I looked toward the Western-style house in surprise, and saw the sound of something constantly pushing up from below, and the creaking of the Western-style house accompanying the sound.

What is happening ......?

While I was stunned by the sequence of events that I could not understand at all, a blue mass came out of the entrance of the Western-style house.

"Usato!

"Amako!　Bulrin, you saved me!"

Amako gets off his back and asks him about the situation, while praising Bulrin for bringing Amako here.

"Amako, what the hell is ...... going on?"

"......I don't like to think about it, but maybe that thing I saw ...... is going to happen."

"What's going to happen?　"What's going to happen?"

I'm sure something bad has been woken up, but I don't know what it is.

Amako's face turns blue and she looks toward the Western-style house.

"It had big, sharp teeth and ...... one eye that was full of hatred. Maybe it was..."

As if to interrupt her words, a huge hand with sharp claws sprang out from the ground floor of the Western-style house visible through the door. An arm with large claws that looked more like sharply pointed rocks than claws.

Another arm was forcibly inserted through the hole, widening the hole even further and destroying the museum, a sight that was enough to make me exclaim.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Nair was laughing maniacally, floating in the air with the wings on her back, despite the destruction of the mansion.

Seeing this out of the ordinary being, I glared at her and questioned her.

"Nair......!　What have you awakened!

What have I awakened?　Of course, I awakened something that can defeat you.

"......."

It's fanatical to this point: .......

I can't believe you woke that thing up and tried to get me.

---G-G-g-g-g-g-g-ve...

A shrill voice was heard from the pavilion.

After a moment of silence, the center of the first floor of the Western-style house burst open with a cloud of dust.

I stare at the ground floor of the Western-style house, blocking the flying pieces of wood.

What jumped into view through the smoke and sand was..,

No, no, no, no.

Huge, bloated paws.

Only one wing left.

Black eyes, hideous.

A large body with many scars.

I still couldn't believe what I was seeing, even though I was holding my nose against the sudden stench of decay.

>

With a harsh, unpleasant sound as if the air had leaked out, the evil dragon, who was on the path of evil, let out a heaven-shaking roar to devour us, its adversaries.