Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"Lute Hanneburg... surely the SS leader of this country who took over after that man"

Emiol accidentally pounds her tongue as she turns her abominable gaze.

The situation was already at its worst.

It was originally more overwhelmingly unfavourable in number of soldiers, making up for it by magical rewriting and dragoon proficiency. Nevertheless, the increase in the number of further enemies also made a decisive difference on the battlefield.

On the other hand, that person, who changed the trend of the battle, stares at Emiol in front of him with his usual harsh expression.

"I'd like you to revisit the insignificant statement after him."

"At least I need you to say after junior year."

"Well, I guess it's true that it was smoother to take over from Eince than to take over from that idiot"

Taking Alex's light-hearted mouth, Lute snorts gently as he looks at Emiol. And as it was, he opened his mouth again.

"Either way, yes. You're done here. Quiet, drop your weapons and surrender."

"Just kidding. Why do we have to imitate that? If you can win as many as you can, will you recognize that? It's really shallow."

Cut and throw away Lute's surrender recommendation.

In contrast, Lute shook his head small as he moved his eyebrows slightly.

"Seeing this sight, I was afraid that such a grand language would spin"

"Unfortunately his words are not grand, they are true"

The moment you mouth it, the tiniest body-body boy on the spot stuffs his distance from Lute in an instant. And the knife held in his hand as it was was was wielded at high speed.

"I see, the speed is still human away, too. But at any rate, I'm saying that your physical abilities have already been confirmed."

Spinning the word was a man who in an instant brightened his sword and, contrary to earlier, took the knife.

As he narrows his fox eyes further, he slides his sword straight and targets Zeth's neck.

But his sword just cut the void.

"... you're still the only troublemaker"

Flying backwards in an instant, Zeth gives an abominable look.

Meanwhile, Alex made me laugh bitterly at his remarks like that.

"Well, what about that? Anyway, this is who you're dealing with."

At the same time as the words, this time Alex goes to pack the distance.

And steel and steel to interact with.

But the results are different.

That was the result of Alex clearly attacking and Zeth turning to defense.

"An attack mixed with falsehood. You'll see how bad your people are."

"Hehe, I'll take that as a compliment"

Alex says so, as well as turning to Zeth's side in an instant and releasing the sword strike again.

gaze, center of gravity movement, and form.

Each and every one weaves a feint, and it undoubtedly stood on a frontier that could only be made into one pursuit of technology.

That's why it's meaty.

An incarnation worn of human skin, also to be called the guardian of this world.

"I was wrong. You are only created by a bug. No, I know that's not a mistake, but it was you who polished it up. I see. You deserve respect. But is it really good?

"Well, what are you talking about?

Overlapping their gaze as the sword and knife collide.

And shortly afterwards, Zeth gave him an invincible grin.

"Is it good to be dancing with me here? Isn't it heavy on him as Emiol's opponent?"

Words unleashed with an invincible laugh.

All you have to do here is stop the leg of the vermilion reaper in front of you, Zeth concludes.

In other words, not far away, there was a certainty in him that Emiol and I could be pinched.

And most importantly, even if one troublesome man presents himself, he places one woman as a measure to do so. That's why he was just dedicated to avoiding fatalities and stretching the battle against the reaper in front of him.

But to Zeth like that, unexpected words emanate from the man in front of you.

"Well, what about that? Unfortunately, you don't seem to know anything. how much he is."

"You're detached from that bug, and you look delicate"

"Oh, you're right. I'm worried he'll be okay without me."

With a slight glance at the battle between Alex and Zeth, Lute answers likely to head to Emiol in front of him.

As soon as he did, Emiol gave him a frightened look.

"Hehe, it's something big out there. Ignorance makes me feel confident... embarrassed. I didn't realize I didn't understand myself enough."

"Well, it's called that kid, you and your good mouth are all alone. Yui's guy has repeated his pronouncements, but that has been accompanied by consequences. Well, what about you guys?

At the same time as that word, a magical wind begins to converge before his eyes. And Lute uttered the spell when he glanced at Emiol.

"Howard Wind!"

Whirlwind unleashed at the same time as words.

It just so happens to hit Emiol.

But a young man with silver hair never moves one eyebrow.

It's just that he spun a powerful spell.

"Magiccode access...... hack!

At the same time as the words uttered, the whirlwind flips its direction and accelerates with a straight lute aim.

In contrast, Lute tried to avoid him as he rolled to his side as he struck one tongue.

"Take away the magic..."

"Heh heh, you're the only one involved in that abominable mediator, and you don't seem surprised per se. Fine, because it's not over now."

With one finger up, Emiol tells Lute so. And as it was, he continued his words with joy.

"Now, how are you going to thank me when I find out I can't get through with my powers? I want you to look unnecessarily hasty at best."

"Well, there's nothing to panic about"

"With that said, you seem to have quit building magic. It's not a bad decision. But there is no victory over magicians who cannot use magic. So that's it."

With words, Emiol is slashed for luting as he pulls out the short sword he was lowering to his waist.

The sword flash was filled with strength, speed, certainty, and ridicule.

The mockery of being too serious about a magician.

But the next moment, in his hand, the feeling of hitting something other than meat runs, and his eyes are wide open.

"I see, I did refrain from building magic. That's why I'm not saying I won't wave my sword. Not to mention in front of those who can only wield a little sword to this extent."

At the same time as that word, when you pay Emiol's sword, which you have received, you turn to him for each body.

A luxurious young man exerting a strange power and a forged flesh of lutes that should also be called the ancient strong.

That first encounter produced unilateral results.

In other words, the result is that something with less mass and acceleration is bounced off by something that beats it.

"Come on, imitate the muddy smell!

"I'm not going to fight beautifully as a magician. I've been reminded that you can't win."

Until that day when I enrolled in the cadet school, I was a supreme genius myself, and I was overwhelmed by the fact that no one existed more than myself.

But the day he enrolled in cadet school, he was reminded that he was a frog in the well.

And instead of going from being chased to being chased, there is now Lute Hanneburg because he kept running desperately.

"Damn, let's admit it. You are a troublesome magician. But still, as long as I'm a magician, I have no victory."

Rising up quickly with the tongue pounding, Emiol turns to Lute and packs the distance again.

Lute, who saw it, hoisted the right corner of his mouth slightly, protruding his right hand forward.

"Double...... Gail!

It is two diseases that are produced.

At the same time as it is generated, it is unleashed by Emiol's hair.

"Is it magic without punishment? You seem to lack comprehension. Magiccode access"

Having captured the disease in its sight, Emiol occasionally seizes control of the magic. And the moment he tried to reverse the lute aim in front of him as it was, he saw something unexpected in his eyes.

"Double Gail!"

Two new diseases.

It is unleashed by diseases deprived of control, and the wind storms irregularly as turbulence surrounds it with contact.

And Emiol saw it.

That magic and magic overlapped, just straight from the front, one man jumped into his chest shaking his hair by the wind.

"Surely you are the natural enemy of a magician. But if you go out with more troublesome natural enemies for more than a decade, you'll come up with one or two ways to fight. At any rate, you didn't have those two troublesome people by your side."

From that day when he was shattered in his confidence that he was a genius, he has always kept running to beat those two, and to beat them.

So he's not going to taste two letters of defeat in a place like this.

Even if the young man in front of you is the guardian of this world, there are only two people in this world who admit that he can beat himself.

Then he turned to a young man with a stunned look, a glimmer of steel sword flashing.