Unmotivated Hero's Tale

A sword strike with certainty.

As a result it should have produced a deep wound from Emiol's shoulder…

I was declaring not to join the war without her interrupting.

"... it's a total pity. I didn't know I was gonna wave my sword to save something irrelevant."

"Blooming Night!?"

A being who saved himself and took Lute's sword.

The moment he realizes it, Emiol mouths the name of the sword witch with amazement.

"I see, the heir to his mother? Trouble."

"You're not putting this me together!

Blooming night with anger plays Lute's sword. And I kicked his belly as it was.

"Ghoo...... damn, bad foot habits seem to be oriental too Yarikuchi"

Kicked in the rear, Lute takes passivity and tongues in front of him in a fight that obviously resembles someone else's.

Meanwhile, Emiol, who should have been saved, asked the brunette girl in front of him, unable to hide her confusion.

"Duh, what are you going to do"

"I don't mind you dying. But if this goes two-on-one, there's a chance he won't show up until the end. Then I don't know what I've come all the way to the end of the west for"

Blossom night clearly says so without hiding the frustration.

Then Lute, hearing her words like that, gently laughed the remark with her nose.

"Well, I love it when you come all the way here looking for him."

"Do you like things...? Looks like something to me. But in any case, there is one truth. You die here. This man killed me."

The moment the word is uttered, Blossom Night jumps into Lute's sight to fly, releasing a sword strike as it is.

Is that too fast and too tough?

Exactly that blow, which should also be called an electrolithic fire, would have decided to fight under a single machete entirely if it had been an ordinary soldier.

But the person she confronted made her take such a sword attack at a critical place.

"Sick... na"

"Stupid, why can you react!?"

Blooming night confusion.

That was just as extreme.

For her to observe the battle from earlier, the man in front of her was regarded as first-rate as a magician. But at the same time, he decided that as a swordsman, he could not be called first-rate, and that a sweet quote would only be second-class.

But such a second-rate receives her sword.

That was precisely an incomprehensible fact for her, and at the same time she shook her head unexpectedly, despite the fighting, when she was sworn until the second shot, which she should not have continued unconsciously.

"No, what do you mean? Why would a magician take my sword?"

"It is decided. Because I've been dealing with a level of sword close to you. Of course it won't last long."

A red-haired best friend who keeps meeting with Zeth on the immediate side.

With a glimpse of the battle, Lute clearly says so.

Blossom night, by contrast, slightly distorted his face, as well as a handful of straight strokes... re-gripping the star cut.

"... I feel nauseous. I didn't expect you to compare me to this disgusting swordsman. But let's forgive it. With your neck."

"I don't even know how I feel, but unfortunately that's impossible. If I do cut with you like this, I will be defeated. But that's not possible. Anyway, I'm a magician."

The moment he utters the word, Lute sticks one hand forward.

"Eat it, Tornado!

Wind magic he is best at dealing with.

Lute unleashed supermassive magic, the highest of them all, without hesitation.

At the next moment, a giant tornado emerges that roars in front of him.

"Hey, what the hell!

A fierce wind outburst that suddenly appeared.

Before that, the blossom night opens its mouth as if it were a surprise.

In an instant, vision is closed by a whirlpool of wind, and a storm as if through the earth strikes her directly.

But at that moment, there was a presence that jumped in from behind to protect her like that.

"Stay down, blossom night!

One young man thrust a sword witch, and confront a giant swirl of wind.

He desperately foresees everything as magic, the essence of a tornado, in a vision that no longer functions properly, as he is torn apart by the wind outrage that engulfs his surroundings in an instant and casts one spell at the same time.

"Magiccode access...... hack!

At the same time as casting that spell, the tornado, which enveloped the surrounding area in an instant, can disappear as if its existence had been a lie.

And what was left was the appearance of a desolate earth and soldiers unfortunately caught in a tornado and, above all, exhausted magicians breathing on their shoulders.

"Betting is your loss. Great...... yes, great magician. It's not an abnormal individual like him, and it's not that abominable mediator, it's just something that humans have stood up to us really well. Yeah, you deserve respect. But that's it."

Obviously due to the influence of extreme magic, Emiol tells Lute that he is at the extreme of fatigue. And as he took a step forward to snap his neck, an unexpected laugh echoed around him.

"Ha, ha, ha... Ha, ha, ha, ha"

"What's wrong? Have you lost your mind before your own death?

"No, I'm not. I didn't think magic would work this far. If you dare, it's a laugh from the joy of doing your part."

Shaking his head, Lute makes them laugh again.

That's obviously heterogeneous.

And obviously an anomaly.

That is why Emiol feels slight anxiety and misfortune and hurries up to speak up.

"You think it worked? What the hell..."

"The earlier magic wasn't unleashed on you... you see that one."

Where Lute pointed along with the words.

There existed a boy who was supposed to be confronted directly from the front by a red-haired man, pierced and collapsed with a knife from behind.

And the brunette, dressed in imperial army attire, lightly pays for the blood of the knife that pierced the boy.

Emiol, who saw the sight, and the brunette girl who was falling into the ground, understands everything.

The earlier magic... that that mighty magic was just a blind eye.

And that everything was just a measure devised by someone in their eyes.

That's why they accidentally scream the name of the person.

"" Yui Istarz!