Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

Isagi also attends the sorcery class.

Unlike swordsmanship, it is because experience is hard to dictate by its rate of growth.

Happiness and others are already manipulating magic more freely than Isagi.

All this is still, all I can say is taste.

Congratulations, as you can see, are also manipulating magic quite well.

The grief is already equipped with the strength of a first-rate magician class.

Even the elite sorcerer, the court sorcerer, will line up for the celebration.

Again, the difference between the average person and them in the maximum amount of magic power is huge.

I can keep writing code for as long as I want.

That's all I can practice.

If I were to analogize, would I have all the tools for painting and I have endless time for painting?

Isagi should boast an extraordinary magic capacity for a normal person, but still lower than the three of them.

Rimino and the like are days when they fall right into their desks.

He's out of breath, and his even skin is sweating balls.

"Ugh... I'm tired..."

Twenty minutes, even after using magic, it looks like this.

Even though elves have more original magic than other species.

Let Sylvenia tell you the truth.

"This is the way it should be. You guys are crazy. You're cheating."

Apparently.

I was crushing like that while I was mumbling.

Not enough time for beginners to practice magic anyway.

The time spent on magic in one day is twenty minutes. If you can draw one code in ten seconds, theoretically, you'll be able to use 120 magic tricks during a day of combat.

But it takes at least twenty years to start drawing one code in ten seconds with twenty minutes of practice a day.

If there's anything that can practice this for twelve hours a day, what do you think?

It's not simply 36 times the difference. Long hours of training can help you get the hang of it, 100 times faster, or better.

This is the cheat of the Demon King candidates.

(So I'll try my best from scratch...)

Isagi had decided to re-study magic from the ground up.

Magic is quite useful for some purposes.

If you learn the art of juxtaposition, there will be lives you can save.

This environment, where you can calm down and study, is different than it was three years ago.

Because at that time I had no choice but to seek profit.

"So I'm going to study something new today...

But before that... er "

Sylvenia frowns at the root of her eyebrows and stares at the rabbit.

Even if they look at this one.

Unlike yesterday, today's seating order is down behind one of the sorrows.

And instead, Dutu was sitting down.

"Ugh, fun, fun"

She is the daughter of a demon emperor who is glad to slap her hands.

Sylvenia is going to be very hard to do.

Seems like this girl doesn't like people either.

"... why are you here? Dutu."

"Uh, 'cause we all look like we're having fun. Hey, Rimino?

"Limino must not be playing..."

"Isn't that nice, I'll mix it up too? - Hey, Issa. Well?

"Uh..."

Honestly, I didn't think this princess could come about her magic class.

I feel like I'm going to fall asleep in the first five minutes.

"Ta-no-no. Hey, Sylvenia, what are you playing with today?"

……

Sylvenia had been blocking by the hat for a while.

I get a little worried that I'm stuck in my own world.

but then.

When she grabbed the chalk with both hands, she started the board book with tremendous momentum.

As everyone is taken lightly, I write something surprisingly magical code in fine letters.

Even though it was duplicitous, its sophistication was as complicated as if it were her depths.

Ten seconds. Sylvenia drew out the code there.

When she puts the chalk down, she tells Dutu with cold eyes.

"Dutu deciphers all of this perfectly and completely.

You should never leave this room until it's over. I'll kill you if you leave. Because I'll kill you.

The others are going to class outside today. "

Bread and slap your hands to encourage everyone.

As the students leave the classroom with each other.

It was from behind that I heard the sad cry of Dutu...

So it is the usual courtyard.

It's a pleasant blue sky class, but Sylvenia looks as uncomfortable as ever.

"I'm going to do some magic today.

Mendeau, but I had a request. "

Limino sitting in the front row nodding with a crease.

At some point, Rimino seems to be indulging in the procedure without the knowledge of Isagi.

Anyway.

"Magic is the power to use magic to disrupt the demonic world.

Then the magic, "

As usual, Sylvenia uses an invisible brush to write code into the world.

But it was just a painting.

"This is one of the easiest barriers to magic."

"What is this?

Limino twists his neck.

"Wall, come, come."

With that voice Sylvenia activates the spell.

Then the fringed world was filled with a bright white glow.

"In other words, to prevent the explosion of energy in the Devil's World with the same explosion.

This is the barrier.

Even so, it's not strong enough as it is, so I need to write it down if I'm going any further.

But I think connectivity can be learned quickly by someone who can use magic.

Because the code is so easy, if you get into a meeting between the same level of surgeons, magic can always beat magic.

Magic has to write various orders.

"Shobe," "Aim," "Fast," "Sharp," I need a lot of code.

But the magic is a story that takes a word of 'keep' code, so have fun, Pong.

So the only way to break magic with magic is to brush your arms. "

The art of juxtaposition and witchcraft are truly the same.

Magic used for defense is magic. There is no mistake in that category.

But there is only one exception.

"But healing is different."

Magic and magic are both rituals that work in the demonic world.

But healing is not the only thing.

"It dilutes the prohibition of interference in the soul world to the point where it is possible for us to use it without problems.

Magic is a little bit of a power to the demonic world, but there's a soul world ahead of us.

To do this, I have to write code to the Devil World to cross the Devil World.

That is how we reach the soul world, where we share the soul of our magicians.

This is the cure.

Limited ban on one-way tickets. That's who healing is. "

Limino opens his mouth poking and listens to Sylvenia's explanation.

Sylvenia frowns, then writes out the code.

"... uh, this is the cure"

Again, that's complicated too.

Besides, magic has a completely different internal configuration.

"Besides, healers shred their souls, so I don't really recommend them.

I can bury it with some magic, but by the time I get there, most of the magicians will be dead.

A good healer is as precious as a magician. "

"That's right..."

Sylvenia tells the facts.

Limino still darkened his face.

In this world, there is no magic of recovery in its original sense, as it appears in role-playing games.

The healing technique only increases the opponent's vitality and does not cure injuries.

It also has no effect on cuts, abrasions, or site defects.

All it does is speed up the rate of self-recovery.

Of course, there's no way to resurrect the dead.

Detoxification is a magic that activates the resistance to poison to a pinpoint, making it impossible to eliminate the poison itself.

The healer is a healing technician, but he is also a doctor.

Limino isn't the only one surprised to hear about it.

"... I mean, if you get hurt and you don't even blow your fingers off, keep it up?

"It's Ron Mochi."

Sylvenia nods to grief.

Followed by a celebration.

"Well, what if he's dead?

"It's obvious. It's too obvious."

"Mon."

Congratulations on shaking your head and shocking you.

Sylvenia adds

"Most of the time, if you keep healing your fingers, maybe you'll grow up.

Because the soul tries to return to what it should be.

Though I still think it's going to take quite a while. "

That didn't seem very comforting.

Knowing once again the cynicism of this world, the sorrows and celebrations had a sad face.

Only the Yankees are still a little further apart, flashy.

"From now on, the Demon King candidates will be asked to choose the ritual they specialize in.

Fire, water, wind, soil, tracking, extensive, long range or series anyway.

Whether it's a junction, a cure, a reflex, a multiple chanting technique, a rotating chanting technique or a divine speed chanting technique.

Anyway, it's important to find one of your strengths in order to get the magic that works for adventurers.

Swordsmanship goes all round, witchcraft goes expert.

This is the way to fight. "

and Sylvenia points to everyone.

"So the greats of the Demon King candidate.

Grasp your style of combat and it's time to decide the path you want.

Ha ha. "

It's like a path aspiration.

For example, it would be more helpful to learn the art of juxtaposition one way or another if you were good at swordsmanship.

With soil and wind techniques to inhibit the opponent's behavior, he should gain an increasing advantage.

In contrast, congratulations and the like are not very masterful of being slashed with a sword by the opponent.

This means that magicians who use fire magic more often and do not give the target a gap to penetrate are suitable.

Limino seems to want to brush his forensic arm.

Not like a Demon King candidate, but it's good to have a goal, Isagi thinks.

And.

……

The Yankees remain silent, even as they listen to Sylvenia.

He is also behind in swordsmanship, and furthermore his witchcraft prowess is not sufficient.

Though I'm sure you're in a hurry for yourself.

And, the rabbit finds out.

"Sylvenia, speaking of which, how did you get out?

I thought you'd train to prevent magic by magic, but you don't seem to.

Then Sylvenia nodded with a grumpy face.

"Dutu was a jerk."

"There's more to be honest..."

Squeeze. There's nothing more than shuddering.

That night, Isagi woke up feeling signs.

There's a plate on the floor, and I'm in my room with first aid for now.

By the way, Celebration still lives in a different room.

It is dangerous when the sealing technique runs wild again, so it is under the watchful eye of the soldiers.

So at first, Isagi wondered if Limino had snuck in.

Although she sleeps like a drool at night because she uses magic all the way down lately, and in addition to doing her maid's work.

Still want to breathe once in a while, does that mean?

When Isagi opened her thin eyes and waited, the door to the room slowly opened.

Someone comes here, lurking in his footsteps.

What shall I do?

Shall I surprise you?

But soon I realize.

It is not a limino.

"... hey, you're awake"

It was a Yankee.

"Why are you here"

When Isagi wakes up, the Yankee turns that way.

I can see it in the dark.

He was slightly dyeing his cheeks.

I also feel that the temperature is slightly elevated.

Oh, hey.

You're lying.

Said the rabbit was stiffening himself to a bad feeling.

The Yankee tells him to keep his hand in his pocket.

"Why don't you go out with me?"

It's a direct ball.

Manly.

It impresses me in a way.

Oh, my God.

I never really saw Yankees from the front.

But he's actually quite a beauty figure.

One part of the length of the cut is even equipped with colour.

Though I rarely feel that way because of crude words and behavior and crude images.

In addition, the body is muscular and well adjusted.

Tall, too.

In modern Japan, there would have been a lot of noise with Sakashi Kakai.

Yankee is clearly a pretty good looking guy.

He asked me to hang out with him as he dyed his cheeks.

Wouldn't this be a pretty gut-coming situation?

Furthermore, he has lived in this other world until now, trying not to relate to anyone.

Exchanging words with ira and sylvenia is also minimal.

I don't even try to get close to being sad or happy.

Such a yankee opened my heart to me alone.

I can't help but feel special about this.

Well, that and all of this.

If the rabbit was a male (faggot), I'd be talking about it.

(I see.

Until I made sure Preah was safe, I decided not to cheat.

But this doesn't hit cheating because it's between guys, does it?)

Convinced, nod.

No, no.

Is there a reason?

By and large, then I choose a better opponent.

Either that or Isagi prefers sadness to Yankees.

The grief is handsome on the woman's face, and the grin that always floats is tender.

Where he got angry, I've never seen him.

It would have been a rustle in modern Japan.

Whatever you want to be sad about, Yankee.

No, I'd like to give you a break if it's true that you're sad too.

Isagi is normal.

So.

Keep your head down.

"I'm sorry, but I have someone in mind..."

"Huh?"

Yankee asks back with a skewed face.

But I think I soon realized what that meant.

My face turned bright red and I yelled.

"Chi, Chi Eh Eh Eh Eh! Temehe is an idiot!?

"Oh, no? Good for you."

"I don't give a shit. I'm imagining. Stupid."

"No, but Sukeri, because he seemed pretty serious..."

"Huh!"

Yankee wears hair like hell.

His hair has also grown a lot black over the past few weeks.

It's called a pudding head.

"What on earth is this... shit"

"Then what? Footfall. Where do I hang out?"

"In the meantime, you can be cheap about me."

"Well, good luck."

Yankee - Again, Chen Jiu squeaks outside with his chin.

"Show yourself, Isa."

Isagi looks up at him, I think.

Right, this isn't a date invitation.

I was wondering if it was a fight (Tyman) application.