Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

Time goes on, WWIII.

"Kisama Kisama Kisama Aaaaaaaaaaaa!

On the stage, a boney scream rises.

"I am one of the Twelve Yukie and a flourishing Imperial nobleman!? That's why we have to struggle with civilian opponents like you!!

It is a complaint that a firm impatience seeped into the anger.

"Yes! This isn't happening!

Whatever it was directed at was the opponent of this match.

"Tsukasa, you really have an easy personality..."

The civilian boy, who comes from the same world as his opponent, the brave man, reputes it with a shuddering voice.

- Yes, Berdan Dostov Zegent, an imperial nobleman, was placed in an unprecedented predicament on a stage built on a painting of the position.

A predicament like this does not come from a battle disadvantage, but from a rush to attack. Whether it's still a long way from winning or losing, there's room and respite, but there was no doubt that Burdan was being pushed. Yes, the spirit.

Burdan's position as the Twelve Youjie was certainly bought with gold. But still, I had the pride of not taking a pull from the other Twelve Yukies, and I was not as inferior as I was in fact. Born in a traditionally aristocratic house of righteousness, he graduated from the House of Magic Leadership, also engaged in war with the countries of the South, equipped with many experiences and impeccable qualities.

Besides, if you tell me that there are some magic exercises that can only be used by Burdan, where that pride has gone somewhat too far, it won't be an issue.

- Magic multistage exercises. Manipulating unique punctuation and discouragement, constantly chanting spells. Between magic and magic, a technique that achieves quick and demanding magic exercises by not creating any intervals. That's the pearl hand Burdan is asking for.

We have used it and won many battles so far. The war originally brought down demons and many detached demons.

Nonetheless, such a self is taken entirely by the hand on stage.

(Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! This can't stop happening!

Relative is a civilian boy called with a brave man in Astel. He is a man of plain sight, who has no face, nor can he see anything like that which he takes up and mentions. If I were to thank someone for the word Shirai's elephant, I'm pretty sure the name would be mentioned first, it's such a symbol of the appearance of the world.

This is what I told Gorgan before I fought him.

- Show your colleagues such an unusual way to fight, a battle I will set an example with this precious blood!

- The one who fights, the one who rounds up the countrymen! I can't! I'm not happy that you're a poor man!

And even against the opposing civilian man,

- Can you use magic? No. You know what magic is in the first place?

- No, just because you can use it doesn't mean you know it. It will be the first time that I have knowledge and can use it, that I know it. Didn't I?

From what I hear, the world in which brave men are called is a world entirely unrelated to magic, and magic is the first thing I remember when I came to this world. Yingjie had a summoning ritual for six months. That's what I thought to such a lad that in my opponent, who has been touching magic for decades, that would not even be a fight - that's what I thought.

But why don't you open the lid? The civilian boy outwitted this one with a completely strange use of magic.

If it's something you can't afford, then it's another story. That doesn't make this one a reason to be cornered. But this man is fighting himself around the nose, as if he were playing with a child. No matter how seriously you come yourself, the other side is always consistently coming in the same way.

Naturally the audience is bothered to see how it goes. The vast majority of that blurring is confusion. Nor is that because Twelve Youjie is being taken by the hand. Because the magic outrage is something I've never seen before.

Fighting around blind spots as if no one had noticed them, smallpoking around wisely, even his twelve Youjie head, Gogan Bartwood Gort, stares without concealing his astonishing colors.

If this one tries to shoot out the magic of fire, it erupts with the magic of the wind that is supposed to stir the fire, and if it releases the magic of the water, he complained to the elements of the tree, absorbing all the moisture and wiping it out, even though it is usually the stones that defend it with the magic of the earth. Even if you use the multi-stage technique that you are good at, you will not touch each other with an inch of fingertips while standing around to interfere with this magic.

If you are irritated by such a situation and you hurry to shoot out the magic, the magic will lose its power and disappear just before it is thought to hit civilians.

"Nah -!?"

It's like when Earls Melfein unleashed his magic on Liliana Zandaik's dog earlier. Speaking of the civilians, on the other hand, I'm laughing nine years ahead. Is it a cold laugh, a mockery, or was it simply, a representation of pleasure on the face? I don't know the inside of it, but I guess it means I can afford to laugh.

"Be stupid......!

Strengthen your anger to the point where you could even die of anger. But even that strong anger sentiment doesn't even feed the battle, two or three, and exercising magic early in the arrow inheritance still ends up overrun.

- It's a common event in winning and losing. Whatever hands you strike next, you're outnumbered by your opponent like you've been spotted. As a result, I am in a hurry and cannot make a sober choice.

It was like, a bottomless swamp. This was such a battle, like you can't get out of it once it fits.

"So now it's time to do it from this side. - The wind. Respond to my will and mutilate my enemies. Strikewind."

Civilians tell them to challenge and unleash the magic of their little hands. The magic of the unleashed wind is crude and appropriate when it comes to attack, but it is powerful to such an extent that it cannot be ignored. That said, it's not going to be any problem for me, being Twelve Yukie. But it's annoying. It's very frustrating because of the amount of power you have to defend.

"- It's dirt! Surround me with a strong fence! After this life, there is nothing left to pass through! ROME WOW ALL RISING!"

Soil raised and hardened. When you create a robust protective wall in front of you, the magic of the wind crashes into it and mists.

"Did you think it would be magic like this! You fool!"

"Just one shot. Then you must be - the wind. Rip your enemies to my will x 7 (Don't Apply). Wind Blade Punch (Strike Wind) - Seven Deployments (Sevenfold)"

"Nah -!?"

Seven strikewind magic occurs after a civilian joke chants and keywords, striking hard dirt walls. A total of seven magic powers have been assembled. It creates a tremendous twist of pressure and destroys the barrier.

"Oh no... but the low wind magic breaks my fence, etc."

Impossible. I can't help but be angry when I wonder if it's taken by my hand with such magic.

"Well, how about this! - Fire! Turn that body into a further beauty and become a burnout weapon! Flame Zangrandi!"

"Njama - Scarlet. Take the red colour away from all eyes by the deep black and Zhu mix it shows. I don't deserve to be flamed because of the loss of color. Little Red Thief."

It was the magic of a giant fireball that shot out. In contrast, civilians also exercise the magic of fire. What caused it to occur, compared to this magic, was still red, scarlet like a bean crust. But let it appear all over the stage and confront it. Do you attack in quantity against quality? But the calories of a giant fireball, even if all the bean crushes are combined, will not arrive.

A scarlet fireball could be played. The magical rupture is chained, and in due course the fireball is also swallowed. Together with it, red fills the field of vision, increasing its color intensity. It becomes illusory as if its influence or the red colour flavor of the fireball has faded badly.

Flames go gray. Being gray makes me slightly wonder what that is.

The fireballs that were unleashed - they disappeared with a fire like a bean crush.

Probably used a multitude of magical fires, driving the influence of the fire element crazy and pushing the fireball to extinguish.

"Take a soothing move from earlier!

"Isn't that funny? Red is a symbol of flame. Regardless of the color flavor represented by its high or low temperature, the more red the Mystical Flame is assumed to be of good quality and powerful. Therefore, the less color you lose, the less power you lose as a flame."

"He said it would lose its power too because it would lose its color!? Something that doesn't make sense! There's no loss of element protection from magic. Shit!

"Oh, boy. All I'm saying is that this doesn't come with a pin is that you don't have the taste"

"Chi, if the magic of fire is not good, now use another magic..."

"- No, unfortunately, it's about time you ran out of breath."

"What?"

"It's time for the interval. Let's go with Thinking Time."

Civilians suddenly take an indefensible position by making an unclear statement when they wonder if they have flaunted their shoulders greatly. He starts to relax by turning his shoulders and relaxing his neck to loosen his hardened muscles. In the midst of battle, nevertheless.

"Are you an idiot? Do that in the middle of a game, etc. -"

This point, however, is not audible to the civilian population, and I do not intend to intervene at all.

I am even more outraged at the way that I licked it and exercise my magic.

- Thunder! Or! Or, all of us... "

But for some reason, the spell doesn't come out of my mouth.

"Or... or..."

Your breath rises and your throat trembles. At the same time, an unexplained cold sweat seeps out of the whole body, causing severe palpitations. I didn't spin a word, a spell, any more. My voice, it didn't come out.

- My brain is refusing to chant. Words like that cross the back of my brain.

"Ha, ha..."

Turning to the civilian with his breath out, there was a shuddering face that seeped emotions similar to disappointment. That's like looking down at yourself as if you knew this would happen beforehand, and you couldn't anticipate it.

Civilians then turn their gaze as if scholars would observe even in research subjects,

"Do it, I knew the theory, but honestly you've never seen it before"

"What... but?

"You, you better stop the impossible continuous exercise of magic. You seem to be just impotent because you have more capacity until that happens than any other human being, but you're not even powerful enough to function as a radiator or water pump, so that's how you end up overheating."

"Well, that's why I didn't know what you meant earlier!

"Maju... If you're a wizard, you can tell by nuance"

That's what I'm saying. A civilian man trumpeting these words. It couldn't be. No more exposing a civilian opponent to such an unusual appearance, etc.

"I'm noble! He's special!? This is supposed to happen... you, another soothing move..."

When asked to clog, the civilian man sighs loudly - deepening his grin at what he thought of the pretense. It's nothing more than a snotty laugh on the nose and a creepy laugh that brings the blackness together.

"Fuck, yeah. No, you can't, can you?

"You, still..."

Were you doing something? When this one peeled his eyes at the accusations, the civilian man invincibly shrugged his jaw.

"Look, take a look there, okay?

And my fingers get played properly. And the thumb that was bounced off my index finger, there was...

"What..."

Above the stage, the voice of the imperial aristocrat - the one who becomes Berdan Dostov Zegent - echoes.

As a result, Burdan accidentally looked at the place where Shuiming hinted at her fingers.

But naturally, it's part of a stage where there's no such thing as a philosophy.

"Nothing then... Ha!? No way!"

"You fool!!

I notice the meaning of the suggestion and turn around, but it was already too late. While Burdan was turning into a pathetic clown, Shuiming was imminent in front of him.

Trinity II and Fermenia, on the other hand, were watching it,

"Shui Mingye, no matter how much it is, it's not..."

"Lord Swimei..."

Two dismayed voices echo.

Yes, the tactics taken by Shuiming are called, "It's UFO!!" or "Pigs are flying! It's such a sneaky trick that it appears in comic books from time to time. The success rate is unusually low, which is exactly the kind of tactic that can be described as a fossil, but because of Shuiming's previous battle gestures and performances, Burdan was daringly conspired against.

And that rain of fists pouring down on Burdan. Shuiming punched her fist into several steeples in the center of her body, and lastly, she hung herself under her chin and lifted her monkey arm (hiji).

Burdan, who noticed the thought of Shuiming, but had no way of making it, fell.

"Oh... here, in such a classic hand..."

"The guy who took it is bad. I mean, you don't have a good grasp of your surroundings. That's the level where you have to start all over again from the basics. Idiots who say they lick people too much for anything."

Before the curse of Shuiming, Burdan fell and fell.

In the end it was an interesting and indescribable battle, but whatever.

"If I'd just put that up, I wouldn't have thought of it."

The arrogance, and the painful irony of the blunt hemp of thought that uplifted him, naturally didn't sound like Burdan.

Continuous exercise beyond tolerance, causing a magical shortness of breath, his head floating in heat. In such a situation, it would be impossible for those who do not create gaps. From the outset, he seemed to insult his understated opponents, but this is the proof left that it is easy for those without such imagination to do so. The more power differences you have with your opponent, the wider the blanks you create when your contempt for them peaks.

Hence this shortness of breath. It can be said that Graziella's failure is too low, unlike when it was previously embedded in a magic melting (magic melt) phenomenon.

The constant and continuous exercise of magic, in itself, is by no means strange. It adds the condition that you have to grasp entropy, but it's a technology that is necessary enough to say it's mandatory in a way for the other world, and it's something that everyone is doing. But the wizards of this world don't have a magic furnace. Therefore, we cannot turn excess heat or magic into steam and dissipate it, and oh so we have shortness of breath.

What causes this defeat is blindness or narrow vision?

- It's the same way that people can't see the whole earth with their eyes. The smaller its essence, the less it will be able to capture what is in front of it. If it depends on the qualities of what it observes, even if it wasn't a big one, wouldn't that be the same thing?

As Shuiming thought about that, he stepped off the stage and listened to Trinity and the others,

"Hey Tia. The Battle of Shuiming is on the same level as the battle just now..."

"Did I lose to a man who would do that...... I can't forgive"

"Suimei. This is a case of preaching."

Trinity remained frightened, Titania burned an aura of anger against Mizumi and was willing to preach until Refile.

"Yep..."

WWIII, Mizuming's decision-makers are deceitful.

Shortly after all the games, a painting of the position.

"There has to be something like this..."

I guess he didn't even think as much as Dew, such as the defeat of Twelve Youjie. Gorgan, who saw all the games in the corner of the position, was grunting the same thing over and over again in a grim manner.

In him, all the Twelve Yukies chosen were supposed to beat their opponents. In case there was a chance that Earls would lose to Liliana, then I thought Slain and Burdan would surely take the win.

But how does it end? Twelve Youjie's newcomers and veterans were defeated with all their alignments. Plus, the last two are in too unusual a way to lose.

As the head of Twelve Youjie, it was not at all convincing. But before that, the shock of defeat was too strong to even think about Gorgan right now.

With a gaze, a renate appears in his presence who could not even organize his head, following the side.

It's Gorgan.

"Lai, His Royal Highness Prince Renate..."

Even as he was shaking his head by defeat, he remained intelligent enough to thank those in sight, and Gogan rushes to his knees. Renate then takes the confirmation with a mouthful that tells his men to stay put.

"The game is over. Now you're not complaining?

" ha. I am truly sorry that the twelve Yukie and the others have shown such an ugly battle."

"I don't have a choice. All this fighting was against the wrong people."

"But in such a sighing battle, Twelve Youjie will be taken by the hand, etc... Even if the Battle of Earls is still good, this has also wounded the pride of a flourishing Imperial Army. I feel I have to take some responsibility."

"Responsibility."

"Ha!"

Blame. That was, Gorgan's bitter meat hand. The point is, even if it's death. If Twelve Youjie is to take responsibility here, there is room for the opponents to take some responsibility as well. The battle between Earls and Liliana was so silent, but the other two games are something that you have to question the attitude of the opponent you're fighting.

Instead of taking responsibility, pass the protest. That way, the scratches of the Twelve Youjie will be somewhat mitigated because it is not a complete defeat. If my sympathy goes out loud, I'm all hail.

Therefore, Gorgan bowed his head deeply to please accept. But is Renate aware of the thought or not? He shook his head with a slightly softer voice.

"It's Gorgan. This game is touched around by the fact that it's an easy match for those around us. There is no such thing as responsibility. So there's no need to blame me."

"But..."

It was then that Gorgan devoured even more that he should not be made aye here.

- Then you should refrain from offering any tricks in the future.

It was Graziella who came from behind with a magnificent speech.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Graziella..."

"Oh, my God, put on a rugged face. Disgruntled?"

"Nonetheless. This one time, it is not the sole responsibility of those who fought. We owe it to the prestige of all twelve Yuji, and therefore to you, one of the twelve Yuji."

"But keep that in mind. What kind of mouth is that? Are you going to shallow the wounds by adding some difficulty to their battle anyway? That's what I'm looking for."

To Graziella laughing with her nose, Gorgan can't say back and pushes silently. Then, Graziella put a laugh on her nose, turning to a serious face,

"... well, whatever the child of thoughts is, I also intend to understand repeatedly that I was worried about the current state of the Empire. If the Allies are unwilling to ride, XII Yujie is active here again, we can show the strength of the Empire internally and externally."

"If His Royal Highness also understands..."

"Gorgan, would your brother have said that earlier? It was bad for him. Be patient with that this time."

Even if Graziella is embarrassed, Gorgan doesn't seem convinced. That's because I'm proud to have acted as a wizard for a long time. The expression was stiff, but the dull, shining light of his eyes complained that he was not good at it.

Graziella, reading the finesse of Gogan's heart, sighs one and then opens her mouth.

"You saw that, too. Liliana has already been freed from dark magic and has become a powerful user. Those who named themselves Io Kuzami on stage played a part in the defeat of demonic generals in the Autonomous Province. What are we going to do with these people if they don't feel comfortable?

"But that last man I fought. That man is too ridiculous."

"Did that look like a joke to you?

"You just look like you're waving that battle and messing with your opponent"

"... Hmm. Did he look that way, too, my brother?

When Graziella asked in awe, Renate showed a slightly sinister color on her expression,

"Right. Whatever the truth, I can't say from the side that it was a battle that lacked integrity. Lyla, didn't that look like you?

"Again, if you don't know it, it seems to make a big difference in how you look at it. Especially once you're fighting, you feel something bottomless about that guy's tactics and magic tricks. well, the last array is out of the question."

Yes, it ended that way, but from Graziella's point of view, it was sufficiently conceivable that after breaking through Burdan's character, he fitted in during surgery. You can't just look at what was embedded before.

"Yet, Your Royal Highness. Where in the man is there something bottomless? You don't even know what to look at, do you?

"... for Christ's sake. I didn't know you didn't know that yet. That was a busy thing. That's the worst of them all, isn't it?

"The man?

"That's right. Plus, I'm kidding you about that fight, but if you give it back, it means that for that guy, that fight was a joke and enough to get through it. Since Burdan had originally come licking and rotting, I suppose there were times when the play went in there.... Right, is there anything to say back to Burdan's alarm?

" no"

Against the fall of Burdan, are you not willing to take refuge?

As Renate remembered something,

"Lyla, I hear you were overwhelmed when you fought the guest house before?

"Later on, I heard that when you fought me, you apparently bore so much depth that you were dying. It's a business venture."

Aren't you happy to beat the injured? Graziella's voice intersects dissatisfaction with unproductive thoughts.

"But when Yuji the Twelve is lightly defeated..."

Renate is not so highly regarded. There is a verse that I believe is the same as or less than Twelve Yukie.

Yes, Renate doesn't know. About that.

"Brother, the demonic attack on Astel was earlier, I believe you have previously reported."

"Oh, that one where nearly 10,000 demons and demons had been defeated. What's wrong with that?

"... he said it was the man who did it"

To Graziella's mysterious attitude and words, Renate makes her expression rude.

"... stupid. Ten thousand demons, huh? No matter how strong you are, take it alone, etc."

"No way is His Highness Titania ever going to lie. Besides, Liliana Zandaik has given so much strength in this short period of time. I was wondering if it was enough evidence of strength."

"... I received a report that the guest house was not a brave man?

"Yeah. They say that's for sure. But there are many users in the other world who overwhelm the Demons."

"Is that true?

Graziella nods in a strange way at Renate's startling mix-up inquiry. Lennart on his ass, who sees it and ceases, Graziella turns to Gorgan,

"Gorgan. Don't even think about darkness on him, okay? If you use your hands like that, you won't be joking."

Gorgan could only snort at Graziella's words like that.

... On the other hand, the fact that Shuiming had been preached to Lefir (Jr.) and Titania was another untied story.