It was about the arrow tip I looked back to go back to the 'Busy at the docks' pavilion.

A man with long hair appeared like a martial artist from the corner right next to him.

The guy pulled out his sword with an even effortless motion, like saying "hey" to a familiar face. The blade is swung down.

It was too abrupt.

My brain is aware of the danger, but my body didn't follow me.

If I had stayed like this, I might have lost my life without a scratch.

What didn't happen?

(Princess, give in!

Thanks to Valf, who was hiding nearby as an escort.

He was confronted by a passing demon with a flaming sword.

- The memories from up here are so clear that I'm confused myself. It would be because of the increased concentration to the extreme at the stake of life.

Passengers weren't so surprised by the emergence of Valf.

He flat out showed them even yellow and dirty teeth.

The sword and the sword collided - an incredible thing happened.

Valf's burning blade was frozen making a noise.

The passing sword was as transparent as it had been cut out of the ice column. It's not normal. Probably a magic sword.

But how much magic is being cast to beat the Flaming Sword?

Valf's decision was quick. I was letting go of my sword right away.

Still it was too late.

The freeze spread from the tip, which was slightly touching the pattern.

Walf rolling with ice marinated from neck to bottom.

By the way, the Passenger was holding the sword only with his right hand.

The empty left hand was raised at face height, but twice he repeatedly opened his hand and closed it.

This kind of pulseless behavior is often the key to magic activation, and you were actually right.

Three more spears emerge, edged by light in the void.

That cutting-edge is - me.

Valf is immobile, and neither Cagero nor Cactus are here.

No doll other than them was brought to the margaroids.

I'm no longer the only one who can protect myself, but I didn't do anything so far.

He was wearing black lace gloves while taking every possible distance, a confident piece that has been improving for a little over two years. It braids the protection of multiple spirits, so that if it is a general magical impersonation, it can be done with one of these.

We decide to simultaneously deploy the magic barrier of each attribute to receive the spear.

It can only be produced in front of you at the limits of your performance, but if you overlap thirty sheets, it won't be broken first. It's okay if something happens. The piece I'm wearing is special, I won't take a crack in the armor there.

I set myself up to activate magic.

- But from the person, he seemed frightened and limp by the signs of imminent death.

"Dangerous!

Jumping out of the fleeing crowd was a red-haired young man who had spoken out a while back. How did you get here? Were you following me?

No way. It just took a coincidence.

More important than that, he was running in to cover me, and the position was outside the magic barrier.

I couldn't do anything about it.

"... Gu"

Light spears pierce thin leather armor.

The spear appeared about half way out of its back and disappeared.

The red-haired young man fell on his back. There's a big hole in my chest. Red and black stains flicker on the ground......

I didn't have time to be frightened or raise my voice.

There were two machetes approaching.

I was going to scratch it with one hair, but it was too late.

Sharp and hot sensation on left arm.

It was cut.

Red blood appeared or became stingy and fell.

There was no pain. Maybe it was because my nerves were high.

Passover had a niggly nasty grin on his dry skin like a dead tree.

"You're getting a lot of good clothes on.

I was going to tail him, but I didn't think he'd let his fat muscles slip away.

Doesn't seem like a glimmer. "

In fact, the first blow was supposed to be deep across my back.

That did not happen, for one thing, thanks to the wind spirits who lived in the piece.

"This is also a request.

I don't have any grudges against you... but no, I don't think so.

I'm looking forward to seeing what Feria will look like. Kuk. "

Whenever the passageway overlapped words, it was felt that magic gathered in my left hand, which was not gripping anything. Apparently, he's trying to produce the light spear again just now.

There are many things about magic, some that require chanting, some that just remind you.

There are some types of people who practice magic with their voices. I don't care what you talk about, chat or anything. This would be what the Passenger uses.

"I have obtained acquiescence from the Margaroid royal family about your murder. The Knights of the Peace will not come.

- Be prepared, doll princess. "

If the target is only a sword, I can manage to squeeze it.

Even the other side is trying to use magic because they know it.

It's a little too difficult to sweep through the slaughter while expanding the barrier.

Cajero has already called, but there is no guarantee that I will be alive until we arrive.

It was a critical situation.

Nevertheless.

Even though people are killed in front of me and wounded themselves.

How can you be so calm?

It's like my heart is made of iron walls.

Passepartout manipulating both swords and spears. Apparently, he has a grudge against Mr. Feria.

Is it the fourth fiancée that just came out of the story? You resent what you've been duped for after doing whatever you want?

I could even afford to deduce that.

Would it have granted the piece even mental enhancement?

I don't remember. Well, we'll talk about the details later.

I need to buy you some time.

And I had already come up with the means.

While the Passenger was knitting his magic as he talked about it, I was getting ready myself.

It's like a bending arts, but I can definitely stop the other guy from moving.

If it works, you may be able to disable or take the magic sword.

It's well worth it.

After all, the last thing you can count on is your skill.

"As I hear rumors, it's a long way from being a child.

Why don't you give me a frightened look? "

"I don't know, I don't have the same love for the lower house."

It becomes a strong way of saying it.

Taga of restraint tends to loosen when using unique magic.

The expression, perhaps, has become a terribly abusive one, too.

... Time to talk about what you're going to do.

For example, my neck pendant.

Although we live here in the Water Spirit, it's just an application of puppet magic as a way. It's a combination of alchemy.

If it's supposed to be, we need to get ready for the Magic Yarn, the Magic Formation, the Alchemy Furnace.

But here is the best offering I can omit most of it.

The operator's own blood that was unintentionally flushed.

Besides, in my case, the Wizard's lineage, which has been around for a long time, its magical concentration is not a normal human ratio.

Right now, the Passenger Sword is wet in my blood.

I've already done the chanting in my heart, too.

Conditions were in place.

All you have to do is just say some words with your will.

"You praised my clothes earlier, but that sword is lovely, too.

Transparent, clean.

- So, that, please. "

Moments.

Even though it was midsummer and I hadn't even shaded, the cold wind blew through me badly.

The frenzy of the people fit in perfectly, and the silence was coming until they lied.

Something severe and disastrous filled me with crushing everything.

Spirit.

I lead "it" in search of the body to be headed.

Passover sword.

Though it looks like it has a great deal of magic on it, fortunately, it was pretty worn out when it met with Valf's sword.

The Spirit immediately made the sword his own.

"Hey, what...!

There's no point in confusing the passersby.

Now his body was moving out on its own.

The left hand, which was being raised for magic activation, is holding the sword with his right hand.

The blade was pointed at his own neck.

This Spirit seems to be of such a high character that he had easily placed the body of the Passover under his control. I'm glad it's out of the math.

"No, don't kill me. Because I'll give it to Cajero and ask him a lot of questions.

Let him stand at Sumiko for now. "

Kokoku and Passenger nod.

The will of the person is irrevocable.

He stretched his pins and spine by the entrance to the "Busy at the docks" pavilion and took an upright immobile position.

Well.

One problem was cleared up.

But it's not over yet.

Red-haired young man who shot me in the cover.

I didn't want to let you die like this.

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