Mission No.4 Reunion (18)
“Hey, what the hell is this?”
“… What is it, uppgötva einstaka Mana.”
Fionair, who witnessed the dazzling blue sphere, did not blink his eyes, and stared at the magic he presumed to have created.
Zelena’s expression was oblivious to what was going on, but Ewald’s face was covered with a smile.
“A human who can’t use any 2nd class magic casts the first 3rd class magic she’s ever seen without magic reagents or materials?”
Ewald’s evil smile gradually increased in intensity.
“Such a crazy genius.”
“Ah yes? Yes? What is it?”
“What is it? It’s a 3rd class magic you made.”
“I-how can I use 3rd class magic…”
Ewald lightly slapped Fionir on the back of the head and flipped through the magic book on the desk.
Pioneer, with a dumbfounded expression, was staring blankly at the magic light he had created, but was once again beaten by Balt in the back of the head.
“Hey, this.”
“Ah yes?”
Ewald’s eyebrows gathered slightly.
“Wake. Block mana and read this.”
At that moment, with a pop, the magic created by Fiornier disappeared. However, Fionir’s gaze was already fixed on the magic book that Ewald had handed over.
And Ewald did not miss the strange smile that formed on Pionir’s lips.
That smile was the same excitement-filled smile that Ewald himself had made the day he first used magic.
* * *
“… Rahaf?”
“Felix?”
The yellow eyes on the black masturbation returned to Felix.
Those eyes were so terrifying, but Felix felt his heart calm down.
However, Rahaf’s eyes met Felix’s and then went down slightly.
“I can smell blood.”
“… A little hurt.”
Bending his upper body slightly, Felix stepped back.
However, Rahaf appeared in front of Felix in an instant and lightly squeezed Felix’s wrist wrapped around his stomach.
“La, Lahaf-nim.”
“Shut up.”
Rahaf’s hand grabbed Felix’s dresser.
At the same time, a strong smell of blood stung Rahaf’s nose. The fragrant smell of blood entered his sense of smell that far surpassed that of a human.
But Laharp quickly cut off Felix’s clothes with his fingernails and gave strength to his eyes.
It was dark and invisible, but Laharf clicked his tongue briefly and then raised his hand to Felix’s wound.
“Það er saumuð sár.”
As soon as Rahaf’s words fell, Felix’s wound, which was so wide open that his internal organs were barely visible, was bathed in light.
However, Felix’s wounds began to regenerate rapidly, without the coolness and mana movement unique to magic.
New flesh covered the flesh, and the torn tissue revived.
As new flesh sprouted from the fallen flesh, Rahaf removed his hand from Felix’s stomach.
“… I’m sorry, Rahaf. Such hard work for someone like me…”
“Will the owner feel comfortable if the dog dies?”
Rahaf, who gave the thorny words with a cold smile, took a step back from Felix. And Rahaf’s hand, which had risen gracefully, rested on Felix’s rough hair.
So Rahaf started stroking Felix’s head as gently as he would pet a dog.
“What am I supposed to do if I go around with so much effort?”
Rahaf’s soft smile, which is rarely seen, came to mind.
Even in a situation where anyone should be offended, Felix’s face was red with a subtle smile.
Felix involuntarily closed his eyes.
Something that made him cry welled up from the depths of his heart, but he wanted to feel the touch of La Harp as it is.
“But why…”
Rahaf’s eyes curved like half moons.
“Does it smell like Ewald’s magic?”
Felix’s closed eyes opened hastily.
Felix quickly averted his eyes and looked at his dangerous master, who fixed his eyes with indescribable bewitching in Felix’s eyes.
Felix’s face was hardened with determination. Her eyes weren’t afraid of Rahaf like before.
Like a dog waiting for its owner’s praise, Felix’s face was viscerally eager.
“I can find Mr. Ewald.”
“Hoo…”
Laharp’s hand, which had been stroking his hair, slowly came down to Felix’s cheek.
A cool, soft touch tickled Felix’s face. Felix’s expression slowly softened at that crushing feeling.
“Good job.”
“… Rahaf.”
Little by little, Felix’s voice began to rise.
“You did really well.”
By the time Felix’s throbbing energy increased,
“At las.”
An evil smile covered Rahaf’s face.
“I can kill Beelzedeus.”
* * *
“… I want crazy. Did you really make this?”
Ever since Ebalt heard that Shupea couldn’t use divine power, he made the most ridiculous expression.
Magic that reads mana patterns from a specific target.
Fionir, who created 5 class lesa ákveðna mynstur Mana in one go, couldn’t believe what kind of magic he had cast.
Of course, Ebalt couldn’t believe it either, but he couldn’t deny the magic orb spinning around him and emitting strange light.
I learned this much magic through writing.
That too jumps over the 4th class and goes straight to the 5th class.
Ewald’s face subtly changed.
‘Did you make this without magic reagents again?’
I had no idea what kind of expression to make.
However, the magic orb created by Pionir hovered around Ewald for a long time, as if carefully reading Ewald’s mana waves.
“Captain, could you hold on to that magic for a moment? Cut off mana…”
“Cast uppgötva einstaka Mana as it is.”
At the ridiculous request, Fionir almost lost the mana.
“… Yes?”
“Should I tell you twice?”
Making another mana while using one magic?
Impossible.
The thought of how different it was from being told to fly in the sky while swimming came to Pionir’s mind, but his eyes were on Ewald.
That’s what this guy does
Fionir nodded his head and drained a small amount of mana from his own mana core, plunging it into the enchantment revolving around Ebalt.
Then he quickly came up with the magic formula of uppgötva einstaka Mana.
“Uppgötva einstaka Mana.”
A blue orb appeared in front of Pionir’s eyes.
However, it was much smaller in size than the first uppgötva einstaka Mana.
“Combine.”
Who would order that the fundamentally delicate magic be shoved into it with such forceful determination?
However, Ewald, who recklessly uses magic itself in a coercive way, nodded with a face asking if it was natural.
Be as it is.
Fionir mixed the two magics with a pounding heart.
Mana ran into each other and began to grind.
Fionir was extremely nervous that the magic on either side would collapse for a moment, but Ewald stretched out his hand toward Zelena.
A small marble flew from Zelena.
Taking it lightly, Ewald passed the orb to Pionir.
“Put it in.”
I’m going to put it together, but this time I’m going to put it.
Even if I taught you how to knead the dough, I wouldn’t do this.
However, it is impossible for Ebalt, who cannot implement this magic, to teach anything.
Fionir nodded and swept the two fighting magics into a crystal.
Throughout the whole process, Pioneer never uttered a single word of complaint or doubt.
Instead, Balt completely escaped the frame of dealing with magic and collected the two magics as if he was stroking an object with his feathers.
A popping sound burst from the marbles.
Is it a failure?
Fionir’s face suddenly darkened.
However, Ewald, feeling that the mana had begun to entwine, threw out a smirk and placed his hand on the orb held by Pionir.
“Ákveða Mana.”
The mana around the marble stopped flowing.
Thanks to this, the two magics that were about to explode could no longer escape from the beads and rushed towards each other.
The two magics spewed out the mana allocated to each other and rotated fiercely, giving the illusion that two snakes were twisted and joined together.
At that turn, Pionir had a rather uneasy expression on his face, but Ewald’s smile grew wider and wider.
“Pionir.”
“Yes, yes, sir.”
“No matter how you look at it, you…”
Ewald, with a refreshing smile, patted Fionir on the shoulder.
“It’s like a verteidiger.”
* * *
“Oooooh!”
Just like when flying into the dukedom, Ewald, who flew through the sky carrying Zelena and Fiorinir, one on each arm, patted Peornir on the back as he began to vomit severely.
“… Can you ride Schheim because of you?”
“Ooooo!”
Too bad.
“Does Schheim cry more?”
“… Be sure to bring a water bottle with you when riding in Schheim.”
“Yes, yes, woowok!”
I can’t see Ebalt gave Pioneer a final pat on the back and put his hand into his bosom.
In the chilly early morning air of early spring, when the distant dawn gradually brightened, a small marble appeared, being pulled by Ewald’s hand.
Ewald looked back and forth between the marble and Fionir with a strange smile.
“Captain.”
“Oops!”
Pioneer, who had been vomiting pitifully, approached Ewald without a sound and surprised Ewald like that.
Fionir, who wiped his mouth with his sleeve, opened his mouth with a clear expression.
“What is a Pertideiger?”
“… Did you just show up with vomit in his mouth to ask about that?”
“Are you still buried?”
Ewald, who looked at Pionir with a strange look, responded quickly.
“Pertaidiger is a kind of meister.”
“Are you Meister?”
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“You must know that magic is divided into offensive magic and auxiliary magic.”
Ewald grinned and continued.
“Pertaidiger exerts extreme power in the secondary magic series.”
“… Yes?”
I can’t hear you
Ewald opened his mouth to Pionir with just that expression.
“Abandon one and look at the vertex of the other.”
“… Is that a pertadiger? It’s like…”
“Shouldn’t it be said that he abandoned attack magic by nature?”
Fionir’s expression quickly darkened.
However, Ewald tapped Pionir on the shoulder.
“There is no Pertai Digger in the world that specializes in offensive magic. Pertaidiggers are a race that can only use auxiliary magic.”
“… Are you good?”
“Is it good?”
Ewald answered Piornir’s question with an absurd smile.
“It’s a Pertaidige.”
Ewald’s gaze, filled with such sharpness and envy, flew to Pionir.
“A creator who can create new magic.”
For a moment, an expression as if he had been hit with a hammer appeared on Fiorir’s face.
“New… Magic?”
Ebalt vomited one thing he had been thinking about since the magic guild of the principality to Pionir.
“When this mission is over, you go to the dispatch.”
“… Dispatch?”
“If I just let you go, don’t mumble and go. I won’t do any damage.”
With those words, Ewald blew mana into the orb made by Pionir.
In an instant, a strange aura from the beads rushed to Ebalt’s eyes.
At the same time, the bright bluish light of dawn disappeared from Ewald’s field of view, and the whole yellow world unfolded.
Ewald was taken aback for a moment by the outline of the world, but Ewald had to smile when he noticed two auras shimmering in blue beyond his field of vision.
A wave of magic with his own wave intact was wriggling in the distance.
One is Dvahur, and the other is the magic token that sealed the cave of Cotru Nuvo.
The two are gathered in one place.
“Aha, did you steal it there?”
And Ewald’s mouth opened.
“I don’t know who you are.”
Ewald smiled wickedly, finally turning his doubts into certainty.
“If you want to stop us, you have to activate Dvahur to have a chance at least.”