Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

The clouds were carried by the fast-paced westerly winds, and the clear skies had no shadow to see at any point.

Even in the afternoon hours when the sun is highest because the gray canopy is blocking the sun, the area is trapped in more and more gloom.

Do such dark signs imply something that is going to happen?

- Arcs, along with Seylan and the Kingsguards, were already off the battlefield.

The place is a street built to tear through the woods and woods on the eastern side of the plains, behind the Crusaders.

The roads are wide, well tamed and maintained, as large carriages and the like also pass during normal times. But because tall trees are depressed and lush on both sides of the street, and no other part of the road is being explored, it is still an illusion that the width of the road, which should be wide, is somewhat cramped...

The cloudy weather has also come, and from among the trees, the sooner the gloomy darkness seems to leak out, the darker the road.

As things stand, there are only ten horsemen and a minimum number of escorts.

For that matter, it has left many Kingsguards on the battlefield, thus allowing them to withdraw without fear for the outcome of the war.

The battle was originally won by the Crusaders, and all we need is the time it takes to win.

There is no chance of being overshadowed from here.

That's why I still don't know who this chest sign of deliberate anxiety is.

The formation of the line consists of three horsemen in front, two horsemen on both sides and five horsemen on the rear. At its center, it is a situation where you and Ceylan are running horses.

Fuji Seiran talks to me as I head to the formation I set up in the rear.

"Using the rest of the fakes reminds me of what I was asked to do one day... but I didn't expect to use it this way"

"Yes."

"Arcs. Do you think that impromptu tensioner could do a brilliant job of replacing the rest?

"I know it's possible. If no one else knew, His Highness would have stayed on the battlefield until the end."

"Hmm..."

…… With all due respect, does Your Highness have any concerns?

Secondly, I feel a shade in Seylan's voice, and I say such a question.

Drifting over the veil is such a sign of something bothering me.

But the answer was not returned immediately. Until now, I am under the impression that the answers are time-consuming for Ceylan, who has always returned clear answers.

Eventually,

"Arcs."

"What is it?

"Do you really think that decision was the right one?

"Is that about the retreat?

"That's right. Tell me what you think."

Seylan wants to hear it from someone else's mouth again?

If Ceylan has the same indifference and anxiety as he does, he might want to get rid of it.

"I am afraid, then... in the circumstances, I think His Highness's retreat is a tough hand. Polk Nadar's aim was also His Highness, and if the Empire were to aim, it would still have nothing but His Highness. If such plots are being made anywhere on the battlefield, pull Your Highness away from the battlefield and you will frustrate them beforehand."

"Can't you think that the empire's measures overshadow the defeat of the Nadar army?

"To change that situation, that's what you'll have to replenish the same number of soldiers as the Crusaders, and even if you were more and more so, the Empire has no reason to let you win Polk Nadar until then. Rather, it is considered a good idea to cut it off as soon as you become disadvantaged, because there is no doubt about your involvement."

"It seems so... I still think so. I think so..."

……

Ceylan leaks his words as he tells himself.

Surprised by such rhetoric, Seylan began to utter words in questioning.

"... the smell. I can't get rid of the smell."

"Odor, let's be?

"That's right. There was a strange smell on the battlefield, but it got stronger when I came here."

"Is that smell important?

"Uhm."

For some reason, Seylan seems to be bound by something called a smell, not a logical explanation.

But the smell is everywhere. Smells like dirt if you're outdoors, smells like grass flowers. Indoor, such as the smell of building materials and conditioning products. Naturally, on the battlefield, the smell of blood is mentioned first.

But Seylan's words don't touch those odors, and he can't possibly smell like that while away from the battlefield.

Ask to touch the core of words that imply something else.

"Your Highness, what the hell is that smell like?

"Cigars...... no, paper cigarettes"

"Paper cigarettes?

It can't even smell like that in a place like this. Naturally, no Kingsguard smokes paper during the battle, and no one should have brought it to the battlefield even if they had a smoking preference.

After all, there must be something.

I thought about it that way, that was then.

"- Saylan Crocellulod! Ready, whoa, whoa!

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All of a sudden what I heard was such a voice aimed at life. At the same time that it strikes from the right flank, someone emits a fierce outburst, jumping out of the trees with the horses.

The number is - not a single ride. V. Six horsemen have put it together and stormed it with the spear sticking forward.

"Of the Empire..."

"Said it was an ambush here!

"Eh, everyone! Protect Your Highness. - Gu!

The Kingsguards moved quickly against it, but naturally they couldn't have responded in time.

Though he himself and Seylan were spared from the assault by rushing their horses, the Kingsguard, who was defending the side of those whose raiders appeared, was dialed away by the assault properly.

"Your Highness! Stop!

"Damn, ever!?

Shortly after Seylan raised his voice like that and hung a stop on the horse, a cavalry appears from the gap between the trees in the front right and hangs this way blocked.

Naturally this one has to stop. As the horse hoarse choruses due to sudden braking, Kingsguard quickly pulls the horse over and enters the guard to protect Seylan.

... emerged from the woods was a cavalry force of more than twenty men.

Both humans and horses are heavily loaded, and all of them are wearing black armor. Armor is also black. Horses are also black. Armed also black. A pitch-black cavalry unit with everything stained in black.

In the meantime, there is a crest on the chest indicating that he is an Imperial soldier.

- Why the hell, in a place like this.

Words like that occupy my head.

The raider, the Imperial Cavalry, hit the flank of this line before another unit immediately blocked the forward path and even the rear exit.

I can only assume that this move, this one, was supposed to retreat.

I can't get the full picture of what this is about, but I didn't have time to think about that for long right now.

"Chi - spears falling down. Flash of intent to kill. Glittering gold. The fool crawls all over the earth, covered in coal, and a golden spear devotes himself before him. Discipline. Destroy. It was sent down from heaven and screamed!"

Seylan immediately casts his magic on an Imperial soldier's raid. Lightning soon flashes with the emission, but were the Imperial soldiers anticipating it, urging the horse to move quickly and scatter before magic activates. It dodges it brilliantly.

Good move. Too good. The way the horse moves is so exceptional that it cannot be compared to the movements of the Nadar army and so on that we have seen so far.

Is this the cavalry of the Empire?

"Your Highness! This is the Black Leopard Ride of the Empire! Stay alert - Gu Ha!?

An arrow penetrates the Kingsguard armor that prompted attention.

If you look, the cavalry at the rear of the unit stood one big crossbow.

"Eh... guys, don't worry about it! Protect yourself!

Ceylan screams and at the same time goes down from the horse he was on and hides himself in its shadow.

An arrow was released from the crossbow. A series of shots, like the rain of a beating, strikes the Kingsguards protecting Seylan, as well as himself.

Defense with spells - we can't make it.

"Damn, this... whoops!

Move the horse to avoid the unleashed arrows.

Most of the arrows were focused on Seylan and the Kingsguard, so they could be deflected, but still some hit the horse.

The equilibrium in the horse's leg is broken.

The sad hissing of the horse rises.

- My leg breaks. The moment I realized that, using that momentum, which the horse could crumble on, I jumped off the horse to roll. Za, za - and the sound of rubbing the ground over with shoes, and while I managed to kill momentum and land while I was caught in the smoke, now I get a distance between Seylan and me.

If you look, maybe some of the Kingsguards who turned to the guard are down.

Shortly afterwards, instructions flew among the Imperial Cavalry.

"- The Kingsguard first! Defeat the Kingsguard! You can use all the arrows!

The enemy moved quickly.

The remaining Kingsguards will be struck with their own arrows.

Although Kingsguard would pay for it in a madness of death, there were too many arrowballs flying by.

The remaining Kingsguards also fell one horse after another. Many have breath, but cannot move satisfactorily due to an injury caused by an arrow.

The groans you hear and the words that encourage Seylan to flee.

... Almost for a moment. In an instant, all the Kingsguards that were attached to the escort were defeated.

All that remained was myself and Ceylan.

Besides, this one has lost a horse, up to a distance from Ceylan.

The situation was worse than ever.

(Shit -)

Rip, and the sound of biting off your back teeth echoes into your skull.

In such a desperate state, a man like the commander of the Imperial Army steps forward and disembarks.

Sleek and sturdy, dressed in black armor, just like any other cavalry.

Around the age, probably, hung from the early to mid twenties.

It looks as plain as it is everywhere, though it looks like it could be buried when you're in a group.

Thin blue eyes are filled with strength, reminiscent of honest character.

The commander's man took off his helmet and, on the spot, performed an abbreviated but imperial courtesy.

"To His Royal Highness Prince Seylan Crocellulod, I am pleased for the first time. I am Dusseia Lubanca, a member of the Eastern Face Army of the British Empire. In the Eastern Army, he holds the rank of deputy general."

Did Ceylan remember that name?

"... I know. Just rode Dusseia. Originally, a man from a clan who was hostile to the Empire, but whose bravery was appreciated by the Emperor and given a high status within the Army... Right"

"I know it's an honor to be known to His Royal Highness the King."

To hear the mouth of Seylan, apparently a famous general.

But the fact that such a general waited in such a place, as if he had a clear aim, meant that the Empire had only narrowed its aim to Ceylan from the beginning.

The question is why the Empire was able to read through Seylan's retreat - but the Imperial Soldiers did not give us any respite to come up with that answer.

"Aim for the rest of your neck"

"Yeah. I'm afraid I'll take that neck - guys, never be alarmed! Hit him with horseback riding!

…………

"Ah, Your Highness!

As we raise our shouts, Seylan is surrounded by the cavalry.

And the black spear was not protruded simultaneously, and the surrounding air stood colored at once.

"- Ha, you thought such an attack could harm the rest of us, you bastards!

The outrage of the resounding Seylan.

It was right after Seylan shook off his Chinese-style sword. Rigid winds rush through the neighborhood and the Imperial Cavalry, which was trying to harm Ceylan exactly now, is blown wide with every horse.

"Nah -!?"

"What -!?"

As his surprise overlaps with that of Dusseia, Seylan flips to pay for the black hem and pierces the sword to the ground. A thunderbolt of lightning sounded, as well as a crackling of ground into the ground, causing a small sway of ground to roll around.

I can show Seylan standing in the grand front and roar aloud.

"What a relief! Crocellulode, the royal family is going to be a godson, Seylan! Find out that you can't scratch a single hair muscle with such an endless attack!

A voice of majesty runs through like a shocker while surrounding it.

In this situation of utter desperation, the appearance of a grand crusade of enemy soldiers had exactly the style of a king.

"Let go of your sword on this occasion..."

Did you see Seylan as an opportunity to stab a sword in the ground? One of the blown up Imperial soldiers strips away hostility toward Seylan.

As it were, I guess I'll try to attack you soon.

"Wait! Don't be alarmed!

Dusseia screams in haste, but the voice of its cessation was too slow.

"- The Seven Swords (swords) that invite you from heaven, descend. The sword shines and smashes its enemies with light flickering. Before the beating drums, the clouds of night light will be torn apart. Before the screaming arrows of heaven tremble, vanish both Kasumi and Kasumi. Confused, polluted, crossed, thunderous praiser's call on the other side, thunderous sword. Stay in this hand!

Even faster than the voice of Dusseia reaches, than the Imperial soldier is attacked, the spell of Seylan is completed.

Born by chanting [magic letters (arts glyphs)], it eventually turns into a glowing sphere with intermittent bouncing of lightning as it rotates with a blue color over the palm of Seylan's hand. When Seylan extends the hand bowed light sphere as if to squeeze the bow while still, the light sphere is fixed to the shape of the sword, accompanied by a sound that can be bounced off bacilli. Among other things, dust and dust, inspired by blue and white lightning, eventually begin to clutter into the air.

Blue-smelling irritating odor that can stand around. All I could hear was a tingling pain beginning to appear in the back of my throat due to the toxicity of ozone.

- [Thunder Sword].

With the completion of the magic, Seylan unleashes a thunderous sword (sword) from his hand.

Shortly afterwards, hot air, which reaches 30,000 degrees Celsius, creates shockwaves and blows everything away. The tip of the lightning bolt, which broke through the wall of air, scattered shocks like White Xia all around it, penetrating into the place Seylan had targeted. Lightning spread heavily around the perimeter as power penetrated the ground far beyond the earlier lightning strike.

Several people, including an imperial soldier who provoked hostility, are caught in the middle of that discharge.

Is the exclamation of the disconnected demon raised by man during death aside?

There is also no intermittent tremor caused by electric shock.

The Imperial soldier just shook once. At the end, he lay down on the ground.

Looking at it like that, Ceylan pulls through a sword pierced to the ground to eagle. Following the shock fired by the sword, the overwhelming revelation of power, but the imperial soldier's will is undiminished.

Moves to surround Seylan again.

Seylan also moves to intercept it.

(No, if you can see it. -)

Immediately after self-restraint like awareness is born in my mind, I run out to go in for cover.

I kick on the ground and try to rush to Ceylan... but the Imperial soldiers stood there.

"The kid! Get out of my way!

"Ku......!

Black spear to be wielded.

Coming from the front, he takes it by putting his sword to sleep, but he's blown away a lot because of the punch that made him say things.

As he rolls and pokes his knee, an imperial soldier spears at him to get rid of himself.

Moves fast. One day a mercenary head or something so handsome that it can't be compared.

Even the shortest spell won't make it.

The sword has been removed.

I'm not in a position to avoid it.

"That's it for you too!!

Those words, which mark the end, are covered from the top.

End.

Imperial soldiers did say that.

He said it was over.

And now this life is a curtain.

(............... that's it?

At the time of death, it is such a question that sprang up on the sieve.

I was wondering if I could die here.

I was wondering if I could end up here.

Learn magic.

Build a magic meter.

Announce it in front of the National Magic Instructors.

Now I even came to see Prince Seylan.

Haven't you just begun your life?

You're supposed to step further and grab a better raw to open up an unusual birth from now on.

When you're done here, isn't everything that you've worked so hard for, the expectations of those who supported you, all going to be bubbles of water?

Crave, Risha, Noah, Kazi, Charlotte, and Swoo.

I don't want to betray the thoughts of everyone who supported me.

I don't want to lose the thoughts of everyone who helped me.

Even my own thoughts, of course.

I can't do that, like, at the end of it.

So...

"Not yet... This is where it ends..."

From the bottom of my belly, I scream like that to squeeze it out.

We can't end this.

We can't die here.

So when I raised my voice in my heart, my body began to have a burning heat.