Egret

Same perspective.

Isabel and Abel, who were rushing to take Judas, who had fallen with Cristina, to the infirmary, were also reading the announcement.

“ ……! ”

My hands were less shaken with the Premier Paper.

Abel read the announcement and read it again. His expression, which he repeatedly read in hopes of being wrong, was utterly distorted.

“Lies, lies. ”

The announcement clearly stated his hometown, the Turkey Desert.

My head turned white, so I couldn't even look out.

Turkey Desert Tribe extermination reported.

‘Why? Is this our turkey? Maybe there's another Turkey desert? If it is annihilated, all will die..... ’

Abel rests down and curls up with his legs loosened.

As he fell, he hit his head heavily on the waiting room chair armrests, but was not in the mood to feel the pain.

I spilled blood from the head that hit me.

“Hey, you're hurt! Are you okay?”

Due to Judas' poor condition, Lina, who was busy helping the therapist carry the medicine, finds him and approaches him.

I wiped the blood with a warm towel, but soon the blood flowed down the face line again.

“Ah... ah. ”

Abel couldn't believe it.

I thought I would never admit it until I saw it with my own eyes.

The faces of the families and tribal peoples clearly came to mind.

“Hey…… Does it hurt a lot? First of all, my healing. ”

It was a moment when Lina, worryingly wounded, tried to wrap Abel's hand around her to deliver healing power.

Pac!

“ ……! ”

Abel pushed Lina and stood up.

Abel, staring at Lina, who had fallen astonished, stumbled out of the nursery within minutes.

The Premier Paper was still falling like snow outside.

In addition to the festive atmosphere, Lubach was completely uplifted by the story of the commander.

For someone else, it was a simple misfortune.

It was worrying on the outside, but full of curiosity and interest in the emergence of new evil.

“Awesome. They froze the entire desert. ”

“That's ridiculous! Isn't it hot in the desert? ”

“You must have heard the sound of General. He's a commander. He's a monster that robs people of life and souls. ”

Abel, who was walking with his students shouting, slowly closed his ears.

“…… No, hey. That can't be... ”

…….

A spirit that responded to his anxious spirit gradually began to form a body.

But Abel was so anxious that he didn't even realize it.

He muttered constantly with his ears closed.

“It's a lie. It can't be. Turkey, that way, everyone. ”

Following murmuring, the body of the spirit grew in size.

Whoo-hoo.

Similar noise has been emitted by hundreds of spectators.

The spirit Abel summoned did not have a distinct shape, but was emitting a blazing smoke like a campfire pouring water.

At first, the smoke, which was as faint as the morning fog, gradually became black.

It was because the Spirit began to be sensitive to Abel's feelings as a patient.

“Eh? Isn't that him, Abel? ”

At the same time, the students who were passing by recognized him and gathered.

“What are you doing sitting in the middle of the street? Where does it hurt?”

“What do you know? I feel bad.”

An incompetent person who has entered into a specialization in spirituality and has not contracted with the Spirit.

There were no students who liked him because of his poor grades and his grim personality.

The students passed by, even though his condition did not look good.

I wasn't even close, but it was because I didn't want to get mixed up in the troubles.

So Abel was slowly isolated between the scattering paper and the crowd that was enthusiastic about him.

Then, after reading the announcement, Edan and Baikal, who were on their way to Judas with a serious face, also found him.

Edan, who recognizes Abel, narrows his glabella slightly.

“…… the author. ”

“Do you know him? I don't think he's feeling well. ”

Baikal hesitated and approached.

It was because Abel seemed to be trembling with his ears closed.

“Hey, are you okay? ”

“ ……. ”

I can't get tired of the whiteness, so now I turn around scratching my head, looking at Abel, whose blood color is getting bluer.

“My eyes are completely numb. Please don't just watch that and help me raise it. ”

“…… Is it really that spacious? ”

“Thanks to someone you're stalking, I've enlarged the plains. ”

Baikal shrugs.

It was originally a bicycle that used to hang out with other students, but it wasn't as generous to anyone who didn't have anything to look at or to attract.

Rather, if he scored below average or had a pathetic attitude, he was petty and ridiculed.

It was the White Crown that made him flip an axis of thought.

Man cannot be judged only on the outside. Everyone has a chance to develop, and a chance to change.

Judas made Baikal realize that and embarrassed himself.

‘If it wasn't for him, I would have done the same now. ’

It was clear that if it had been like before, I would not have thought of helping Abel.

Baikal, like other students who pretended not to know now, might have frowned and blamed.

I felt so ashamed that I came naturally.

It was the moment when Baikal, who had his tongue bent towards himself and no one else, laid down his bag to support Abel.

Although invisible to their eyes, the spirit that was formed by the new black smoke finally roared with a frightening glow.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─!

Ugh.

Jean Grande.

In an instant, the teacher's window, which was hanging around him, was simultaneously broken.

It wasn't just the windows. There was a single scream among the students who were wandering around in a sudden situation.

“…… What is it? ”

“Stay away from him! ”

Edan shouts decisively at Baikal, staring at the broken piece of glass.

Spirits who were called to size as horseshoes began to materialize in a certain way.

Baikal was still stubborn with a dubious face and twisted his ear, raising Abel to look down at the ground.

“What? Why all of a sudden. ”

“…… Back! ”

“What?”

Edan pulls out his sword with a stiff face and shouts out a short shout.

Seeing a not so urgent attitude, Baikal slowly turns his head to an ominous feeling.

Whoops.

The honeycomb shadow covered his head.

Baikal smiles with a soulless look that makes her lose her sense of reality.

“…… What a jerk. ”

Gurgh ―

The spirit that Abel summoned was originally colourless and almost intangible.

It does not belong to the 4 attributes of the natural world and is special, making it more sensitive to the spirit of the sorcerer.

Doppler gangs, or Autoscopy.

This spirit, a material system ‘mirror' attribute, had the ability to replicate whatever it was.

The spirit, which was flowing like a freshly made beeswax, gradually hardened into a distinct shape.

The target that the Spirit copied was the Baikal right in front of it. A perfectly reproduced spirit, from his dark hair to Lubach's uniform, pushed his face in front of his nose.

Seacock.

“ ……! ”

Even smiling faces looked the same as twins.

Facing his smiling face in front of his nose, Baikal felt a creepy aura on his back.

The other spirit, who saw Baikal, slowly raised both hands.

Whoops.

Baikal, who noticed the magical power gathering in his palm, shook his dry lips.

“...... even replicated the magic I use? ”

I didn't really reveal it, but the school that Baikal was after was mainly magic.

Casting time was needed to use magic.

This is because the caster has to gather magic power and rearrange it according to a pre-memorized wizard.

When the arrangement is complete, a magic trigger is accomplished by shouting the starter language.

Because of the magic he learned, Baikal's expression stiffened after recognizing the form of the magical group in which magic is arranged.

“Fire Magic Flame Strike!" Damn it, stop! ”

Magic stops when the magician is disturbed enough to break during casting.

Knowing that, Baikal swings his fist towards one spirit.

Khh!

“ ……!? ”

The same blow came back when I hit a glass surface, not a human skin.

In the wind, Baikal squeezes his fist.

At that moment, the Spirit recited the starter language.

“Flame Strike. ”

The columns of fire soared with a whiff of thunder.

The flame that darkened Baikal's standing position left a small fire and disappeared with all its magic.

With the help of Edan, Baikal, who avoided the hot heat with his barefoot car, stood up in a cool position.

Abel was on the floor with the explosion. Oddly enough, he was not harmed at all.

“What the hell, that monster! ”

“He's a psychic. That must be the spirit he summoned. ”

I didn't really ask, but Ethan, who had guessed the roughly returning situation, lowered his mind to Abel, who hesitated.

Baikal looks back at him with a ridiculous face.

“Spirit? No, then why are you attacking us?! ”

“…… It seems that he doesn't even have the power to control his spirit. ”

It was as Ethan had said.

Now, that Mirror Spirit wasn't moving according to Abel's will. Abel's emotions are sensitive to the spirit. That was despair, anger and grief.

This was a phenomenon that could occur if a magician consumed more mental power than his limits, in short, a runaway spirit that lost control.

And the longer this storm lasted, the more the spirit of the sorcerer, Abel, was broken and could go mad together.

Until that fact, Edan stared at the Spirit with his sword calmly drawn.

There may have been a riot, so the guards would have run, but for now, I couldn't let the spirit rush like this.

Edan takes a step forward, straightening his sword.

…….

A spiritual figure of Baikal perceives Ethan's approach and stares at him.

And within a few minutes, I changed my appearance.

“...... Is he capable of ‘cloning’? That's a bad smell I've never heard of. ”

This time, the other spirit, who had seen Edan the same way, revealed its black energy and laughed.

Abel, who had summoned the Spirit, was blindfolded and deaf, unaware of what was happening.

The Spirit raises a sword like Edan and aims at him.

As if looking in the mirror and pointing a sword, the two Edans stood in the same position with no error of a tooth towards each other.

Blame it!

And at the same time he rushed to the ground.

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Igrett is a post that I love fantasy. Rather than wishing for something... Heh, it's self-sufficiency to write a story in my imagination.

Just because you get more attention than you think, sometimes violent accusations come in. At that time, I get quite energized... But I have to push myself to think of this as part of carrots and whips! I just hope that the next piece will have a more nurturing experience. Heh.

Just, uh...

I hope the readers who read my article enjoy it for a little while.

That's my only wish.

The protagonist's name comes from two words: egret and regret.... baseball (not Niddah)

So I'll see you tomorrow at this time.

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