Chloe, watching the game in the waiting room, understood Fiona's smile more than anyone.

(I always felt painful ...)

Chloe is about to cry just by thinking.

I want to do something.

Helpless.

I can't do anything.

The senior is playing in Wembley now.

The final of the national magic tournament. He is trying to fight against the strongest player of the generation, Emperor Feuerbach.

I couldn't keep my tears.

Drops of water run off, independent of Chloe's will, creating spots on the floor.

The tears increase in the appearance of the three people who stagger and stand up.

When he realized, he was praying with his hands together.

I could not help but pray.

(Go for it, Arvis ...)

A freshman ace who led the team so far.

(Go for it, Eve ...)

Cool and emotionless. However, a small junior who is more reliable than anyone in the field.

(Go for it ... Go for it, Senior Fiona ...!)

And my favorite senior who saved me who was not well involved with others.

God? Let me play without regrets.

Please, please ...

Chloe prays.

The closed eyelids are soaked with drops of water.

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The first-year ace of Granvaria appeared before Owen about an hour and thirty-six minutes into the game.

My body is full of wounds.

Full wound.

Already standing already seems to be in a state.

But even before that, Owen never distracted him.

A lie that is as close as possible to the truth The extraordinary sense and magical knowledge of Owen's ingenuity, "" but its overwhelming talent does not work for unexplored magic.

An enemy who uses magic beyond his own understanding for the first time.

Owen Kingsbury has the greatest vigilance against him.

He also knows how to take advantage of this unexpected strategy.

Owen also knew that Fiona Ried and Yves Wallenstein were hiding in the rubble just behind him.

(… There ’s something)

So Owen doesn't move.

Medium distance with absolute confidence.

In order to limit high-speed movements, the vacant fields around the hills were intentionally made uneven to make it difficult to drive.

The situation is completely advantageous here.

(Let's get out. Unexplored magician)

Owen stares at the freshman ace in front of him.

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For Eve Wallenstein, the days I have fought so far have a special meaning.

I was alone and went to the tournament with my friends.

They are fighting together in a team circle.

There was no one to keep away or scared.

On the contrary, everyone was pleased and relied on Eve's magic.

(I didn't know that fighting together was so comfortable)

So Eve regrets the end of the tournament.

I really want to fight more with this team.

But that won't come true, so let's leave this one the best you can.

The body is already beyond its limits.

The magic that can be released easily is usually difficult for me nowadays.

Still, Eve does not give up.

Believe in yourself.

Believe in the tremendous amount of practice that has accumulated more than anyone.

Release the last magic of this tournament of the whole body-

Freezing ""

It is a sign that the last play of this tournament will start.

In front of Irvis, a pile of rubble freezes in a straight line.

It's a flat, slippery ice path that stretches towards Owen

Fiona immediately shoots magic.

(This is the end ... I'll do everything ... !!)

Eleven bursts of spark ""

Fiona's last high school play

――I blew Arvis, who was right next to you, at a terrible speed.

(Friends !?)

Owen is upset for an unexpected moment.

Arvis is blown away by a blast and slides on the ice.

Activate magic while rebuilding your body.

Magic to accelerate time []

In Avis full of wounds, double speed is already the limit.

Nevertheless, the double speed of Arvis, which is blown off by the blast at high speed,

It's fast enough to be fatal to Owen.

(That sort of thing!)

Owen instantly fires intercept magic.

A noble and elegant cherry storm ""

The tactical start-up speed, which is far from normal, surpasses even the fastest attack created by the three.

Countless blades fly in the air like cherry blossom petals.

Severing and tearing down Arvis's body.

But there is-

Magic to erase time

--I was already in Arvis's room.

One second to be erased.

At the moment, a bullet-like fist was shooting through Owen's cheek.

The bodies of the two are tangled as they roll on the field with tremendous momentum, colliding with the back wall and becoming immobile.

Soaring smoke.

Everyone watching over breathes.

And their bodies disappeared from the field at the same time.

"simultaneous!?"

"Double knockout! Draw!"

The generals of both teams are knocked out at the same time.

A venue that is noisy in unexpected situations.

As the crowd of the big crowd drowned everything

Melia Evangelista says leaning forward.

There is a statement that the official magic rules are "No, Article 6." If the generals of both teams are defeated at the same time, the team with the most players remaining at the end of play will win. "" What won-''

"Mr. Granvaria wins"

Shortly after, the referee announced the victory of the Royal Granvaria.

In the middle of Wembleyfield, a crowd of 90,000 cheers to two of the hard-working winning teams.

(Well, lie ... did you win?)

Fiona stares at her with an incredible face.

I don't feel it.

I don't think it's real.

But, indeed, the big crowd in front of me was calling Fiona.

(This is that time ...)

that is--

It was exactly the same as the one I saw at that place on the day, the one I was looking for.

There is only one difference.

Fiona is now at the center as a player.

Various things passed my head.

I couldn't figure out what to do with the team, and my rice didn't go through my throat.

Desperately enduring tears that seemed to spill over the words of contempt I heard.

After losing to Lausanne, he cried in his room without being too nervous.

I realized my helplessness.

No matter how hard you try, you will probably not be rewarded.

There is no point in trying hard.

Yes, there are times when your eyes look dark-

But it was not useless.

Those days of suffering were not all useless.

When I noticed, tears were overflowing.

Hitomi's dam breaks down, and the drop sticks on her cheeks.

I'm trying to suppress it, but I can't.

(It was good ... really good ...)

Fiona collapses.

A quiet sob echoes.

I'm the captain, so I have to be firm.

Though I think so, the body never listens.

At that time, it was a small hand that stroked Fiona's head.

Fiona is surprised for a moment and then suddenly relaxes her expression.

(I'm an easy child, Eve)

I don't know which one is senior.

But Fiona was unable to stop her overflowing tears, contrary to her desire to stop crying.

(I'm glad I live. I'm glad ... really)

It was such a moment, where all the days of suffering were rewarded.

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