"'Give my enemy a death embrace--Flame Princess!


　As soon as Miroslav unleashed his magic, a band of flames reminiscent of a woman's arm flashed through the air. They did not aim too hard and took advantage of the target, licking the enemy with furious fire.

　The enemy - the undead monster that suddenly appeared in the forest of Titis, the Black Corpse Demon (Arghoul).

　Among the immortal demons, they are known as an extremely troublesome species. Aside from their individual combat prowess, high-ranking necromancers love to use them.

　Miroslav glanced at his surroundings. This area would soon be approaching the depths, or in other words, still on the periphery. It was clearly unnatural for a large number of Black Corpse Demons (Al Ghul) to appear, even if the demonic beasts in the deep region were to attack in the aftermath of the Hydra's appearance.

　Speaking of unnatural, the same was true of the attack that took place without warning. The next thing I knew, Miroslav, Lunamaria, and the Holy Kingdom's advance team were completely surrounded. That they had fallen into someone's trap was clearer than the fire.

　Around them, just like Miroslav and the others, the advance team was fighting a fierce battle. It's a good thing that they're the best in the business, because they're able to cut down, slay, or purify the Black Ghosts that come to them and bring the unclean monsters back to the earth, but even if you add up Lunamaria and Miroslav, there's a limit to what they can do to prevent this from happening with less than ten people.

　If this is the case, we will eventually run out of strength. I'm not going to be able to get out of my own home, but I'm going to be able to get out of my own home," Miroslav thought.

　And there were others who thought exactly the same thing as Miroslav.


'Lord Magician,'


　The one who called out to me was one of the advance party who had been fighting near Miroslav. She was also the only female priestess.

　She had long flaxen hair, green eyes, and white porcelain skin. She seemed to be fifteen or sixteen at her age, but she might actually be much younger than that, just because of her mature appearance.

　His neat appearance is like a sculpture in the hands of a master craftsman, and even from the eyes of the same s*x, he can only be described as beautiful. Miroslav is also confident in his own appearance, but he has no desire to compete with this girl. The beauty that was too well-groomed was even somewhat inhuman. The hard light that sometimes runs across her green eyes reinforces this impression.

　However, the current girl, whose cheeks were bleeding from the ensuing battle, seemed much warmer as a human being than in normal times.

　Miroslav and Lunamaria have taken on the role of guiding the forest of Titis, and although it was a mature church knight who was introduced as the commander of the advance party, Miroslav guesses that this girl is the commander. The reason for this is that the priests and church knights around him often behave in a curt manner.

　The girl, without knowing what Miroslav has in mind, continues to speak with a tightened expression on her face.


''We'll concentrate our forces in the rear and get through the siege. You and the Sage Lord are at my side. We will be the spearhead of the spearhead and the lord, so please follow us so that we do not fall behind.


　And here the girl shrugged her shoulders apologetically, "I'm sorry.


''I'm sorry I got you both involved.

From what you've said, I'm guessing you have some idea who the attacker was.

''Yes. There are only a handful of beings that can use this many unclean demons.


　As soon as the girl said that, she thrust out her right hand towards the black corpse demon (argure) in front of her and let out a spirited cry. Then, not to mention the black corpse demon (Argoul), even the individual behind her was blown away by the agitation.

　The girl used a rudimentary sacred magic that was handled by the priests, whether they were the Hokage, the God of War, or the Earth Mother God. But blowing up multiple black corpse demons (Argurs) without concentration or scripture is difficult for even a priest-level cleric, let alone a priest, to do so.

　It was natural to have suspicions about who they were. And Miroslav didn't have any idea what he was.

　However, now was not the time to pry into the identity of the other party. I put a lid on the speculation that had flown through my brain and faced the crowd of Black Corpses (Al Ghul) once again. I had no intention of perishing at the hands of the undead in a place like this.

　The girl's plan to plow through the forest at the rear is in line with Miroslav's. The reason why Miroslav and the others were placed in the center of less danger is probably because it would be difficult for the troops to coordinate with each other if the two of them were to join the battle.

　A misalignment with the wizards could cause enormous damage to their allies. It was natural for the girl to be concerned.

　Even Miroslav has no intention of disagreeing with his opponent's decision, as he is not confident in his ability to coordinate well with those he just met yesterday.

　However, he was in a tight spot and had no intention of leaving everything to others. If it was just me, I wouldn't mind, but right now Miroslav is carrying the signboard of the 'Sword of Blood Smoke' on his back. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

　--It's not a good idea to have a good time, but it's a good idea to have a good time.


I understand that. However, we'll take the first hit. I'm not sure what to expect, but the master will scold me for simply running and hiding in the middle of a request.


　The girl seemed to be about to say something back to Miroslav's words, but when she saw the sorcerer's twin eyes, she sensed what was going on. She clenched her mouth and gave a curt nod.


"Please.


　Miroslav opens his mouth vigorously in response to the girl's answer.


"Luna!

Yes!


　In the breath of Aun, which is typical of former party members, Lunamaria holds her long bow.

　Immediately afterwards, the bowstring rang out in rapid succession and shot out one after another at the rushing black corpse demons (Argurs). Although it is difficult for bows and arrows to be effective against the immortal demons and the iron-hard Arghoul, Lunamaria had succeeded in delivering effective blows to the enemy by wrapping her arrows in the spirit of fire.

　The crowd that had been held back by Miroslav and Lunamaria until now was stopped by the fierce shooting.

　And so, while Lunamaria was stalling for time, Miroslav turned his attention to the direction of the retreat and began a new chant.


"'Little ones, red heretics, desire to stretch the wings of Zu Nan (and what).'


　It was the newly-acquired fire magic of the sixth circle.

　Originally, fire magic in the forest was forbidden. It could result in the surgeon being engulfed in fire, or even if not, it could lead to a large scale fire.

　Miroslav was aware of this, but he had no choice but to use it, even if it was forbidden, in the face of the uncounted black corpse demons (Argurs). This is not a situation where you can save your cards to get through.


''Flaming breath, brilliant wings, lotus petals dyed in crimson.


　The undead monster's distinctive sour smell has gone bad, and Miroslav's nostrils are being violated as he grabs the spell. Quickly, but with precision.

　The mana around him is gathering at an astonishing rate.


''Izaya kai kaikan, Akane no daimon. ''Iza-ya, fall, Nanban Hundred Beasts.''


　The power of magic is proportional to the quality and quantity of magic power (mana) collected. Originally, Miroslav excelled in this skill, which is why he was able to make a name for himself at such a young age.

　Today, Miroslav has further developed and honed his strengths. He even looked like a different person compared to six months ago.


''Scarlet wings, gorgeous. Its flap of wings is the study of descent--Vermilion Sparrow!''


　The positive magic of fire that was thus activated left the hands of the surgeon like countless small birds flapping their wings and rushed into the flock of black corpse demons (Al Ghul) with a clear flying sound.

　The number of flaming birds produced exceeded thirty. As soon as they crashed into the Black Demon, a strong impact and explosion hit the crowd of immortals. The swollen and raging fire turned the Black Corpse Demon (Al Ghul) into a fireball one after another.

　The moment a clear hole was made in one corner of the siege, a girl's command resounded out.


''Charge (Urt)!


　At the command, three church knights leapt into the midst of the enemy. They quickly enlarged the hole that Miroslav had made and invited the rest to follow.

　The girl, Miroslav and Lunamaria responded, followed by the priest and the rest of the church knights to protect their backs.

　The Black Corpse Demon (Al Ghul) tried to stop this movement, but the standing bursts of sacred magic blocked the movement. It was clear from this one thing that the people who made up the advance party, whether priests or church knights, were all high-ranking users.

　Thus, when it seemed that the group would succeed in escaping without further ado, at that moment.



''-- As I thought, a walker is the best way to stop them.



　A terribly grating voice made the eardrums of those present tremble.

　As soon as Miroslav heard the murmuring voice filled with a dripping malice, he stopped in his tracks. His instincts warned him that if he went any further, there would be no life.

　An intense chill and a bottomless cold air. The stench was unbearable, and my skin was churning.

　The next thing you know, "It" is standing right in front of Miroslav's eyes. A skull monster that covered its entire body with purple rags. It resembles a skeleton in appearance alone, but the density of magical power pouring out of the monster in front of you is greater than Miroslav's ten men combined.

　Such a monster couldn't possibly be a low-grade undead. Then what is it?

　The demon itself gave the answer - along with another fact.


"The Immortal King (Rich) Sharamon, I have come to you. Entrust me with your life, Pope Noah.