He can see through everything. That's what Viziest decided, but he wasn't worried about anything. The intelligence unit, which is made up of people who are prepared to separate themselves from the magician and who adore him, has many occasions where they have to die unnoticed.
　A single mission.
　It's a different kind of mission than the threats posed by demons, and one for which they must risk their lives. Only those who are prepared to do so disguise their existence and continue their espionage activities without being noticed.
　Some of the members of the group were not even recognized as mages. Some pose as ordinary citizens and have families. All of them conceal the fact that they all call espionage their profession.
　In that sense, only the Vizaists are probably well known. Even if its means and members never come to light.

'Have I slowed down a lot too?

　Blurting out in a muffled voice underneath his mask, Vizayst looks for his opponent's way out. Perhaps it is difficult to escape from the woman in front of him.
　She seems to be wounded, but there's no way to get out of it.
　Clearly there seems to be no difference in age between him and Ars, and at the same time, a swordsmanlike air similar to the Ars of the past.

(No, that's not it. That guy is overwhelming. And this guy has a knot of condescension from above.)

　Then there's still room to take advantage.

I guess we should get started. I've been keeping you waiting as well, so....

　Magic power thicker than the darkness of the night flowed down the scythe, making the magical formula of the blade emerge in a pale black color.

''Good. If it's like this, shall we annihilate [Cruel Scythe]?
Well, I'm sorry to say that I'm getting carried away, but you just can't please me.
He tells me.
You're not going to come up empty-handed, are you?
Lucky for you, I'm in the clear today. Securely, and in both arms...
Both arms.

　Huh, he narrowed his eyes and put a smile on his mouth.

　Viziest didn't immediately understand what he had just said. It is common sense to conceal weapons against the enemy. This is because there are cases where people can guess things like strains from weapons.
　Why are you committing the folly of deliberately giving unnecessary information to your opponent? In fact, it's hard to recognize an act that should be a folly as a folly.
　The horror of not being able to recognize a fatal mistake. I kind of figured that out.

(Funny, what did I say to him!)

　My thoughts are spinning normally. I even felt that the perception of the enemy itself was fading despite that.
　He glared at his opponent with a grin.

　What did you do!　The voice that said, "I'm not sure what to say. Because I already had a gut feeling that I had been blindsided by the experience.
　I'm in some kind of art.

(Then there's no way to unravel it without hitting him directly.)

　Having decided to do so, Viziest released his magic power at once. An intimidating storm.
　The sleeves from the elbows to the end of both club-like arms were blown off. Underneath was a thin arm guard like a glove that covered up to the elbows.
　A high-density vortex of wind took in the surrounding air as it covered both arms. The wind in both arms was like an abrasive machine, so much so that it obscured the faintly glowing magic formula.

　The robe was sucked in, but the girl announced indifferently.

Is it 【Directing Whirlwind (Cyclone Edge)】?
You've seen through it well. The Cyclone Edge is a cheap spell in itself, but it's easy to use when you hold it on your arms like this.

(Again ... why am I blabbering on to this guy!

Well, how does that work?
Well, you'll find out.

　Before his own mouth could open, Vizayst pulled his arms wide back. In fact, the load this magic forces on the user is large. The density of the wind in the arms is such that if you make a mistake in manipulating the magic, your arms will twist off.
　And control is dependent on arm strength, so the physical load is also large. But if you can do that, Viziest's ability to excel in the wind system will improve. In short, the process of composition can be simplified in part because the magic is always on standby to be activated.
　With a mage via AWR, it's a few tenths of a second faster to activate.

　Even just pulling on both arms with a gritty pull will cause the muscles to rise.
　Visaisto's arms crossed as they were thrust out as if they had been played.

　Two tornadoes running from the arms to the extension. It undulated in a spiral, heading towards its opponent, sucking in the foliage around it.
　They engulfed the wind around them, enlarging the wind vortex as they pulled the trees out of their roots and shredded them into shreds.
　The two tornadoes were all under Vizayst's control. This would be the biggest advantage. Instead of switching the process with sequential variables, he would forcefully change the trajectory by making it depend on muscle power. It was a tour de force.

　You can't track it, as you would expect, but you can still make adjustments if you take evasive action right before the attack.

　However, the opponent didn't show any pretense of avoiding it.
　I said earlier that I would annihilate them, but if I actually took action, that wouldn't be enough. In the unlikely event that the agent is caught and forced to confess....
　If they can't find a definitive fault against Morweld, Viziest will be treated as a criminal.
　In that sense, this battle would have to be called the worst.

　The wavering of Vizaisto's thoughts was not intended. Changing to the point of origin would include silencing or even killing the other person if they were found.
　Regardless of his decision to belly up in self-defense, Vizayst was lost in the last minute.

　The chasm between conscious and unconscious mixed. The magic he unleashed had the power to kill his opponent for sure.
　And before a decision could be made, a tornado headed at his opponent would swallow him up like a cross.

　If he avoided it, the Morwellian mansion behind him would not be left unscathed.

''--!

　The astonishment made Vizayst's expression tighten and sweat gently floats up his back.

'Oh, you're so sweet,'

　The sound of such a cool, petulant voice echoed through the rough grove.
　Just as it should have hit the tornado in an attempt to cross. But it actually crossed in front of it and split off to the left and right.
　On the ground, the marks that had been scraped off as if they had cracked in front of her, deeply scraping the ground and leaving behind.

''Te--''

　Viziest replies bitterly, analyzing the current situation.

(Prevented, no, it didn't feel like that. (That's right, the magic over here avoided me as if I'd been robbed of my orientation.)

　It's the most sensible thing to do. However, just before, the orientation was in Viziest's hands. Even if Ars was tuned in to use it as he used it, since it made him depend on his arm strength in the first place, he shouldn't be able to take away the magic's orientation.

''So I'm next.......!

　Immediately after turning the scythe, a blast from all directions made her slender body float softly.

''Don't feel bad. I'm not playing around.''

　The wind blowing from below rolled up the hood, exposing the girl's face. Visaisto is inwardly surprised at the young age of the girl, but dismisses it with an iron heart.
　He looked like he would only be a year or two older than the Ars he knew and his daughter, Felinella.

　Then a small-scale blast blew as if to strike from directly above this time.
　The girl's body immediately landed on all fours. There would be no damage whatsoever called damage. Still, it's a wind pressure that won't allow her to stand up right away.
　As if waiting for the magic to break, Viziest stuck out his left hand and extended his hand.
　He extends his hand towards his opponent and pulls the first joint of his middle finger in the opposite direction with his knuckles.

　The AWR drew a glow and gathered at his fingertips. Immediately after, the pounding wind dissipated as it licked the ground.

''It's not terrible, no........!　What....

　A moment later, she instantly stood up and her feet moved. The girl felt uncomfortable with her voice. She immediately put her hand around her throat.
　The Viziest was already flicking his fingers at the girl.

''【Gap Impulse of the Gap [Clearance Hazard]''

　Seeing it as a settlement, Vizayst walked towards the girl. His feet and mouth started to move, strangely enough, even though he had to get away from this place right away.

'When you're faced with a strong wind, you can't breathe. It's the same principle. I reduced the pressure by altering the airflow in the mouth. You'll be choking to death in no time.

　Dying, Vizayst felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he said those words.
　He couldn't help but feel an abhorrence to kill now.

　The girl gradually lay on the ground, struggling desperately to control her throat. She sucked forcefully, but her mouth only crunched open and closed, but she wasn't able to suck.

　As if to see the end of it, Viziest approaches the girl's front.
　A mouth that is limp and gray hair over her face and sluggishly opens and closes. Immediately after, Vizaisto looked. The girl's mouth twisted into an eerie grin.

　By the time he came to himself what he was doing, it was too late.
　In an instant, he caught a light purple astral body that appeared behind him at the edge of his vision. It was like a grim reaper, wielding a scythe from both sides.

''--!

　He jumped backwards, using a combination of magic as well, but the scythe biting into his belly scattered fresh blood. He rolled on the ground, unable to even catch himself.

　It hit a tree trunk behind him and stopped. Viziest slowly looks up.
　There was a girl on the verge of choking, standing up with a keloid appearance.

'You messed up. You're getting old.'
How do you like my performance? I'm a pretty good actress, actually. Heh.
Darkness. So how come you're not upset about it?

　I put my hand on my belly and the overflowing blood wouldn't stop. When I checked the wound correctly, I moved my fingertips to see if the wounded body could move.

　The astral bodies floating on either side of the girl were so assimilated into the darkness that you had to get closer to see them.

'I wonder why?　I'm not so light-hearted as to blurt out information like you do, even to someone I know is going to die.
That's a shame.
Well, I'm just going to let you have a little fun and I'm going to let you have your head.

　Huffing and puffing, the girl's cheeks flushed with ecstasy, "There's something wrong with a lot of young people these days," she swore between ragged breaths.

'Just take your head home with you. Then we'll say goodbye.

　An astral body with a scythe crossed behind her and flashed its scythe at Vizayst.

''--!　What, what is it?!!!

　Right before, Viziest produced a blast of power from both arms with no regard for self-destruction. In an instant, a cloud of dust danced around the area.
　Even the faintest glimmer of moonlight does not allow you to see.

　The sleeve of her robe covers her mouth and reveals only her eyes, but the girl turned on her heel as if she had given up. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of it.




　With both shoulders turned to the left and right, Viziest looked weakly to the left and right.

''You are disobeying orders!''
Whatever....
It would have been cool if we could have said, "We're the ones who are going to be angry with your daughter," but we've given up on getting away with it, too. We just happened to see the captain.

　It must have really been a coincidence. Because if it was difficult to retreat, they would have to obliterate all equipment that would indicate each other's position.
　The only thing is that Viziest was able to use magic to keep track of everyone's position. When I thought it was no good, I activated it to see if they had all escaped and stretched.
　As a result, he found out that there were two members of the squad coming towards us, so he created a dust storm, ready to make a bad move.

'Severe punishment, but nice ... we can't let our guard down yet, but if things get bad, leave me behind.
Yes, sir.

　This time, since it was listened to honestly, Viziest is relieved even though his face is twisted by the intense pain in his stomach.
　Earlier I used the wipeout detection magic [Air Map], but if the other party was in a state of sharpened nerves right now, they could supplement our position.
　It looks like we'll have to flee while keeping an eye on our backs.


　But as it turns out, the opponent who faced Viziest didn't join the chase, and the two members of the unit who are good at intelligence were able to successfully dodge and return.
　It was simply luck, but it was certainly nine lives to go.

　Immediately, Viziest was rushed to the intensive care unit. Even the first aid was not comforting, and the blood that had bled profusely could not be regained as quickly as it should have been.
　Of course, the procedure had to be done to make it look top secret, even to the military doctors, and it was in Belitsa's clinic in the middle tier that the full-scale healing magic began.
　Two of my men, after reporting to Bellic through a private channel, assembled the Alpha Army's military doctors in the middle tier.