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　The magic called "Freezing Hell 《Despire Excute》 is most effective when surrounded on all sides. It's a top-tier magic, but it's very different from the event modification included in the Magic Encyclopedia 《Grimoire》.

　Froese floated the back of his chair and widened his eyes to see what that meant.

''I changed the composition midway through!

　He looked at the group of black-clad men with their bodies pierced by icicles and speculated on the process... but Froese's astonishment was chilled to the point that even his outstanding magic skills were put on the back burner.
　I felt shabby when I saw the boy standing there as if nothing had happened.

'Viziest, what have you done to him!
As you can imagine. There's no excuse for that, not with Bellick.

　In a sense, it was inevitable that the behind-the-scenes work went to Ars. The number of outstanding mages, not to mention magical skills, was infinitesimally small. It was becoming impossible for the military to deal with matters that could not be made public. They were even more cautious about troublesome matters inside than they were in the outside world. On top of that, ordinary security forces and magicians were no longer able to handle it.

　Not a few of them were tailed by the inhumane research after the attack on Kronos. Even though it was a disgrace to the military, Beric's early days in office also coincided with the great progression of demons and forced him to look outside.

　That's why Ars was given a white feather in his cap. No one had ever wanted or intended to make a child a murderer.

　Ars was determined to do his job perfectly. There was no order of the kind to take a life initially in Beric or Viziest's orders.
　That's why it was so lenient.

　It was here that Vizaisto came to an idea of what Beric's intentions were.

　The reason he threw Ars into the academy should have been for the sake of the army. But Ars doesn't realize the amount of lives that can be saved by him going out into the outside world, the weight of it. That's why he thought it was for emotional education. Perhaps that included making him feel aversion to taking a life. He was still young enough to regain what was lost, even if it was for the convenience of the military.

　It's hard to keep your heart in the midst of all the carnage. That's why he kills hearts to protect them.
　But maybe that's the wrong way to go about it.

　Viziest had seen Ars's smile a few times when he was still in the squad, but he'd also seen up close that it was gradually being lost.
　Although Ars had never been good at expressing his emotions by nature, it was only because of the incident with Gudma that he realized that Vizayst was in a real serious situation.

　It was a brief exchange, but Ars, who was stoic in regards to his mission, would usually only report the results and leave. That's why I was surprised when he listened to the chatter that followed.


　Viziest met Froese's gaze with a single-minded focus on Mr. Froese's firing squad. She was in denial about the mage training program. Of course, it's not hard to understand the need for it. But from the point of view of Froese, who retired from the military to raise her children, it was not something that could be forgiven.
　Now that I think about it, it seems as though the topic was naturally avoided even among the big three.

'That guy had too much talent,'

　It's probably because of Viziest's true intentions that he can't help but overflow. If you are dealing with a demon, you can handle it if you overcome your fear. But killing the same person is not something that can be done by ordinary means.
　Ars had done that on his first mission.

　Now Ars is back to the face he had then.
　Viziest swallows his bitterness and gives his advice to the man who is watching the situation a little in front of him.

'Morweld, it's over. Let your troops be led before they are wiped out.
"Don't be silly. What kind of idiot would pull a trigger?

　Watching the fight, Ars is probably under the same spell as Vizayst. Whatever it is, Ars is already overcoming it.
　That is what Morwëld does not understand.

　So far, the battle between Ars and Noir had clearly been inferior to Ars. From the side, it's a strange sight. Because the usual Ars would have been able to inflict a fatal wound for sure.
　But even if there was some kind of magic at work, the blow now was decisive. It's easy to read Noir's expression of disbelief.

''The dark strain, that's the type that interferes with the psyche, you know. Right, Major General?''

　Vizayst was convinced that Miltria's speculation had been corroborated.
　Being interfered with by the spirit is a rare thing in the dark strains. The most troubling aspect would be the inability to determine if he was falling under the influence of the art.

　I don't know what kind of magic it is, and from the fact that Ars rarely uses magic on Noir, there may be some kind of mental guidance.

'Humph, you're Miltria Tristen. As it turns out, you can't break Noir's magic. We'll see.

　Morweld flicked his fat fingers with a snap.
　Then a group of black-robed men, who must have been besieged, emerged from the bushes in a sluggish manner.
　At a cursory glance, there would be close to 40 people.

　Still..........

''Morweld, you're trying to wipe them out!
I am not forgiving of scoundrels. You might want to take a good look around, Vizayist. That's why you're the number one guy in the world.

　With a quick lift of the chin, they all start running to Ars at once.

　Miltria, who is sitting next to him, turns her gaze back to the battlefield without regard to us.

　It was only Selva who responded to the petulant remark, 'Oh dear, is this still taking root?
　The only thing exchanged between the two of them is a bitter smile, somewhat akin to resignation, "I guess so.

　It was probably because it was Selva that he was able to notice Ars's fight. It takes experience to be someone who can kill without hesitation. It fades with the accumulation of experience, so his fight must have been a pile of bodies.

'I will,'

　Whoever said no, Selva leapt lightly towards the black-robed mage who flew high into the heavens. The doll-like figure descended, spinning wildly in the air. Its limbs flapped and swung around, blood flying from the tips.

　Selva crushed all the splattered blood with her left hand and dexterously grabbed the collar of her robe with one hand.
　After landing, Selva gently laid down when he saw that this one was already out of breath.

''As expected of the Fevers, Lord Selva, you still seem to be far from old eyes.
"Foo-hoo-hoo, thank you for the compliment. But no one can compare to the old man.

　Selva turns over the white glove on his left hand, rolls it up and puts it in his pocket, then clasps his hands behind his back and walks off gently as if nothing has happened.

　Miltria makes it difficult for him to fry the praise of Viziest's unleashed praise.

"Selva, you're getting very old,

　Saying that, he pointed the tip of his staff at Morweld, who was diagonally across from him - Morweld's position was slightly ahead of everyone else, so he couldn't see what was behind him.

　There was the figure of a major general with red streaks on his swollen cheeks.

'I am sorry, sir. My lord, for what it's worth, I have only the Lord to protect you.''

　Selva condescendingly broke his back and told him that it was only outside the scope of his work.
　In fact, Selva only clutches the blood on Froese. It's just a coincidence that there isn't a single drop of blood on Viziest or Miltria. In the first place, in terms of being a magician, the blood that flies in the first place has no way to adhere in front of the magic power that is released outside the body.

　It's also true that it's just a step in the right direction.

''..................d*mn it!

　As if the filth had stuck to him, Morweld took out his handkerchief, wiped it off, and then threw it away. Still, he couldn't look away from the tragedy in front of him.

(What is this.........)

'Why can't you kill me?　What's going on?
Morweld!　If we don't retreat soon, we'll be wiped out!

　Morweld's overconfidence in his troops, who had stepped on the strongest unit in the military, had led to this current situation. A subordinate who was sure to be killed by the second.
　He didn't think he could spare them one bit, but if he couldn't kill them, there was no point. Otherwise, Beric's downfall and his own fitting into the cauldron afterwards would end in fantasy.

　It's true that if it was against a demon, Ars would not be able to be beaten. But he has honed his skills to the point of honing, and he has raised a brutal group of people who think of life as trash. Noir could kill them for sure. That should have been proven just two days ago. He had won an overwhelming victory against Viziest, the most renowned wizard in Alpha.

　Morweld recalled the blunders, or rather humiliation, of the past great progression and shouted as if something had pushed him back.

'Noir!　Kill me now!

　Morweld, breathing roughly on his shoulders with a huff and a puff, turned around with a bang to see if defeat had passed through his mind.

'Viziest, if you are a soldier, you will cooperate. Otherwise, you're an accomplice!
'What are you going to say, Major General, you want me to fight with my body? It's not even a threat. I remembered that the military doesn't teach you to take life for granted, but I guess it's different with the Major General. If you're going to go so far as to say that, then the Major General should take the lead first. Then that's why I can't turn a blind eye to it either.
You!

　That being said, it was hard to say that Froese was completely irrelevant. However, he couldn't formulate a countermeasure for what to do with that thing.
　If it was to persuade him, but in front of the goal of capturing and killing him, Ars' fetters would be gone. Even at this stage, he can be confident that he hasn't shown all of his abilities as a magician.
　Above all, that magic.........

　In addition to the first translucent barrier, the magic that mysteriously crushes her limb even now makes her fear the unknown. The opponent is also an opponent, but it's even more unobtainable.


　Viziest was known about spatial interference magic, but he couldn't teach it to her. More than anything else, the content that was heard cannot explain the magic that Ars is using now.
　As I thought, it must be that only Beric is still able to know the secret of Ars's secrets. It seems like a black box, a Pandora's box that cannot be revealed.

'You're interfering directly in space? "You're interfering directly with space, and you're rewriting the variables sequentially, no, you're compressing space.
"--!

　Viziest and Froese turned their faces to Miltria almost simultaneously. If she had originally studied magic, her statement would be more convincing.
　However, there was no room for an interruption in the intervening exit to see if it was okay to unravel, but as a result, did she know that area, or did she only know that much?

'It's only natural to interfere with space itself as a result of altering events, you know. But the little bastard doesn't use magic. Fefefe, could that itself be magic?
Do they say that's not magic?

　Froese's doubts were justified. The same was true of Vizerist.

"You stiffs have no idea. Well, it's simple, it's just that it doesn't belong to any one system. To begin with, the six systems of fire, water, wind, ice, lightning, and earth are derived from the order of all things, so why do you think there is a system called the elements?　If I could explain this properly, I'd stand in a statue. The most widely held belief is that it's genetic. Heredity is said to be variable. Some say it's due to miscegenation. It's a preconceived notion of wizards that there are only eight strains, and researchers don't believe there are only eight. Of course there is no way to prove that they don't exist. That's why it's a new strain, and for the moment, it's outside of the system.
'Out of the system, yes, although Ars can use the magic of all systems to a high standard.

　Miltria laughed as if she had expected it when she got Viziest's supplement.

'Maybe it's because they aren't part of a strain that there is no superiority to other strains.

　There is no superiority or inferiority. That made Vizayst feel like he had taken a step into Ars's prohibition.