Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

When Fermenian white flames disappeared, Graziella meditated (mesmerized), seemingly uninteresting, in a tragic state filled with broiled and melted bricks and scorching odors, and harvested the magic that was causing her to rise.

Next to her, who does not move while dropping off Shuiming and Fermenia, a squire walks out. And he bent his body to yield, and awed, and asked her.

"Do you want to go after him?

"Fine. You don't have to leave them alone."

"Are you sure? It's possible to pull off with disrespect for what the man said earlier."

"Sure it is, but that man is a handful. Besides, the man has the White Flame Lord. If you go too hard, Astel and unwanted friction won't be all this time."

"But"

"If you're the only ones who can catch me, I won't give you permission, but you can't just do that, can you?

Graziella tells her squire that and flips the coat. The face of his squire, who looked sideways, told him that the task was difficult. The opponent you're going to catch is such a fit that Graziella has to use the magic in her hand. Even if we have a few strong men of the twelve ranks, they will be a tough catch. The squire, too, although he is complacent that his own strength does not fall on the people, it would be a lie if he gave the word that he would certainly come to capture them.

Others, on the other hand, even if Graziella beckons, there is just no one to name, the beginning and end of being sweaty on his forehead. The same goes for my arms as a wizard, but with my hands, I could scorn the will of the goddess. It's possible if you're as bold as Graziella, but not so many people like that.

"Besides, if you do too much, your brother will get angry again."

He exhaled as if frightened, and immediately turned to Elliott and the others.

"Then why don't you come with me?"

"... ok"

"Well, surprisingly, you know what I mean."

"I'm intensely unwilling, too, shall I add?

"No, it was still little."

and throw it away, Elliot and Christa continue on Graziella returning to the tent. Krista has always had a rugged look, but it can't be helped if Elliot, the Lord, agrees.

Two, Graziella stopped.

"... a little dissatisfaction remains, but let's just say this is the end of the day."

Graziella, who seeps the sound of not being filled, indeed, in unsatisfactory narratives, and turns her attention to the semi-destructed square. Such a tragedy from between the peeled brick laying, exposed as soil leaked out, splashed with implants and hedges alike.

There, many were destroyed by her magic and the magic of the Fermenian flames, but above all it was the magic of Shuiming that influenced them extensively. Exposed to the fluctuations of magic, the collapsed exist beyond the brackets of the square, and the remnants of the mighty power that created such a tragedy remain there so colorful that they are still felt in the skin.

Graziella also realizes that it was only beginning to come out. Therefore, even as he let the sweat seep through his hands, he still spilled an unfortunate sigh.

- I hear voices.

Disappear, disappear, a young voice.

What you're shouting at is a voice of rejection. Such a voice, desperate for everything in this world.

He was invited to sound sad, and opened the lid of his eyes and looked forward, and there was a figure of someone caught in Yangtze but like Kasumi. And there was a young figure who was burned, struck, and hurt by the bruises.

If you're young, you look familiar. I have such good health that I always change my still naive face cold and hide the fright in my heart.

But now there were tears in his face, and his vain eyes filled with pain.

Were you attacked? Are you being attacked - no, are you being attacked (...). Burned like a bug, trampled, that way, by the time you look miserable.

If that's the reward to be given to her, then what the hell is reward? Aren't they to be given to the unsaveable outward path, to the rampant evil?

But neither the screaming nor the questioning will come out of his mouth as if he had been stopped.

Such a cry of a young figure stopped in the scene of just watching. Eventually when she trembles like a dust, its appearance turns black and swells with the black foam.

Have you finally accepted something that you should not accept?

When the original appearance swelled up so large that there was no shadow to see it, it began to swallow what was around it. The magic scattered around her, anything that hurt her, even the building. It becomes a black mass and swells indefinitely, destroying people in the city.

What you hear is the voice of sorrow. He asks why, and why, with all his anger, and waits, and waits, and no one returns the answer, in despair.

I wondered why it was just me. I wonder why you've become like this, in heaven. To the highest beings who are supposed to be there, as they seek. Just getting that answer, even though I can't go back to what I was, just trying to fill an empty void (sawdust) in my chest.

A crying voice lingers in my ear. The voice of my heart wanting help turned upside down resentment.

Why couldn't anyone help her? How can such despair of solitude, who as one does not stop by, be considered in this world?

Even if it is affirmed to be correct, there is certainly a crying voice.

- So you can't tolerate that.

Certainly there are those who are not saved, even if they are affirmed to be right.

- So you resist the consequences.

Even if it is affirmed to be correct, the wind blowing into this chest will never stop.

- That's why I can hear you.

Wake up.

Wake up and go do what you have to do.

An inviting herd of blue whispers quietly in her ear.

- This is a curse. From this curse that tormented my father, and my mother, I'm sure I will not be released until I die.

Successful escape from South Square, Fermenia, considering the presence of the chaser, moved the escape route from the front street to the back street before rushing into an alley with an eight-key mansion.

Then, for one second, let Shuiming get off to a chair provided outside and keep herself at the table.

Then, worried and apparently waiting outside, Lefir turned his blood phase and ran over.

"Heh, Lord Fermenia! What the hell happened to this "

Looking alternately at Shuiming and Fermenia, she explains what happened in South Square with a bitter face to Lefir's enquiry in panic. There was Elliot in the South Square, and that Graziella ordered him to forcibly requisition for the search for the killer, and that Shuiming had a sorcery battle with Graziella to avoid it.

When he heard the revelation from Fermenia, Refile groaned with a grim complexion.

"... That's right, Swimei, is that injury making the Graziella Empress's opponent tough..."

"Before I told you to leave it to me, it's impudent. I can hardly interrupt the battle between Lord Swimey and Her Royal Highness the Empress Graziella. Running away is the only way..."

"No, I came running away carrying each person against that Graziella princess. Only Lord Fermenia can do it. But, Graziella, you've done what you wanted."

Is it because of anger that the tone suddenly changed? As if staring at the Empire Empress who is not there, Refile holds her fist firmly.

"Refile?"

"... oh no, it's nothing. More than that, Lord Fermenia. How's Suimei holding up?

"As for the trauma, it doesn't seem that bad, so I thought it was probably because of the expansion and attenuation of the magic all at once. Just..."

"... that's a lot of bullshit"

Shuiming, stuck at the table, moans bitterly with her eyes closed. It's as if you're even having a terrible nightmare.

"The symptoms are not serious, so I think it's ok..."

"Then why don't you let me rest..."

In the meantime, Refil inadvertently perceives signs of appearance at the entrance of the alley. What if it's a chaser? With an ominous hunch, she does what aloud as intimidating.

"Who!

Meanwhile, did the Lord of the signs surprise you with his current voice? The shadow that was only slightly visible moves frighteningly. Eventually, coming out of the alley,

"Did this... surprise you"

It was Loomion, an elf man, the secretary of the Imperial Library, who appeared sorry.

Fermenia, who is seeing him once, calls out, as I recall.

"Sure, it's not the Imperial Library's Palace of Secretaries...... how did you get here?

"No, because it's what I saw you on the street earlier. And Mr. Stingray was carrying you, the goat, and I was worried that something might have happened with the killer."

"Were you..."

Romion walks up to the Fermenians and asks.

"Goat, you seem to be losing your mind, what's wrong?

"Fight Her Royal Highness Princess Graziella in the South Square, the"

"Oh, my God, with that soil chaos emperor why on earth would you do that..."

When Romion is revealing his surprise, Mizuming seems to have regained consciousness, raising his face from the state of stumbling onto the table.

"Suimei!

"Did you wake up!

Fermenia and Refill raise their voices, while Shuiming, who was unconscious, looks around trying to figure out what's going on.

"What... is this place? Home?"

"Yeah, it's in front of the house. It hasn't been that long since I got here in a hurry."

To Fermenia to supplement, Shuiming turns to thank her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You had it brought in. Yes - Mr. Kechi, you were there..."

"Yes. It's on. I saw you in the street, and I came after you worried."

"... right"

Shuiming stays with a hard look, answers. Then Loomion turned to Shuiming,

"Mr. Goat, your body looks pretty awful. Mind if I show you?

Is the reason for that offer because I was a magician? Romeon sees the water bright with a serious face.

"It's okay. Because I know my body well. I lost my mind. I just overpowered it all at once."

"Really..."

When Shuiming categorically turned down Loomion's offer, he stood up. And walk out towards the entrance and exit of the alley. Besides, Lephire called out in a panic.

"Suimei! Where are you going? "

"I'm going to go find Liliana. I need to find them sooner than they can."

"Su, Lord Swimei Are you in a state where you can say that "

Loomion asks in surprise when he sees the two of them trying to hold Shui Ming back trying to force him to go.

"... What, are you saying we're looking for the killer in the coma case?

"... Yep"

"Mr. Goat. Stop it. What do you do with such a body? You are about to do something very reckless right now. You should refrain from looking for the killer until your body is well healed."

Rhomion's pointer enters his ear, Shuiming stopping and silencing. From behind him, Fermenia and Refile hang the retaining words again as they follow.

"Lord Romion is right. Lord Swimey, please take care of yourself here."

"That's right, Suimei. He's right. Don't be impotent."

"... ok"

The three persuaded him to give up or to turn his back and sit tight in the chair. To him like that, Loomion speaks worryingly.

"... then I'll go. Mr. Goat, please don't push me."

To his words of care, Shuiming replied with her hands up with her back turned. And when Loomion saw it, when he had made his meeting with the Fermenians, he returned again to the streets.

... after a while.

"... have you been there?

Shuiming looks at Fermenia and asks her where Romion is. It was always our low voice that went through. With a sharp gaze, gently turning his neck toward the street behind him.

"Huh? Yes, Lord Lormion is not here anymore."

"Right."

With that said, Shuiming rises from his chair. It's not an atmosphere of going back home. Fermenia, who perceived the finesse, turns his rugged expression to him.

"Lord Swimey No way......"

"Shh, Suimei! Didn't you not go "

"............ rest a little before I go. More than that, if we don't move now, it could be really bad."

"Why don't you? Why are you in such a hurry? It's not like you always do, is it?

"I'm in a hurry. I'd still be glad if it was just that dangerous woman. Thank you. Maybe that's not how it works. I'm sorry, but you two need to split up and find Liliana. Please."

His voice like that did contain the sound of persecution.

... words asking for help were still given out in the same way as earlier to guide others. Hearing that, Refill sighed.

"... ha"

"No?

"That's not true. But..."

"- What do you say, Lord Swimey, what you are saying is chiseled. He said he didn't like danger in the Imperial Castle, or that he jumped into danger from himself in the Imperial Capital."

The sighing whisper comes from Fermenia. What came in was an indication to match Refill's gaze.

And Shuiming, washed away with his iniquity, wandered as if he were weak.

"Well, I know that... but who knows when you can't retreat or when you have to?

"That's, well..."

"Now is the time for me. So I have to go."

Refile, who hears the words, complains only rarely.

"Well, Suimei is acting like she should, but if she doesn't, I'll preach to you again."

"Ugh... Refile, give me a break for the sermon already"

"No. Previous is not enough. I feel like we should discuss this once and for all with you."

Shuiming looks half-eyed at Refill, who speaks harshly of his voice.

"... that's all the unscrupulous people say before you fight Rajas?

"Uggu"

"Weren't you more impotent than I am then, Refill?

"Ugh, uhh..."

To the watery words of what to say by putting yourself up on the shelf, Refill is a wolf. groaned and lagged behind. To her pointing out the pain, Shuiming releases words of pursuit.

"Can you argue with that?

Though questioned, Refile shouted losing.

"Yes, it's not about me now, it's about you!

"Hmm."

"And anyway! Come on, be careful!

"I get it.... So, what do you say?

Mizuming asks the two of them again as she replies to Refill, who falls for deception. Then, while Refile took a tough attitude,

"It's conditional on you not being impotent until you're feeling better."

"Okay."

Fermenia, on the other hand,

"I'm here to assist Lord Swimey, so let's work together."

"Sorry. That helps."

Yes, thank Fermenia, and Shuiming heals his wounded body with healing magic. When I laid my hand on the affected area, a pale green glow arose there, and the light particles and Cuixia (Suika) rose.

"... Lord Swimey, who is your body? I saw earlier disconnections of consciousness as a result of swelling and attenuating magic all at once."

"I guess. You must have fallen into a pseudo-A.M.F."

"A.M.F.... what happened to your body after you defeated Rajas."

Refil reacts to a familiar phrase, but Fermenia doesn't know.

"No. Hmm... is that it?"

"-A-M-F. In other words, acute magic attenuation (Acute, Magic, Failure), a symptom that occurs when an organism does not consume and releases magic to its limits and runs out of magic. In mild cases, fatigue, neuralgia, cramps, fainting and confusion of consciousness can occur, and the body can become immobile, but sometimes it can even fall into such conditions as organ failure. Now, after a sudden operation of the magic furnace and a sudden consumption of magic, mild symptoms appeared due to the discrepancy in the accumulation of magic immediately."

"Okay, now."

"The body is demodulating. All you have to do is cure the injury that that dangerous woman did to you."

When I finish explaining A.M.F. to Fermenia, Lefir asks.

"They were doing it earlier, but you were even having some bad dreams?

No, I should have lost my mind. Besides, I don't think you can dream in such a short time?

"Well... no, if it's nothing"

I asked because I suspected it was the injury that caused the injury. But Shuiming has a strange look, and it's not the wind that's hiding something.

There are no memories of inviting herds of blue in the leaning water.

"Is Graziella even Swimey?

Couldn't you take it down? On that question, Shuiming speaks up while he finds himself under excuse.

"I have a hand against that woman's magic, but you were in too bad shape. Well, losing is losing."

So Shuiming asks Fermenia.

"You think the chaser's coming?

"So far, you don't have a chaser or anything. Perhaps they are also wary of Lord Swimey's help."

Then, Refill spills his grin all the time.

"I'm scared of the beast."

"Yes. Her Royal Highness Princess Graziella would have also been able to perceive that the power expressed by Lord Swimei in the square was a precursor. If Lord Swimey abandons himself, the damage to the city will not be foolish."

"... am I dangerous?"

"Regardless of whether it's dangerous or not, you're aware of your help, right?

Fermenia said relaxed. Surely there was no word anywhere to return it to her.

"No, I said earlier that there was no chaser, but you couldn't detect that that clerk was tailing you?

"Oh, yeah. Fair enough..."

Fermenia snorts, to the words of Shuiming. Mitsumi shakes her head in a panic when she senses a slight crossing of somewhere resentful in her sorry expression.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way I said it. I'm not saying I hate you. Even if Fermenia was on guard, you didn't know any sign of Rohmion, did you?

That's what happens. I didn't notice until Refille found out. "

"Me, too, finally figured it out when I came within sight."

"Right..."

Hearing the two words, Shuiming is delayed in his thoughts so as to indulge in something.

Then, when Refill,

"And Suimei. What do you mean, Graziella's not the only threat we just talked about?

"It means there might be someone else moving. I'm not sure yet."

"So who is that person? Is that the killer?

"I'll talk about that if I'm a little more certain. I'm sorry, but wait till then."

When he finished treating the injury, Shuiming walked out towards the entrance and exit of the alley.

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