471 466. Deer Arrays.txt (1/2)

Just like everyone else was born instinctively and can move their muscles.

I was instinctively able to move my magic at birth.

It was as if I was a new creature that had adapted to the 'demonic poison'.

The movement of my limbs is faster and sharper when I control them with my magic power than with my muscle power.

It was during the fight to the death against the ”water logic thief” that I understood the innate difference. When I was reminiscing about the battle within the Winter's Other World (Wintry Dimension), the noble knight who was thrown off earlier called out a command.

''Let's go!　Go on!

He led his new companions and rushed out.

This time, from all sides, nearly ten knights attacked us from all sides.

But even though their numbers are increasing, the situation is the same as before.

I'm going to calmly deal with the approaching knights.

If the cutting edge of the enemy's sword is close, I also swing my sword back and flick it.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

If the enemy's magic came flying in, I changed the shape of my sword to my hand and crushed it.

At first glance, this dizzying melee appears to be an exchange of advanced ”body art” and ”sword art”. But the reality is a completely different story.

I'm not even close to a 1.00 in my ”body arts” and ”swordsmanship”.

Most of these movements are not done by muscle power, but by magic. It's a different and vicious skill that should no longer be referred to as ”magical limbing”, as the 15.00 muscle strength body is freely moved through ”magical materialization”.

And the control of that ”Magic Power Limbation” is unusually precise.

After all, I've been reading and fantasizing about heroic tales for a long time.

I dreamed of being a swordsman and never stopped training.

I have watched and practiced the swords of my idols (Kanami) from afar.

There are more reasons.

The basics of ”Body Art” and ”Sword Art” were taught by the ”Sword Saints” of the Aleis family.

In the Confederacy, I discussed applications with Rustyala and Maria.

When I was traveling, Snow accompanied me in many mock battles.

In the end, he competed with Flanruele, trying to perfect his own fighting style--.

”'From the beginning, I've been living with a heroic tale...'

I'm overcome with emotion and compose another poem.

It was an obvious gap.

Still, the knights can't catch me.

On the contrary.

Gradually I begin to overwhelm the knights, who can't even touch me.

I take care not to let any deaths occur, and then I start to let out one after another those who are unable to fight (retire) due to broken bones and fainting.

It's not that they are weak.

However, if I can't help but compare them to the 'things that steal reason' that I've fought against until today--

His magic is slower than Fafner's, the one that stole the logic of blood, which he won overwhelmingly.

I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of them.

It's really too late for anything compared to the most recent enemy, the one that steals the logic of water.

-- The battle until today had made me look like a hero.

There was even a feeling that they could annihilate the force of the temple in a melee alone, as it was.

''--'I want the world (you) to read that book as well.''

So, he called out to the Sith, who were motionless in the rear guard, to mimic not only Kanami and Rustyala, but also the 'ones who steal reason' who were enemies until today.

Instantly, the Sith's expression changes. They look at me, who recited the poem, and are surprised - and even more so, they look at the empty space behind them and shout while paling.

'Hi, step back!　That's enough!

With their instructions, the knights faithfully interrupted the fight and took their distance at once.

Like the first, they refrained from surrounding me.

The knights' expressions are grim, and they seem to sincerely regret not being able to achieve results in the current time.

I'm sorry for many things.

But today, I'm going to face the Sith alone.

I'm staring at the Sith, and for some reason, I'm not sure why I'm staring at her, and she's complaining to me.

''It's funny. I was told that your sword is at the level of a common knight.

I'm in the middle of a struggle, but I'm a swallowing guy.

But I dare to talk to him, wondering if I'm the same kind of person who drinks too much.

It's because of the magical prosthetic arms and legs you taught me. The more I use it, the more I'm able to apply it in many ways. Heh, look at that. It's amazing.

As soon as he boasted of transforming his right prosthetic hand into a sword, the Sith lifted his hand to imitate it.

The magical prosthetic hand, which looked as if it was wearing a large glove, was quickly completed. But the Sith couldn't move it as fast as a 'body art'. Even as he tried to change it into a sword shape, its blade tip was round and trembling like a newborn fawn.

''Hey, Dia. I'm not going to be able to do the same thing.

'I suppose. It takes an image, or rather an experience. I can do it because I've been working out for a long time, admiring the heroic tales I read about in church.

The Sith could do it if they worked out.

Of course, you can't do it overnight. There's a condition that you have to do image training every day and continue to train your sword.

Sith seems to understand that, and he gives up on learning 'Magic Power Limbation' and speaks.

''I suppose. I know. I've been watching you work very hard and I've been watching you inside for a long time. You weren't suited to the sword at all, but you had a strange obsession and continued to work in vain, day after day. Truly, you are an idiot. A great fool.

'A weird obsession or ....... Sure, I kept obsessing, unlike Maria and the others. I wasn't handy enough to change my way of life (class) along the way, even though I knew I should focus on magic alone. ...... Only, I don't regret a single thing. It's a good thing that I don't have any opportunities for close combat now.

Finally, I piled on the bragging by creating a muffled force hump on my left arm.

That said, things are as good as they get, I think to myself.

For the record, I'm inferior to Maria even in close combat.

This is because Maria is extremely good at long range fire magic and the byproduct of this is that she perfectly compensates for her weaknesses at close range.

If you look at Kanami and Maria's outstanding strength top two, Sith's words are correct.

The path to strength is undoubtedly to master one's strengths. And it's precisely because of my ”weird obsession and continuous futile efforts” that I fell off that shortcut to the strongest.

In the words of a Sith from the past, ”I swung my status the wrong way.

However, I have confidence and pride in the fact that I made a mistake, and I continue to hold the 'sword-shaped mass of magic power' - the magic sword.

Anyway, as long as this 'swordsmanship' exists, let's just assume that it's impossible to seize me.

''Dear, that's not 'swordsmanship', that's 'magical combat'. It's 'magical swordsmanship', even if it's a hundred percent. ...... Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure you've devoted your life to something useless. Originally, your magic power and divine magic was even more outstanding. There was even a chance that you could have been replaced by our Lord. ......

The Sith looks unworthy and still goes on complaining.

I guess she's right, since she was trying to be the 'Lord of the World' herself at one point.

Then, the Sith removes his gaze from me and looks at a single stone pillar.

'We don't need weapons (vines). We can leave that kind of barbaric stuff to our men. At ......, my stalling is over. Just in time for my weapon to arrive. It is one of the four great lords of nobility who are cooperating with me on this final tale.

A primitive man emerges from behind a nearby stone pillar.

He has many wrinkles around his eyes and between his eyebrows, and he carries a short white beard. He is old, but his body shows no signs of weakness, and he is full of life and magic. The outfit he wears is an improved version of the knight's uniform worn by the young man nearby, with improved ease of movement. As if to prove that he was going to throw himself into actual battle now, the first man drew his sword from its scabbard.

The Sith welcomed his majestic appearance.

''Welcome, Fenrir, the former 'Sword Saint' and the nineteenth head of the Aleiss family. I'm glad you arrived so early. ...... The other knights (all of you) please step away for a moment and pray for me and his victory. Those prayers will help me.

It was the appearance of old Fenrir, my guardian and master of the sword.

I didn't welcome his untimely appearance with a bitter face.

''Geez, it's old man. You're here.''

After all, apart from Kanami, he has the world's best 'swordsmanship' skills, even if you include the three existing 'stealers of reason'.

It is difficult to fight in many ways, so I would have been happy to be elsewhere, but the old man shook his head in disgust.

It's your fault I got an emergency call. I mean, I'm employed in this cathedral, so of course you're going to come out of it if you rampage here.

But you've said before that you're an honorary advisor and almost retired.

The honorary counselor's first order of business is in an emergency like this. Foolish disciple.

At the end of the swallowing conversation, I reflect on my own ignorance, wondering if that was the case.

The old man looks at it with a sigh, and as an older man, he gives orders.

'Dear. You are the adopted son of the Alais family now, and as your grandfather, I would advise you.　Come over here now and help the Sith master.

He pointed the tip of his sword at me and gave me the reason for my family name.

Once I was 'back home', I started calling myself 'Dear Aleis' at the urging of my friend Franlure.

He told me to act on the basis of that Aleis name, but that's not the point - not only that, but that's why (・・・・・・), he pointed the tip of his right prosthetic sword at me and refused to do so.

'You know that, old man. What do you think I would do if I had an ancestor of the Aleiss family here?　That 'Stealer of Earth's Truth', Rowen Alais.

I've never spoken to him in person, but I've seen him and heard about his personality many times from the Reapers.

If that man who lived by the sword was in The End of the Tale Festival, he'd be doing something similar to me, even if the person he's picking up isn't a Sith.

...... No, no.

Now (...), Rowen Alais and his friends are surely doing the same thing.

That's why I never backed down from a fight with the Alais family's grandfather.

”Master Rowen. ...... Haha ....... Do you still think you want to be a swordsman like that one?

The old man continues to sigh.

It's the same tone as when I was once a level one trying to go to the Confederacy, and it's somewhat of a stopper. So I give him the exact same response as I did then.

'Yeah, I still want to be one. The sword is my aspiration, my guiding light.

'......, but do you really think you'll be able to be like Master Rowen one day?　You have to look like that.

A little bit.

With the tip of the knight's sword, the old man pointed at my magic-soaked body.

I respond to his rude manner by pointing back with the tip of my magic sword.

I believe I can be. ...... Of course, I'll admit that my 'swordsmanship' is an evil way of doing things, and I'm taking the long way around. But that's because I've got something else important to do, and it can't be wrong. This is still me, and I think I've been following my grandfather's teachings, you know?

I reported to the first person who gave me the sword that I had followed the path correctly.

Hearing this, the old man's face becomes as if he were looking at his helpless, selfish grandson.

--even though the old man and I pointed our swords at each other, there was a sense of communication between us.

It's like we've found a new 'we're all together' in a different way than I expected. But in the meantime, the Sith interrupted and cast a battle spell while blaming him for the warm questioning.

''Fenrir Arrais, there's no point in trying to convince him. If you're a grandfather, even if you're a righteous grandfather, stop your grandson Diah Aleis' murderous actions. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. --Magic.

''That is of course, Sith-sama. It's still my pride and life that I was a 'Sword Saint'. ...... And once the Founder is gone (・・・・・・) at this 'End of the Tale Festival' (・・・・), I'll be back to being a 'Sword Saint' again. More shameless deeds will be required.

'Yes, you're right: ....... That's right. When the Lord is gone ......, you're the 'swordsman' again.

One thing was confirmed, and Sith's voice shook.

The old man looked at the upset with cloudless eyes. Then, slowly comparing it to my appearance, ...... old man let out the biggest sigh of the day and walked away.

''Hah ....... Well, it's the 'end-of-town festival'.

With the tip of his sword still pointed at me, the old man smiles like a predator that doesn't fit his age and carelessly closes the distance between us.

Suddenly an uncommon chill rushes up my back and I shiver.

The old man's magical power is not even close to my feet.

But there was an alien and peculiarly intimidating feeling.

While hitting me mercilessly with it, the oldest swordsman in the Confederation walks leisurely and continues to laugh belligerently.

”Hey, Dia, we're going to fight. ”Hey, Dia, we're going to fight. It's hard to believe how much you've grown since the day I gave you the Sword of the House of Aleis. Let this short-lived old man have a souvenir from the underworld.

I immediately say back, trying not to be put off.

'Oh, come on, old man. You're in a lot of danger when you're talking about me that day, aren't you?　I'm not just a 'sword saint', I've fought fierce battles against great people from a thousand years ago. I don't know if the old man who's been in hiding for a long time can keep up with my seriousness ......, I think it's going to be a little tough, don't you?

It's so rude, it's funny. That's why I like you guys at ......, you know.

He muttered.

The old man's body was shaken.

Suddenly there was a haze, and then it was gone. But from experience I had caught the old man low and looming from the right. That assassin-like movement would have been completely lost on me if I hadn't been used to seeing it in Kanami and Lagune.

And the old man's movements were so agile and sharp that it was hard to believe that he was old enough to want a souvenir of the underworld - and he was not.

d*mn it!

Heavy.

My body didn't make it in time, so I prevented it by bending the blade of the demon sword outward from its base and changing it into a hooked shape (hook).

The demon's curved sword and the old man's knight's sword struck each other, sending a shock through the temple.

Following that, the old man's knight sword scrambles as it slides across the surface of the demon sword and is aimed at my neck - as quickly as possible, I jump back like a spring by extending the length of my left prosthetic leg.

However, at the end of that retreat, I quickly catch the old man approaching again in a low position.

Fast.

Our level is three times higher than theirs.

You can say that the difference in status is an order of magnitude greater than that of the other side, since the ”qualities” are also more than three times greater than that of the other side.

However, the former ”Sword Sage” Fenrir Arrais had the skills to make up the difference. His footsteps, reminiscent of the final match of the ”Dance Tournament,” greatly surpassed my ”body art”.

But even my ”magic limbing” is as fast as it gets.

Even if the body can't react, the magic power still responds.