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Poetic magic.

It is a spell that is cast in verse. An adventurer who uses poetry magic is classed as a Bard.

The effect of a poetry spell is limited to the range of the voice (and sometimes the accompaniment), and the wielder must keep singing for the effect to last.

Compared to ordinary magic, it is a rather troublesome magic, and few people choose the path of poetry magic even if they have a talent for magic. In fact, it lacks versatility.

However, there is a good reason why it has not fallen into disuse and continues to be used as a fighting technique.

It is its outstanding buffing performance that leaves others behind.

The lyre, which is played automatically, sounds even louder when it is infused with magical power.

It is not limited to a solo lyre performance, but even a heroic orchestral performance can be heard. The aftermath of the power associated with the use of poetic magic. An outpouring of power.

With the moon on his back, Oswald began to sing sonorously.

”On the silvery earth I love, the fierce wind flies

Emboldened, fearless, we light the darkness.

Forward!

Forward!

Forward!

May the god of war bless us all!

The other three sing their own parts, one after the other.

Poetic magic is not associated with any particular song. In extreme cases, you can use buffs on the elephant, but to get the most out of it, you should choose a song that suits the situation.

Rene had heard this song somewhere before. It was one of the battle songs sung by knights and soldiers.

Oswald's forte is to inspire his allies with poetic magic. Oswald is not much of a fighter himself, but the soldiers who hear him sing are reputed to do two or three better.

Iris, the young adventurer who once haunted Rene, knows of Oswald's power, and so Rene anticipates that Oswald will use poetic magic.

However, she didn't expect the whole family to sing in chorus. Like ritual magic, in which several people work together to perform a great magic, the more heads there are, the more powerful the poetry magic must be.

Hadley and Steve, in the vanguard, hung over the narrow corridor with their respective prey in hand, closing in on Rene.

--The Evil Eye of Enchantment doesn't work: ......

There is no change in the three men, even though they are clearly looking at each other.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea to use the same thing for all three of them, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea to use the same thing for all three of them. In order to avoid interference, you usually wear only one ”resistance accessory”. If the accessory is used for charm, the others should be holes, but I think the poetry magic is more suspicious.

I can't believe it!

Steve, the adventurer-looking guy, is Oswald's third son, and he's an adventurer in the Federation.

He looks like something between an adventurer and a bandit, and he slams his machete-like sword down on Rene. It's not a fake ”consecration”, but a magical ”consecration”, and the shimmer of the blade is unpleasant to Rene.

A moment later, the blade swung down and cut into Rene's shoulder.

Rene's body dissipated.

I'm not sure what to say.　Disappeared ......

The blade that cut through the sky clawed at the mist, and Rene felt a burning pain.

But he was not intimidated and immediately reconfigured his body behind Steve.

Rene grabbed his head with his left hand and pierced Steve with the cursed red blade he had created in his right hand. Dullahan form.

The thrust pierced through the armor like shoji paper, but was stopped by Steve's body.

The feeling of penetration and an unharmed body.

--This is the Holy Beast's damage replacement ......!　But where is the holy beast?

I thought it was the special ability of the holy beast that was reported, but the watchers in the dogfight in the sky did not come crashing down.

His hesitation was less than a moment. But Hadley had an unusual reaction to this.

He spun on his heel and thrust his sword at Rene, who was behind him.

”Aah!

It's a good idea to keep your eyes peeled for the latest developments in the industry. If it had been a big titted loli, it would have been dangerous.

Hadley reacted as if she had been stabbed. In addition, he aimed precisely at Rene behind him in a wide(er) view.

Hadley unleashed a series of checks and balances, and Rene retreated, taking them with his red blade. In the meantime, Steve regained his position.

He thrusts, steps in, scoops up, dispels, and slams. The attacks were sharp, buffed by the poetry magic.

The two swords attacked Rene without pause, sparks flying as they fought with the red blade. I don't know how much it cost, but it looks like a high quality sword with a high quality magic applied to it, and even when it cut against the red blade, it only damaged the blade and didn't break easily.

The two of them attacked with a more than perfect combination, without even communicating with each other through eye contact, let alone words.

The emotions were strange. Like heat, or paint mixing, the 'hostility' of the attack was spreading between them.

Perhaps the power of poetic magic. Perhaps it was the power of the ”unison” option that Oswald had added to his poetry magic.

And one more.

”Holy Arrow!

Priscilla, who was waiting at a distance with Oswald, unleashed a sacred magic.

It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your time with your family.

They were singing together just now, but it doesn't seem to interfere with the use of sacred magic. It seems that Oswald is the one who maintains the poetic magic and the other three are just assisting him.

Rene bent down and poked his hand.

He morphed into a vampire and then a wolf.

Silver fur covered her sharp, clawed hands. The small body shrank further, and Rene became a silver wolf about the size of a Shiba Inu.

”Whoa, it shrunk!

Rene runs up the corridor, passing between Steve's legs in surprise. ≪The ”Holy Arrows” landed one after another and exploded behind Rene.

--The smell of holy beast blood ...... was particularly strong.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

The carrion of the undead. Human sweat. Iron. Stone. A fire burning somewhere. Snow. Water in the moat. The smell of beast. And the unappetizing smell of (non-human) blood.

The smell of blood and guts tickles Rene's nose.

The smell, drifting softly on the wind, was coming from the slit windows for shooting arrows and magic in the tower-like building ...... that is part of the city walls.

What should have been the entrance was unnaturally filled in, as if it had been painted over.

Renai had learned her lesson when she had touched Morgana's heart, so she had narrowed down the range of her emotional perception. It seems that Morgana has been taken into custody and transported to Wesara, but there is no guarantee that there is no one else who has also carved the crest.

This is why I had only deployed my emotion detection to the extent that I could find out the timing of the attack of the person in front of me, but even so, if I get this close, I can detect the emotional reaction stirring in the side protection tower. A flat, mechanical, AI-like emotional response.

--They're packing holy beasts (extra lives) in here!

This wall, as usual, draws magic power from the earth's veins to create magical defenses. The same is true for the side towers that are part of it. There are geometric lines of pale light that occasionally pulse.

Stay within the walls and you'll be safe. The extent of the damage replacement effect is unknown, but if you don't consider the holy beast as an asset, but just as an extra life, this is the best place to hide it.

”We warriors, for whose sake we rise, trample our fate.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

Hadley and Steve chase after Rene, who has closed the distance. Priscilla followed at a more leisurely pace.

Oswald comes in with a musical stride, singing loudly. It's a bit surreal in the heat of battle, though I understand that it's meant to keep the song going.

Renai returns to Dullahan's form before he can catch up.

He does not create the red blade. Instead, he took out a sword that he had stored with the magic of his ”item pouch”.

The blade, which is as beautiful as a silver ridge, emits its own blue and silver light.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

”The magic sword Tayla Ayul?

A knight of Ciel-Teira ...... or someone born into a knightly family would not mistake this sword for anything else.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've. The magic sword Teila Ayul.

It was used by the First Knight Lawrence Reinhardt and is now in the hands of Rene.

This sword boasts a bullshit cutting power and a bullshit sturdiness. If you add to that the innate swordsmanship and physical abilities of a Dullahan...

”Ahhhh!

He stepped in with his (light) weight and swung with all his might at Teila Ayul.

It's a great way to get the most out of your time and money.

”This is ridiculous!

A voice from behind shouted in astonishment.

”What!

René throws a front kick at the cut wall, and it blasts into the building, hitting something.

It's a short time before you realize that creepy men in masks and monks' robes are shooting arrows out of the slit windows.

What had been a human form a moment ago transformed into a white tiger with golden ornaments and pounced on Rene, spewing nauseating holy air. The tiger-shaped holy beast is the Death Ejector.

There were originally four of them, but one of them was lying in a pool of blood, looking eerily like something between a man and a beast.

A golden claw like a cuirass approaches. Golden fangs like part of a mask loom.

Three tigers. In Rene's hand is a blue and silver magic sword.

A sidearm. Fangs broken, mouth split open.

A vertical slash. Crack the head.

Two slashes in a row. His arm flies off in a thousand pieces.

It spins like a spinning kick as it passes you. He cuts deep into the torso.

The three injectors that had jumped at him turned into mere lumps of flesh soaked in holy air in the instant they passed Rene and rolled around, spewing blood.

I can feel more holy energy there.

”Whoops!

A dragon with a face like a golden mask was about to plunge its muzzle through the hole Rene had cut.

A pale light glowing in the back of his throat. A breath of holy air. In this closed sidewall.

--A place like this should be impervious to magic from the inside out!　≪Short Teleportation!

Rene teleported to the dark sky that looked thin beyond the chasm.

A feeling of levitation. Immediately after that.

”Gaaaaaaaah!

The Illuminator released a breath.

It blew out from the narrow space between the side towers like the steam from a boiling kettle, and lit up the night sky in white.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

It's full of holes!