Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

- I thought about lending a hand to the aristocratic kid, etc., because there is no such thing, I simply feel that way.

For me, nobility is the abomination that killed my family.

It's not what I found out about that kid, and that's why I couldn't hesitate to get my hands on the job of capturing the aristocratic kid.

My thoughts haven't changed since then.

But still, I guess I was willing to move this way because I had a hang-up.

That word that kid said, "I want to help".

I did feel that way about that voice I uttered then.

I want to help my family.

I want to help my sister.

I want to accomplish something I couldn't.

Because it was definitely there.

So just a little bit, the conscience that was being driven to the corner of my heart, just said it made a scene.

I thought I'd help you.

I thought I'd help you.

That's how you make excuses for your own mind.

It doesn't mean I was bonded by temporary love.

It's not like it's a sin.

My sentence has expired. The atonement for the sins committed is over, and such work is already dusty in the first place.

Despite the fact that the reasons remain unclear, I guess it's still my temporary lost temper to do this -

The aristocratic kid... Arcs Laceft tries to get out of the cell.

Shaking her fluffy silver back hair, she punched her red eyes, busy and tiny. So, the color of the eyes is also worn, and the child rabbit is whispered?

The clothes you are wearing belong to the noble boy, but on his back, which is clear from his standing behavior and tricks, it gives him a sense of a common atmosphere somewhere.

I just think that's the common people themselves, such as the mess of the way they talk.

It even makes me feel like I'm having a conversation with a neighbor's kid.

So somewhere, easy to talk to.

"Hey, wait a minute"

…… What's the matter with you?

"I have something to take"

That's what I say, keep Arcs waiting, and take the blanket replacement cloth that was on the bed.

Then Arcs leaned his neck in surprise.

"What are you gonna do about it?

"Ma, a lot"

Make sure the answer is appropriate and ask first.

"So? You, you know exactly what the structure here is?

"No, that's not it at all"

So, Arcs shows a laugh that deludes the faults.

I can't forbid you to sigh at all the hitting of this boy... but sometimes this is normal because he just got here.

"... I guess so. I think I've seen it on the road, but there's a stuffing of guards here every third floor. The number of people packed at all times is between five and seven. The guards are also full of stamped and hardened men and selected magicians. One or two of us won't have anything to deal with, but when we can come together, we can't get our hands on it."

"That's right..."

"If we're going to break through the front, we're going to have to deal with around fifty people with less quotes."

A solid number, but this would be the reasonable line.

Then Arcs makes his cheeks pull on what he thought.

"Shit... not enough magic at all"

"How many times can you use magic?

"Eh, ten times of medium-sized magic... and then we have to storm the aristocratic mansion of the example. I don't want to use it as much as possible, do I?

"That's not enough. Not enough at all.... less magic than I thought before? I have the impression that a magical soldier's kid has magic like an asshole."

"............ I'm pretty low on magic. So, obsolete."

Arcs drops his shoulder and drops the item. Apparently, I've touched something delicate. Arcs is just getting dark faced and drooling over bumps and words, beginning and ending to spit out even disturbing words such as "That fucking father won't forgive me" and "The Laceft family smashes me".

"Your only... no, including a woman's face is two drawbacks"

"Sorry......"

"Ha. There's no cuteness without one or two flaws"

When I say that and grab the root and lift it up to my eyes, I swell my face dissatisfied and stretch out my hands and legs like a kitten caught by a parent cat.

"I don't want to be told on the bad guys side"

"Better than Doss's unfriendly face, right?

While making such a strange statement, combined with the state of Arcs, he gave the facts in a terminal manner.

"Even with my magic, it's almost half as good as I can take it down."

"Um, how about we make a little fire noise and get into that gap?

"Don't come up with such an out-of-the-box thing a lot about noble kids. Isn't that an M.O. for a fire robber?"

"Ah, haha..."

Arcs is a deluded laugh that hides the badness of the bat.

Sure, it's not a bad means, but that's a story if it's not here.

"Fire is the usual means, too, but I can't do it here. Look at the wall."

"This is it."

Concon.

"That's right. I think I know, but this place is a mon built in the days of [Mages' Ground Song] except for the added one. I can't break it, and it's almost impossible to light..."

That's what I'm going to say, and I'm going to see Arcs' face.

"Can you?" He turned his gaze to ask so, but it just didn't seem possible that far, and shook his head to the side.

Anything.

"If I could reproduce a plasma jet or something, I could do it."

Apparently.

... circumstantially stuck, but Arcs doesn't seem willing to give up,

"First, let's get to where we can go"

"Go. What are you gonna do? If you hadn't thought about it, things would be worse than being here, huh?

"I have an idea, too. First of all, there's nothing you can do about not moving and checking the structure here."

"Hmm? Well, then, okay"

I guess. What you're doing is just a hit, but I don't think you have a plan at all. Basically, a magician is something that hides his/her hands.

Make a number of magic that corresponds to the place, don't usually show it, and keep it when you have to.

That can't be what this boy didn't do.

At the point of setting up a noble house first, we should have the means to control it.

... No, seriously.

"... hey, by the way, if you can't put the life of a guard in your account, will it be easy to get out?

"Well, it's closed to good shape. If you're motivated, if you make magic that even poison gas creates -"

"Ah? What do you make?

"It's like poison gas... poison that blends into the air. If you inhale it, you will faint. When you go to a volcano or a mine, there's gonna be people who feel bad and fall, right? Oh, the mighty one."

Indeed, I occasionally hear stories of people falling and not dying where they said so.

"Whatever it is, it's not impossible. It's a kid."

"No, I won't. Absolutely. Whatever it takes. That's too brutal. I don't want to carry a massacre or anything like that without looking."

"When you do."

"... well, I have to be pressed."

I see. I guess that means I'm prepared to weigh my sister and others.

You mean the military kid, no matter what I say?

... the passage illuminated with brilliant glass is as bright as day and the walls feel well bleached.

When you leave the cell and head towards those with the stairs, the sinners who are imprisoned in the other cells start making noise.

The words "Let us out, too," "Take me with you," and "I can't get out anyway," and "The guards are busting me and I'm done," just like myself, fly in.

Running that on my ass, I hear footsteps as soon as I can.

Apart from ourselves, there is no way that the inmates will walk out.

Naturally, it would be a patrol guard.

"Customer number one."

"I guess there's up to the dozens..."

Hide at the corner of the aisle first with Arcs, who begins to worry about the long way.

Kill your breath as you go, and it's hard to predict when you'll meet with the guards.

"- Argol's handy cloth. A rabbit, a deer, and a bunny. Getting rounded up and locked up and quiet in the moment '

A cloth spread together with magic letters (Griff Arts) instantly encloses and tightens the upper body of the guard.

- [Argol's Cloth Calming Act]

The guards are wrapped in cloth, so their voices don't squeak.

Running into tears does not strip the spellbound cloth.

Eventually the guard lost his mind.

"Heh, that's unusual magic, huh?

"Don't you say that. You do.... after seeing your magic, I'm interested in magic that uses other things."

"The quote is from the Spirit Age. A week of farmer Argol. Hunting Tuesday."

"... you're right"

Just hearing the spell derives the exact text in which book and in which verse you cited it.

Is it the amount of knowledge that should be feared? Even magic school graduates, those who passed the guild exam, this is not how it works. If knowledge is all you need, can you say that you are already a skilled magician?

"Why were you so clever at making magic?

"It's a lot of stuff. Besides, that's the first time I've seen a job come around."

"Well, if you say so, you said something about your first job back then."

"Did I say that?

"Said so."

"I don't remember you well."

"I have a good memory. I can tell you all the conversations the three of us had back then."

"... really. What kind of head are you?"

I feel half eaten by excellence. Feel the bitterness and spiciness and stick out your tongue.

Comprehension for magical knowledge. In addition to the idea of jumping through, I've had this memory.

If magic was now a monster, it would have been entertained as a hero's return.

I don't know why heaven didn't give me that much talent.

"- Hey! Is there someone there!?

Staying on the field, the voices of the other guards fly from the end of the aisle.

Well, how do we cut through next?

With that in mind, Arcs suddenly screamed.

"Help me! All of a sudden the guards are down!

"What!?

Footsteps approaching.

Arcs, on the other hand, pulls the fainted guard out to where he can see it and begins to pretend to help.

The guards who rushed naturally got lost in judgment.

Keep the situation invisible.

Should I help my people?

Or should I tie Arcs up?

Is Arcs, a child in the first place, a sinner?

The contents of the stray, more or less, would be that.

In that gap, set up [Argol's Cloth Calming Act] just like earlier from across.

The guards faint without a trick, but they fold.

"You guys! What are you doing!!

Other guards, who came late, storm this way with a wand for control.

Are you strengthening your physical abilities by means of engraving weapons? Moves faster than I thought.

Peel the cloth from the defeated guard, but don't you make it?

"Shit."

"Leave it to me."

That's what Arcs says and gets on his knees, taking the form of a finger pointed at the guard.

And a spell chant (bump).

The guards, on the other hand, only saw themselves - they didn't consider Arcs a threat, so naturally they lag behind in their reaction.

Could be,

"- Black bullets. It blinks like a Reaper and drives down a pale horse that can fly. '

Suddenly, something sounds like a rupture.

"Gah!?

As soon as he did, an armed man fell like he was stuck in something.

What happened, the guard rolls down the aisle and then starts to get bored holding his leg.

On the white floor of the sealing tower, the red of blood was slowly spreading.

- Come on.

It was the unspeakable cold that stained my back.

I don't know what happened.

No, because I don't know, is this scary?

It was not magic that affected passageways and spaces.

Then there is no doubt that the earlier magic is offensive magic.

Nonetheless, I didn't see what attacked the guards.

"Sorry, because the magic of treatment will heal you properly"

Arcs whispered so to the stuffy groaning guard, monkey the handkerchief he had, tied his hand behind his back, and immediately turned this way and gaveled.

It prompts me to escape.

I turned around gently as I ran down the aisle.

Behind you, the guards are in pain.

... When Arcs used magic, there was a distance.

And suddenly fell.

I did see a small circular scar on my leg.

I'm not sure what I did.

…………

So far, I've seen a lot of magic. Massive magic used by magic school students, lecturers, and leading wizards in the country. Various types.

But not that one. Nothing. Totally different.

Something more, something far away, that cannot be reproduced with current knowledge.

And then, [Reaper's Zebra] [Pale Horse], those are idioms I can't remember in my ears.

Ask Arcs as he runs down the aisle.

"... hey, what the hell was that magic earlier?

"That's my original too... though the bath is a little bad"

That's what Arcs says, and he seems dissatisfied with it for some reason.

"Original... don't say"

The original magic is something that not many others will see. Because there is a slight chance that it will be imitated, I will keep it a secret until it is here.

Still, it will only show if it has no special effect even if it is seen.

Imitation of earlier magic... no, no fear of it.

That magic is something you can't see the magical reality of.

I don't know what I did. So I can't wake it up to my imagination, and nobody can reproduce it.

Magic tends to emphasize spell combinations, but imagination is also tested.

Without a good imagination, magic would not be stable, and casting the same spell would not be the same magic if imagination did not follow.

... Honestly, this guy is outrageous.

I also felt chilly about the kid over there, but the kid over here has another scare.

I'm here. In this way, what strange crooks make up things by means of which I don't know.

... I got off about the 10th floor using magic, but stopped once because Arcs consumed half of the total magic.

We cannot afford to be cluttered, but we must adopt another measure than we have been unable to move the same way before.

Criminals in jail are also making noise when they see themselves. It varies from telling me to let it out, trying to pull my legs, but if I were to be long, I would hear this noise and a guard would climb up from below.

Reinforcements are not coming because we haven't let one escape yet, but we don't even know how long we can keep doing that.

Explore the surroundings as you hide yourself.

Footsteps were still ringing from the end of the aisle.

You're here.

"Hmm. Even so, why aren't the guards coming together from earlier?

"Because you think sinners are simply calling, don't you? I only think about it to the point where it would be quiet if I yelled, so only one or two guards come to see how it goes. But"

"You mean the more you go down there, the more guards you'll have"

The guard who came next, he said, felt this sign or he was on guard.

Quite agile.

I don't get my head out of the bend right away.

Well, what do we do? Thinking about that,

"- Is that you there, Arcs?

The guard called the name of Arcs to the lid.

And with honor.

Immediately, Arcs controls it by hand.

"... is that Noah?

Apparently, I knew him.

The person shows up from the corner and affirms Arcs' words: "Yes."

Removing the engraved helmet, the guard's gear, revealed a beauty rarely seen in your eyes.

A beautiful young lady who won't leave her alone.

It has a neat vibe that is exactly like a noble squire.

"First of all, you're safe."

"Oh. Thanks. But the plan's not good."

"Crave, I've already told you, you'll be able to move there as well. But it's not going to be a reassuring situation."

"Right...... so why is Noah here?

"I was exploring the mansion, and I saw Arcs being taken out, and I tailed the mercenaries here. He came in anticipating the opportunity."

"You used to put this in a lot."

"Yes, all of a sudden, the guards are thinner."

But that's crazy.

"What? Got thin? What the hell? This isn't such an easy place to have fewer guards, is it?

Pointing out the strange part, the youth come with a look of surprise.

…… Master Arcs, what about this man?

"Uh, what kind of collaborator to get out of it?

"From what I've seen, it looks like a prisoner?

"You're right, you're a prisoner. It's been two years since my sentence expired."

When the tongue comes out, the young man wonders about this rhetoric, or he frowns in surprise again.

"... are you trustworthy?

"When this happens, I'm already behind on trust and stuff. You'd better have one collaborator."

"It's Kazy."

"... my name is Noah. Arcs, I'm your squire."

We name each other easily, but Noah and I won't be relieved of our guard.

Then, when Arcs,

"If you care, be careful with Noah."

"... you have trouble letting anything happen at all?

My uncle told me he'd leave everything to me.

"Oh... I'd like to block your mouth now, Crave, at that time"

"You're struggling."

"It's true. As much as I'd like you to treat me separately."

"Who's the one who's enjoying it?"

Arcs points his finger, but the young man called Noah is still a face.

Apparently, it is the Lord and his people who feed him.

But the only thing that doesn't really fall is...

"It's snug and thin..."

"Yes, about half of the officials in charge of this place suddenly give instruction or something, outside the facility."

"Ha..."

What an opportunity. I've never heard of it before, such as when it's a lesson here.

Much appreciated though the heavenly difference.

"Did you bribe the Spirit?

"I've never prayed or offered anything at all."

That's it.

"But you don't have time to be long, do you?

After all, they're gathering guards upstairs who've detected the anomaly.

It's faint, but the footsteps are ringing.

Besides, it looks like an organization this time.

Pull into the closest room for now.

"I was able to get into the corner, but that's not going to work."

"Noah, what breaks through from the front?

"... that's hard. If you take that long, I don't think it's impossible. I guess there's more to this, huh?

"Oh. Then it's dismissed. Shh... Kazu. Any windows around here?

"Window? Then it should be in the back of this floor... wouldn't you tell me to pass on the outer wall or something?

"No way. I'm just sorry for climbing without a lifeline."

"So what do you do?

"It's..."

... like this, when you get stuck.

- We're flying.

What Arcs said was that I don't know.