Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

As we approached with horses, the battle had already begun.

There is a fierce war going on.

At first it was thought that the smaller number of caravans were at a disadvantage, but unexpectedly they are fighting well.

The caravan's escorts had magicians, and it seems they have magic swordsmen.

"I don't know if I needed backup."

And, for a moment, I thought, while I was thinking that way, one avant-garde warrior, had received the axe of a bandit decently and had fallen into it.

- Looks like we still need backup.

I start the usual magic, Impact chant.

Is this magical advantage easy to add or subtract?

The magic of "Fireball" or something like that will take the other person's life if you do poorly, but I don't want to waste a lot of life if possible.

Even if they were bandits, I didn't want to take their lives.

Blow the bandit waving the axe up again with the magic of "Impact".

Bandits blow up to a dozen meters away.

Then cast the magic of the Barrier on the man of the escort who is about to be put up with a spear.

The bandit's spear curves.

Seeing the sight, the bandits, the caravan people, both sides were surprised.

The bandits said, "Who are you?" He asks.

The escorts of the caravan will make a similar statement of thrust.

…………

I have often been silent because I had trouble answering.

I just can't keep my name up.

The merchants will be confused if they don't know if I'm on their side or the enemy.

I thought about it and picked out the words to say.

"- He's just a magician passing by. Do a scalpel by righteousness. Of course, it's the merchants who help with the machetes."

Hearing it, the merchant's escorts relieve themselves.

The bandits raise their voices of anger, saying, "Fuck yes."

The battle resumed at the same time as the words.

Again, I hear the sound of crossing swords.

I took down the bandits as easily as I could, but I notice someone coming this way along the way.

When a man, supposedly captain of the escort, comes beside me as he sweeps away his enemies, he asks looking at the bandits.

"I don't know who it is, but thank you. I'll never forget this favor."

"I hope that life doesn't end here."

When I say that, I will do the Grant Magic to the captain of the convoy.

"... What's this?

"It's just a gift magic."

"This is the granting magic?

"What? Is this the first time you've seen this?

"- No, because my people have magicians, too. I just don't really think your grant magic is the same grant magic. It's as light as if the sword were a feather."

Besides, the captain goes on.

"With this sword, I feel like even rocks can be torn apart"

With that said, the captain set his aim on a heavily armed man among the bandits and hung up on the man.

As foretold, he was slitting thick armor like paper.

Seeing that, I raise my voice of admiration.

After all, the escorts of these caravans seem to be quite a bunch of handlers.

At first I thought I would even slaughter a bandit with the magical power of its granting, but on the contrary I started handing it down.

He fights with as much care as possible to take his fighting power away from him, taking care not to be fatally injured.

It's an imitation that untrained humans can't do.

When I saw the sight, I thought.

I no longer need to lend you any more help,...

More than half of the bandits were already incapable of fighting.

Later, he'll start running away in a few minutes.

War is with us, but we will kill each other until we are all destroyed.

If the will to fight is shredded, he escapes.

That was the basis of the battle.

The man who appears to be the leader of the bandits shouts out loud.

"You guys, we're going backwards!

Perhaps it was the bandit-headedness that didn't use the word "escape".

If you want to escape, that's fine, but I even bought a helper knife and got out.

It was kind of a shame to miss the enemy general here.

I thought so. I chant the magic of Binding.

A yellow plant wrapped in magic tangles around a man's feet.

"Hey, what's this?

"It's the magic of Binding."

And I just want to tell you, let's make that another time.

For now, we should focus on treating the injured.

I'll start with the escorts of the caravan.

Recovery magic is not my domain, but I can do it first aid for now.

I'll block the shoulder wound of the guard who got the bandit axe decent earlier.

I got the axe right.

It was crushed to the bone, but I wanted to just stop the bleeding as an immediate procedure.

Next time, I'll do some magic on the bandits, too.

Of course, with the rope tied up, though.

A voice of condemnation was raised from the escorts who were injured by their companions.

I think it's natural.

It's just, again, if you die like this, you don't wake up well.

Besides, these guys shouldn't have liked it and become bandits either.

The vast majority of the bandits had a set end and market for peasants who had trouble eating.

If the times are the times, do you inherit farmland from your parents and work normally, or do you even live as an artisan?

Anyway, you must not have been a bandit or anything.

I feel so sorry for you when I think about it.

I guess this is what Cephiro often calls "sweetness".

With that in mind, there was someone calling out to me when I was on the lookout for the bandits.

At first I thought Satti had come.

Because the voices were similar.

It was the voice of a callous girl.

But soon I realize that the bearer of that voice is not Sati.

Satti obeys my orders.

If I order you to "look east," you're the girl who will keep that order for five or ten years.

You must still be laying low on the grass.

That's why there's no way you can talk to me.

I thought so. I turn in the direction of my voice.

It was a beautiful girl there.

It's a girl in a white dress.

Graceful clothes, as worn by the noble lady, do not resemble a bloody battlefield.

In fact, the hem of her dress skirt was painted on the mud.

I guess I'm not assuming I'm going out in the open.

The point is, this girl is a pretty handsome girl.

Just look at the clothes you're wearing, just look at their standing, and I could imagine that.

Besides, if you look closely, the carriage nearby doesn't seem to belong to the caravan either.

It is made more rationally if it belongs to the caravan.

The carriage was clearly a sumptuous creation made for your ride.

When I saw them, I thought.

(Maybe I've helped people unexpectedly)

and -.

There are no nobles in Zenobia, which can be considered the capital of this trade union.

However, there are no nobles, but there are beings to replace them.

That was the big merchant.

Zenobia is ruled by the great merchants.

Is it a political system called 'republican' if we say it in a modern way?

I mean, when it comes to what you're trying to say, isn't she the daughter of the 'that' big merchant?

From her stature, her language, I guessed so, but the guesswork was firing a target.

On the contrary, more words can be uttered from her mouth than imagined.

"I don't know who you are, but thank you very much for joining us."

She bowed her head respectfully and went on like this.

"- I'm late for my offer, but my name is Yulia Octave. I am the leader of this Zenobian alliance. She is the daughter of Eltoria Octave."

Seeing the poor girl, I thought.

Maybe a girl named Satie is a goddess who brings me luck.

Without her words, I wouldn't have made such a lucky tour here.

That's what I thought, I bowed my head respectfully and gave back in order to make the most of the good fortune I had grabbed.

"Good to meet you, Miss Julia, I'm a magician from Ismas... called Lyke"

"Are you from Ismas? Sounds like you have great magic, but are you a nobleman?

Julia asks.

I affirm.

I named myself from Ismas because Rosalia and Zenobia were friends of the dog monkeys, so I didn't name the real name Ike because I was wary for once.

Today, the activity of the Immortal Brigade is echoing across the continent.

It would be too dangerous to name your real name.

However, I noticed after I named him, but I thought the name Lyke worked sarcasm, too.

It's a word Basteo used before when he insulted me, the leader of the Third Legion.

It is a pseudonym that has appeared, but anyway, I have to go through it with this name for a while, as long as I have named it Lyke.

Let's at least, through her, decide to call her Ryke until we meet with the Zenobian ally Octave.

With that in mind, I decided to head to Zenobia, as recommended by her.