Amelia was currently out of her mind.
With eyes filled with gloom, hatred, and loss. A murderer who randomly kills those who approach him.
Pushing yourself to your limit, you move forward with a staggered step, killing obstacles in front of you.
Amelia's sharp blade slices off the surviving mercenary's ear and becomes lodged in the tree.
"You guys… make everything… like that. Did you think you would be able to return alive?"
He could see Amelia slowly walking over the corpses of his comrades, her eyes filled with fear.
"Damn it! shit…! Zenjaang…!!!"
Because he saw mercenaries like him struggle and die, he could only spit out curses.
There were no mercenaries or colleagues around to help him. Because everything has already been reduced to ashes by her sword and the Red Witch's flames.
Even if I ran away from that dead woman, there was no hope.
The mercenary looked at the charred corpses with trembling hands, unable to even scream.
'The bitch called the Flame Wizard…! 'I've never even heard of someone using ice magic!!'
He came wearing an artifact that was resistant to fire, but as soon as he saw it, he casually fired ice magic at it.
It is common sense that properties that conflict with each other cannot be used.
However, before my eyes, the blood of my comrades, whose bodies were either completely burned to a black color or whose entire bodies were trapped in ice and who died without even being able to scream, was staining all the surrounding roads red.
-Teoup.
Insensitive blue eyes, sad lips. Skin that can be seen as pale due to the moonlight. Eyes like blue sapphires stand out there.
Blue eyes filled with darkness like the deep sea stared at him.
"Woo- Do you think Master Swordsman will leave your man alone even if he kills all of us!? Even if you kill me here, you will only make the leader of the Blue Hawk angry!! Even if I survive here. You will always be afraid… Ah,"
I tried to survive somehow. The mercenary soon closed his mouth.
Because Amelia stabbed the blue blade deep into his shoulder and neck.
"A million… Ugh! Even though you…!!"
"The heavenly punishment has already been well deserved.
Now that I think about it, /'unhappiness/' came back to me. Now it's your turn to get lucky. I believe so."
Her head rose higher and higher, and Amelia's hands began to tremble with such force that she was about to break her neck.
"If Hans, the unit commander, does not return, the mercenaries will naturally come after you! And the notoriety that has already spread will spread even further, and every mercenary in this entire landmass will become your enemy! Do you think you can kill all those mercenaries!?"
"…"
"Of course you guys would do something like that without thinking!! But will the man you worked so hard to protect come back alive?! no! He will be captured in a dungeon, subjected to terrible torture, and then beheaded in front of everyone!!"
At those words, Amelia's actions stopped.
However, it did not stop in a good way.
mistake.
The mercenary suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
Soon, whether or not his face was contorted in pain, Amelia lifted his head and slammed him to the floor.
"Listen carefully."
"Wow! Pfft! Wow!"
"No one, me, Yoosung, anyone! You can't even touch a fingertip. If he gets hurt… if he becomes like me… if he becomes like that…ㅡ"
With one eye facing the mercenary's eyes filled with fear and astonishment.
"Everything, everything. I will do everything I can to kill those who made him like that."
Suddenly!
With a short cutting sound, the mercenary's head and body separated and fell to the floor. Amelia casually kicked them away and knocked them to the floor.
"…Absolutely not. Stay alive. You have to stay alive. Yooseong."
He quietly stared at the path he had come from.
"No one can touch you."
Carefully caressing the bandage over one of his damaged eyes.
"Even if it's swordsmanship."
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– Jump and jump.
Normally, it would be an ambitious time to stay in the lab and move the quill pen.
Isabel gathered her thoughts as she slowly followed Amelia through the trees.
Return to Yoosung.
But what do I do when I go back?
Even if your life is at stake, it is still impossible to win.
It's like one to three cats attacking a lion.
You can never win.
However, I understand that fact rationally.
Emotionally, I want him.
It was good just once.
By his side, happily…
'Iniya, no.'
Isabel soon regained her composure and shook her head wildly.
At least you shouldn't think like that now.
But in fact, I was already thinking of a way to save him in my head.
"…"
Just one.
Transfer magic.
It's also a very high-level magic with a different texture.
It is not a short-distance transfer to simply avoid attacks, but an ultra-long-distance transfer magic that can completely escape this place.
If you set the coordinates incorrectly, you may not be able to make a sound and your body may be torn into three parts and end up trapped in a gap in space, leading to death.
But it has to be done.
This is not a choice. It was almost inevitable since I already loved him and decided to save him.
Ultimately, in order to create a new transfer magic, the basic properties of magical power must be changed.
Trying to use such ultra-long-distance transfer magic without knowing how to create magical properties for transfer is like trying to shoot an arrow without an arrow.
The basis of all magic is understanding the nature of magical power.
If you really want to be specific, the magic of hiding engraved on Yooseong is of a general type. In terms of properties, it has no properties.
However, the higher the level goes, the higher it becomes. It will become more precise, and its proficiency will increase, eventually allowing it to hide itself perfectly.
In fact, it is the ability to recognize and change the basic characteristics of magical power yourself. She had a hard time at first because it wasn't written in any textbook and everyone had different opinions at the Magic Tower. This is because each wizard, battle wizard, and others have different ways of realizing and feeling the characteristics of magical power.
In addition, having to use transfer magic, which very few people already use, is a headache.
Of course, I thought it was possible because I had researched the characteristics of transfer magic several times.
Because I obtained the magic power attribute, which is the most difficult level 1.
And the current problem was the second stage, planning the technique.
'…But this was studied for short-range use… Then I have no choice but to change the technique completely.'
Isabelle quickened her pace.
I have already learned all the modifications to magic techniques.
There are a total of five stages in using magic using magical power: sensation, induction, magic, calculation, and manifestation. If you follow these five steps in order and succeed in the final manifestation, you will be able to properly handle magic.
The problem started with the technique.
A wizard who mainly uses fire. Because it had the disadvantage of being difficult to specialize in other attributes.
However, Isabel does not insist on the standard method of developing magic.
What first taught Isabel magic was not a textbook, ink, or a strict teacher's instructions.
It was a thirst that was parching my throat, and frostbite that was turning my hands and feet dark. It was a club wielded by goblins, drooling, driven by hunger and sexual desire following the endless exploitation by thieves and brigands.
How she felt magic as a child and how she was called a genius.
I couldn't drink or eat anything for several days. While knocking on the tightly closed warehouse door asking for help, I fell to the floor like trash from exhaustion. Wasn't it a time when I just called my mother endlessly?
Beyond just cold and hunger. Just before reaching death.
The fear that suddenly comes along with the feeling of finally dying. He unleashed her sixth sense called magical power. That was when Isabel first felt the magic.
A person with talent. I realized my magical powers through such an extreme method. Of course, I was able to live with better magical power sensitivity. Through that experience, even now, I can assure you that she is better than anyone else when it comes to feeling magical power.
Among fire wizards, it seems likely that there will be one or two people who can manipulate ice even if you look across this vast kingdom.
Usually, talented people use quill and ink. Meet an outstanding teacher and learn about magic.
And even magic masters are usually between the ages of 8 and 9 when they feel that magical power.
On the contrary, Isabel first felt magical power when she was only about four years old.
He felt the magical power, which is usually developed at the age of 12, as much as 8 years earlier.
It's been about 17 years since I started making alcoholic beverages.
More than half of Isabelle's life has passed.
And even if steps 3 and 4 are resolved.
Among ultra-high-level magic, a certain price must be paid in order to manifest transfer magic that exists in a special area.
The reason Isabel had always ignored it and would never use this method.
'…I'm giving up on the spell I'm currently making.'
In normal magic, there is absolutely no demerit like this.
It's just that transfer magic is special.
Of course, it will be much faster than when we first studied it.
It will decrease from 17 years to about 9 years.
However, on the other hand, it meant that she had to devote the entire nine years of her life to recovering her skills.
Isabel stopped walking.
What is the most important thing within yourself?
What choice should I make that I won't regret?
The answer was fixed.
The first person to acknowledge magic.
A person who treated others fairly without discriminating against them.
A person who is kind and ultimately decides to throw down his own life rather than someone else's.
I know that he too is afraid of being sick. Because there is no one who is not afraid of death.
Even her hands trembled when she heard the name swordsmith. What did he think when he said he would deal with him in person?
Actually, from the beginning…-
'-…You could have sacrificed me.'
He must have known.
It just didn't work.
He didn't kill himself.
Didn't break the circuit.
In the end, it is now his property.
He was willing to risk his life.
Even if it is to save the warrior who is his lover. I never once told her to deal with a swordsman.
Never overdo it.
From that moment on, Isabelle's life was already at stake. It was like being pawned in his hands.
What is it like not being able to create magic that is recognized by others?
I feel a hundred times, a thousand times more happy and happy that he acknowledges me. I think I would be infinitely happier if you hugged me.
The reason why I was addicted to magic in the past. I just wanted to prove my worth.
But right now, the only person who recognizes the value in front of us is in danger. A precious person is in danger. The life of a precious man who will never be seen again is in danger.
A man who already has a big place in my heart.
For him… anything
"…You can do it."
Asabel rolled up her sleeves, looking like she had made an important decision.
And then, as if to prove that the magic is disappearing.
A hot flame burned behind her.
But it wasn't sad.
It wasn't in vain.
Being able to save Yoosung. That I can be of some help. Because I was feeling great joy more than anything else.