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After the full set of armoured steel melted and covered her entire body, the massive tree monster began to move towards Cedany and swallowed her inside. Interestingly, the giant monster also seemed to be amalgamating with steel and slowly and gradually shrinking, as if giving it the same set of armour, but differently.
"Ha! I will definitely ask her what she calls that kind of spell!" Roe spoke enthusiastically.
Only this time, however, after finally witnessing her great new armour integration. Everyone can see that there is a solid blue crystal in the centre of her forehead onto which she is wearing a vivid dark green helmet connected with multiple slender branches and leaves that appears to be protecting her head. The vines that appear to be alive are wobbling from her head to the back of her body, similarly like a beast that crawls on the ground. The metals on her shoulders are like thin blades hanging down to her waists and the breastplate looked like there are two hands embracing her, and the piece of armour attached to the bottom of it is now designed like stacked vines and leaves that protect the midriff and hips.
"No, you 're definitely not! I honestly think that's going to take a severe impact on her magic power eventually. She's doing risky and dangerous transitions from one spell to another! You 'll agree you 're definitely not going to inconvenience the resting lady even if it's a real monster, are you?
In a flash of an eye, Arabella dismissed his thought. After she quickly replied, she pushed her wavy hair to the back of her shoulder, adjusting her pointed, big hat. I looked back at the huge raised platform, still with the particularly large chainmail covering the entire stage partially hindering our view of all its transformation, and I watched her further integrate with the hideous monster.
The objects attached to the back of her gauntlets was what first caught my attention. The left side looks like a longsword similar to the one she bore before she raised a massive tree creature with a tiny buckler. I've heard that it's used to intercept specific assaults, whether from near range weapons or projectiles such as arrows. I've seen one from our town before, but Sir Lyol doesn't use it, so I've never had a chance to see how it was used properly.
Besides that, it looks like thin, intertwined steel wings at the back of her right gauntlet. It consists of several flattened sheet metal, which is joined end-to-end by rings to help form a powerful and flexible chain, which I believe is simply called a whip and is used for slashing or piercing an opponent.
"I agree with Arabella. However, please shut your mouths. Keep an eye on how the instructor reacts to her movement. He's not just an instructor for nothing."
And I admit, Pomell really is something else. He could take up the mantle of being a figurehead, and he appears to fit. So while the instructor clenches for his swords as he prepares for Cedany's next attack, she still doesn't think about moving. Truth be told, it's taking so long, and if I were the instructor, I 'd take advantage of this moment and launch an attack on her first.
"Hey! Loverboy! Don't worry about her. She can handle herself" said Arabella who kept teasing me. I don't know if I've made a very strange expression on my face that Roe had to give me a pat on my head that smiled creepily, but he tapped my head twice.
After a while, it looked like the instructor and Cedany was having a conversation, and because we're far enough away not to further hear what they're talking about. Cedany swept her blade whip and charged the professor, but he leapt backwards to avoid his charging weapon. I genuinely believe it does a tremendous amount of damage if you can't stop such an attack.
"Now that I realized it, she stopped using magic spells the moment she invoked the tree monster, except the integration of it. Is she no longer able to use spells? "I was speaking to Arabella who can't seem to hide her shock.
"I have no idea at all. While we use the same weapon, her area of expertise is considerably more complex than mine. After all, I can't use summoning spells. "she answered back.
Pomell said that even though it brings them under the same sphere of wizardry, these magics are totally different from each other. Every branch of magic can be said to be a rare gift. Only one in a hundred of them seem to be able to yield. That's why particular consideration is being provided to them. Also, being able to do so does not guarantee that your children will be able to do it anyway.
"Impact shield!"
On his knees, he was able to guard against Cedany's blade whip while blocking the attack on the vines that were hanging from his head. Yeah, that's not just an embellishment, eh. Since it can move, it makes more sense to use it to assault the enemy.
"It can become a formidable weapon if you have a lot of opponents," I muttered.
"You are right. It could be. However, she draws a great deal of mana from the surrounding and if you say that it is unlimited, how can we say that it will not deplete this area's mana?" Pomell answered.
"Huh?!"
Damn, it's going to be about the same scenario all over again from the Fae domain, huh. I mean, I don't mind secretly helping her, but it's going to be a difficult situation if someone notices me supplying my mana to her.
"Gale blades!"
"That can't be good," Arabella said with a worried look.
While the instructor is fending off the unpredictable and dangerous vines by whipping and slashing it, the crystal is beginning to strip off its glow and the light blue crystal is beginning to fade. She runs up to the instructor and pulls the longsword out of her left hand and shoves it, but as he strikes, she manages to avoid using the buckler.
"The instructor has taken into account this was a war of attrition," Pomell answered.
"W ... what about?! Is she in trouble, eh guys? "Thea clenched her gemstone with both of her hands toward her chest and shrugged her shoulders slightly.
"No, but he can't stop," Pomell answered.
"What?! This is so dangerous. What the hell am I trying to join?" I thought.
"He can't just call off Cedany 's assessment. It's got to have a victor. It has to be a stalemate of oneself. Wonderful news about you, gemstone bearers, you 're going to get a different kind of appraisal.
A young man with a light, blond hair with blue, calm eyes approached us and decided to respond to her. He has almost the same face as the guy who intimidated us in the identification hall, and he also has that sense of superiority, because someday he 's going to be a gallant knight.
"Hey!" Roe interjected.
"Apologies about earlier with my twin brother. I am Alvin. We're from the house of Peyton's."
I chose not to respond to him and to his opinion about the gemstone bearers. I know it's just going to be rude for me to have to speak directly to that. Besides, he only replied why the instructor could not stop the assessment. I do think this is a risky "mock battle" for young people like us. Too much, even if it's for prestige, it's just to evaluate which class we 're going to end up in, not to try to fight to the death. They don't just take their reputations dragging to the ground by surrendering.
Still, the fight is not over yet. The vines from Cedany 's back now all point to the instructor and the steel blade that she uses as a whip is straightened out and looks like a long sword. She ran to him, and the instructor appears like he's going to attack her, but a funny thing has happened. She stopped halfway, and the armour she's wearing is now shifting back to the long, strong sword she's used earlier.
The chainmail that covered this whole podium earlier is gradually withdrawing to the tracks, meaning that it is no longer dangerous. Some of the men carrying crystal orbs are now approaching them and probably starting to heal her physically exhausted tiny body, and the instructor screamed and laughed.
"This is a battle worthy of the name of House Longsword! HA HA HA"
His voice reverberated all over the entire area, and we quickly rushed over with Pomell's signal. Cedany was lying down, relaxing her tired body and laughing. She was trying to get up, but the instructor stopped her and said, "Rest now, young warrior!
"Yes, grandfather!" she said.
Since she was healed by the young clerics. She was taken to the tent as a resting place beside the bannisters, where we can see her. Although she can walk now, she's not allowed to move so much that her body can get sore. We were able to approach her, not mindful of the next battle since the instructor had chosen someone from the Knights apprentices.
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†††While the cheers went a lot wilder than the time she ascended the platform. Everyone on the Mage Division team did not mind the loud clapping and cheering from the viewing audience when Thea suddenly and without warning placed her hand next to Cedany's body when she aptly called for her spell and yelled, "Mystical healing!""It's really great to have someone from the gemstone class to cast healing magic!" she said."Yeah! You should've seen her watching so worried sick about you!" Roe replied teasing Thea.Thea did not respond to his teasing, but Arabella eventually came up to us, removed her protruding silly hat, placed her hands on her hips, and officially started to grimace furiously towards Cedany."You are a fool, really. Changing your magic wand with that big sword? How could you possibly—?"Bella!—"Arabella turned her head and lifted her right hand to Pomell, who was attempting to stop her."I'm not done with—! Ugh. No matter how desperately you try to pretend to be a magic
†††"Does that mean that we're limited to just one element and if we're lucky enough, we can get two? Is that correct?" I asked apprehensively.
†††"Sixth Sense. Weapon Enhancement: Wind boost!"
†††"Holy Gods!" †††"Is he also using element manipulation specializing in wind magic?" I asked. †††On the warm and windy early morning within that wide courtyard of their huge mansion there stood a beautiful young lady whose absurd, thick, fiery red hair was loosened, waving in the rhythm of the clear and muggy sky, leaning on a willow tree, most of which surrounded a short, bright green yet lush lawn, crouching and gazing at her tall staff with a truly speInto The Unknown World Chapter 31. The Mock Battles | Part VIII
Into The Unknown World Chapter 32. The scent | I
†††Long before she learned this magic spell, she has already wanted to work hard to increase the flow of magic by using her staff. Luckily, she's been able to grasp what this lovely scent is called, and that's what affects her magical ability. It usually tends to overpower her sense of smell and transforms independently as it engages to other elements she's attempting to create. Then, after it has been shaped effectively, a harmonious fragrance is released based on its intent.
†††Golden goblets, golden candlesticks, golden tableware and even golden bookshelves. Glittering things decorating the chamber, those are the only things that could make a nobleman extremely happy. An opulent state that earthly people are f
Despite the nobles' seeming unjustified trepidation of the upcoming clash between the King and the audacious young man who rattled the throne room, people gathered in the most expansive royal courtyard ever.Although Archmage Varthos and General Damascus arrived in front of the King at the same point in time, they took turns greeting him. The elderly Archmage swiftly declared his purpose as they bowed slightly to show respect before proceeding to the small tent."Your Majesty," he whispered discreetly. "The offenders are on their way." The elderly appear to be delighted with what must be done with these pathetic people."Hmm. You appear to be pleased." The King flashed a smile. "Excellent." Looking intently at the young man holding a wooden staff. Thinking about how he kept
'Master, please utilize the spells I prepared for you,' Sprigg said, the last time he spoke to him telepathically. In conclusion, she has already considered this and is bracing herself for a confrontation with His Majesty, the King of Ardun. While he is probably still trying to recover from the breathtaking landscape of such an enchanting corridor covered with enormous paintings of people, he has been placed in a situation where he no longer has to retreat for his current life. This is a truly horrible fate, he thought. Why does he constantly wind up in this type of peril, he wondered. He gets to view the magnificent settings brought about by the miracles of magic, but a ridiculous manner of setting it off is eschewed. “Please tread cautiously, Archmage,” Eschel cautioned, astounded. Even though he is still bowing in the rear, Le
“Be thankful that this cultured one will demonstrate his strength to your helpless mortal. Wouldn't you agree that this new generation can provide so much from the ground up?” Declared the expanding shadow hovering just above the King's head as he gazed down at the lovely lady in a brown cloak. “All right, let's get started.” It paused and continued, nastily grinning, "King, take them all and have fun." “Coven of miasma,” the King stated quietly. A massive flood of black, tainted fog then attempted to envelop the whole throne hall. As it waded through every nook and corner, it liberated itself. From the perspective of a master, this is a daring and intelligent action. However, it was halted by an unknown force at the huge wooden door where the lovely lady and the young man were. It ceased dispersing as if it had chosen at random not to follow its conjurer.
†††It took a moment for everyone to shift their gazes from the aristocracy that had gathered only a breath away from the King's pedestal. These nobility fidgeted once more after the man behind Lemure's back in a long brown robe handed the present as an offering to the Knight near the General.This demonstrates that they may have liked the way in which he is behaving.Gifts are important and relevant for aristocracy, but they are not something to be praised for. Fortunately, this particular King did not consider gifting nobles to be necessary. Their attention was drawn mostly to the young man dressed modestly and the lady who was clearly not his lady in waiting.The old man with the hideous scar
†††If it is correct and accurate, seeking the right answer to all of my questions is guiding me from one destination to another. And, for that matter, I need to reconsider how I can devote my life to anything appropriate for this personal quest. Having said that, I'd really like to get rid of my doubts and believe everything they said.“...You are greater than the battle raging in our mind. Please be our guide.”It was the last thing I heard from Professor Strauss before a man in a brown shabby robe approached us and stood next to the doorway, bowing. I'm not sure what Professor meant by being a guide, but I know it has something to do with their task, and I'm right in the middle of it.“Pl
††† ‘What might have happened in his life in the wilderness that made him very much like this?' wondered the professor. Alas, he remembered reading a rhetorical study determining the unpredictable difficulty of any magical caster that holds such an enormous amount of power can also be explained by their emotions fueling their earnest magic; just like how they should be treated with caution and why must never be trifled with. Emotions are dangerous indeed, he thought at that time. “Aumier..” That, however, is not what is happening. Lemure, who has been sitting inside the carriage, has been experiencing numerous strong feelings and is unsure how to begin a dialogu
††† The Professor shared several stories, one after the other, and they all finished the same way. It was quite meaningless without the young man on the tier of Archmage who piqued his curiosity. This is only because the young man doesn't even want to ask questions about the story, and it is very awkward for him to go along with it. However one thing is certain: every now and then, he casts a look at Eschel, the young wizard the Professor claims to be his nephew as he tells his lived experiences. Nevertheless, Lemure who took precautions seems to be no longer on guard. “That’s after the fall of the Kingdom of Arcania, right?” The young wizard spoke enthusiastically to corroborate the story he had been giving attention to from the Professor ever since. He absolutely adored the deliberate manner in which this story was told. For a man to overcome his flaws and live through the ashes beneath his feet.
††† The room was filled up with hardship. Yes, for the lack of words, it is how I can describe it. Hardship is the one thing a person can only describe in front of such a crisis. Doubtful looks and cautious answers. Those were the behaviour on display. To be detailed yet not intruding; in other words, to be cautious in everything you say. Even for a while, Eschel, the young wizard, went through to inquire, peeping at the right moment to proceed. “Wasn't it something like that from the beginning?” “It was indeed like that.” “I have read that from the archives before and I can’t imagine how it was too much for a Kingdom to lose their face rather than lose the subjects. How can that be possible? In a face of danger, one shoul
†††"This has been lost a long time ago."I was thinking that if this were to strengthen my ties with them, then I'm not completely convinced and pleased that they're using my family to do something like this. His name, however, was not just a coincidence. Sure, there may be someone who could perhaps come up with names close to what we can use, but it's also a shame to continue to deny."Yes, perhaps that's true, but the day you disappeared. A majority of residents were gathered to participate in the rescue mission to take the time to look for two silly young boys who had been missing in the wilderness, but the only thing they had retrieved was the blade. Shortly afterward, seeing as the former Lord of Wilderfort had wasted a lot of time and resources, he eventually concluded that you both are al