Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three In 'The Psalm of Our Lady' vs 'Seven Days and Seven Swords'
The intense heat that enveloped the sight was reflected in the broken glass of the house.
The struggling fire announced the complete end of the daily world of the previous second.
There is no doubt that a magician launched the attack.
Fortunately, the collaborators of the Index of Forbidden Books noticed the clues in advance and took her away from there in time.
Who is the one?
A trace of worry flashed in Index's eyes as she turned her head from someone's arms and looked toward the sea of fire.
"Well……"
The time of being unable to move freely ended quickly. After landing smoothly from the princess's embrace, Index was about to open her mouth, but closed it again.
The tall figure in the corner of his sight has proven everything.
Hiding her whole body behind Yuuki, the pure white nun's little face, which was still in a daze, quickly showed a hostile expression.
What a haunting guy.
She seemed to be complaining.
"..."
Perhaps it was out of fear of Yuuki, or perhaps something was touched by Index's reaction, but in short, Stiyl Magnus did not continue to take action against the Flame Magician's pursuit.
Smoke swayed from his mouth again.
"I think you don't need me to explain anything."
Steele took his breath calmly, looking particularly convincing in conjunction with the burning building next to him.
"I have no interest in who sent you here or whether you acted for yourself. These are the reasons."
"I just want to tell you that if you return 'that thing' to us now, maybe you can suffer less in the execution tower."
His gaze pointed at the girl named "A Directory of Forbidden Books".
You took something you shouldn't have, and now I'm going to take her back.
If you dare to resist, the price will be your life.
Yuuki easily understood what he meant.
However, she did not intend to 'just surrender'.
"Really? But I think there is nothing 'thing' here that I can return to you."
Yuuki smiled and emphasized her tone.
"And if you burn down other people's houses as soon as you come up, such a greeting would be too warm."
"Have you thought about how to compensate me, Mr. Rune Magician?"
The girl struck back with rare sharp words.
For young people with such awkward personalities, it is necessary for them to recognize the gap between their fingertips before talking.
really.
From the beginning, there was only one choice between them.
Steele recognized this clearly again.
Without further ado, the swordsman and the magician stood far away.
The signal to break the deadlock was the moment the carbonized wooden frame landed.
“‘Fortis931 (Here is the reason why I am the strongest)’!”
The priest who waved the rune announced his magical name, which meant the real battle began.
He quickly took two steps back and summoned a barrier of flames.
The young man knew it very well.
The opponent, like Kanzaki, is an expert in hand-to-hand combat.
For a magician like him who uses runes, being approached means the end.
Facts also prove it.
Steele's judgment was correct.
The one who responded to the 'name of the strongest' was the figure in the night tearing apart the scorching defense line.
In an instant, the long sword and the summoned flame sword collided fiercely.
"Drink!"
The shape of the 3,000-degree Celsius flame then collapsed and scattered at the girl's feet.
Make a decision.
The sword skills accumulated from several worlds easily repel the attacks falling from the sky one by one, and approach the operator.
(Tsk...)
(…still a little bit worse…)
The flame mage watched the battlefield and constantly adjusted the distance.
After the rough fight last time, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could defeat his opponent so easily.
The real ‘killing move’ lies behind.
Silently counting the number of runes, Steele's movements became more and more awkward.
Even among magicians, he is quite an extreme type.
In order to study the runes to the limit, Steele completely gave up on close combat. His tall appearance did not give him the corresponding physical strength.
In exchange for a similar price.
He also gained the ability to stand in the realm of the strong.
(……enough!)
After completing the arrangement, Steele finally stopped retreating.
That answer is——
"'Iius (King of Witch Hunters)'!"
Its name is the strongest, which means sure to kill.
Countless rune cards flipped and gathered together, summoning the flame giant here.
Seeing his trump card come on stage, Steele finally showed a relaxed smile.
Not only that.
Judging from the test just now, it is obvious that the other party has not obtained the knowledge of the catalog of forbidden books.
Steele thought happily.
If 'that thing' joins forces with other magicians, things will be really difficult.
Fortunately, nothing has happened yet.
The balance of victory is tilting towards him.
"Go! Hunt the Witch King!"
Following Steele's command, the flame giant quickly condensed a cross-shaped weapon in his hand and struck it hard at the target.
The molten heat exceeded 3,000 degrees Celsius, almost turning the ground into purgatory.
No one can survive this environment intact.
"Miss Swordsman!"
Not far away, Index, who saw this scene, also shouted anxiously.
Now, there may be no need for an investigation.
Steele muttered to himself.
It would be nice if it could end like this.
The magician thought, but did not look away.
Relaxing your vigilance until the last moment is a taboo on the battlefield.
Although he had full confidence in his trump card, he always felt that something was wrong.
It should be said that it was too peaceful.
(……Um?)
Stunned by his intuition, a bad premonition crossed Steele's forehead.
Yes.
So peaceful.
There was no explosion, no collision of fire, and not even a real feeling after the hit.
(Could it be that……)
Just when Steele noticed something, the truth was revealed in front of him in an incomprehensible form.
That strange girl, as if she didn't exist, passed straight through the body of the flame giant.
"How is it possible?! The core temperature of the Witch Hunting King is even close to the surface temperature of the sun. Why would you-?!"
Unscathed.
Steele's surprise was not over yet, he could only retreat in panic.
Because the sharp sword tip had already come to him.
"Is that all?"
A voice of ridicule or laughter reached the young priest's ears.
"You are a hundred years too early to play with fire in front of me."
The impact of the sword hilt sinking into his abdomen followed his words, causing Steele to inevitably fly backwards.
The outcome is already clear.
However, despite this, Yuuki's sword was not sheathed.
She looked in a certain direction and asked cheerfully as if she had finished her warm-up.
"You are just like him."
"Are you here to ask for 'something'?"
I don't know when it was.
A girl wearing one-legged jeans and holding an exaggerated long knife in her hand.