A Court Magician, Who Was Focused On Supportive Magic Because His Allies Were Too Weak, Aims To Become The Strongest After Being Banished - Chapter 15

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“—-, oh my god!

With a loud voice that seemed to inspire him, he swung down a black spear that was dyed crimson in places.

He puts all of his strength into that one blow, smashing and twisting the target with all of his might.

I don’t have time to say “yes” or “no”.

With power. With talent. You can be knocked down head-on, no matter who you are…..

That’s the “genius” that is Ornest Rain.

Power, skill, speed, intuition, reflexes.

The elements required for battle, all of them, are at their peak.

Four years have passed, but there has not been the slightest fluctuation in that fact.

“The devil’s advocate, as they say”

In the midst of the tremendous roar, a crack could be seen through the cloud of sand that rose up from the sheer impact.

I say this while trying to figure out what would have happened to the demon that would have been struck by Ornest’s spear without even coming into view.

—- “The piercing black spear, Almaresteca. I didn’t realize that even Ornest had the Ancient Relic Artifact in his hands.

Fiesel’s dungeon – “Tank Kill” layer 64.

As if it were a “dead undead” floor boss, the atmosphere in this level was unusual.

Ornest was wielding his spear as noisily as possible in the 64th layer, which was tinged with a darkness that instinctively repelled him.

“The purpose of this trip is to rescue. It’s not about breaking through. So, in order to help, we need to let them know that we exist”

I just don’t want to get mixed up in a big, useless dungeon. That’s why we have to keep showing our presence all the time, Jorja had explained to Ornest, mainly a few hours before he stepped into the dungeon.

As long as you have the “core stone core” of the floor boss, when you move to the next level, you will be automatically transferred to one of the multiple paths that lead to the next level in the dungeon.

So it doesn’t take much time to get to the 64th layer itself.

The key is to get to the 64th layer.

The dungeon is so large that even if you walked for a week, you wouldn’t be able to grasp all of it.

I wondered what the chances were that I would find one of the multiple paths leading to the 65th layer and meet the person who would still be confronting me.

And the dungeon is full of demons.

We continue our search, eliminating the demons that are far more powerful than those in the shallow layers.

…… If you’re bad at it, that difficulty will be higher than dealing with floor bosses.

“It’s unbreakable and cuts well. It’s an ‘ancient relic artifact’ with only that much power, but it’s perfect for that idiot, isn’t it?”

The narrowed black eyes reflected the image of Ornest wielding a spear.

You’re too …… uptight. I’m sure you’re not the only one,” said a half-amused Clasia, whose eyes said more than her mouth.

“No doubt.”

The words that were spoken and the thoughts that she must have had. I expressed my affirmation to both of them.

“But it was good. “But it’s a good thing you followed Ornest’s advice to save as much as you can.”

I’ll take care of all the small fry.

When the time comes, you’ll be the one who runs out of gas. You have to avoid that situation no matter what.

Jorja nodded to these plausible words of Ornest, and now it was time to go.

The enemy is a “dead undead”.

He wanted to avoid, as much as possible, the fatigue of people who could fire magic that could be decisive.

“And don’t worry, I’m sure our turn will come soon enough.”

When she said this, her cheeks seemed to twitch slightly.

“After all, this is the kind of place where an S-rank party can be decimated. So.”

Without any context, it was as if —- a shadow suddenly fell over my head, big enough to cover my whole body.

I felt that way about 、、、、.

And that’s where Clasia’s words unnaturally cease for me.

Consciousness stretched to the limit, as if in a crisis situation.

“—“

A bad feeling that is hard to describe spreads over the surrounding area. The sebum sweat that oozed out of him wet his back moistly, and —-.

“Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt. —-!!”

Almost reflexively, he looked back over his shoulder and before he could organize his thoughts, the words came out of his mouth.

As he continued, he created a “magic sword” in his right hand without needing to speak out against the rush of killing intent that suddenly poured out from everywhere.

I was distracted from the magic circle that I deployed to avoid hitting Jorha who was behind me and Clasia who was next to me, and there was nothing…Even though I knew that I had to do this, I swung the sword in my hand as hard as I could towards the void located diagonally above my head.

…We’re on the verge of death.

The swords that I wielded to mercilessly cut down the thoughts that I couldn’t help but have were eventually overlapping in a place that was supposed to be empty. 、、、、、

After a delay, there was a metallic sound as if the swords had met. An unprecedented impact reached my body through the hilt.

“…… What the fuck is this guy?”

I can’t see him.

But make no mistake, the enemy is out there.

The sound of rumbling and rivalry snatches at my eardrums.

The identity of the invisible enemy gradually comes into view.

Based on the feel of the sword together, this is not a sword, but probably a —-

“Oh, I see. It’s the Grim Reaper!”

—- Its weapon is a scythe.

He drew from his experience and shouted the name of the “dead undead” who dealt with them.

“Oh, no.”

However, there was only one voice that responded to my shout. It was a laugh that was filled with joy.

It’s Ornest’s.

“Look at that. Your arm didn’t fall off at all! Hey! Alec Huguette!?”

“You ……!”

It was thanks to Ornest’s words that I realized everything, as he turned his back and shouted at me.

No doubt Ornest knew in advance that the Grim Reaper, who can disappear, was lurking in layer 64, but he didn’t tell me.

I’m sure the reason for this is to measure my strength by surprise. I understand the necessity of this action. I understand it, but is it something you should be doing right now at this time? ……!

He’s a …… sure thing, he’s done it. ……

“Hey, hey! Don’t get me wrong! I’ve heard of invisible enemies, but I haven’t heard anything about how to deal with them! The only thing the brainy gorilla told me was to use my intuition!”

The “brainy gorilla” probably refers to Crista, who belongs to the S-rank party.

It’s not that I was being mean and keeping quiet,” Ornest repeated as he dealt with the onrushing demons.

“And if Alec Huguette doesn’t have enough time to defend himself, I’ll be in trouble!!”

He thought that a magician recognized by a genius like me would be able to handle that. Naturally, he thought that if he gave me too much information, it would be more of a hindrance.

Then Ornest put it all together nicely.

In other words, this is a sign of expectation, a sign of trust. That’s why I’m testing you like this.

…… I see.

If that’s the case, you can certainly make sense of it at —-.

“I’m not going to be convinced that —- is a good idea. ！！！！”

With rising anger, I swung my sword with all my might to put an end to the rivalry that was still in a stalemate.

I shouted at him, “If you’re going to test my strength, it would make sense to at least tell me the minimum amount of information beforehand.”

Then, was Jorha, who had just appeared out of the corner of her eye, about to activate his magic.

A magic circle was floating on her side.

…… Looking at Jorja’s absurdly apologetic expression, she objected, but Ornest forced her to do it. I wonder if that is the case.

“…… Remember that when you get home, Ornest.”

“Hahaha, that’s right. So we’ll have to go back alive, right?”

“…good grief”

I didn’t think for a second that I would die from that.

It was as if he was saying that without any hint of malice.

“…… It’s trickier than I thought, 64 layers here.”

“It’s just that the more you do, the more you’ll be happy when you get it.”

“…… You know, Ornest. I’ve told you many times that we’re not here to break dungeons”

“No matter what you say to an idiot, he won’t understand. Because they’re stupid.”

“Hey, Clasia, you’re a germophobe. Didn’t you just call me an idiot?”

The conversations come and go busily, even though the enemy is still there.

…… Remember that later, ……!!

Ornest traces the words I was saying just a moment ago, and I know that’s my line.

And while I was dumbfounded, I looked with my senses at the enemy that I had just pushed back, who was probably still alive and well.

In front of this congenial atmosphere that I had forgotten for a long time, I realized that I had really come back to their party. I was reminded of that once again.

…… Of course, I haven’t forgiven Ornest for that.