"Kill! Whoa! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. Uh-huh!

With all due force, Hugh slammed the demon wall.

But no matter how many times I do it, it stops in the same place.

Hard to believe, but it seemed true that the kid in front of me was preventing it by some means.

"Impossible eeh! My magic is the best!

"Nah...... To the best of my knowledge, I'd say three years old or younger.

I wanted to kill this kid who speaks a visible lie, from the bottom of his heart.

Hugh changed his policy to stop crushing from left to right and apply pressure from the front to one point.

Now you should be able to sandwich the magic prop store behind you and the demon wall.

"Die. Yikes!

I pushed the demon wall out at once.

Come on, blow it up, crush it and die good!

- But.

"Why won't it work? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

In front of the arrow-stricken boy, the demon wall stops.

The fucking kid waves his finger.

Then Huho's demon wall was easily pushed back, and with that shock, he stepped on a bump.

I just didn't get my butt on it, but the way it is, it's too unusual.

The wild horses, who know nothing, mock "a good adult, he's going to lose to a child".

I can't forgive you.

My magic is better than a magician's!

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

He pushed.

As far as power was concerned, I pushed the demon wall.

But I can't help pushing that kid to fly!

Mountain.

He falls into the illusion of trying to push a giant mountain.

Pushing, in itself, is futile, pointless. That's what I think when it's not supposed to work.

(Little shake, maybe. Yikes! What the hell is this? This is the amount of magic a human can have. Whoa! What the hell is this?!?)

Hugh was sweating and turning his face bright red.

But the kid in front of him didn't even seem interested in his desperate witchcraft. He stared at Huho's labor, with cold eyes, as if watching even a stupid dog chasing his tail.

"Ahhh! You son of a bitch. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Something cloudy. Oh, no. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Huh...? Something? Right. Uh, you know, I think you should lose a little weight, huh?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Shut up. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Yep...? Which one is it..."

Hugh, who is running his eyes blood, comes to think of his own, example bracelet.

Until now, he has overwhelmed those who use amplifiers unarmed.

Because I didn't have to use magic props.

But today, at this time, he decided to use his bracelet.

No.

Should I say that I can no longer pretend?

Crushing this kid comes first.

The others are second, third.

Add this bracelet to your magic and you'll be invincible.

"Huh, hihi...! Let's get ready. Hey, yeah, I'm, uh-huh!

The bracelet is brilliant.

This should have greatly increased your magic power.

Push.

Push with force.

Push as hard as you can.

Blow it to the end of the world, push it.

But.

"I thought you were going to do something, but you haven't changed just now"

A silly kid with no idea the difference looked at this one, surprised.

The dumb kid says, "Even if I set you up, does it look safe?" He seemed to squeal.

Moment after moment, something like a black snake stretches out of Hugh's shadow, making him glue wrapped around.

(Ya, dark sorcery...... ah!? then if you use a silly!? shadow for sorcery, there must be a decision to say 'only his own shadow'?!? Why is dark sorcery activated from my shadow? Ooh!?)

Huho rolled to the ground, looking like Chashu tied with strings. I can't even cast a spell because half my face is covered with black rope.

When the child waves his finger, more ropes gush out of the shadow of Hugh Ho, and the already rolling children are also put together. The end of the rope was firmly tied to the thick streets.

"Uh...... Excuse me, could someone please report these people?

When the boy says, one of the wild horses snorts and runs away.

(You're kidding! I don't think they caught me. Ahhhhhhhhhh! I was just expanding my friendship, weren't I?!?)

Hugh is desperate, but the black rope doesn't even freak out. It was created with terrible precision.

It was a technical skill that could not have been instantaneously braided.

The child who tightened him up is not interested in Mr. Hugh, the great wizard, and when he makes sure he can't move, he goes into the magic store.

Hugh was left flabby.

"Were you okay? Something stolen by those guys, or something like that, isn't it?

"Brother, wow!

As you enter the store, Hannah hugs the boy with momentum. Apparently, he was watching the battle earlier.

And he seems to have been liked by this girl.

"Your brother... Me and you, you look so different...?

"I'm five!

"For once, I'm six years old, so you fit in with your brother..."

Monique and his grandfather also approach a boy who gets that feeling.

"Kimi, are you hurt...?

"I think it's probably okay.... If that man is a curse magician, I don't know."

"Curse magic!? I wouldn't assume that's normal."

"No. I don't think I have to. My teacher's gonna piss me off."

An old man talks to a boy who squeaks in the face.

"Who is it, Lord? I didn't know it would be easy for you to use that Hugh Ho magic."

"I don't know if they call me that Hugh Ho, so what a comment."

"Besides, this potion. What the hell is this? The pain's gone like a lie, and you even feel like you're already recovering, huh? When I was badly injured a long time ago, I wore large sheets and bought the finest cure, but more than that... No, on the boulder, is there no reason for that?"

To the old man's words, the strange boy had a cynical grin.

"... would you believe me if I told you that selling all the items in this store was an amount that you wouldn't get that potion for?

"Hey, what?

"... it's a joke"

The boy is stroking Hannah in natural motion. The gesture seemed accustomed to holding his little daughter and stroking her. It is smooth and seasonal.

"Huh......!

Hannah in her arm makes a mellow voice as to whether she is more skillful at stroking.

"Well, and"

He turns his body toward the exit when he hands the dreamy Hannah to Monique.

"Mm...? You're going? I haven't thanked you yet."

"I came to see this store, too, and I'd like to take my time, but I don't want to get caught up in an investigation or anything. Plus, I keep my family waiting."

"Your family? Is your family out there?

"No. I'll be at the cafe on Main Street. You're supposed to be eating a new cream pound, because I think it'll flatten out soon."

I'm in trouble when I cry, and the boy says he doesn't know.

When you can eat pound cake, why do you cry?

But without answering that question, the strange child, wrapped around a neat appearance and a tired atmosphere, walked away with Stasta.

"Ah......! I didn't hear her name."

"Hey. If it's like that, he'll come to this store again. It would be nice to thank you and ask your name."

With a certain attitude, the shopkeeper dropped the child off.

And Huho...

"No! I was just trying to be true to my friendship! Damn it! How could anyone, admit it! How can you not help me innocent!?"

Many 'friends' complained of his guilt, hanging up on him for being captured.

The surrounding children also exposed numerous counts of crimes in response to a deal that they said would lighten their sentences if they spoke of the head sin.

The result was a maximum sentence.

It has come to light that we have disposed of those who stand in the way of "friendship", so naturally, it is a natural story.

But still, he insisted that until the very end, he had only been clean and valued his friendship.

I insisted that I was just trying to be truthful about my friendship. He strained and shut up the people around him.

And of course, you can't possibly win innocence.

His seriousness was rewarded in the form of the end of the world.