The mud comes.

It's like swallowing everything, the devil's mud.

If something like this spreads, I'm sorry it's not a level tragedy called catastrophe.

"Duh, what are you gonna do, something like this! No matter how good an elf I am, I have too much to hit!

Aletta is a wolf.

But that would be the normal reaction.

The swelling mud eaten when touched is full of one side of the perimeter.

Now I can't even move around.

We don't even have the option of 'running away'.

"Oh, how can you be so calm!?"

The surgeon turned the spear on our teacher.

Sure, I don't see much of a rush, Abel.

"... things don't get better from right to left. For lack of calm, I think it would be better to lose money to get upset."

"Well, that's not what we're talking about!

Mighty Teacher's words are a complete argument, but emotionally, I also know what Aletta is talking about.

Even for me, I don't want Fee sleeping easily on my back to be in danger.

I guess we should prevent it with demon walls or fly away with muddy jellyfish.

In that case, we're the only ones who can help, and we're going to abandon the village...

(Anyway, it's defense first)

The decision was made, and Abel shook her head, the arrow tip that tried to use magic.

"... Al has something to do later. I'll deal with the mud, so I want you to keep your magic and strength warm."

Aletta reacted to the words.

"Dealing with...! What can you do to cover your sight?"

"... I'll make sure of that now"

Abel put her hands together.

Moments later, the overflowing mud stopped its invasion, as if it had even hit an invisible wall.

It's like it's wild and crazy in a glass case. But it's disconnected here and there.

"Huh... Huh!? Oh, what have you done!? How come the mud doesn't come this way...!?"

"... just blocked the perimeter. I haven't done anything else yet."

"I blocked it. - How the hell did you do that?!?"

Aletta doesn't seem to understand what Abel did, but I do.

This is space magic.

I cut off the space around the mud and cut it off here and there.

So mud, I can't come here.

I speak in an official continental language I'm used to.

"You don't prevent it with the Wall of Demons."

"... If that mud nature was more vicious than it needed to be, the Wall of Demons could also be 'eaten'. I thought it would be easier to keep them apart."

"Salari, say something terrible..."

"... That's about all I can do, even Henriette. You don't deserve to see it."

It's not humble or anything, I guess it's a heartfelt statement.

To her, this magic and judgment seem to be on a very normal level.

"But aye - it's unusual for Siebel to use space magic, isn't it?

"... magic acting on space is harder to undo than when detached. It's better not to use it."

I can't. I can't. Apart from the impossibility, the use seems to have its own criteria.

That said, the handling of the transfer gate was also concerned about the space-time earthquake.

Especially the advanced stories around here, I guess, are a distant topic.

Abel puts her hands together again.

A portion of the mud winds up in the air and is torn apart in the air.

My master looked carefully at it.

"Hey, what are you doing...!?"

........

Abel doesn't answer.

But I can understand what that gaze means.

Maybe she's measuring the minimum size the devil's mud can be the devil's mud.

I'm trying to figure out how much of it would be 'just mud' if it crushed.

Abel shrugged, "... I understood the size".

At the same time, countless tornadoes appear in the mud.

They roll up the devil's mud and scatter it misty.

It was terrible speed.

A massive amount of sludge that could swallow everything will reduce its deposition as you look at it.

Aletta, who would not have understood our teacher's behavior, must have found out that the mud was being erased by her fellow magicians.

"I can't believe you can use such great magic...! Who the hell are you...!?"

Aletta looks hazy as she says.

"Also, hello, you... is it, Dear High Elf - or... ugh!?"

"... I'm an elf. Nothing more or less."

"What, don't freak out... Yeah, well, apart from you, there's no majesty like the high elves..."

Exhales like a ho, the Kei family.

Because the Elves are strangely respectful of the 'superiors of the same family'...

If Abel were a high elf, I guess her previous disrespectful attitude would hang over her.

... Actually, it's not a high-elf place.

(But would it be a good thing I don't have to help you with anything either...?

Abel told me earlier that there was something I wanted you to do later...

"Siebel, is there anything I can do, too?

........

When I asked, I was seen chilling.

Just lean down for a moment with no expression as it is...

(Ooh...)

Cut, they're holding my hand.

"It works, this"

"............................................................ Powered"

"Ooh!?"

Increased number and size of tornadoes!?

Mud disappears several times faster than earlier.

This would be right up to total annihilation.

To the arrow tip I thought so, a change came.

"Hey, that...!

An elf doctor gives a finger.

There's a gradually shrinking mud figure there.

(No, it's not just shrinking -)

That's "compression."

Mud is gathering and turning into something as hard as a rock.

Is it defensive instinct or is it intelligent again?

Either way, it doesn't seem to stay blown away.

"... the influence of eating the intelligence of a person who became a vegetable of mud...? Either way, I figured it was better not to feed them something wise"

Abel turns off the tornado and collects energy in one hand.

Apparently, he's going to add a piece at once with another sorcery.

"............... Ngu?

So, a pretty voice from the back.

My Angel, who is obsessed, seems to have closed his eyes.

"Miu...... Phew, I thought you were stuck in...?

The first thing I care about, is that's where you are.

"Fee, are you awake...?

"Miu...... I felt strong magic. So, uh, I opened my eyes."

Is that the effect of the magic that Abel is trying to use right now?

Is feeling strong magic to this girl like staring at her eyes with noise?

I mean, in the magic I use when this girl's asleep, the amount of magic is too bad to bother me.

"Holy crap...! Phew, stuck better than Obu......!

"Yes, yes..."

I have no choice, so I make my wish come true.

That means letting go of Abel's hand.

"Oh, so...?

The magic that was gathering in Abel's palm became foggy.

........

It's faceless, but somewhere lonely Mighty Char.

Were you 'powered down'?

Meanwhile, my sister is happy that she stuck with me.

He's turning a mellow smile on me.

"Hehe...! Phew, I can see your face, I like it...!

My cheeks have kissed me.

And Mai Angel, he roams the perimeter.

"What were you doing? Do you want to make it again, Master Mejed?

"Yes, no, I'm not, trying to break that big rock."

"Miu Miu...... That rock feels like something. Phew, I hate that one! If you want to break it, it's me!

My Sister said this, so when I saw the master, she nodded at her unwillingness to see why.

"... If Phee wants to do it, it's still good. If this girl had magic, she could have broken it."

"'Cause, Fee."

"Then I'll fuh-do it! That's disgusting. I want you to kiss me!

When are we going to talk about that...

Either way, my sister in my arms stayed asleep and decided to try to destroy the rock.