Chapter 146 – 69-3 the First Three Days of the Festival.

“Let’s see how well he understands and uses the things he learned from me.”

The windows of flame rising in a haze were moving irregularly with Clos Sero’s gesture, driving Allen into a corner.

I managed to dodge the spear of insubstantial flames skillfully, but when I think that I dodged it along with the hot heat, the clothes are burning and fluttering.

Although she was aware that it was a tough situation, Allen, who managed to avoid Clos Cero’s flame spear by a single stroke, smiled that she was having fun without knowing it.

She said, ‘She laughs like she’s having fun in this situation.’

Little by little, her body movements were accelerating, as if she had gotten used to the speed of the spear of flame moving with her fingers.

Above all, two eyes.

The surprised eyes, not knowing what to do, smiled, saying that they were now happy, and in the blue eyes that he was sure that he would never get tired of, Clos Cero’s fighting spirit surged up and his body itched.

She said, “She laughs happily even when it is a situation that will leave indelible scars. Is she out of her mind?”
“That Clos Sero-sama is smiling too.”

Arlen’s light body movements made her seem relaxed enough to exchange casual conversations with Clos Cero.

“Good night. Then add it.”

Clos Cerro showed a smile full of fighting spirit and gestured lightly, and the spears of flame that were burning innumerable around them all started flying towards Allen, blowing embers at once.

‘Now that I have a rough idea of ​​her skills, nothing will change even if I increase them one by one.’

The spear of flame directed at Allen was like a wolf’s jaw.

She couldn’t reap or stop, she ran out looking only in front of her.

‘I wonder how it will turn out. Will she get hit and lose her life, or will her principal show off in unimaginable ways. I’m really looking forward to it.’

Clos Cerro instinctively realized that Allen would not die like this.

I guess it’s the strongman’s intuition?

Talent is also a talent, but it could be said that Allen’s great advantage was that he was able to use unique magic that was different from the existing wizards.

More than anything…

‘I don’t want to end my life here after a few hundred years that made my heart so hot… So show me. Show me how to get out of this situation.’

Meanwhile, Allen was thinking about this as she watched the spear of flame flying towards her.

‘It’s fucking hot… Are you going to kill me?’

Looking at the spear of flame that gradually approached like a wild beast aiming for prey, Allen thought it was just hot rather than scary.

Then, instinctively, as if breathing, her body grabbed the spear of flame that Clos Cero had cast, and struck the spear of flame aiming at her at once, causing it to fall.

Seeing this, Clos Sero was slightly surprised, and his shoulders trembled.

Originally, the red dragon’s mana is ferocious and powerful enough to burn everything without leaving a trace.

Also, if it was Clos Sero’s mana, which was already at its peak, it could be said that it was a terrible red flame that even burned the soul of the victim.

But Allen was fine. She neither dodged nor blocked the flame spear.

Rather, it was a reverse use of my mana.

‘…Is it because it’s similar to my mana? If that’s not the case… Did you wake up in the face of death?’

Countless spears of flame were split in half by Allen and fell helplessly to the floor.

“It’s scary, our Mr. Closero. Did you really intend to kill me?”
“Didn’t you tell me? I sincerely say that I will engage in Dalian.”

Dig!

Stepping on the faintly burning flames that fell to the floor, Allen approached Clos Cerro.

“This is enough for you to learn and use well, right?”
“That’s great. Most of the time, I don’t compliment well, but this time, you really did a good job to the point that I wanted to give you a present instead of just a compliment.”

Clos Cerro smiled brightly as he stroked Allen’s sweaty hair.

“If there is a gift you want, tell me. I will give you a gift no matter what.”
“That’s Okay. I didn’t do it because I wanted to receive a gift. Above all, how far can I reach Clos Sero? I did it for that. You don’t have to give me anything.”
“It’s been a while since you’ve been saying all the wonderful things. However, if you want something anytime, feel free to do so. I am in charge…”

-Beep!!-

An ear-splitting whistle.

“… I am personally praising Allen, what kind of fucking bitch is she interfering with…”
“There! Get off!”

Allen was not feeling well.

It was because her clear, bright voice was so familiar.

“We have various tastes, but no matter how much you mess with our academy students…! If you don’t fall for the count of three from now on…!”
“You are a noisy bitch. Well, from a cursory glance, it looks like he’s good at fighting, but… Are you trying to challenge me with that petty skill?”
“If it’s to protect the academy students, even if I have a high status, I’m going to rebel. So let go of those filthy hands quickly!”
“They said that courage without strength is incompetence. It would be better to just go as long as my mercy remains even for a moment. Today is a very happy day, so the insignificant bitch…”
“Three! Two…!”

Clos Sero’s temples wriggled at the roaring countdown that interrupted him again.

“So you’re a crab that looks like you want to die? Good night. Then.”

Sensing that the mana of a different dimension is moving, not the crimson mana she used for sparring, Allen hurriedly grabs Clos Cero’s hand.

“Stop it. He’s someone I know…”

Allen grabs Clos Sero’s hand and tells him to calm down…

It seemed already too late.

Clos Cero tossed her allen as if carrying her luggage.

Christine, who was far away, quickly closed the distance and swung her fist like a flash at Clos Sero’s chin, and a dull sound echoed.

“…Hmm. She’s a pretty useful bitch. I believed in her shallow skills and judged that installation was a bitch.”

Christine’s fist, which was planted precisely in Clos Cero’s chin.

However, Christine’s whole body gave a signal to get out of here quickly at the same time as goose bumps at the calm appearance of Clos Cerro, who spoke leisurely as if he had not received any blows.

“It’s a body that was perfected by pushing yourself to the limit… It’s a good fist. Isn’t that nimble movement like a girl who originally uses a sword rather than a fist?”
“…!”
“There is nothing to be nervous about. You are the only race that struck the jade body of the main seat. So you can brag.”

Christine had a hunch.

That he could never defeat the red-hot woman in front of him.

The woman’s words with overwhelming coercion, each word seemed to weigh heavily on her body.

Clos Cerro was curious about Christine’s ability to hit her jade body for the first time.

Of course, some of them hit him with his fists, but he was faster and stronger than any swordsman he had ever met, so Clos Cero wanted to give him a chance.

“Hmm. Good night. I’m a girl, I’ll give you a chance.”
“…Muh, what kind of opportunity are you giving me…?”

Christine displayed a courageous appearance on the outside, but in Clos Cerro’s eyes, it seemed that she was just trembling and making a final push.

“I will wait for you here. Let’s give it 10 minutes. In the meantime, bring your sword and come back to this place where I am.”
“…What are you going to do if I run away…?”
“No. Bitch, you don’t run away Somehow it seems so.”
“…Why do you think I’m not running away…?”
“You don’t even know the girl well? That the first fist hit me on purpose. So come back, sword in hand. Wouldn’t it be fun to subdue?”
“You’re pretty bad taste…”
“Bad taste. This seat is just giving you a chance. Bring the sword and return to the seat of the main seat. No, if I slightly touch your clothes, I forgive you for being rude to me…”

Wow!

“…Are you intending to ask for forgiveness from the principal by harming yourself?”

Christine slaps herself on both cheeks, driving out the fear that has entered his body with pain.

“No. I’m sorry, but I won’t ask for forgiveness.”
“One momentum is brave enough to tell the male to go away. Then, did you intend to fight me without a sword?”
“Yes. The unfortunate thing about you and the academy students disappearing just because I left…”
“Even to you, did the principal seem like a female who would do such a senseless and cowardly act?”
“You don’t look like that, but I still can’t believe you. How can I believe your words of sexually harassing someone I see for the first time, especially by taking off the clothes of an academy student.”

Christine, who had driven away the unknown fear, took her stance again and argued.

“To think that a girl who was dominated by the emotion of fear just a moment ago has come to her senses and is thinking of fighting against the principal. Courage is imaginary. Good night. Then let’s see what kind of unsightly struggle he will show without a sword.”