Becoming a magician in another world

With his lower body blown away, Odo's upper body flew in the air and fell down with a sound.

Sprinkled with dirt and blood, a red and black pile of blood spread out on the floor of the tomb.

"... Stupid, impossible, failed to seal the skill?" Losing half of his body, despite being in a situation where he could have died instantly

Next, Aldo is still alive.

"No, the skill should be sealed. Why, no, what is it, that skill is not what I know."

Sam responded to Aldo who questioned while blood spurted from his mouth.

"My original skills. You may want to seal my skills, but it seems that you can't."

"Oh, you bet on this, idiot?"

"How could I do that? I'm confident that I can't block the skill. I sublimated the skill of tearing into magic. I added a skill to the magic slash. My, the slippery thing is magic. If I want to block it, I should seal the mana or magic."

In fact, although Sam's "Speterwokirisakumono" as a skill was not banned, its power was reduced.

Evidence of declining power.

Originally, there was no room for this kind of dialogue with Aldo, as there was no prototype of the body in the first place.

Even if Sam's ability is sealed as a skill, he intends to fight only with magic slashes.

By truly mastering Ur's magic and his own original magic, the power of magic is also increasing.

It is precisely because of this awareness that he swings his sword without any scruples.

(…If Ur doesn’t adjust my magic, I might be sealed as a skill.

The reason for your failure is trying to use Ur)

"——Damn it, the long-cherished wish of our family is the resurrection of my father."

"Give it up. Still, I'm surprised I didn't die instantly after losing the lower half of my body." "I'm not a serious person who fiddles with my body."

“But then there was death. That was inevitable.”

"Ah, yes. Then, at least, it's just my wish."

In the middle of his speech, Aldo stopped talking.

As Sam approached, his eyes were open and he could see that he was dead.

"Is that all?"

I can finally relax my shoulders here.

Looking back, it seems that most of the people of Najaria participated in the battle after arriving in the royal capital.

"—Great, Sam. Really great."

Clyde, who had been guarding the battle, came over quickly. The king hugged Sam's shoulders and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you."

"Although I don't doubt your power, but I think you have done a great job in bringing down the leader of the Najaria people who have troubled our country for many years.

Well, you beat me down. Now I can face my ancestors."

“It’s great to be able to help.”

Clyde was so happy that he was on the verge of tears.

It is not without reason that they can serve as gravekeepers from generation to generation.

From now on, we can rest assured as long as enemies like the people of Najaria don't reappear.

"Wow, my magic power has increased. Can I use it skillfully?"

Then Ur greeted with interest. She had not doubted Sam's victory, so she showed no signs of surprise at the outcome.

"Ah, thanks to Ur, I'm familiar with the body."

"Okay, okay. I'll need to accumulate more training and experience in the future. One day, I'll be able to evolve into a stronger magic. I need to improve."

“I’ll do my best”

Ur seemed to be doing a good job and stroked Sam's head.

Sam, who was praised by his master for the first time in a long time as a disciple, couldn't help but relax the corners of his mouth.

"Well, then."

"I know, Sam, Ulrich. It's a state secret, but I'll punish you two for hiding it. Ah, I'm looking forward to it! I'm so excited! Come on, do it to your heart's content!"

"Will not!"

The master and the disciple kicked Günter together. Not only did he feel pain, but he also seemed to feel pleasure and trance.

"Ahh, getting kicked by Ulric and Sam at the same time, how sweet!"

"I hate this guy!"

"How should I put it? I was usually scared when I was driving."

Relax over your shoulders and learn to let go of the force.

Even so, despite the crisis of the Demon King's resurrection, I feel that Gunter's heart is made of steel because of his unchanging words and deeds.

"Ah, what? I'm sorry, but I'm enjoying myself. But there's something I want you to do."

"Oh, sorry."

Facing Clyde who greeted them politely, the Sams straightened their postures.

"I want to destroy the people of Najalia just like this"

Sam and the others nodded in agreement to Clyde's strong-willed words.