Becoming a magician in another world

Because they didn't want to get close to the pervert, they kept a distance to talk to him. Count Lerod noticed this and looked at the bloody eyes.

"I know about the Duke of Jura, but why me!?"

"Roig was the same. He was dragged into it without knowing it, and he didn't care, but he resented it the most.

It must be a talent.”

“You don’t need any talent!”

My father's affairs don't matter now.

Count Lerod raised his sword and said, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" and rushed over with a strange sound.

Although she is quite fast, she is not as good as Mizuki as a swordsman. Even so, although it can be inferred that her combat experience is reasonable, she is still in a bad mood because of the perverted and rough look of the magical girl's costume.

The golden magical girl's costume reflected the light and shimmered, but it brought up the perverted nature of Count Lerod's current appearance.

Sam didn't want him to get too close, so he clapped his hands gently.

--boom.

With a slight sound, a barrier appeared between Sam and Count Redrod. He rushed over with his sword in hand, hit the invisible wall, and flipped over.

At that time, I took a glance and saw that Count Lerod was wearing pink shorts for women.

"--oh"

Sam and the Duke of Jura, as well as the butler and the maid, all covered their mouths and endured the nausea that was coming up.

Sam, who was about to kick his jaw in the foot, said, "Huh?" and felt uncomfortable because something felt wrong.

Although I didn't really mean it, it was incredible to see him bleeding and writhing in pain after being hit by the Demon King's strengthened body.

"—Are you doing something weird?"

Stimulants, drugs, spells, magic items, anything.

Count Lerod undoubtedly felt that he had gained some kind of power.

"What's going on! Damn it, damn it, kick my face! This is the best weapon! It's because of this lucky face that I became the count and got the support!"

"What a pathetic pride. Anything else to say?"

(Are you doing anything unconsciously? I don’t think I’m aware of it. — Forget it.)

No matter whether there is any sense of incongruity, no matter what is being done, no matter whether Count Redrod has that kind of awareness or not.

The anger of a man who has been agitated to this extent cannot be cured, and it is obvious that bad things will happen even if left unchecked.

Processing, then, is the natural process.

"I, I became a count too—"

"I have no interest in what you say."

Sam interrupted Count Lerod.

Even if I heard some perverted old sayings, I wouldn't be able to remember them anyway. Rather than that, I wanted to pack up quickly, continue partying, and then go home.

Thinking back, ever since I had the urge to suck blood, I had been at the Demon King's side, quarreling with the dragon, and had not rested.

Although I rested before the party, I would like to sleep like mud if I can.

“You, you! Your arrogant attitude is creating enemies besides me!”

"Everyone come here. Kill equally and fairly."

"——Ah, that attitude! The arrogance of a strong man! Everything is abominable! Little devil, you are getting carried away because you know magic, then let's duel! Risk your life and kill each other."

“Anytime Welcome”

"If I kill you, I will kill the elders there, and then make the Stellas mine! And, I will become the king!"

"——Is this the will?"

Enough, so depressed.

He openly carried out the crime warning, easily called out Stella's name, and failed to even get the throne that the royal family had guarded for generations.

Completely, Sam recognized Count Lerod as an enemy.

"What is a will? Just leave a will! My sword cuts you into pieces--"

"It's a long story!"

Sam, who was numb to Count Rerod who showed no sign of challenging him while requesting a duel, thought that it was already troublesome enough, so he snapped his fingers.

——In an instant, the right half of Count Rerod’s body disappeared as if drawing a circle.