1.29

Inside Liudong Temple

“…”

"What's wrong? 10%?"

"Ah, no, just...who is the person in this photo?"

Ichisei Liudong looked at the photos he took when he was studying in Tokyo and was surprised to find an unknown figure in it.

"Ha, you have so many middle school classmates, it's normal for you to forget them."

"No, I have never forgotten any classmate..."

Outside Liudong Temple

"Okay... all the steps are fine, so just start..."

The caster tried to summon the heroic spirit. As a follower and a magician, it is hard to say whether he can succeed.

Normal light, then...

"Why?"

It was originally at least a safe attempt to summon, but suddenly there was an overly powerful reaction.

"How…"

Before he could react, he stopped abruptly.

“…failed?”

As if he wanted to refute the caster's words, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Um?"

Break the palm of the sky, and then a nightmare comes.

[What a nightmare, it's so rude...]

The fallen one is confused with such consciousness.

--point--

In a... temple, she was wearing a grey robe of strange style.

Other things, including your own, have no impression of them at all.

[My name is…]

[No, I don't use the word I...]

[My name is...xxcheng]

Shaking your head and then you can remember these are all that.

"Who are you?"

Hearing the sound, Makoto raised his head.

[Always feel strange in sight...]

I didn't think about this. After a while, the woman in front of me who had all her face hidden under her robe actually asked a question.

It seems that the person who brought me here should be...

magic.

I gave back the word in my mind.

“…sincere.”

Answer the question before you are confused, and then see the other party’s reaction in advance.

[I can predict that according to the degree of concentration, the body and mind seem to be used to it...]

Draw a conclusion.

It is also possible to be sure that the other party doesn't know him or her.

In addition, I feel... it seems that the meaning memory area...at least the common sense part is fine, but I feel that there should be a lot of parts that I haven't remembered.

"Hmm? One word?"

"The name is just a code name, just call it that way."

Looking back at the other party, Cheng was ready to learn more about things first.

"Hmph, it's really in line with the way of heroes... So, what about the rank?"

[Level? Heroic Spirit?]

The vocabulary is a little familiar, and then some pictures flashed through my mind.

The streets, the things that are called heroes fighting are...the so-called holy grail that can realize their wishes.

I am a member of the battle, but I always feel that I should not be a hero

[It seems to be part of the experience... Is the things in the memory area of ​​the experience not disappear, but need to be "encountered" to inspire?]

"answer."

The unknown woman in front of her suddenly turned into a stern voice.

[She thinks I am a hero…]

[She is asking for the rank.]

[If I were a hero, then…]

1.

Sword Soldier Saber

2.

Assassin

“assassin”

This is the best job rank to deceive the past

"No wonder... I don't even have a breath facing each other. It seems that the level of breath cutting is quite high..."

[success]

"So, why is there no order curse?"

"...have no idea."

[It seems to be something that binds heroic spirits...if there is no...]

The body has made some preparations instinctively.

It seems to be... ready to adjust the feeling of charging towards the other party.

[Well? How should I attack if... I fight?]

It seems that I can't recall it before the attack.

But I don't seem to be disgusted with attacking women.

To be precise, there seems to be no requirement for the method of combat targets.

"Is it because the follower summoned the follower? As expected, if you use the bug, you won't be able to do everything well..."

Sighs can be seen from some of the faces exposed by the woman.

[Submit summons the follower?]

Makoto immediately felt a strange smell.

"By the way, where is your wish?"

"...No, look at the master, but you don't seem to be my master."

With a sneer, try to provoke it.

"Hmph! But I'll summon you! Although there is no spell, since you are just assassin, I won't be afraid of a guy without a strong opponent of magic!"

Ordinary magicians generally do not say such words to heroes.

[Well? She said before…]

(No wonder... I don't even have a breath when I face to face...)

(Is it because the follower summoned the follower?)

[Is it...]

Suddenly I had an idea. Although it felt a bit crazy, it seemed to be far inferior to that person.

[That person?]
To be continued...