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“Charge! Follow Lady Clara’s lead!”

Right on cue, the adventurers, soldiers, exorcists, and instructors unleashed their assault. Enhanced swords and spears, arrows infused with elemental magic, throwing knives—all hurled forward. Lightning crackled, beams of light shot forward, wind blades, fireballs, and ice shards—an overwhelming barrage.

“Physical attacks alone will not do much good,” Coppelia muttered with disdain, standing beside me as we both withdrew to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. She squinted at the flashes of light, explosions, and the dust cloud that obscured Igoronak.

“So, it’s still up to my purification spells to break through. Though it feels like a perilous gamble to take him on alone.”

Somewhat to my surprise, Coppelia nodded thoughtfully at my admission, uncharacteristically agreeing with me.

“Indeed. Even with your inhuman abilities, the enemy is a genuine monster whose core has partially shifted from the physical to the astral plane. It’s no surprise this is such a struggle.”

It’s good that she’s being understanding, though did she just imply that I’m a bit of a monster too?

“But even if the standard four elemental magics—Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind—are ineffective, the higher-tier magics of Sky and Will can still work wonders, even against spiritual or incorporeal foes!”

Incidentally, the healing magic I use is considered a branch of Will, and my usual Close spell falls under the Sky tree.

“Sky, you say? Well, I can use it to some extent, but I haven’t learned any offensive magic under that domain.”

Or rather, Sky-related attack spells are classified as forbidden arts, accessible only to top experts in magic, priests versed in ancient magic, or the highest levels of the military. Ordinary folks like me wouldn’t even have the chance to study them.

“I have!—Well, to be precise, that is the one and only weapon this body is equipped with, held in reserve for just such an occasion!”

Coppelia puffed up her chest proudly. Rocket punches don’t count as weapons?

“Keh keh keh! Just you watch, Igor! For stealing my research, murdering me, and parading your endless parade of women before my eyes—I’ll finally exact my revenge!” And there it is. A slip of pure motive. “Once I unleash this Ultimate Arcane Armament, an area with a one-kilomerte radius will be completely swallowed into the void! Nothing can survive. I guarantee it!”

“Don’t use such a dangerous weapon here!!”

I retorted immediately, and Coppelia crossed her arms, nodding thoughtfully.

“Indeed. To use it, I’d need to hold him in place for at least a minute and specify the exact coordinates. Even if I wanted to use it, I couldn’t. You see, the original intent of the device was to bring two-dimensional waifus into three-dimensional reality, but somehow it turned into a weapon.”
“Too much information! Anyway, I’ll lure Igoronak away from here to a secluded area, and once there, I’ll do whatever it takes to immobilize him so you can deploy your secret weapon.”

Before I’d even finished speaking, Igoronak’s eyes flashed ominously, and adventurers and soldiers caught in his gaze crumpled lifelessly to the ground, one after another.

“—ugh!”

I felt a moment of chill, but thanks to the protection of the Robe of Sant’Angelo, I was able to evade quickly without taking much damage.

“Napalm!”

Though I already knew it wouldn’t be effective, I unleashed a barrage of Napalm spells to serve as both a distraction and a blazing spectacle, drawing his attention as Coppelia and I slipped from the church grounds into the forest.

“Hmm… planning something, are you? But in your current state, what could you possibly achieve?”

Igoronak advanced with ease, moving as fast—if not faster—than me, though whether he was walking or floating beneath his dark robes, I couldn’t tell.

“Napalm, Napalm, Napalm, Napalm, Purify!”
“Megiddo!”

Igoronak ignored the incoming Napalms, charging forward with an air of indifference. When I mixed a Purify spell into the attack, he conjured a black flame in his left hand and countered, causing both flames to cancel each other out.

“Megiddo!”
“Watch out, dodge it!”

Just as Igoronak launched a stream of black fire at us like a flamethrower, Coppelia shouted her warning. I immediately dove into the underbrush, and the black flames passed overhead, leaving the trees in their path to rot instantly, snapping like twigs and disintegrating into dust before hitting the ground.

“You won’t escape… Megiddo!”
“Gah!?”

Thanks to the thick layer of fallen leaves, I managed to avoid injury, but Igoronak continued his attack, scattering the black flames like water from a watering can.

There’s no way to dodge this!

As I scrambled through the forest with Coppelia, Igor’s voice rang out again.

“This ends now… Megiddo!”

A massive wave of black fire surged, blanketing the area, and when the flames cleared, the once-verdant landscape was now a lifeless wasteland, devoid of any sign of life.

“…Is it over? A bit underwhelming, but…”

He muttered as he turned his back, certain that no one could have survived. And that’s when I took my chance, striking at his unguarded back.

“Purify!”

I unleashed a concentrated blast of purification, hitting him dead on.

“Gwaaaaaaah!”

Igoronak let out a scream of pain, clearly shaken by the blow. He quickly pinpointed my location from the trajectory and launched another wave of black fire.

“Megiddo!”

But—

“That won’t work! Purify!”

I held up a sturdy shield and saw his black flames disperse uselessly against it. My counterattack, the Purify, struck him again, causing Igoronak to stagger back.

“Im-, impossible. How can you…?”

His gaze narrowed as he peered through the darkness and caught sight of the shield I’d held up with non-elemental magic. He looked shocked.

“Go ahead. If you think you can break through this ridiculously tough shield, be my guest!”

Standing before him was the towering shield—the soul-less form of the gigantic Death Knight, Bartholomew. Igoronak stared at it, speechless.

“…Are you sure you’re still human, doing this?” muttered Coppelia, safely huddled behind me.

“There’s no time for sentimentalism in battle! If Bartholomew had any consciousness left, he’d no doubt be proud to serve as a warrior in this way!”
“Would he, though…?”

Coppelia tilted her head, and I could almost imagine Bartholomew looking somewhat reluctant. But that was probably just my imagination.

Translator’s Note:

I have a confession to make. We have been pretty inconsistent in how we translate 〈空〉magic domain. The kanji itself means empty, void, and sky, but the author treated it like it means space. Not outer space, but “space” as in time and space.

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize that Author just arbitrarily took the first kanji from space (空間) for it. Thing is, these two kanji are inseparable if you want to express “space”. It’s like trying to say Venus (金星) but only use the first kanji (金) which means money/friday.

So, yeah. If you would, please continue to treat the Sky magic domain as Space in this novel. Besides, the Will (識) magic tree never existed until this chapter. It was Illusionary (幻) before.

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