I Summoned a Max Level Demon by Myself

Episode 87

“Wouldn’t winning be easy? Looking at the level of humans from a moment ago, I don’t think you’ll be an opponent to Xian.”

“… … Normally it would be.”

The finals won’t be easy.

What I was convinced of through the preliminaries was not only the overwhelming pleasure of stamping out opponents.

‘At least those who have the ability to compete with me or to be wary of are put into another group.’

There was a high possibility that an opponent who was similar to me or clearly one level higher than me would emerge from the finals.

‘Because the guys participating in this kind of competition were random.’

Luck X Mangem.

On the other hand, there are times when only small fish, who do not know where they are from, appear and pass easily.

There are also occasional situations where the entire space is filled with monsters.

According to the rules of the contest, only wizards under the age of 25 can participate, so the number of people who can appear will be extremely limited… … .

‘At least at this point and in this event, the opponents we should be most concerned about… … .’

Was it because I was just thinking about it?

Cheer.

“… … hmm?”

“… … oh?”

Fierce, dense mana that pierces the skin.

“now… … The next group should be holding preliminary rounds.”

It’s like when you think of someone from a while ago and you sense an unusual mana fluctuation.

I inadvertently looked back at the arena where the next qualifier was held.

aaang!

Out there, in the arena, I witnessed the sight of an absurdly wide range of flames sweeping the entire arena.

“… … Hmmm.”

“Magic?”

A wide-ranging explosion technique that is produced purely by magical power.

If what I’ve guessed is correct.

“… … 5 circle flare blast.”

If you are talented enough to participate in the competition and go for it casually.

I focused on my vision and looked at the center of the arena.

There must have been only one wizard left in that heatwave.

The flames dissipate and the smoke begins to disperse in the blowing wind.

looks smart

“Michelle Whistinil.”

A hooded girl raises her cane.

She scattered majestic and fierce flames, and smiled so lightly and brightly.

“Ahahahahaha! Did you see? Did you see this? This is the magic of this genius!”

I am not ashamed of my own talent… … On the contrary, it was arrogance to the point where the viewer wanted to cover their face.

“Because I will win this contest! Everyone is looking forward to it!”

However, no one would dare to criticize the girl for her proud declaration.

Because you show off your talent.

A magical darling who reached the 5th circle at the age of 16.

Heretic, the only student out of the Forest of Wisdom who jumped out into the world.

that’s Michelle.

“… … Apparently, the bomb went off.”

That the cheeky genius is over there.

It means you have to face me in this match.

* * *

Michelle Whistinil.

If there is a heroine that each class represents, what does she symbolize?

Magic.

A genius of the magic system classified here as public magic.

The Forest of Wisdom, which is said to be one of the oldest schools of magic.

A faction referring to mages who, unlike the Mage’s Tower, live in seclusion in a forest completely isolated from the world.

Forest of Wisdom.

One of the wizards who train in that forest, wise men who are thought to overturn the common sense of magic if one comes out to the mundane world.

Michelle is probably the youngest of the wizards in the Forest of Wisdom.

“… … sage? what is that? Is that kid being dragged away by people’s hands?”

“That guy is different from his personality.”

Actually, Michelle is a character that makes it difficult to recall the school, which is mysticism itself.

He flaunts his splendid magic, roasts all his competitors, and boasts while running around.

I like to show off.

It is greed itself.

He studies and pursues magic more passionately than anyone else.

A girl who is frugal, calm, and has no ties to being intellectual.

“Surely that guy left.”

I expected.

With an extremely low probability in magic-related events, Michelle participates as a justification to show off her skills.

also.

“also?”

“To earn pocket money.”

Because of that personality, the elders of the Forest of Wisdom get scolded every day for telecommunications and often cut off their pocket money.

It was no exaggeration to say that 70% of the troubles related to magic were caused by Michelle.

If you feel sorry for Saint Alpine’s words and actions that make the onlookers drool over the night.

That magical genius is troublemakers in a different sense.

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‘Are these the heroines?’

You may shake your head, but this is not the time to wait and see.

Michelle entered and passed the preliminary round.

It means… … .

“Whoop whoop! did you see black magician? And demons!”

“ha… … .”

Michelle, who had just been dragged out of the arena, is talking to me proudly.

As expected, I wondered who was conscious of who did that needlessly loud magic a while ago… … .

“Are you talking about me?”

“of course! Who else besides you, the warlock?”

It is strangely burning a sense of competition.

“Why did you come to this competition?”

“Actually, the old men of the tower encouraged me to come out when my pocket money ran out, but I never thought you would be here.”

“I would like to say the same. … … older than you?”

However, Michelle arbitrarily changes the subject, as if she has no intention of answering my question.

“Good opportunity! Black Mage! I wanted to compete with you!”

“I didn’t want to compete.”

“Yes, I would say so… … . Eh?”

Michelle pretended to have assumed that I would fight back with enthusiasm.

“Poetry, don’t you like it?”

“Of course, isn’t it?”

unbelievable eyes.

“Are you a wizard?”

“A black magician.”

“That’s it!”

It’s enough if you use black or blue magic well. cancer!

Clearly, we can say that we are wizards who pursue the opposite type of emotion.

The reason I practice magic is to improve the quality of my life that the improvement of that ability will bring.

Michelle is the type who only has a romance with magic itself.

In short, magic.

“Don’t you want to compete against similar opponents?”

“hahahaha, that’s not even funny. A more similar opponent than me?”

“Are you going to say no?”

“The difference of one circle wouldn’t be so easy.”

4th and 5th circles.

It’s not just a difference of one circle.

Although the amount of magic power of one circle difference varies from person to person, it is said that it is at least a multiple of the previous level.

Even more so, the ability to deal with it.

“Hmm~. A difference of only one circle?”

But for some reason, Michelle muttered as if she had heard a ridiculous joke.

It’s like you don’t believe in common sense.

“What do you mean?”

“When I see it, I don’t think there is that much of a difference in skill, right?”

Staring intently into my eyes.

As if that alone could measure the capacity circulating within me.

“Assuming that the difference between circles is absolute is a third-rate way of just using magic.”

“In short, not me?”

“I was noticing. When I won the qualifier, you were looking at how you could beat me, right?”

Did he notice my gaze from that position?

Even more so, what am I measuring?

“Warlock, I believe you will make a great opponent for me.”

“… … .”

“If you compete with all your might and desperately devise, you will be able to reach a higher level?”

In that sense, I raised my expectations as soon as I realized that I had entered the competition.

“Don’t you have any desire to lose?”

“Well, since I have no intention of losing, I’ll try my own tricks.”

“Surprisingly, you can’t be honest.”

“Let’s ask one more than that.”

“huh? anything.”

Michelle nodded happily, as if she didn’t mind if I asked anything instead.

“Michelle, what are you motivated to do in a competition like this?”

“It’s obvious.”

It seems like you’re asking all these trivial things.

“My magic is the best in the world! To prove that I, who uses it, am the best wizard!”

“… … Right.”

My grasp on her is over.

At least nothing has changed in the characters I know.

“Then let’s win as expected. … … second seat.”

As she said, despite knowing the difference in talent, there was no plan to lose.

If we lose here in the first place, we will not be able to fulfill the condition set by the emperor.

‘Because I don’t have the heart to cover the means.’

only way to win.

When he said it, revealing his true intentions a little, Michelle smiled broadly as if she was happy that her eyes were right.

* * *

“… … I remember that we parted ways with the feeling that we were ahead of the great showdown, promising the finals.”

“Yes, yes, it was. Looking forward to it now, right? Devil sister there?”

“Huh, I’m also looking forward to Xian’s performance.”

… … what is it

A genius in the magic world whom we just met a little while ago and our demonic sister get along very well.

“Michelle, why are you here?”

“Did you come to play?”

There was still time before the finals.

Recovering the consumed mana and planning for the next match would make the match more spectacular.

Of course, no wizard wanted to waste that time, and I also intended to do my own ‘training’.

For some reason, Michelle, whom we had parted with nicely a while ago, seems to be following me to my studio as if nothing happened.

Noticing it, I turned around and shamelessly waved my hand.

“Oh, I skipped meals, do you have anything to eat?”

“In the Forest of Wisdom, do you teach first-time visitors to eat first?”

“It’s not the first time I’ve seen it.”

How many conversations did we have after meeting in the Forest of Blood?

Even what this guy was doing at the time, I haven’t been able to see his nose since then.

“Ahahahaha~, don’t worry about trivial things.”

“I was about to train from now on. If you’re going to come hang out, at least come after the game is over, right?”

“I’m not telling you not to come.”

“… … Chit.”

I see.

Maybe it’s because the frequency of guests coming these days is increasing.

“I didn’t come here to disturb you. The fact that I came to play is only half true.”

“… … It’s true that half of you came to play.”

“I’m just a little concerned.”

Michelle’s eyes scan me again as she continues her conversation in a light manner, as if she is still joking.

“… … .”

“Don’t be on your guard. black magician. There’s no way you’re just doing something trivial like spying, right? I’d rather give it to you!”

“for a moment? what… … You say?”

“I will teach you the tricks of magic.”

For a moment I wondered what bullsh*t he was talking about, and I was at a loss for what to say.

so unexpected.

It escaped the behavioral patterns of Michelle, which she had only grasped as a game.

“Black Mage. You’re the type who doesn’t get motivated if there’s no benefit, right?”

I decided to call it philistine.

“… … so?”

“So a gift! I’ll teach you the tricks, so try your hand at the competition.”

Only then did I realize

Michelle is a girl who is fascinated by magic itself and burns all her passion for magic.

That’s why there are often times when others see it as different from eccentricity.

“What are you thinking?”

“Isn’t it much more fun to show off your skills the hard way than winning funnily?”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“If you reduce the difference even a little, it will be a good match, right? yes? huh?”

They came to the conclusion that they should teach their rivals to engage in more spectacular magic warfare.

… … Indeed, a true genius has a taste for his head.

I truly felt it.