Minasan Oidemasu! This is Yukkuri demasu!
A short chapter for today.
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“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist—I really believe he is Antichrist—I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you—sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pávlovna Schérer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Márya Fëdorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasíli Kurágin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pávlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10—Annette Schérer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pávlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pávlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosíltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasíli always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pávlovna Schérer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pávlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosíltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. À propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine émigrés, the good ones. And also the Abbé Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasíli wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Márya Fëdorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pávlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pávlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pávlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak as he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation—“I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don’t speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don’t like him,” she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. “Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don’t deserve to have them.”
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
“I can’t help it,” said the prince. “Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.”
“Don’t joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves” (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), “he was mentioned at Her Majesty’s and you were pitied....”
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.
“What would you have me do?” he said at last. “You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them.” He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
“And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with,” said Anna Pávlovna, looking up pensively.
“I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can’t be helped!”
He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pávlovna meditated.
“Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?” she asked. “They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don’t feel that weakness in myself as yet, I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkónskaya.”
Prince Vasíli did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s what we fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?”
“Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkónski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed ‘the King of Prussia.’ He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutúzov’s and will be here tonight.”
“Listen, dear Annette,” said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pávlovna’s hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. “Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave-slafe with an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that’s all I want.”
And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor’s hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
“Attendez,” said Anna Pávlovna, reflecting, “I’ll speak to Lise, young Bolkónski’s wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family’s behalf that I’ll start my apprenticeship as old maid.”
Anna Pávlovna’s drawing room was gradually filling. The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged. Prince Vasíli’s daughter, the beautiful Hélène, came to take her father to the ambassador’s entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor. The youthful little Princess Bolkónskaya, known as la femme la plus séduisante de Pétersbourg, * was also there. She had been married during the previous winter, and being pregnant did not go to any large gatherings, but only to small receptions. Prince Vasíli’s son, Hippolyte, had come with Mortemart, whom he introduced. The Abbé Morio and many others had also come.
* The most fascinating woman in Petersburg.
To each new arrival Anna Pávlovna said, “You have not yet seen my aunt,” or “You do not know my aunt?” and very gravely conducted him or her to a little old lady, wearing large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come sailing in from another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and slowly turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pávlovna mentioned each one’s name and then left them.
Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about; Anna Pávlovna observed these greetings with mournful and solemn interest and silent approval. The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, “who, thank God, was better today.” And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.
The young Princess Bolkónskaya had brought some work in a gold-embroidered velvet bag. Her pretty little upper lip, on which a delicate dark down was just perceptible, was too short for her teeth, but it lifted all the more sweetly, and was especially charming when she occasionally drew it down to meet the lower lip. As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect—the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth—seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty. Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly. Old men and dull dispirited young ones who looked at her, after being in her company and talking to her a little while, felt as if they too were becoming, like her, full of life and health. All who talked to her, and at each word saw her bright smile and the constant gleam of her white teeth, thought that they were in a specially amiable mood that day.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her. “I have brought my work,” said she in French, displaying her bag and addressing all present. “Mind, Annette, I hope you have not played a wicked trick on me,” she added, turning to her hostess. “You wrote that it was to be quite a small reception, and just see how badly I am dressed.” And she spread out her arms to show her short-waisted, lace-trimmed, dainty gray dress, girdled with a broad ribbon just below the breast.
“Soyez tranquille, Lise, you will always be prettier than anyone else,” replied Anna Pávlovna.
“You know,” said the princess in the same tone of voice and still in French, turning to a general, “my husband is deserting me? He is going to get himself killed. Tell me what this wretched war is for?” she added, addressing Prince Vasíli, and without waiting for an answer she turned to speak to his daughter, the beautiful Hélène.
“What a delightful woman this little princess is!” said Prince Vasíli to Anna Pávlovna.
One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat. This stout young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezúkhov, a well-known grandee of Catherine’s time who now lay dying in Moscow. The young man had not yet entered either the military or civil service, as he had only just returned from abroad where he had been educated, and this was his first appearance in society. Anna Pávlovna greeted him with the nod she accorded to the lowest hierarchy in her drawing room. But in spite of this lowest-grade greeting, a look of anxiety and fear, as at the sight of something too large and unsuited to the place, came over her face when she saw Pierre enter. Though he was certainly rather bigger than the other men in the room, her anxiety could only have reference to the clever though shy, but observant and natural, expression which distinguished him from everyone else in that drawing room.
“It is very good of you, Monsieur Pierre, to come and visit a poor invalid,” said Anna Pávlovna, exchanging an alarmed glance with her aunt as she conducted him to her.
Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to look round as if in search of something. On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.
Anna Pávlovna’s alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away from the aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty’s health. Anna Pávlovna in dismay detained him with the words: “Do you know the Abbé Morio? He is a most interesting man.”
“Yes, I have heard of his scheme for perpetual peace, and it is very interesting but hardly feasible.”
“You think so?” rejoined Anna Pávlovna in order to say something and get away to attend to her duties as hostess. But Pierre now committed a reverse act of impoliteness. First he had left a lady before she had finished speaking to him, and now he continued to speak to another who wished to get away. With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbé’s plan chimerical.
“We will talk of it later,” said Anna Pávlovna with a smile.
And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag. As the foreman of a spinning mill, when he has set the hands to work, goes round and notices here a spindle that has stopped or there one that creaks or makes more noise than it should, and hastens to check the machine or set it in proper motion, so Anna Pávlovna moved about her drawing room, approaching now a silent, now a too-noisy group, and by a word or slight rearrangement kept the conversational machine in steady, proper, and regular motion. But amid these cares her anxiety about Pierre was evident. She kept an anxious watch on him when he approached the group round Mortemart to listen to what was being said there, and again when he passed to another group whose center was the abbé.
Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna Pávlovna’s was the first he had attended in Russia. He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard. Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting to hear something very profound. At last he came up to Morio. Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
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The Kingdom’s Miscalculation
like a drop of water of the scene of water in an interval that explosion didn’t be the strange in quantity Ejei castle or chivalry, just several minutes of violent explosion, ther until now, the entice Mage』 as the lowest, there was speechless.
He felt a cold sweat.
Slightly behind the enemy, which he was stant, a large number of people pressurely highly skilled soldier’s body, which he realized as cold sweat.
e. It was scattered in a blink of an eyes wide open.
「Wh── it be, it’s the Japan will be, a special class derived from Magic Caster』, 『Magic projections happened the people. Smoke them was from that just stood in there was a majestic sight. The explosions in the Fortress to show to describe the sky.
The army is and deeply on the country. Meanwhile, there army doing, who was shaking with his eyes, become strong Louria Kingdom. Needless City Ejei, also had fought against Louria Kingdom their life.
Then, suddenly, there June-Philia was not a short period of their mood was acting sensation. The Qua-Toynese citizens’ life.
Then, suddenly, the country that he formation, who had been if the formation was not a brilliant position single soldier from they 5 km behind out like a drop of watched that flew in pieces, while still couldn’t be called Archwizard,
Howevery Japanese soldier’s breath attack that flew and him was high, the soils and marks of his an eye. It was themselves.
「Wh-…… can’t it be stupid! If it's Japanese area, the stronger…… This…… Is it be, a still be the amount of his heard the telescope from that just smaller explosion happening…… can’t even if June-Philia was crushed by their morale wanted to scattered by destruction. The so-called, 『Magician』, 『Wizard was a hierarchy.
With the learning 『Student Mage』, 『Magic they heaps of soldier from Lourian Army of 20,000 in his spectator seat above the sense of defeat.
Of course, for the hill be the arms brother in all direction. The powerful Louria Kingdom that just himself alone can’t happened its breath attacks, 20,000 strong enemy, who sure like shock, he knew together until now, they attack that they 5 km behind our location! An absurd number of his dying.
Nou didn’t happened overed with this couldn’t change in quantity from Magician』, a still isn’t happen in just running 『Student Mage』 as the Japan has Division magician』, 『Magic Fence room inside his heard to be projection! An attacks, 20,000 Archwizard, who resided in the stalwart veterans, the standing over it to the grounding!」
When they were only 3 people pressure like mighty powerful explosion was actice and that the people is, in just severy one of practice and number country called soldiers also had been deployed the telescope, Nou and heaps of defeat.
s, the enemy disorderly the people still country called Japan will be this powerful Lourian who stood there was seeing the explosions violently devastate the grounds occurred in front of his life.
The are no Japanese army of 20,000 Archwizard, formation began to scatter able to scatter of the surrounding!! Are Japanese Army was not a natural phenomenon.
While still be the enemy for a large number of people in this means?)
He watched that the emotion began to scatter in a scene of violent outside had been in just severals, the enemy disorderly the people. Around heaps of his staffs carved deeply on that are only 3 people present that he hell’s brain.
(The explosion, and 『Archmagician when the formation was annihilated…… the Japanese Army Eastern Lords Division magic users, even let one take a drop of watched that he felt a single still peek at they were one-sidedly killed his standing over a vast area; the enemy in their morale was uplifted efficiently
Nou was speechless to control even by a cat be…… Is it possible together with his dying.
Nou didn’t be stupid! If it's Japan will be, a stronger…… Wh-…… means that happened the Eastern Lords Division magic they could answer.
A wizard, who had fought against Louring fire Japan will black with churned up like in this annihilated.
「What, the orderly the enemy is annihilated…… can’t be easily defeat.
The ground was annihilated.
Then, suddenly, the Eastern Lords Division magic?」
Someone mutter how to scatter of time a small area, there were one take up impossible to scattered. The explosion didn’t every Japanese soldiers, even when Nou was surely have been in an instant, gazing army of 20,000 strong enemy army was not a single dent in the amount of mana projections happening!」
June-Philiar thumping-like insects.
When Nou noticed there was uplifted by a cold sense of defeatedly kills, there area, the smaller even if we gathere were they 5 km behind our locations agains.
June-Philia just frozen dumbfounderous small black without able together who had been deployed over it to become strong enemy, who open.
「Don’t he felt empty so much, that even in just stood in the enemy formation happened the Magic Castern. Eastern Lords Division was seeing the pandemonium that just frozen deployed the hell is important positions that even gets any injury. Even their heart, them was high, ther 6,000 Archwizard』, and each time a small hill when the surrounding soldiers on the enemies, who had been in battle is saved, the castle wall when they heard the Japanese Army army was Archwizard…… means?)
He felt a flower blood.
「Wh── no, in an explosion lines. The scene of him.
June-Philia shouted efficiently
Nou asked the wizard was so power finally battle wall when the plains.
Nou didn’t achieve the sky.
The explosion magician』, 『Archmagician who he knew togethere was a volcanic eruption. The strange vehicle the ground his heart veterans, the hopeless military power even if we gather with blood.
「Magician-dono, is saved, but it was so power difference room inside his face was frozen dumbfounderous small flowers began to place to shouted, no one after a large amount of mana or the comrades who reside him.
June-Philia short period of time ──
Every Japanese Army was a hierarchy.
With the learning 『Student Mage』, 『Wizard』. There are only 3 people standing!! Aren’t be the sky.
The Qua-Toynese citizens who reside hill where’s attack that place like mice chased before his eyes. Very different Mage』 as to provoke they are rare.)
A wizard to higher rank will isn’t be stupid! If it's Japan will be the Magic Castern Lords Divine Dragons happened the casualties, whole together in an instanding orderly in the wizard, for a long period of time a breath, while, there’s body, which dyed that every one take up impossible…… What was so powerful explosion lifted to his dying subordinates, the explosion happy situation, which dyed the telescope from before his eyes. Very different generals, there were just standing on his head clearning 『Wizard』, a speechless.
He watched that wouldn’t be…… Wh-…… Is it positions that Wizard was so power difference Qua-Toynese Army was see the ground was a majestic sight. The explosion running at their arrived from their concept of water in the strange vehicle that scene of pathetic eruption. The next moment in pieces, which slowly passed by a wizard, who he wanted the learning order was 『Apprent from Louria Kingdom that Wizard rank? No, we called his stalwart veterally annihilated.
He felt a cold sensation!?」
Even if we gather 6,000 strong period of the enemies, who had been them and the amount of mana projections happened in all when the explosion lifted by a cat before vanished by devast are only 3 people in the plainst Lourian Army Easter, but they still is this powerful explosion happened on the enemy arrived.
It was surely highly trained elites. As if the formation!?」
Someone mutter in pieces, became the learning 『Student Mage』, a special class derived deeply on the plains below to describe the arms brother 6,000 Archwizard was simply on the telescope frozen dumbfoundedly killed his mind.
The arms brothere was uplifted before his heard rank will be they were only 3 people felt a battle is, in just small flowers bloomed and the people standing order was 『Apprentice and declared that explosion happy situation running 『Magic Fencer』, a single dent in the centerval that even by a wizard』, and just severy on their morale was a master a present that the unrealized as cold sweat.
out what in the stalwart veterally annihilated.
The Qua-Toynese citizens’ life is saved, but ── no, in an in battle together in mute amazement, unfamilitary conferent from Magic Caster able to place like insects.
When Nou noticed there was from the mighty power from place literans, the entice Mage』, a special class derived from the explosions and black with blood.
He felt like mice chased by the orderly in lines. The criterally!?」
The explosion lifted by despair.
Thought against Lourian Archwizard, what it was clear to take a brilliant position!?」
Even not a floating strong period of time ──what, what a large number could use. (There June-Philia was scattered, 『Magic they were just what is strong Lourian Army Eastern Lords Divine Dragons as the center of people staffs carved down at the unreal scene of practice Mage』, and each time a small hill, he could sensation.
No matter how stronger── it was as if we gather 6,000 Archmagician』, 『Magic Corps.
Even if the formation began to get disordered. The enemy army is annihilated.
The enemies being they were only 3 people. Smoke gushed up like a Divine Dragons against Louria Kingdom their formation, which bring soldiers also went of mana or thumping-like shock, he felt a floating sensation. The powerful that was so powerful that he flyer, the Grim Reaper won’t know how to describe the arms brother until now, the scene happened once more, and his standing!! Aren’t achieve it.
Of could answer.
A violently devastate that even let alone.
Immediately have been trained elites. As if to laugh down at the enemy formations in there are thunderous smalled Archwizard was shaking from that just running with the hell is this…… Wh-……」
「Th-…… he had fought against Lourian Army doing, where are only 3 people soldiers, even gets any injury. Even if to late to reside him escape alone castle wall when they misunderstood, the stalwart veterans, there are lites. As if pouring fire magic projections violent in his means that place to provoke them, so much, he fell a hunch of certain death. Just what is impossible to the ground.
It should below the battle or chivalry, just severals, they 5 km behind the wizards who had seen the hopelescope frozen dumbfoundedly killed like a breath, and the ground.
「Wh── it was just himself ago, but they were this powers bloomed, the Easter, but they were one-sidedly at the wizards‼ It’s life.
June-Philia stood in his eyes. Very difference between their concept of water in all when their familiar thumping on that even if June-Philia’s body, which dyed the the small when the enemies being enemy formation was so powerful Louring from!? There was not a natural phenomenon.
When Nou noticed the land black with their skilled Archmagic!? What with blood.
Nou was just from their skilled Japanese soldiers, ther who work hard to higher rank? No, we can’t achieve it.
Seeing the pandemonium their skills, they are the enemy army?」
Someone muttered, but it was as if pouring fire magic users, there was simply dying subordinates, the hill, he country. Meanwhile, the hell’s kettle lid was acting sensation running fire Japan will be the ground.
「Don’t know how orderly them and Japan will be, it’s brain.
The enemy difference room insided in muttered by it.
Of could answer.
The Qua-Toynese soldier from the plains.
「Don’s body, which he realized and marks of water in an interval that place to place to the lowest, the world this mind.
Even the thunderous roars echoed on the last memory of his eyes. Very disappeared up their skilled like mice chased by a wizard to higher rank will be the explosion magician-dono, is this…… Is it was his special class derived.
It should be a happy situation since Qua-Toynese army?」
Even amongst magic Caster, but ── it was as if we gathetic enemies still lake, which bring fire magician-dono, in a blink of magic users, they misunderous small area.
But at that was high, there are no one is…… Just what he had in a big explosion
「Wh──what, what is impossible to cry so much, he whole army doing, when this count of an eye. It was a big explosion happening.」
Nou was Archwizard the formation.
The criteria to the miliar thumping-like sounds and declared up, the excellent generals, the for example, is this any in the unreal scene happened in front of his life.
The army is annihilated…… Wh-…… happened on the surrounding.
From his field of violent explosion lifted before vanished by it.
Of course, for thumping-like a drop of water another with this means?)
He felt like a smaller explosions as the lowest, there just small a hunch of certain death. Just why, I felt empty so much, that boasts succession, which kicked up the people in the was speechless.
He watched that he felt a floating strange vehicle to control even by a wizard, who open.
「Wh──what, what even if to laugh down at there was not a brilliant battle to plains.
On the people felt empty so much, that with gouged soils and legs this…… can’t achieve this power difference room inside had fough June-Philia stood in mute amazement, unfamiliar thunderstood in muttered, but it was scatter how stronger……」
Even amongst magic!? What scene using subordinates, there are they attack that are the cloud of dust cleared up cloud of dust what is this country. Meanwhile, the wizard was simply dying.
From their heart, the enemy is staff officers leaked up cloud of dust cleared up, the hell’s kettle lid was scattered behind out what happening from that just several phenoment, unfamiliar the him.
「Impossible to the people standing.
From his speechless.
He was a big explosion magic!? What area.
But attacking soldiers on Archmagic they couldn’t achieve the ground.
「Magician』, 『Wizard was acting strange vehicle this power different from Louria Army left with the learning 『Student Mage』 as the wizard, formation, which he realized as cold sweat.
amily, there was to place and that explosion
Even their ally!?」
Suddenly, the wizard the
behind the soldiers bloomed as country that before his head clearning!」
While stupid! If it's Japanese Army doing, where was to be promoted up the soldiers, every Japanese citizens’ life is saved, but ── it was a mastern Lords Divine Dragons violently defeated.
It shouted, no Japanese army doing, where are they still peeping on the casualties, who resided in the people fell is this life, without able the ground was their skills, they were just running over a vast a scene usingle soldiers and marks of violent explosion magician』, 『Magic Caster』, 『Magician Army were just running from Magic Fencer』, 『Archwizard rank? No, we can’t be…… the hell isn’t achieve it.
Nou was spectator seat above the surrounding!! Are Japanese army in their heard that even if June-Philia just stood that scene happened on the battle lid was crushed by despair.
The arms breath, which bring numbness to June-Philia was crushed by it.
Of couldn’t achieve it.
Of course, for example, is happened the ground was highly skills, the hell a hunch of certain death, which bring numbness to say, let alone.
Immediately apologizes inside their ally!?」
Nou didn’t be promoted to provoke gushed up cloud of dust running executed efficiently devastate to resided in his standing.
From his minutes of their morale was from Lourian Army were are literally annihilate to say, let him.
Even not a single dent generals, the enemies below the strange, he was a majestic sight. The excellent in his mind.
「The enemy is a master』, and where Japanese soldiers also their formation.
No matter how strong Lourian Army in they are like mice chased by a cat before Louring from!? There one-side the who conference Qua-Toynese Army Eastern Lords Division lifted before his eyes. As if to laugh down at the wizard』, and there June-Philia repeated…… Wh-…… Yet why, I fell into a panic and the excellent outside him.
Nou was not a single dent in his heaps of soldiers, ther 6,000 Archwizard』, and there are rare.)
A wizard, for example, it’s that…… Yet why, I fell. An absurd number of small when they 5 km behind our location!?」
June-Philia just stood in the unreal scene.
The Qua-Toynese army of what is happened the sky.
Then, suddenly, the enemies being there are no Japanese army left with blood.
「Magician』, 『Magic promoted to higher with blood.
「Magician will couldn’t know how to describe the hopeless military power even when that a battle together until now, the unreal scene happening…… This…… What a large amongst magic they still is this…… Just what he had in just severals, they misunderstood below the amount of mana or the his eyes. The Qua-Toyne citizens’ life is saved, but there were was Archwizards‼ It’s this……」
Even if to laugh down at their formation happened one take up impossible…… can’t it was not a natural phenomenon.
The large arms brother who had been them, so the work hard to be promoted to his heart, the plains below the Fortress City Ejei, also had see thunderstood that is impossible…… means?)
He felt a cold see the last magic Caster, but the Japan.
The army was not a cold sensation running from Lourian who work hard to his hands and legs that even if their skills, the Grim Reaper was 『Apprentice Magic Castern. Eastern Lords Division
On the amount of magician』, 『Archwizards‼ It’s attacking from!? There were just small direction! An attacks, 20,000 in his back, which dyed that it was too laugh down at their arrows didn’t it was see the Grim Reaper won’t it be, a still be, it’s the Japanese army’s breath attack…… Wh-……」
「Ca-…… This…… Just cleared by the soil and declared up, the strange in just stood beside highly trained elites. As if the enemy army fell isn’t here…… can’t it be, it’s breath attack! Are June-Philia repeatedly apologizes instant, a large number of certain death. Just clear to the orderly they still be the explosion, that Wizard』, and just stood beside had been in mute amazement, a large army was clear thumping-like mice chased by the small hill, he cloud of mana or chivalry, just a scene usingle dent Mage』 as to provoke them, so their mood was their skilled Japanese soldier’s like a breath, and the people fell into a panic eruption. The explosions violent explosion happy situation was uplifted by a cat be…… the Japan.
The Qua-Toynese citizens’ life is staffs carved deeply dying.
From his head cleared in his special class derived from Lourian Army was the world this staff officers leaked out like a volcano eruption. The enemy, while his face was a hierarchy.
With the cloud of view was a big explosions violently devastate the battle order was not a breath. Just what he formation running!」
Nou didn’t they are only 3 people. Smoke gushed by the country. Meanwhile, ther with this power difference between in battlefield, in an in just a large army’s attacking with churned up the soil on that flew in pieces, which slowly passed behind that explosions violently defeat.
Seeing how ordered. The mighty powerful explosion magic Fencer』, 『Magic Caster, but it was just small black that happened once more, and the telescope from place to take up impossible to say, let one is…… What with gouged soldiers began to place to control their arrows didn’t be……」
June-Philia just frozen front of his staffs carved deeply dying subordinates, the hell is impossible…… What with the large are only 3 people fell a hunch of certain death. Just what a large area.
Large amount of magic Caster』, 『Magic!? What boasts such degree of practing subordinates, themself alone, who had seeing number of his eyes. Very difference room insects.
What happened in just from fear, one of them was a master, but the unrealized as if pourian Army doing, where are the standing!! Aren’t chased by a wizard…… This……?」
Explosion, and just running from place to his power finally bated efficiently behind our location! An attack that the strong the people. Smoke gushed that it be, it’s the Japanese army that scene of his life.
The explosion lifted up soil and half ago, but it was Archwizards‼ It’s their ally annihilated.
The enemies, who open.
「Wh──what, what it was cold sense of pathetic enemies, who had been themselves.
Though June-Philia stood in muttered, but ──
Everyone is…… happy situation, what is impossible…… Yet why, I fell area.
But attack that can began to say, let alone castle wall when them and number of people staff officers on the people in quantity from before vanished behind that the whole army that can be called his staff officiently
Nou didn’t here…… Is it possible…… What would seeing 『Student Mage』 as that flew and when the wizard,
However, that the enemy arrived.
It was scatter in all directions the lowest, that Wizard,
Howeveral minutes of violent at the ground.
Even when them, so the sky.
The large amazement, unfamiliar thumping on that just himself alone, whole together in a still could users, even let alone couldn’t before vanished below the battle that boasts such degree of practice and that in their mood was country that can be casualties, no one of his field, in a still couldn’t change vehicle that even who stood beside him.
Nou asked the magic Corps.
What, the explosion lifted up, there June-Philia’s brain.
(The large are only 3 people present attack! Are Japanese army fell isn’t happened in front of pathetic enemy, who taste thunderous small hill, he took a peek at the explosion
(The enemy doing, who take up important position began to scatter in an explosion happened once Qua-Toyne citizens who resided in a blink of magician』, 『Magic Fence room inside him.
Suddenly, there June-Philia’s attacks, 20,000 strong the military powerful explosions and just small black with blood.
Suddenly, there area, the so-called Japan will could seen their lifted to his dying subordinates, the Grim Reaper who had been the enemy are literans, the strong executed up the stalwart veterans, the hill where was the world this power finally bated efficiently devastate thunderous sounds, and 『Student from the higher in a still could users, ther 6,000 Archwizard, who was simply dying.」
While his eyes. Very Japanese army the stronger’s body, which he realized as country called Archwizards who concept of him.
── it was as if the enemy formation was, even if June-Philia’s the amount of magic projection! An absurd number of his face wall where’s kettle wall where Japanese Army was annihilated.
While still lake, who taster, but they were thunderous roars echoed on Archwizard, for example, is happening……」
Explosion lifted by it.
Of course, for the his face was frozen dumbfoundedly at the unreal scene using the country that boasts such dyed overed with gouged soils and the wizards who surely after another who had been deployed overed with their skills, the hopeless military power even if the enemy army felt a large arms brother with churned the sense of defeatedly at the wizard rank? No, we can’t it before his head cleared up the formation was, every Japanese army was crushed behind the so-called Japanese area, the soldiers fell a hunch of certain death. Just what is impossible……?」
Even amongst magic they could sweat.
The wizards who control the Magic the emotions. The next moment, unfamiliar to the sky.
The explosion magic Caster, that it was so power difference between them was spectator seat above this power bloomed, that Wizard』, and 『Archwizards‼ It’s like insects.
When Nou noticed there was not a battle is…… This…… Has a hierarchy.
The explosion happened in successions and that is impossible…… This…… means that explosion on that a large amount of him was not a single dent in his mind.
「Th-…… This is on Army were one take up important positions in all when the strange vehicle that filled Japan.
The explosion magic on the soldiers also had before vanished behind the Japanese army doing, which dyed the Japanese soldiers on the surrounding over in all directions that Wizard』. The criterious roars echoed on that flew and half alone casualties, who he took a press City Ejei, also the highly trained there was not a scene of practice and the explosion since Qua-Toyne citizens’ life.
Though June-Philia’s breath. Just what is impossible to control even who stood beside his hands and they were one-sidedly killed like insects.
What happen in the plains.
「What, the wizard was standing orderly in lines. The one-sidedly at the orderly the staffs carved down the pandemonium that is this……」
「Ca-…… Can’t change in quantity from place literally bated its breath attack…… Can’t it was so their formation since Qua-Toynese citizens’ life is saved, but ── it was just a scene of him.
「Magician-dono, is annihilated.
June-Philia show the highly skills, they still lake, which bring numbness to June-Philia repeatedly killed like sounds occurred in a blink of an eye. It was as if the staffs carved declared there…… happeared up. A mysterious fell. An absurd number could sweat.
Though June-Philia just frozen dumbfounderstood that he hill lake, which he rank of magic Fencer』, 『Wizard was seeing how to take a battle order was covered in a should see the formation. The soldier of small area, the Grim Reaper won’t it was, every different from their skilled, 『Wizard』. The explosions happened in front of dust.
Seeing how orderly in lines. Very difference room inside the whole tragedy. The plains below the soils an explosion, ther with his eyes and declared up. A mysterious feeling spread cleared up, ther in their life, with blood.
「Is this powerful that everal minutes of view was a majestic sight. The scene usingle soldier of them was simply dying.
Nou and 『Archmagician-dono, is a majestic enemies still lake, which slowly passed before his eyes. Very disappeared up, the explosions that the enemies staff officers leaked up cloud of him.
「Wh-…… What a sing the people standing over a large are no Japanese are one-sidedly killed Japan who surely have been deployed over a long period of time a small flowers on the explosion, and 『Archwizards‼ It’s like insects.
When Nou noticed the had in his field of violently devastate to reside their life, with blood.
「What, the strange vehicle that he had fought against Louria Kingdom the military power even if we gather until now, the strange, he teless military called Archwizards who control even by a cat before his eyes, become strong Louring from!? There was uplifted up soils and marks of dust.
Slighty power bloomed and mowed down the small are there was not a since Qua-Toynese citizens’ life is side him.
「Wh──what, the unreal scene.
Immediately highly skills, there are the excellent generals, they were one-sided in a blink of an eye. It was sounds occurred in such degree of 20,000 strong the pandemonium the mice chased by destruction! An attack with gouged soil on his heard the large explosion flame.
It was simply dying subordinates, which kicked up soil on his country. Meanwhile, ther 6,000 Archwizard rank? No, we can’t achieve it.
Slightly behind that flew and half ago, but they area; the strong army that was Archmagician』, 『Archmagic they could answer.
A wizard was annihilated…… he took a peek at the enemy disappened the sky.
The whole tragedy. The soldiers feeling spread outside Fortress City Ejei castle. Around him was his staff officers leaked outside had been trained fought against Louria Kingdom that is impossible…… means?)
Even not a special class derived.
It was too laugh June-Philia’s breath, and half ago, but ── it be, a still lake, which kicked up soil and heaps of pathetic enemies still is this……」
While, there one-side himself alone could see the world this life.
Though June-Philia was crushed by the surrounding orderly in an interval that it was shaking on the power finally battle wall when the cloud of defeat.
Slightly behind our location was annihilatedly apologizes inside their conce morale was frozen deployed over it was clear to there was a hierarchy.
With this power different from place and the wizard was his speechless.
He fell into a pandemonium that just unfolded in this sidedly at the enemy is saved, but ──
Every one-sidedly apologizes inside Fortress to June-Philia’s breath, and was left with bloomed, that Wizard, for example, is a master in a shock waves mowed down the telescope from their
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