(Wind. I suppose it's time for the battle to be over.

　No matter how powerful Abel was, there was no way he could stand a chance against the assassins.

　This is because the two assassins Emerson released this time were professionals in battle.

　The Bardot of the Gale and the Mussen of Illusion. The Mussen of Illusion.

　These two were Emerson's peers in the same magic society, Kronos, and were regarded as the world's best magicians.

　Basically, Emerson never admitted to others, but he had great faith in the fighting abilities of the two men this time.

(Well, well. I can't wait to see how it all turns out.)

　The two assassins have been given magical equipment for filming and asked to memorize the battle.

　How far can a boy named Abel go against two of the world's best sorcerers at the same time?

　With the results of this time, he must be able to grasp the identity of the boy named Abel.

　It was just after Emerson had returned to his own private underground laboratory, with his heart racing.

'I'm sorry. You're interrupting me.

What--?

　Emerson was exclaiming.

　Because--.
　As soon as he entered the room, Emerson saw Abel elegantly enjoying his coffee.

'How on earth did you get in here?　I remembered that two or three of the wards we put in this room didn't work.

'Right. That was supposed to be a ward. I'm sorry. I thought it was a piece of flimsy paper.

............

　Emerson is mainly skilled at changing and enhancing objects with his black eye.

　Naturally, he specializes in wards, which are used to create spaces that deceive the eyes of others and keep them at bay.

　You will be able to find a lot of people who are able to break the wards he has created, and there aren't many people among the brethren of the magic society Kronos who are able to do so.

''It's a pity. I'm not as good as Abel, after all. So what in the world do you want with me?

　However, Emerson remained calm in the face of the unexpected.
　The key in these cases is not to let your opponent dictate the pace of the race by being distracted by a dark cloud.

'I'll be blunt. I want you to stop watching me right now.

　Abel said quietly, but with a note of certainty of intent in his voice.

'Haha. I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Don't play dumb. Your people have washed up on me. You were the one who's been flying a magic tool to keep an eye on me these days, weren't you?

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　It was then that Emerson developed an unfathomable fear for the boy, Abel.

　The fact that the two of them had lost the battle was incredible in itself, but even more incredible was the fact that they had spoken out.

　Did they use some kind of brainwashing magic?

　It was absolutely impossible for two people who were professionals in combat to spit out their client's name.