Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
75 Looks Like The Crusade'S Starting.

Lotus Yaya has some thoughts on the Cloire outfit she walks next to, saying she has failed a bit.

The place was divided quite deep into a group of rocky mountains that said there were hidden graves, and the surrounding area was in the middle of a path that was not necessarily a way to sew between the rocky mountains of the sight that I said was full of rocks.

Originally, from the question of what would happen if I could just tap the ingot of the misrill as thin and wide anyway, I started by thoroughly tapping it, spreading as thin as gold leaf, and then realizing that it left a moderate amount of sturdiness.

I gave it to Flau that if it was about fiber, he should ask an expert to make something similar to what the original world called gold yarn.

Flau, who received a thinner peppered misrill foil than paper from Lianya, returned to Lianya with a difficult face after asking Theon, Lorna and Kroir what was going on.

"What's up?

"Sister Zion says she can't use her misrill gear because it's a waste. Sister Lorna says the monk's clothes are set in black, so it's like no white. He said he could get a croissant."

"I don't know why you're supposed to make clothes for the women... then why don't you just make a set for the cloir for now?

"Do you? Can I make Frau's share, too?

"I don't mind...... I was going to give it to you to make a prototype"

He's suddenly talking about making formal gear, but when he sees Flau in a state of unmotivation, he doesn't feel like going in any further, and Lianya decides to let him do what he wants.

Lotus also had something to do.

I don't tell Learis where to go, I just tell him to leave school whenever he's ready because I'll pick him up when he's ready.

When he bought all the necessary ingredients in the city, Lianya began to make things that were stuck in the workplace.

It is the equipment necessary to accompany Learis to a job he would not normally do if he were a low-ranking adventurer, referred to as a dragon crusade, etc.

It took me all day and night to create a very boneless set of full-body armor.

Covering everything with thick steel armor. That is such a substitute that you will soon know that, given its weight, humans would not envisage wearing and using it.

To this, Lianya applied the same misthrilled foil as she gave it to Flau without any backing surface to make it a one-off completion.

While dealing with it, Lianya noticed that the metal that said Mithril was only as strong as the material itself said it was slightly more robust than iron.

Even to be processed, it could be processed very normally in ordinary installations.

Not very much, but it didn't seem like a very meaningful material other than rare value.

I realized that recognition was wrong when I was poking a chunk of iron with a small knife I had tried to make.

Of course, Mithril's knife didn't pierce the iron, it just made a tall noise with Cancun, and Lotus Ya, who clapped it out, tried to slash it for real, trying to break the blade before casting it.

As a result, the blade of Mithril was not crushed, and the slashed iron mass was broken into two parts from where it was slashed thoroughly.

Surprised by its lack of affordability, Lianya inferred that apparently the metal that she called misrills was a metal that changed its nature in response to the user's will.

This was later corroborated by an explanation from Cloire.

Mithril is apparently a psycholeptic substance that takes the will of the user and alters its nature by absorbing and consuming its magic.

In other words, when processing, it was easier to process it quite a bit in response to the will to process it, and after processing it into shields and armor, it was harder or more resistant to heat and cold in response to the will to prevent it.

The rice made by Lianya could normally be used as rice because it was not touching anyone's hand while it was on fire, and if this was an apparatus that was touching the hands of a regular person like a frying pan, as long as I was mindful not to get hot, what was inside would result in a defective apparatus that said the heat would not pass completely.

It is the whole body armor of a misrill coating that is not very much but would be too heavy to wear and walk in the power of people that was created by Lianya after understanding it.

"Armor, is it?

"Yeah well... I may not mean it as a croir, but it's what I need"

If you take Rialis to the Dragon Crusade normally, he will almost certainly die.

Even if I just ate the aftermath of a proper brace attack or something, I was probably dying.

So what Lianya made was that armor that skewed against one side of the defense.

Because Liaris' magic alone is worrying about strength, and with plenty of demonic stones he got from Frau, it only looks like a luxurious coffin from Lianya.

Anyway, it's a substitute for not being able to move a step with it on.

You can say that none of them are practical.

At first, Lotus Ya didn't seem to think very well of using Mithril in his armaments. Cloir also makes a strange face wondering how the hell to use it for lack of practicality in kind.

Because explaining it is going to be a lot of trouble, Lianya has left it stored in the inventory.

"That's good, I suppose. What do you think, this, costume?

That's what Cloire wore and showed me, was currently Cloire's outfit walking next to Lianya.

From the top of a pure white long-sleeved shirt, he also wears a pure white gown, a flared skirt, and a pink black knee-high sock underneath.

The hand is wearing the type of gloves with black fingertips, and the foot stands out as a braided boot down to the knee.

The jacket and skirt were luxuriously crafted from a silver thread of misrilled foil, gleaming brightly in the light of day, which, combined with the beauty of the elf, had become a fantastic beauty, but can also be said to be too conspicuous in some ways.

At least, it stood out in a very out of place on a murderous rocky mountain road.

From behind it, it's Lilith who follows you out of breath.

This one says he's here to crusade, but he doesn't have any armor or sword, and he's in normal city clothing.

If it is at his discretion, I must say he is insane, but this is the instruction of Lianya.

"It suits you. You're so cute. But... it's not a good outfit for mountain walking, is it?

"Maybe so, right? But these, socks, these, they're very sturdy, Frau, you know, but if you hurt your leg, you shouldn't, you made them, you made them, you did."

"Les, mr. Lenya? How far do you say you walk, in a light outfit like this..."

"Hmm?"

"Oh, no, I never want to complain,"

Lianya's reaction was to think it was something that made her uncomfortable, a realis who waved her neck and hands in haste, but Lianya was raising her voice in response to something completely different.

"Cloire, do I look like I'm flying something forward?

"Lenya,. Your eyes, they're good, right? Wyburn, I think. The distance is about 600 meters."

"Right. That's great to try and shoot before your destiny. Liaris, come here."

"Yes?

I have no idea what's going to happen. Liaris approaches Lianya as she is invited by Lianya.

Right in front of him, Lianya pulled a misrill-coated full body armor out of the inventory.

I'll put him to sleep so he can lie on his back above the ground, and if he hurries to remove the clasp, all the parts are ready to break in two, and Lianya instructs Liaris to fall asleep in the half piece of armor left on the ground side.

"Um, what the hell..."

"I don't have time. Just get some sleep."

"Lenya,. There, but here, I noticed, it seems."

I could see Wyburn flying slowly toward us as I turned my gaze toward Cloire's warning to the end of the road.

Wyburn looks like a subdragon with a large lizard forefoot in the wings of this skin membrane.

The information Lianya has heard in the Alliance that it is about 3m long, never uses the braces kind but has a poison needle at the tip of the tail and a powerful paralysis poison.

Strength, though not desperately strong, is certain to be classified as a powerful demon, and adventurers unfamiliar with overhead attacks, etc. are easily fed.

"Here we are, come on, get in!

"Wow, I get it!

Rearis is rushed to sleep in his armor.

Having confirmed that, Lianya hurried to close the lid and stop the clasp.

"Mr. Lenya, I'm coming!

"One blow, prevent it!

"You say pretty unscrupulous!

He plunged from the sky and shouted loudly at Wyburn, trying to grab him with his hind legs, as the relative croir poisoned him with elf language.

"Wind wall!

The winding wind was about to strike, disrupting Wyburn's flight.

If he was forced to attack, he thought he might crash to the ground, and Wyburn swirls and takes a distance once he gives up the attack.

A mouth lined with its ragged teeth raised a gruesome, deafening roar.

"Mr. Lenya! I'm calling his people!

"... hey Cloire"

"What is it!? I think it's pretty tight the second time!

"That skirt... it's an iron wall..."

A slightly reddish cheeked cloire pressed the hem of the skirt against Lotus Ya, who called it a smudge.

"If you want to see it, I'll put it up for you later or whatever! What are you making me say!?

"It burns again."

Laughing naggingly, Lianya, having finished tightening her last clasp, speaks to Liaris, who is in her armor.

"Look, Liaris. Remember to be desperate and hard if you don't want to die. Okay? You don't want to die or hurt. Just stay active, okay?

"Ha, ha!

"All right, get ready for a lot of things"

"Huh!?

Lianya's doubts boiled over her words, but she was already in an impossible state to escape on her own.

Because of their weight, they are a substitute for not being able to get up or decorate at the hands of the people inside themselves.

If you take your eyes off such a rear squirrel and turn your gaze over the sky, the number of Wyburns asking about this one was increasing to four.

"There's more! There's more, Mr. Lenya!

The crying croire probably uses elf language all the time from the area where he spoke fluently.

"All right, let's go, Liaris. It's okay, because I've experimented with it myself for once!

"Yes?

"No chanting, with enlarged startup."

"Hiccup."

Leaving a short scream, the armor lying on the ground jumped to the sky with a faint momentum.

Perhaps the scream itself was a long one, but Lianya thought that it had reached a height that she could not hear lightly.

The magic of manipulation is an unattributed magic that moves an object without waving at it.

It is usually a magic technique in which the operator moves an article to such an extent that it can be held with one hand with such momentum that, by mistake, it lifts armor of such weight that it enters the ground with only its own weight, to such a distance that it can no longer hear screams.

This is a technique that, in conjunction with consuming a lot of magic and expanding the effects, does not have the effect of constant manipulative magic on the armor, but can only create subtle clues that say that it is done with magic where the first momentum is gained.

In other words, it is a big hand that cannot be seen as a sense of Lianya, and it feels like Learis is in the palm of the heavy armor inside.

The Wyburns, who were swirling over the head of Lotus Mita, were also surprised at this, turning their attention to the armor that suddenly flew.

At that moment, Lianya activated the sorcery of manipulation again, momentously throwing Liaris' body at one in Wyburn.

It was Wyburn rushing into evasive action, but by the time I realized it was too late.

A clump of screaming metal clashes against the belly of a missed Wyburn.

At that moment, Wyburn screamed in agony, and my belly flesh bounced and flew.

Wyburn scatters pieces of blood and flesh and crashes.

At that time, Rearis' body had already suddenly changed direction to fly again due to manipulative magic, blowing another Wyburn's head off.

At the tip of Cloire's gaze, which was taken away and stared at the sky, rearis's armor, which continued to be flown endlessly over the sky, fell intact as it penetrated the torso of two more Wyburns.

He falls to the place where Lian Mita is looking up, stops once like he was hugged by an invisible hand on the verge of crashing into the ground, and then lands gently on the ground.

"... Lenya...?

Did you turn it even with your eyes, only raise the roar of saying mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, and turn your gaze toward Lianya like Cloire blames you somewhere for the armor that doesn't even move.

"Now don't let Learis defeat four Wyburns."

There was no evil appearance, and the sound of Wyburn's body slamming the ground four times, desperately crashing around Lotus Yaya, which he said so well, kept ringing.