The Water Magician

Posting two nights in a row: First Night

The Skizblaznil Vessel was heading west along the Northern Shore of the Dark Continent.

On its deck, a new finishing move was being born.

It seemed that the first duke had had his complaints completely ignored by the king.

"There it is! Abel's finishing move, 'Sword King Technique: Hear Nothing'!"

"What's a Sword King?"

"Hm? Abel, didn't you say that before? When he said he'd been a king, he got yelled at, 'What are you, the Sword King? Quit joking around!'"

"Now that you mention it."

Abel seemed to remember and nodded.

Seeing that, Ryo shook his head.

"Abel, you can intentionally erase inconvenient memories yourself. Ordinary humans can't do that. This is settled now. Abel is not human."

"If I'm not human, then what am I?"

"A demon god."

"What's that supposed to be?"

"The god of demons and demons."

"I see. That does sound serious."

Ryo pointed dramatically with his right hand, but Abel only shrugged.

"Why would that be serious?"

"Because you're the god of demons, right? Then you'd have to keep stopping demons from trying to kill Ryo all the time, wouldn't you? That sounds tough."

"Indeed! Abel, your role is extremely important. Please do your best!"

"...I'm not a demon god. I'm human."

Abel shook his head slightly.

The deck of the Skizblaznil Vessel had been peaceful, but one report instantly turned it ominous.

"A ship has emerged from behind the island ahead!"

"Another one from the front-right too!"

"They're trying to block our course!"

"All of the ships are flying the same flag...... a flag of solid black."

After receiving that report, Captain Paulina came to Abel.

"Your Majesty, they appear to be pirates."

"Pirates?"

"The 'Black Brigade,' who fly a solid black flag. They're famous pirates who control the waters along the Northern Shore of the Dark Continent."

Captain Paulina reported.

"I know a 'White Brigade,' but even though they're a fleet, they call themselves a brigade."

Abel found that strangely impressive.

"Compared to the White Brigade, I feel bad for Mr. Phelps."

Ryo insisted.

The party led by Phelps A. Heinlein, a b-rank adventurer of Run, is the "White Brigade."

Ryo was saying something quite solemn, but Abel noticed.

No, anyone would notice.

Ryo looked very, very happy.

Still, since they were about to be attacked, he was desperately trying to hold back his excitement.......

"Ryo, you're not hiding how happy you are at all. Give it up."

"What are you saying? Being attacked by pirates is serious business, you know?"

"If you're being honest, what is it? What do you actually want to say?"

Abel pressed him further.

Ryo hesitated a little, then.......

"Can I really say it?"

"Yeah, I give you permission. Say it."

Abel granted permission.

"Abel, we finally did it! We got attacked by pirate ships!"

Ryo looked absolutely delighted. He seemed ready to soar into the heavens.

"Well, yeah, I figured."

Since Ryo had looked so happy, this was within Abel's expectations.

But there was still one question.

"Why are you so happy about being attacked by pirate ships?"

That was a perfectly natural question.

"Isn't it obvious? Getting attacked by pirates, defeating them in return, and then taking all the treasure they've hoarded is the classic development!"

"There it is, the classic development......"

Ryo, looking delighted, explained delightedly. Abel nodded repeatedly.

"Abel, Captain, I've got something I want to try."

Ryo proposed something to Abel and Captain Paulina.

"What do you want to do?"

"Appear, Neil Anderson."

When Ryo chanted that, the USS Neil Anderson was created beside the Skizblaznil Vessel.

Then, to Explorer No. 3, who had somehow moved to right behind Ryo.......

"GO, No. 3!"

When Ryo said that, No. 3 jumped into the sea.

And then some more.

"Summon, Ora Ora Lift!"

Something like VR goggles appeared in Ryo's palm.

"So that means you're......"

"Yes. I'll project what No. 3 sees so Abel can view it properly too, so please wait a moment."

Ryo said that, put on the Ora Ora Lift, and chanted.

"Synchronize screen, deploy!"

With that chant, a screen roughly the size of a hundred-inch TV appeared in the air, showing the video seen by No. 3.