Chapter 84.2

Chapter 84.2. Welcome Party!

You will soon understand that this magic is dangerous. Indeed, we can’t use communication at once if you do that kind of thing. Wind magic will make you get punished if used. Do you have any idea about Martians who don’t care about Earthling laws?

[Not good, Grandpa Odin, Frigg-oneesan. If we lose contact with them, the modern war will be in trouble in a heartbeat!!!]

I projected the monitor and talked with them, saying it would be very difficult for us to communicate. My parents are discussing it seriously, and Geri and Freki wake up. The car begins to descend, looking for a place to land. The speed slows down, and the armored van with the Kongo-oneesan and the others pulls ahead of us.

[No communication? The scientific communication machines?]

[No, it seems that even magical things get jammed! Um, they change frequencies with noise.]

Frigg-oneesan wonders, and Grandpa Odinlaughs at the amusement of it.

[I see. Whoever thought of that magic is smart. It’s extremely rational. It wouldn’t make sense for powerful magic, but it would be easy to interfere with communication.]

That’s right. If all communications get jammed, I won’t be able to ask for help in a pinch. Aww, what am I going to do? Do you have any good ideas?

[If we can’t communicate, we lose our advantage!]

The strength of the lovely Mii-chan and her friends is that they can communicate with each other without any communication devices. Enemy forces, when did you create these new weapons?

[…I wonder if it’s okay to answer that it’s hard here, young lady?]

[This is no time to be calm! They’re jamming our communications! They’re jamming our transmissions. … Huh?]

[Frigg-oneesan with the jealous eyes. I catch her gaze and tilt my head. Why are we communicating? Tell me, Grandpa Odin.

[It’s the same as the terminal in the mileage room. Our communications are not affected by the magic of this world. It’s inter-dimensional communication. It’s the real “magic”.]

[I see, so it’s the difference between radio communication and optical communication.]

Grandpa Odin smiles, his eyes shining. I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself. Nah. Well, that still doesn’t change the problem.

[Sneak over to help! Today I’m a Priest II as my main job, and I don’t even know how to use a weapon!!!]

Job proficiency system. I noticed the other day that if you have the right equipment, you get a 100% increase or something, but if you make it real, there are other disadvantages.

As the class rose and the number of ☆ marks increased, the thief’s skill with the dagger improved. Now, what happens when you change jobs?

Answer. You forget how to use that weapon. Today my main is priest II, sub Hunter I. Priests can use a mace, but my proficiency is 1, so my skills are clumsy, and my hunter is still at I too.

I didn’t bring a bow with me today, and I can’t use the wine bottle in the fridge as a substitute for the mace. I’m in a big pinch. I was in the mood to go hunting, and after arriving at the hunting ground with my online buddies, I found that my equipment was for gathering.

“Driver, let’s land and hide quickly!”

If it was just Mii-chan, she could get away from the problem, but not her parents. If we stay like this, we are in danger if something happens to them. If my parents die, I’m confident I’ll fall into the darkness.

“Come on, come on!”

I tap the wall separating the driver’s seat and press my face against the small window where I can see the driver. I feel an unprecedented sense of urgency. I’d like to think I won’t get involved because I’m a mob, but I could be a dead mob told in the past tense, about the terrible things Martians have done in the past to kill all mobs.

As the car descends, I watch smoke billowing out of the window. Without [Fight] available, I can’t see anything because of my civilian vision… Something pops out of the smoke.

It looks like a shadow, so the command is displayed. Okay, that’s it. I can use my power with this.

[Fight.]

As soon as I selected the command, my eyesight gets enhanced, and I could see the opponent that came out of the smoke. There were two enemies. Both of them are wearing magic armor. I expected them to be magic armor, but their silhouettes looked familiar, so I put on a serious expression. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but it was no illusion. It was real.

Or rather, it’s [Anemoi]. It’s the magic armor that [Nidhogg]’s wind mercenaries equipped. It’s a machine that looks all too familiar.

It flaps its crimson wings, wears heavy green armored armor, and they hold a magic staff that resembles a long rifle. It’s an enemy I’ve seen a lot in the games. And as you can guess from its silhouette, it is not a mass-produced type. It is an original magic armor. Damn. That’s a nasty opponent.

That’s not good, Miu said, and for the first time in a long time, she became impatient and serious.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om