Wistoria: Wand and Sword (杖と剣のウィストリア)

Hear my call, Alluria!

Come forth, Nardrea!

Don't leave me behind...

Ellenor!

I can't reach her...

I'll never reach her like this.

But...

I can't give up.

I don't want to give up.

Ellenor!

Bloom, Fleuria!

Are you afraid of opening your eyes again?

Do you hate being like a stranger to yourself?

Even if you realize you have no talent

Does that become a pretext to keep running away?

To respond to the screams echoing within

Who is there to answer them?

At least, in the few moments of your life

I want you to be an honest actor

What if today is that day?

Are you afraid of opening your eyes again?

Do you hate being like a stranger to yourself?

But you've realized, haven't you? Your body can't stop moving

"If I think of you, who I can't bear to lose, my fears seem trivial."

Even if I expose my life and sing

In time, you will understand

Will it end here?

You wouldn't want that, would you?

I'm a flunkee.

I'm the only elf who's still at the Academy after six years.

The others have already advanced to the Tower.

Talentless, a disgrace...

I've been called like that by my kin so many times.

As proof, the illusion magic is supposed to materialize illusions.

Like what you saw during the Grand Magic Festival.

But my illusions have no physical form.

You can't defeat enemies with magic tricks.

You're one of the top three in our year, you do have skill.

Didn't Lihanna tell you, did she?

Those who are still in the Academy right now are leftovers, the inferiors.

Inferior?

Being scouted at the Festival,

or inventing new spells.

A real talent finds a way to advance without caring about the graduation process.

For the past six years, all I've done is watch the backs of such people.

We're literally the leftovers.

But you're skilled, too. Everyone calls you Miss Perfect.

That's just within the Academy.

We're like big fish in a small pond.

Above all, I was forced to see it.

Seeing a girl my own age, a first-year student just like me

made it all the way to Magia Vander, the true genius.

Albis Vina.

Elfaria Albis Serfort.

I think I realized it deep down from that moment.

That "inferior" will never be able to reach the true talent.

The one who first made me taste the despair of being "inferior" was my foster sister.

Your foster sister?

Yeah.

The exalted Queen, the pride of our kin.

Does he mean Elleaf Canaan?

Ellenor Ljos Alf.

We grew up together, and were very close.

She was so small, so I thought I needed to support her all the time.

However...

She turned out to be a high elf, strong enough to create the Kingswood.

After she became a Magia Vander, I worked every day to chase her.

But I'm still a flunkee as always.

I'm an ugly elf who looks down on you mages in an attempt to delude myself.

I see. Now I get it.

Huh?

That's it!

That explains why I've always been feeling that we're similar.

What are you talking about? Stop trying to make me feel better!

I'm no more than a dead weight.

Just leave me here and keep going!

I would never do that.

I promise.

It's okay, Wignall.

You're an incredible elf.

I know that well.

Until you get back on your feet, I'll protect you.

I can tell that you all have an inferiority complex towards the Tower.

But I know a boy who has always been working hard,

even when people make fun of him for being a no-talent.

If he hears about this self-mocking, he'll just laugh it off.

We've been running into Five-Over Enemies all the time.

This floor is really on a completely different level.

And yet...

How is he able to take them down that fast?

Does he even realize how many battles he fought by now?

What's with this guy's stamina?

Are you okay, Wignall?

You've gotten all beaten up because you keep protecting me.

Why...

Why don't you look down on me like my kin does?

Because I know that you aren't a nasty elf.

What's wrong?

There's a strange sound.

My Search isn't picking up anything.

No, this is...

The dungeon is making more monsters.

It's burning... Fire monsters?

Those monsters are bad news!

Torus Navalde!

What are those monsters?

Balkar, one of the Notorious Monsters, is a unique species of this floor.

They're worth 11 credits.

Their body of flames are immune to physical attacks.

Moreover, they have high magic resistance.

That means they are natural enemies of mages that are considered dangerous by the Tower.

Yeah.

The only thing that works on them is the Elven illusion magic.

This is a dead end. We have no choice but to fight.

I can't beat those monsters alone.

Wignall, I need your help.

I can't!

I told you, my illusion magic is not perfect!

I can't do it.

Even if I try, I'll just...

I'll just...

...fail.

It's okay to fail.

It's okay to fail, Wignall.

I mean, let's do it and fail!

We're not geniuses.

So we won't be able to move forward if we don't fail.

But if I fail, you'll...

I won't die.

Because our dreams are the same.

Elfie's waiting for me in the Tower.

I'm not going to die before that.

That explains why I've always been feeling that we're similar.

It's okay, Wignall.

You're an incredible elf.

I know that well.

We have the same dream, but this difference...

As he said, sword attacks have no effect.

I have to do it.

Come on.

Please work, please!

Alluria!

It didn't work.

I knew it. My failure...

...is going to kill him.

Wignall!

You can do it! Don't give up!

Your hard work up to this day has definitely not been for nothing!

I believe in you!

He believes in me?

He believes in me even though my own kin doesn't?

What are you doing?

You're only going to keep embarrassing us.

Give it up, disgrace.

Don't delude yourself.

A stain of our people.

Even if all of that is true, I'm done being in fear of you all.

I'm not going to betray his trust.

I refuse to give up on you!

Hear my call! Come forth!

Grow, Alfs Ringhul!

You did it, Wignall.

Will Serfort.

I would like to apologize for my rudeness.