Mob Protagonist ~ Mob in the Novel But There Is A Problem

Chapter 334.2: Tokyo Liberation Battle

With thunderous roars, the magically defended castle began to crumble. The stone walls, harder than mithril, shattered like styrofoam, and the durable magic wood pillars used for skyscrapers snapped.

“Wow, the snowballs alone are causing the castle to collapse! It’s falling apart like a toy castle!”

“Mii-sama, even in your records, this seems like a masterpiece.”

“Snowballs alone, and you’re breaking down castle walls that held off past heroes and armies...”

Tamamo clapped her hands, and Yamiyo, holding a , began taking photos. Sena had a distant look in her eyes, her smile half-amused.

It’s a bit embarrassing to be praised so much. Hehehe.

“Em-chan, here, have another one!”

“Thank you, Hoku-chan!”

Thoughtful Hoku-chan handed me a snowball with an excited expression.

So, she threw the snowballs one after another. Pitcher Mii-chan could throw up to 100 balls. So let’s get to work.

The cursed castle, built on vast grounds, was gradually destroyed by Mii-chan’s carpet bombing, becoming unrecognizable.

“Everything except the inner palace has collapsed!”

It seemed like Mii-chan had won the snowball fight. The castle had collapsed, and nearly all the structures behind had turned into rubble.

“However, young lady, it seems the high-level monsters have endured. They are crawling out of the debris.”

Nimue, who had switched to serious mode, cautioned. Emerging from the rubble were giant earth spiders, the familiar , minotaurs, and dragons.

All of them are level 50 or higher, with some reaching level 70.

Most of the small fry must have been defeated; now, only the large, high-HP enemies remained.

I fired another [Stone Fire] magic, but even when the snowballs hit the enemies, they only flinched slightly, and the damage seemed minimal.@@@@

Their numbers were in the thousands, and they were all in hostile mode.

In other words, they were the opponents in my -Fight-.

So, when Heimdall tried to be considerate and pick up the jerky, it turned back and attacked him as well.

“Hey, you idiot dog! I’m picking it up for your sake! Seriously! Don’t bite me for real! You’re way too stupid!”

In addition to this heartwarming interaction between Heimdall and the Pomeranian, Papa staggered forward.

“All right, I’ll release my first seal. Tiramisu parfait, answer my will!”

Papa raised the returned Tyrfing high in the air and unleashed the power he had sealed.

“Blow, violent storm! Rain, pour! Thunder, roar! Thunderous Storm!”

[Dark Wave]

With a swift sword swing, papa released a dark wave from the blade, directed at the monsters. Some of the creatures it touched convulsed and fell over with a thud. They had turned into stone and couldn’t move at all.

It was a Petrification magic. It’s one of Mimic’s specialties. It was an extremely troublesome spell.

“Wow, papa, that’s amazing! Using a feint during the incantation and then applying a petrification spell!”

Papa was something else. With sparkling eyes, he clapped his hands.

“Well, I’ve always admired magic. When I was a kid, I used to write the incantations for magics I came up with in my notebook.”

Papa shared his secret while blushing and hiccupping. He had been preparing for this day since he was a child, he had been a genius from childhood!

“Mii-sama? Let’s keep today’s events a secret from father-in-law. When he sobers up No, I think it should remain a secret.”

“Yeah, you’re right! It’s papa’s secret magic. I’ll keep it a secret from mama too.”

“Em-chan, when it comes to your parents, you’re quite blind and affirmative, aren’t you?”

As advised by Yamiyo, let’s keep it a secret. It’s definitely a secret technique. When Mii-chan gets a little older, she’ll ask him about today’s events and ask him to teach her!

With RiR and Papa’s efforts, the vicious monsters were being eliminated. It seemed like it would be okay even if they weren’t here.

“Well then, let’s head out to defeat Taira no Masakado!”

It looks like Mii-chan and the others will take on the boss. She has a feeling that he’s waiting for them in a rage.