Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The presence of an overly sweet magician

I wasn't wrong. It wasn't a mistake to believe my intuition - a feeling I couldn't explain.

Even at the Goodwill Magic Games, the simulated battle at the School Festival was the power of Ars, the unspeakable exaltation and thirst when he saw it was real.

Called the strongest with a bad face, the magician told me his true intentions not to let him feel any dust, such as withdrawing his current words. It wasn't because I was making it a goal, or because I respected it, or for that simple reason - the weight of teaching engraved in my chest.

Humans and others rub off easily, and his words continue to fight in the outside world, which is forced upon him, give Schult no room for doubt. So much engraved.

At the same time, Ars' expression, which he said was "susceptible to death," made himself somewhere - and he also seemed blinded by the correctness of his actions.

And, at the same time, I've found out. Schult has thought he should follow the same path, but it may be a mistake, even if he reigns in first place, Ars continues to look. I guess I'm searching by hand for the end of the road where I can't go back.

Schult was determined to keep walking, without sighing, wondering if it was a long way to go.

"Thanks!!

Powerful thanks overflowing from nature and mouth.

Deeply lowered head as if I'd forgotten how I behaved as a nobleman or something. Glad to hear it, I really thought so. That's just it.

I can't find the answer, but I can tell what the answer itself is thin. It turns out that the statue of the magician lurked within his blurred and contoured chest is close to the existential significance of himself. And although I'm not sure who that is, I can be sure of my own correctness.

Ars opens his mouth as he realizes by the look of such a Schult possession being taken.

"It's called Fia, it's called Alice, I feel like someone who deliberately likes and chooses difficult paths."

Ars glared at the words, "We're gonna have a hard time in the dark."

From Loki's point of view, Ars is the one at the beginning of the road.

I can't help being drawn to such an Ars, because even Loki is one who seeks him and pursues that back.

"Now, if you'll excuse me,"

Once again deeply thanking him, Schult looks up to the point that his feet on the ground do not move as they are.

"Don't rush that. That's what I've been asking you to do. Yeah, it won't take long. Remember that in one shot."

Schult rang his throat without pinching his mouth. I might be able to get that guidance from Maine, who has grown rapidly.

But Ars raised his fist to his mouth, as if he was in a bit of trouble.

It's not good for anyone to force out how to make death feel, instinctive crisis-sensing abilities. Naturally, I have aptitude, and I have to be strong.

Not to mention that the eyes Schult turns to himself can only be harmful this time. By contrast, stripping him of his intent to kill could even damage his qualities as a magician.

I guess I'm also not responsible for the aftermath because you asked me to, but there's no certainty that the core won't break like the main one.

In one way or another, the earlier questions and good shruts show signs of fragility in the thoughts held within. Something that keeps getting lost and believable is still missing. There is no such thing as a penetrating belief.

If you hit a defenseless baby with a chunk of intent to kill, it will often collapse.

"Right, Loki, try it"

"-!! Am I?

It's just fine from Ars, who knows her dexterity better than anyone else.

"You don't mind, do you? Loki is better for you than I am."

"Yes! Please."

In upright immobility Schult stretches his spine. In my hands I gently unravel and dry my damp palms because of a little discouragement.

It is also true that in Ars and Loki the degree of respect for Schult varies as much between heaven and earth. Indeed, a single magician's partner is a sight to behold just that. Some views are more important than double-digit magicians.

Simply because single-digit Single partners get the best detective magicians in the country.

But...... Schult lowers his gaze once.

The silver-haired girl in front of her is a fierce man who has gained enough standing to match her appearance and has survived the battlefield with Ars. Even if my head knows, its body is smaller than it is, and my loving eyes seem to have nothing to do with the battle.

"You don't move, that's all I need"

Shult, who nodded and admitted, stands upright as he is told.

Subsequently, Loki, ear punched from Ars, gradually pulled the knife-shaped AWR out of her waist. Shortly after the pitiful cut set his aim straight between his eyebrows, Schult was struck by the feeling of an open pore all over his body.

The slightly wrapped magic only increases the accuracy of the knife as a murder weapon.

That makes the others as thin as the senses of the whole body have been aggregated into the vision. Even standing seemed to sink into the muddy of consciousness if I lost my mind.

◇ ◇ ◇

Under a cold, dark sky, Schult had sat out for less than an hour since then. No, I couldn't stand up with my hips missing, correctly.

At the end of the day, Ars went inside the research building, telling him to go home before the curfew.

The instruction would have taken less than a minute.

I rubbed it over and over again to make sure my neck was stuck. Rest assured, rub your senses right and see if they are right again.

That repeat. I'm still wondering what that was, and I'll rub it in my mind to make sure my neck is stuck.

The knife that Loki protruded slowly came straight to herself.

Signs changed like the extreme cold and my whole body trembled like it refused. There was no way to fight a knife that would pierce the eyebrows at a constant rate.

Rough, irregular breathing was shaking the knife in his sight.

But the heavy air increases as the cutting-edge approaches. The girl's eyes behind the knife seemed vain and devoid of any interest in taking life.

And in the blink of an eye, Schult's hand held the dagger-shaped AWR pattern that was reflexively resting on his hips.

But it didn't come true to pull through the pattern. Shortly after I tried to pull it out, I felt something cut off on my neck. Then I realized the blade was ripping my neck off.

Dead, when he thought so, Schult broke his knee and pressed his hand against his neck. To stop the spilling blood.

But it turned out there wasn't a scratch on his neck.

Between then and getting her breathing done, Ars, on the one hand, only said, "Don't forget what it felt like when you gripped the pattern". As a fear that life will be plundered, that action is just a symbol of fear.

Schult, who couldn't even spin a word of gratitude, dropped his gaze to the ground without saying a word.

"Would it have been nice like that"

To Loki, who asks the slightest question, Ars let it melt into the universe, "Oh, it's good," he said.

You can only make the target aware of the killing or intent of this hand, which is not what you actually get in problem practice. I mean, she's been through the same thing.

I knew it, but I really hesitate to praise it without a hanging.

It was only after a few turns around the curfew that Schult, who could not afford to crack his consciousness into the conversation between Ars and Loki heading to the research building, moved.

I don't have the energy to run, but I do know something. What kind of place is this thing called the outside world, and what kind of magician runs a dead place there?

A cold sweat scratched all over his body was causing his clothes to stick tight. Schult picks his clothes as he walks loosely to get the cold air inside.

"... it's not just what you learn in college, it's too much"

Potty and overflowing Schult looked to the far realm. And by chance, a shadow appeared in his sight.

"Fione... what are you doing at this hour"

A girl as depressed as myself was sitting on the bench. Naturally, the girls' dorm curfew must be past.

There is also resistance to poking each other in this state. If possible, Schult didn't want anyone to see his pale face.

Schult quietly proceeded to walk into the men's dormitory, not least because he was not close.

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