Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Are you sure that's the man at the top of the magician?

"A simple observation will take you to your feet, Master Lithia. His crusade was done to such an extent because he was there."

"You did."

Lithia and Jean see where people who are not already on this scene have gone in.

(It's unclear why Ars went into such action, but it won't be harmful here. Probably)

Jean gives up that she can't even read the idea herself. But if you are here and you deal with Lithia, the representative of Lusarca, you have to think about it.

It would simply be shallow to wear if Ars were thinking of switching to Lusarca.

If so, I consider that a courtesy to Lithia. If you know Ars, Jean, that's what makes you want to laugh with your nose.

Then against my own country, against Cicernia. The point, if anything, was perfectly clear.

Jean knows he's not the man of his age.

Another thing was already swirling in Jean's brain. It's a pleasure now.

Anyway, this is the first time a single from another country besides Jean has seen first place.

Seeing its side, Lithia also smiles funny with a great idea.

"So it's the first revelation."

"... yeah, but I have to watch you not poke too much."

Even so, there is clarity and curiosity sitting in Jean's eyes.

♢ ♢ ♢

Exactly enough room for the Führer to rest. Compared to the room where Ars took his nap, the conditioning and the like are elaborated. It's about the same size, but I don't know about a bed with a lid.

I'd call it a room full of luxury.

Three people were guided there: Cicernia, Lynne and Ars, with a little bitter air.

The cause of this lies, of course, in Ars.

It was Cicernia who sat and legged on a lacquered desk placed in the front, a luxurious chair.

Next to it Lynne quietly refrains.

"You'll do it."

"What is it?

Ars also sat on a three-seater couch, tilting his neck like a wasp.

"You can't be uncomfortable. I know. I know."

Rip off the veil with hunch.

The black forehead was nicely cut so as not to hide the willow brow. Black eyes in the abyss that are likely to be sucked into long curly lashes. No artist would be able to imitate her. Beauty is so complete that it makes you think so. I don't mind Ars doing that, but what's the most beautiful of all the women he knows? I would definitely raise the name of Cicernia if asked.

Though he seems angry as the word goes, he is still a painting face. Plump lips were pulled together.

"This is the first time I meet a single from another country, so it's just about the right distance."

"Not bad. He said he looked a little big."

Ars unleashed restraint in order not to be used by Cicernia, including the threat that he wouldn't mind moving to another country. Although the latter works for Lithia.

If it had comparable power to the Alpha named Lusarca, it would have been more realistic, and the discord between Cicernia and Lithia would have worked well.

She naturally thinks Ars will obey because he is a magician who belongs to Alpha.

Ars wonders if this woman is even after hegemony. Naturally, I am worried.

Nor is this idea off-the-box, but he won't notice it now.

Not to mention the allies of the seven countries. Sisernia had the ambition to have the most powerful voice of the seven countries.

In order to do that, it was necessary to effectively use the magician named # 1, and that idea ended up being a blow to the head.

So I guess this is kind of belly-up.

"Als, you are the magician of Alpha, so work to the benefit of Alpha"

…………

"I know, but for once, I'm not allowed to travel to another country."

…………

"You're mine"

…………

"You just have to listen to me. The power of Ars is enough to sell favors to other countries. Instead, we just need to recapture you in one of the neighborhoods… or… etc…"

Moment after moment, the indoor air turned into something strained. That's an intimidation directed at the weak by a powerful man named Killer.

But it wasn't a good kind of thing to send the Führer forward. Its origins are things from a boy sitting across the slope.

Lynne felt a definite death within a few seconds of the comma. She also has Alpha's eyes on the bend, a body that serves as a guard.

It would be praiseworthy to have moved forward to shelter Cicernia while surprisingly sweating on his forehead.

And I can't call him a magician. Cicernia was painfully putting her hands on her chest and lifting her rough breath. Beautiful lips move, but that's not for spinning words, breathing like wanting oxygen in water.

She won't be very tolerant of being in her current seat with only blood called royalty. Ars knows it's not just blood.

"Don't get me wrong"

A chilled out voice is whispered in both ears tearing the air so tight.

"I don't care about Alpha or anything. I'm here because I owe Beric. In that regard, it is brilliant that you have placed Beric in the Governor General's office. You think I have the right to order you?

Cicernia can't answer that. The pale face does not feel bloody alongside its original clear skin, leaning down and fixing her gaze on the wood of the desk.

"That's why it wouldn't be funny to Beric if Alpha could be taken lightly..."

"Dear Ars!!

Lynne finally raised her voice in such a way.

Ars raises his cheek and looks at Cicernia, curbing his killing temper. Even when it comes to killing, this comes with the pattern of work in the back. It's a little different from the killings a normal magician would unleash. In the case of a magician, it emits with magic. It will be the former who can feel more death. The latter is close to intimidation and demonstrations.

"That's why. Apologize for being rude. Well, I wouldn't mind putting a single in front of this."

Lynne takes a big, deep breath and asks. I can't help but have a few seconds in between.

"What do you mean? Cicernia meets with singles every year."

"Because I'm here this time. I don't want to get rough with you."

You guessed it. No objection can be raised from Lynne. The best reason, but she also knows that it was followed.

"So, who's going to crude?

"Why aren't you diving in the training grounds?"

Cicernia smashes a powerful gaze out of his glance at Ars as best he can. Rough breaths repeated in disregard of sticky forehead. But the mouth did have an invincible grin.

"What do you do, punish me for disrespect? I don't mind."

"That's what you're really going to take to another country."

Ars raises Cicernia's rating by one step. Again, when you have a nasty personality.

I kept it to a point where I wouldn't faint, but I still meant to kill the single to the point where I would sit back against him.

Words I threw up knowing I couldn't punish them, but regret that I might have done a little too much.

"Dear Ars, I can't miss the next one."

and Lynne gives the nail.

Lynne doesn't really think she can do anything herself. It would be a word from a standpoint.

I unleashed a clear traction, but nothing is all that, and should be attacked by some intrigued hostility by the presence of Ars. It would be easier if all single magicians were people like Jean, but even if you think about it, that would seem tiresome. I also go through the back of my brain.

Slightly... not to say slightly or damned. I was simply waiting for the two of you to settle down. Exactly. Lynne regained her usual calm in minutes, but Cicernia doesn't either.

Breathe nearby enough to swallow water. There was a sigh overflowing when I saw the flickering and als along the way.

"Master Cicernia? It just takes so long to make me feel guilty."

"Whose fault is it? Taste the guilt. But if you really feel it."

Potty cheeks on the desk and "dressing," he groans, his face up bah.

"I'll change because I sweated because of someone. Lynne, get ready!

"Yes!"

Naturally, Ars is outside the room in the meantime.

Cicernia, who was forced by Lynne to change as a dressing doll in the room for two, was now once overflowing with a deep sigh.

"You've done it. 'Cause that's who Ars is."

"I know! You're here because Mr. Letty was on a mission."

"It seems so. Maybe it's because Master Ars will be in the magic tournament, but maybe he wouldn't have come if he hadn't."

Thinking about it, I might have had to bring a double-digit magician to the scene, and I imagine Alpha's national power is suspected. As Cicernia stands for Alpha, the magician who makes the offering must symbolize Alpha's national power.

I can't even see it shriveled by magicians from other countries.

Then the shoulder strap is removed and the dress drops to your feet without sound.

Cicernia missed a step, as is normal.

And without saying anything, Lynne also hangs her hand on Cicernia's underwear and replaces it.

"What about you, Lynne?

"No, I..."

I shake my face when I sift and deny it, but my husband's face doesn't make it good.

"And Lynne, right?..................... right?

Cicernia asks with a full grin, eagling at Lynne's exuberantly shaped breasts.

"... hiccup"

"Well, let's take a shower"

♢ ♢ ♢

The meeting place is on the top floor. That would mean the fifth floor.

The three of us go all the way to the fourth floor, from where Lynne can't get in first. A servant in front of the stairs is physically examined and dives the inspector.

This detects the type of blade or the sensitizer that must be present in the material used in the AWR.

No problem Ars and Cicernia are cleared and Lynne drops them off.

"I'll be waiting for you here"

"I'm coming."

I can't even get a servant in from here on out. Only Cicernia, the Führer, and one person who was allowed to accompany him as a liturgical soldier are allowed.

Walk one step behind Cicernia. Unlike when she comes, she wraps her wine red dress around and hides her face with a face veil. This seems to be a necessity when we meet at the Führer. I also hear that it is to eliminate differences in age and gender.

Sisernia's back and footsteps seemed a little restless even as she walked to her temperament.

(You threatened me too much)

I can't help but look at Ars when he sees his small back, looking at the door that is at the end of the walk wondering if I could just lend him a little hand.

It is a magical runoff that leaks unusually, even if it is closed. Not so much as conspired, no doubt the Ars are the last to arrive.

I sympathize with Cicernia for having to go ahead.

Her stride narrowed and slowed down gradually as she approached, and that was enough that Ars was likely to outrun her.

"Master Cicernia? Shall I go first?"

"It's okay. There's no way I'm going to show you such shame."

Inhale heavily.

Ars slipped aside and grabbed the handle.

After the word "then" a slight gap opens and the door opens.

That could be described as cut off. So much animosity, so much magic to demonstrate worthy again.

Inside, six Führers sat to surround the round table, with six magicians waiting behind them. The Führer hides his face in Faceveil, as does Cicernia.

And the dome of magic is covered to cover the six Führers.

(Magic Canceller)

As a barrier magic, it has the effect of blocking magic belonging to a high rank. I use it without an AWR. I guess that means you're not naming a single.

(Is this barrier to keep the draining magic from perceiving to the Führer?)

A gaze towards the door simultaneously.

But it wasn't directed at Cicernia, it was directed at the boy behind it.

One likely bent man walks over at the same time as entering the room.

Cicernia could not find out and move into a mass of hostility like the one directed against her.

With such a first pass score on her in front of her, Ars puts his hand on Cicernia's back. And the magic slowly swept him all over his body with definite warmth.

……

Cicernia, who felt it, realizes herself as she regains her composure. Warm and gentle force. This is the first time she has ever felt that magic is flowing, not being exercised.

I never thought this would work on my energy body to butcher demons.

If you think calmly, it's just Ars.

I would say that as Führer, I regained my shameless ordinary heart.

I felt like I saw Chirali and Ars, but more than that......

Ars moves one step forward and out in front of Cicernia.

"I'm surprised you were a real kid!

Is the man with the giant body standing in front of him eighth, Garginis Theotort, looking a little old but about thirty years old? Ars pulls it out as he checks against the national materials in his brain.

Numerous ancient wounds are engraved on the magician's unexpectedly raised muscles where they can be seen on his face, arms and hands.

A cheeky, all-backed hair with an angled face is like a beast.

(Whew)

Inside worthy, Ars leaked admiration. In a body that doesn't drown in magic.

But that was it. I don't feel anything more than that as a feeling that Ars saw him.

I'm a single magician on this scene, and I'm sure the magic of this enemy exorcism belongs to Garginis. Other magicians are releasing their magic, but they don't feel hostile, and that means a battle posture that they can take at any time.

"This is the end of the world. You must have fought the war anyway, right? The alpha's turned."

It was already a tone occupied by mockery, not a travesty. At the end of the sentence, he said, "Hey, if we take this guy down, will my rank rise?," etc., and the beginning and end of opening a big mouth with dignity.

Ars shifts his gaze to Jean, saying it's troublesome, but he seems to have a bitter face about what to do. The others are just watching.

If I don't pinch my mouth, I'll have to do something about it myself.

But I wonder what to do. You should at least let him rethink his mind.

I don't mind if I can taste it, but it's not a good idea in the future for Alpha to be seen lightly.

(You're going to be right about this young lady)

and think of the Führer hiding behind Ars's back. Even though he seems resolute, he picks Ars' sleeve.

Ars slammed the trick and the ground with his right foot looking troublesome before a big enough man looked up and matched his nail tips to his shoes.

And the moment the magic of Garginis was also directed at Cicernia...

After the sound of beating the ground about twice, a dry sound rang like a spanking whip.

"Huh!?

Garginis' giant collapsed and he knelt one knee in front of Ars. Now I'll finally have the same gaze.

Suddenly Ars approaches Garginis and turns to tangle his arms from front to neck to the opposite shoulder. There's not a single thing that can move this flowing sequence of motions, even if you look at it.

Ars's voice reaches everyone on this spot even if he purposefully stops near his ear.

The narrowed eyes pointed straight to the side, spinning cold.

"You can do the magic and kill me in this place."

The sudden temperature change in the air is precisely for relief, and it's a physical sensation.

Only Garginis breaks through the boiling point in an instant, and more magic overflows.

"Ah? Can't you even do that? I can't help it."

Ars unleashed another magic power in its intact position only for a moment. Between blinking degrees, the magic that was full of the room was clean and refreshing and could disappear without a trace.

No matter, I don't even have a magic canceller.

――――――

"Become!"

Together they open their eyes and turn their stunned faces to one boy.

No wonder Jean is included in it. Because he has never shown this power. Magic eating aliens - bulimic predators (gra eaters) -.

It would be enough to show strength. Ununderstandable phenomena call for fear. In that case, the idea of trying to pry won't even occur.

Ars untied his arm and pounded Garginis' raised shoulder.

'Cause there's no next time.

Ars takes Cicernia's hand and leads him to an empty seat in the front.

She is not here in the present sight, but when she comes out in front of Ars, her mouth rises slightly and her eyes are lit again with ambition. Exactly how you hold one thing in your belly.

Shortly after Ars took a step - it was when he turned his back -.

"Ha! but ahhhhhhh!!

He raised his voice like he had returned to me and waved the fist that Garginis had bestowed his magic upon him without shaking.

Ars has no dodging or defensive manoeuvres.

――――

"Garginis, it just doesn't taste better than that"

Don't you think it's disrespectful before the Führer?

"You're so lame, old man."

In turn, Jean grabbed the back of Garginis's head and held him to the floor, second-place Vaget Oragoram stepped on his left arm, fourth-place Fannon Trooper magically restrained his magically granted arm, and his luxurious legs - the heel part - were lifted from behind him so that he could stomp his testicles (this kind of cancer) at any time.

Instantly ambushed by three, Garginis was knocked down to the floor.

I know from anyone's eyes that the attack now is due to instinctive reflexes. It does not come from anger. So the dodgy attack of just covering it with magic.

As a result, no further resistance is naturally possible.

"Garginis, don't!

It was the magnificent man who stood up across the street from the round table who raised his voice so. His face is hidden and I don't know, but he may be about the same age as Beric from his voice.

It is the head of [Hulkapudia] next to Lusaka, a country located in the northwest.

"Su... sorry, disturbed"

When the ambushed Garginis emits powerless, the three release the restraint, as they had expected.

Ars holds four figures in his sight with chirali. Among them, the first encounter with the exception of Jean and Garginis.

East Country [Iberis] # 2 Vaget Oragoram can be called long skinny, slim and beautiful for a man.

The long, dull blue hair is wrapped around the back, and the eyes peeking from the centrally divided forehead are long and reminiscent of the raptor.

The age should have been 26.

There is currently no AWR possession, but he seems to use a long knife and a machete as an AWR.

The other is [Clevidito] No. 4 Fanon Trooper, located next to Alpha - a neighbor opposite Lusarca.

It's the other woman in the single. Her age is 19 and younger than Ars. He tied his vine-colored hair in two, left and right, and a small, 150cm tall, looking young for his age, but Ars was one of those people who was concerned that she would stick around too.

Relieves me that I'm glad I'm a rational person, but it's also true that I don't hear very good rumors.

Famous for his cleanliness, but only touched her with dirty hands after one of his troops defeated the demon during an outside mission, the man hears he was crushed in the testicles.

And they shielded the troopers in front of the demons and dressed them loosely. Barriers around me only.

In other words, the magic canceller is by Fannon Trooper. Her name as an expert in defensive magic may be due to her cleanliness disorder when she is called Iron Wall.

The strongest countries point to the big countries, Alpha and Lusarca, and Clevidito is the most powerful because she's also there.

In the case of Fannon, he said he would actively go out to the outside world regardless of his magical properties. A madman unthinkable to a magician who specializes in defensive magic. If it singles her out, I guess it will.

Ars doesn't have to imagine what Fannon put up his legs trying to crush. The freaking trance expression had an abusive light in her eyes.

So Ars decides to stay out of that.

Standing up exposed to his surrounding gaze, Garginis kneels in front of Cicernia.

"Forgive my disrespect. Dear Sisernia Il Artzeit, Head of State of the Alpha"

In this case, it is not an apology to Ars, a funeral soldier.

"I'm glad we're not hurt."

That said, he bowed his head deeply to the heads of other countries with his head hanging, also laying his eyes down on Ars as he returned to his starting position.

Garginis seems to have a pretty belligerent personality as far as the dossier goes.

As for Ars, it was a predictable area. Of course you're right, only once.

And I look at the other single when I see the seats in Cicernia.

Someone who didn't pay any attention to this mess.

In the sense that I showed a reaction but didn't move. Maybe he could have been either.

As it is, even if Garginis is killed... Would such a careless and chilling place resemble Ars?

Country present in the north [Hydrange] # 5 Croquel Ifertus.

Leaning against a wall alone and reading a book, he is about the same age as Jean, 24 years old, wearing black edged glasses on his slender body to give him a calm breeze.

Shorter gray hair, her forehead flowed as she hung it in her eyes, with a hairstyle that reminded her of a little mess along the shape of her head overall.

He seems to like the most contentious of all. Exactly because it is located on the true opposite side of the Alpha, there is not much information coming in, but the territory is as narrow as Balmes and the battle is scarce.

Probably because Crokel is not on a mission in the outside world. Ars was under the impression that he was not a very good fighter, but a deep builder.

I turn to his book, though, that the same researcher might be able to exchange useful information.

(Oh, no. That's a novel)

Probably the hero Tan.

That's right. He also sees all the Führer seated, closes the book and stands behind the Führer Hydrange.

I'm sorry, Lord Cicernia.

"No, I'm fine, so give him"

and the Führer in front of him opens his hands and shows Ars.

"Excuse me, Lord Ars. Apologies..."

And all the noble ones felt the ideology not to try to solve it with gold, Ars shrugged his shoulders, but it would be better to change his mind somewhat if he were shown a place of tolerance.

But how about an apology and a suggestion to reject it immediately?

So Ars stopped by hand to get another right.

"Apologies are fine. Would you like to make one statement instead?

The Führers turn to each other their faces wrapped in veils, but there were no objections.

On behalf of the head of Hulkapudia, turn to a keen gesture.

"Well, there seems to be a magician I don't know, could you introduce him"

Ahead of that gaze he concentrated on the head of Balmes.

I guess everyone had the same doubts on this occasion, not just Ars.

A magnificent man who freaked out from the beginning to the present.

Too disproportionate. I can say I'm so sorry.

Honestly, he seems pathetic. Because he reacts so much that he seems to jump to Ars' words with his face that he is going to faint.

Well, I guess if you're most considerate of him, you should stay calm, because of the idea that if you're a magician crowning a single, you should also know it as Ars.