Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

"Well, then, guardian. Let me give you a chance to make a choice."

After Emily and Vanessa's decision to take a full blow (with an abyss), Sir, who was glaring at the surveillance beside Chief Magdanes and the others, said that.

The voice echoed well on a quiet night when armed men rolled over dead bodies and the hustle and bustle of death and struggle passed. Emily and Vanessa, a little further away, and the Grants turn their gaze in haste, too.

The crew of the special forces, who were slightly unconscious about the total annihilation of the enemy and the surveillance of Sir (...), also begin to stir up tension again.

"Choice?"

Director Magdanes stands up, supported by an adjacent agent, holding down his bloody seeping arm. The splashed blood stained her cheeks and colored her miserably, but straightened without blushing, giving her a cold glance back to her lord.

"Yes, it's a choice. Destroy them all on this occasion? Take a second option."

"Bullshit...... I already told you my, no, sheriff's will. If you want to kill me, kill me. It doesn't affect the system of this country to lose a pawn named me."

I'm ready. An emotionless cold eye trumps Sir's suggestion with bullshit.

But Sir didn't make a suggestion.

"Surely, your death will have no great influence on the decisions of this country. But you're alive. You're powerful, aren't you? That influence, shouldn't it be used for national security?

"? What... that sort of thing. That's pretty blackmailing."

Yes, it was a "final notice" that just took the "proposal" before the building.

Even if Director Magdanes dies, it will not be possible for the upper echelons of this country, who knew the charm of [Berserk], to draw any hand. Director Magdanes' cauldron will continue his mission, or it will just be transferred to another agency.

But what if this actress, arguably a living legend, used all of her position and influence to sue [Berserk] needlessness theory, or danger theory? Director Magdanes said he was nothing more than a state dog, but could the upper echelons ignore her petition?

From Sir's predictions, there would be no choice to ignore first.

As for the country against him, Sir, who lacked the means to end the story, the most realistic means could be the way to bring Director Magdanes in and let [Berserk] get rid of the case.

Of course, Sir has the means to make us forget anything about [Berserk] from the upper echelons of this country. Ask the demon king. That would put Keri on everything, everything.

But Sir doesn't choose it. I will not allow Sir's insistence to throw a round at the resolution, despite the fact that he has stuck himself in the neck. More importantly, I couldn't have been able to treat him as a convenient being or something because I consider him a friend. If you do that, Sir, you will no longer be able to tell him that the Demon King is a friend.

Therefore, as Sir, it was best to let Director Magdanes himself put an end to the [Berserk case].

And if that choice is not made, it will be a war against the new Security Service without Director Magdanes, no, this very country behind it.

"Do something different than blackmail. This is a declaration. If that's all you want, I'll fight until this thing turns into dust and mustard. Come on, guardian. Imagine with that poor head. How much sacrifice does it take to stop this Lord of the Abyss"

……

Director Magdanes is silent. Without spinning a word, I look around slightly. There it is, the accomplishments of the armed men. In contrast, the man in front of you has no one mess of clothes.

In front of him using paranormal moves beyond the realm of understanding, even the special forces of the Sheriff's Department could not be put on his teeth. The words and actions were also out of comprehension.

Most importantly, in Director Magdanes' thoughts, the odds of winning were not zero. No matter how insane the strength, as long as the opponents are individual, they are poorer in front of the organization. In her head, several routes had already emerged for the killing of Sir when he used his powers as an organization.

But...

"Ha..."

A deep sigh was exhaled. Perhaps what a rarity it is from the way an agent who refrains beside Director Magdanes blinks.

But knowing the inside of Director Magdanes, I'm sure he would have even sympathized that the deep sigh of fatigue that had pressed him at the end of the day had no choice.

(Demon King's Right Arm... and, "Returnee," huh)

Yes, sir, he was declaring. I said, "It's the right arm of the demon king." That means you do a chunk of insanity right in front of you and it's just a subdivision (...). Director Magdanes doesn't know if that demon king is more powerful than Sir after all.

But here, for some reason, nature and the matter that I assumed was not a great deal of information (...) - when the word "returnee" comes to mind, the possibility arises that there should be a war in the potato ceremony.

At one time, the case of the returnees who disturbed the public. Naturally, UK intelligence didn't ignore it either. The implications of monitoring and responding to disturbing elements who smelled occult occult on them were greater than the boys and girls themselves called returnees, but Britain did pay attention to the [returnee case].

But at one point, the cautionary tissue, which was showing heated media and disturbing motion, neglected to show motion. Lightly as if the tide were pulling.

(Yes, unnaturally, naturally, that case closed. And neither I nor the Intelligence Agency felt it was unnatural!

The presence of Sir and the slight keyword placed in front of him awakens Director Magdanes.

- wielding the power of paranormal, he is a returnee

- There are about thirty returnees.

- At least there is something he says is above himself.

- Rather than in my own country, almost all of the world, there is a weak perception of returnees.

- Weak recognition does not make it unnatural

What is this situation, I think, Director Magdanes? What a premise, dealing with an individual, is too optimistic a guess.

"Let me ask you one thing. How much of you (...) are you?

From what I've heard, while I don't think it makes much sense, Commissioner Magdanes couldn't help but ask. Even part of me wanted to know about them hiding from all of the world while they attracted the attention of the whole world once.

Sir replies with a shoulder strapped to the overreactionary mood when he shows a bare gesture of thinking a little while stroking his jaw in response to Director Magdanes' question.

"Within my people, I'm proud to be top notch. But......"

"But?"

But Director Magdanes asks back quietly without showing any frustration. To her, Sir, he said, with his chest up, as he boasted.

"Compared to our demon kings and their wives, they are not even at their feet. One-on-one, all spirits, even if I cut out all the bills I could hold... I'll scratch one, so I'll do my best."

"... yes"

The Special Forces crew is slightly annoyed. They're still holding back on the Buck, the one who drove them half-baked and can only cause them to be plundered and wounded. That too, multiple people. Besides, the wives (...). Those are the wives! The fingertips on the crew's triggers tremble! How flattering - horrible!

"You may not even be fighting in the first place."

Director Magdanes is convinced of what has been supplemented like a pursuit. Again, even recognition is induced, he said. The certainty, once again, became a deep sigh and leaked out of Director Magdanes' mouth.

And I ask the balance of my heart and laugh bitterly.

"Indeed, to the extent that [Berserk] has the advantage of converting weapons, it doesn't seem to fit the bill. By the way, is there room for negotiation?

"None"

"Don't you have to ask your beloved Demon King?

"Regardless."

I don't even have a bite. Three times, Director Magdanes sighed.

"The potency and usefulness of [Berserk] is already well known to the upper management. I cannot assure you that this case will come to an end when I raise an objection. Though you're good at theoretical arming, if you're going to skip your presence, you can't be sure."

"Are you telling me to expose myself and the information behind me? Learn, Guardian. There are things in this world that you should not know.... and when I told you about them, it was really bad for me. Especially because if I get my hands on my daughter-in-law ~ z, I'm serious. Because this country will end. If I found out, would there ever be a fool out there and this country disappear from the map - hon. Anyway, I'm not going to tell you about us."

……

Lord Abysgate, who seems to have some vegetables. An instant gable that can be seen even over black outfits and sunglasses. Chief Magdanes and the rest of the crew are flabbergasted. What kind of existence is this insane being so freaked out that it accidentally returns to vegetables!? and.

"Hmm, so, how's the response?

As he regained his mind, Sir, who deliberately coughed, once again pressed for a choice. Director Magdanes' head was now also visibly searching for the best solution for the country at this moment, but she was aware that she had already had the answer herself.

National security is what Sharon-Magdanes is all about.

Then the main fall is also a good place, such as at the end of the path pursued, there is a war against a powerful and incomparable organization that is unknown, which is also potentially a state overthrow. At least because at the moment we are overwhelmed with intelligence and warfare.

A long silence came. Director Magdanes' cold gaze pierces Sir straight through.

Sir also stared straight back at Director Magdanes. While crossing your arms.

How long has it been? Only when Emily and Vanessa leaned in beside Sir and the crew began to alternate between Director Magdanes and Sir with a tense look, were words finally spinning to determine fate.

".................. Fine. [Berserk] is out of control. Purification of special effects is not possible. As it stands, there is a high likelihood of air infection due to environmental adaptation, in which case the damage is significant.... what about this place? Though, of course, the flavoring is firmer"

"Excellent. It's Emily's country to fight Alzheimer's disease, and not even sprinkled with the same symptoms for all the upper management. Respect your broken heart."

"It's no honor or anything, but I think you're lucky you were rational.... I honestly don't know what to say or do."

Words of the Director of the Bureau, who was last squealed. I'm sure, half the loser, half the real deal.

Sir turned his gaze to Emily beside him, pretending he could not hear. I'm busting one of the causes that drove my loved ones to death and pointing a flame of hatred that would have been somewhat confused and, after all, somewhat indelible against its culprit Director Magdanes.

"Emily. As I heard, I got a hand in closing this case. But I do understand that this method is not meant for you."

"... yeah"

Emily grabbed Sir's sleeve. The tightly tied lips are going to be bitten off now. That figure, above all eloquently, says, "I wish all these people were dead!" revealing her inner self.

To Emily like that, Sir asks.

"I'm the one who said it would help. So if Emily wants revenge, let's pull the blade out on them. Emily, what do you want?"

The expression on the faces of the soldiers who were leaking relief exhalation that they had spoken to Sir's words throughout this period is strong. Only Director Magdanes pours a quiet eye on Emily, as if she were a sinner awaiting a verdict.

Emily's hand grabbing Sir's sleeve became stronger. Leaning down and trembling small enough to indulge in great emotions can also be described as painful. But the first words emanating from Emily like that were so strong and resounding that everyone on the spot was hazy.

"Don't lick me"

Emily's gaze raised her face is pointed straight out of Sir's shoulder. At a distance where each other is likely to exhale, Emily dwells in her eyes a radiant light other than hatred.

"Are you trying me out to talk to you first and then ask me that question? Again, I say. Don't lick it, this way. I decided to take this path because I wanted to help someone suffering from the disease and I wanted to keep one or more of them alive. There's no way I'm going down the best path you've ever grabbed!

The girl's voice echoes. The will spreads like a ripple. That, I'm sure, was shown by Director Magdanes, so much that he couldn't even beat the will of national security.

"Besides, I don't have the shame of entrusting someone to kill for myself. All this time, I would never ask such a terrible favor from Vanessa, who helped me all the time, or from this sucker who told me that I had nothing to do with it, but that I could help!

Kicked and hung cat-eye. With a heart-burning hatred, but she didn't go the wrong way. That would be the undisputed strength of this girl, who will soon be small, scared, mean, but very straight.

There is a thin smile on Sir's mouth. Some light, gentle grin, unlike the invincible that floated until earlier. Nature, Sir's hand extended to Emily's head. A pompous, lightweight feel conveys to Emily.

"Emily, I knew you were a good woman."

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A few moments stiffness. Then I understood what they said and went to ripe tomatoes. The dating is a strange voice of amazement. And when I realized that the more I stretched out a bit, the closer my lips were to the nearest distance I was going to touch, and that I was grabbing Sir's arm, I wobbled, wrinkled and retreated.

And for some reason, I noticed Vanessa thumbing up and Director Magdanes and the crew with an indescribable look on her face, as well as her family sending strangely warm eyes... "Mi, don't look!," he said, getting smaller. Squeeze in, hold your head with both hands, and shudder in shame, just like a small animal.

With such a smiling smile on Emily, Sir returns that gaze to Director Magdanes.

"That's the thing. For the sake of the safety of this country, my Lord Guardian. Convince me of my country with madness, though I am dying. There is no effort evaluation. The result is everything. If in any way it would hurt this child or the people around him - know that the abyss swallows everything."

"... I understand."

Director Magdanes nodded quietly at the unusual killings and pressures contained in the last word. Then, at the end of the day, he offered to set up a forum for discussion about sending personnel to the occasion and the organization behind Kimberly.

Sure, you can't leave a rolling corpse behind, and to completely save Emily, you need to know about the tissue behind Kimberly. Therefore, while accepting the offer, Sir tells them one thing: the facts.

That means the number of body bags is just for Kimberly's buddies. Yes, as a matter of fact, all the members of the special forces were slashed of tendons in their hands and feet, badly damaged in their guts, and although they were seriously injured, no one had eaten the fatal wounds and were not dead.

From the outset, one way to put an end to this situation was to keep them alive so that they could not leave behind any later rot. Most importantly, the fact concaved the spirit of the crew with the joy of their survival and the fear that they had been halved even though they had been reduced… trivial for Sir.

Now, for once, when we have established a cooperative relationship with the Security Service and a paragraph is complete.

Sir, no, Kosuke heard. The sound of Sir. From your own body. Apparently, a bloody sound is something that sounds real.

Kosuke's hand slowly reaches into the sunglasses, shaking slightly. And I slowly took this off again as I rocked my catacotta and sunglasses.

What emerged from inside was a more convulsive look.

At the behest of Director Magdanes, everyone but the agent in contact with the personnel dispatch draws attention to Kosuke, whose unusual atmosphere until earlier disappeared and whose expression was so blue that even the light moonlight could tell.

Kosuke, silent, but with his dead-eyed eyes that anyone could see, turned back slightly to his heel, fluttered, and walked out, eventually leaning back into the gap between the building's walls and the stairs and getting smaller. It's like Emily.

In front of the people who were rounding their eyes about something, Kosuke shrugged small when he buried his face in his knee, but clearly.

"Somebody, do it alone..."

In the heart of the warehouse district, I hope to intervene.

The price of the double seemed too great.