Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

It was Loki who moved at the same time as the signal.

Stay low and go straight ahead and turn your hands behind your back, pulling something out of your hips.

Ars confirmed it after he was thrown out of Loki's hand.

Few things could be called patterns with knives for throwing. It's the type that I use to pinch my fingers. And the blade is slightly thick.

A total of four bottles from both hands headed for Ars.

I think it was tasted at a time when the attack from the front, though fast, seemed to work.

Whatever, including the prospectus...

Ars takes two pinches in each hand. A knife naturally covered with magic. The magic ceremony described there floated a pale light, but no magic would be emitted from it.

Overwrite instantly with your own magic at a glance. The magical lighting stopped immediately.

Throw that sight back in the same way towards Loki with a disquieting look on his face.

――――

He fights with a knife that he pulls out further, but he couldn't knock off a knife covered with Ars' magic. Forcefully overwritten magic had raised the strength of the knife-type AWR and was coming towards it at a rate that would not even allow it to blink.

Loki jumps away. I can see from the look on his face that he has a single hair.

Duh... Loki took Ars out of his sight for a moment.

In her experience, it was a little late to realize that was a big mistake.

"It's over."

The voice was heard from behind Loki. For a few moments - about the blink of an eye will kill Ars against him.

Ars stunned him with a knife.

――

But that knife never struck Loki in the neck.

Als' knife changes purpose along the way - his hand grabbed Loki's arm.

"Sometimes you just crown a probe, did you detect it by magic"

Loki's hands released backwards have a knife sandwiched against her.

As it was, it was easy to faint him with an empty hand, but the pinched knife was thrown only by the force of his finger, shifting his face away and at the same time Ars dared to let go of his hand.

Immediately Loki makes a huge jump to get the distance.

Indeed, the president of the board was right and excellent, Ars praised. I didn't put it in my mouth.

He seemed to have just enough arms to do as a magician. That knife is an AWR made assuming demons. A knife that discharges slightly and wraps up electricity should be increasing both speed and penetration.

You can't grasp it without overwriting it in the first few seconds with Ars' magic manipulation.

If it was about a demon with a low rate, it would have been pierced by a first-shot throw.

So even more so, Ars wondered.

"Why aren't you on the front line? You'll be able to do enough."

I guess the president knows why. Instead of answers, the frightened caged expression returned.

Besides, it's an honor to be chosen as a single magician partner. Ars has turned it all down, but when he was in the army, the applicants continued.

Sometimes I've been called a 'lonely magician' for what went on.

Even Loki knew he was invincible. Still, it's not so corrupt that you don't know the difference in dimensions.

There is no excuse because specialization is detection.

At least I definitely had to let one tae-tae in. Because that's why I told the Governor I couldn't...

Maybe this is your first and last chance.

I guess that desperation showed up on my face.

Ars couldn't have guessed what was going on either, but he had to answer the serious glance.

What changed for a moment was a sign that Ars switched perceptions that he was the enemy to be defeated.

Magic leaks out of my body like a ghost. It is magic and does not show the appearance of magic.

The magic that covers my body is stupid... I swayed around Ars strangely as if I were willing to do the magic itself.

"Nah......!!

WHAT! There is an obvious fear in the words that are both astonishing and incapable of spinning afterwards.

Screams leak out of Loki's mouth. It's not a mourning.

It's an absolute difference in power.

That doesn't turn into dissatisfaction. I was even glad.

Loki consolidated her determination.

Though I'm in a remote position, I can't help but rattle my throat. Even the president sees it for the first time. There is no voice in a movement that is magical but not magical. Only Ars has nothing to worry about, but it wasn't surprising what happened to Loki if you saw this.

(This is number one...)

If anything, I was going to stop it, but fear makes my feet stick to the ground.

I was able to move because I was Loki in fear.

My knees laugh and my feet refuse not to allow me to stand for a long time. She can't take it down now because she herself has made the simulation more than that...... even the will refuses.

As long as we miss this opportunity...

Loki stabbed her trembling leg with a pulled out knife. The blade never buries in the skin. Instead, blunt pain stabbed me in the head.

Sweat floats amazingly on his forehead and thin, silky hair sticks to his face.

Loki slowly turned her gaze toward Ars.

Breathe deeply with your big shoulders and finally get up. And - spin quietly with a trembling mouth.

"Use thunder to reveal the sharp angle extremes of thunderbolt"

Ten knives pulled out of his hips float with the blade facing down. A small hole in the pattern created an electric field between the knives.

Draw a circle and ten knives start spinning. Gradually faster with chanting, the knife slowly points the blade tip at Ars. When the contours became blurry enough, the center of the circle, the space, created bees and thunderlights and electricity burst.

Trembling voices, and still certainly rhymes necessary for chanting. Never powerful, but Ars felt as if there was determination there.

"Shh! The octagonal position of Thunderbolt. At that age..."

President, Loki's chant ends sooner than Sisty finishes saying it to the end.

Loki's breathing was rough. Whoever sees it is already full of creativity.

He pulled his right hand to squeeze the last force, releasing a weak, albeit powerful, clapping toward the center of the space.

"[Thundering (Naruikazuchi)]"

A thunderous roar strikes Ars in a straight line.

The lightning strike instantly packed the distance from Ars.

Lightning strikes that far exceed human reflectance speed burn air to leave the sound behind. The realm of divine speed that cannot be overcome.

Explosion, that wasn't the morning ratio either.

Let the smoke gush from the ground that the blast destroyed. It scorched in an instant. The scorched dust was enough to fill everything in the training ground.

Loki thrust it without force at the end. The feeling of losing consciousness and sinking into deep meltdowns.

Far beyond the depletion of magic. Pay the price of what is not due to excessive magic consumption.

Sugar smoke is immediately removed by the president. Students and teachers peering at straw pressed again, but this was also withdrawn by the chairman of the board.

When the obstruction of vision is removed......

There was an upright Ars poking one hand forward in the same spot, looking back at his arms suspiciously with his eyes of how nothing had happened.

"That was more than I expected."

Moving his gaze to his arm, he is rattled like his training sleeve has been ripped apart. He was peering unwounded skin from his dewy arm. The burnt smell was paid off early, but I can still get in from Ars' clothing.

I used a corner that belonged to the hexagon of thunderbolt, which would mean that the top classified magic was still beyond the damage that should have been converted in the training field. Still, the lack of a scratch on Ars' arm is largely due to his power.

Even though we know that this smoke prevented the president from doing so, we haven't even seen how.

Ars had no point in being more powerful than he expected.

And I immediately understand by putting the fallen loki in my sight.

"No way -"

Running over in an instant, Ars put his finger on his neck.

"President, call the medical team."

"Eh! - Okay."

I said it because of my habit when I was in the military with the medical team, etc., but the president immediately guessed at me.

Loki's pulse is badly weakened. That's not so strange when it interrupts, either.

Breathing was breathless without engraving a certain rhythm.

"What do you mean?"

Though I could understand the urgency, I guess I can't keep up with my understanding of why.

The president asks for an explanation for any evidence that is not confusing.

It means there's no way to deal with it if you don't know the cause.

"Default."

――――

The President immediately understood what this meant.

In other words, there was a shortage of magic for exercising magic that exceeded the amount of magic held. That makes sense to be redeemed for your own life.

Ars immediately put his hand inside Loki's clothes and explored.

Now that we know what's going on, it's something anyone can see that it's not an unclean act. Look for something with a serious face.

"This..."

"Dependencies!

The president solidifies with Ars' hands stared as Gyoo.

Ars smashed in his palms with anger smashing into a hexagonal mass like a jewel in his flat hand.

It's the nucleus of the demon.

Only high rates with a lot of magic can have a role as a dependency. I guess this is more than an A rate, too.

Magic is originally expressed as a consideration after supplying magic. But there are exceptions.

That's the cost of dependency. It serves as a medium to temporarily compensate for the shortfall, and it is a sword of blades that collects the magic power to be paid after it is expressed.

An outward method used as a time buyer for mankind to lay a defensive line marginally.

It is also now illegal to use as a forbidden tool internationally.

I guess it also had properties. Loki's knife is AWR. Still big enough magic to use a four-verse chant.

And it would be because of the dependency bill that Ars missaw the prediction. It is an error caused by the use of more magic than her original magic.

Loki won't be able to do it anymore. for a few minutes......

I don't have an in-laws to help you, and if you say you're gonna be a partner and you die, you don't have an ex or a kid.

That's what the outside world did.

That's about every time I go out in the army with the guys. I don't care where my hands are dirty now.

Don't suffer............ with a blow......

"-! Wait."

The president grabbed Ars' arm. The gripping power of the gripped hand is strong for the woman, and she is willing not to let go.

It's obvious at first sight what you were trying to do.

Because something like a needle shaped by magic stretched out of Ars' fingertips.

"But already..."

Ars doesn't like this role either. Being emotionless was easy, but the taste sucked afterwards. If there was a way to help, I'd make it a top priority.

"If you don't have enough magic, make up for it"

"I can't do that."

It is common sense that magic does not accept the magic of others because it contains personal information.

I guess the president knew that too. Shortly after I came up with the proposal, I was thinking about the following ways:

It was a cheap idea, but Ars, although he denied it, something caught him. Too much discomfort to drink.

"Then..."

Stick your hand out in front of the board president and block the words.

Something catches on.

Sure, if we make amends, we should work it out.

I'm not paying the price in an instant that I still have breath...... I was still only certain that I was slowly and surely cutting my life.

"No......!! There's a way."

"Then..."

There is some prospect in terms of possibility, but the fact is that it is one measure. But there is harm in exercising it.

I went on blocking the words.

But if you're here, you'll have to keep a secret from the president.

Strong. Compulsory. Sisty quickly understands what it's all about.

"In two seconds, please"

"- Okay."

Sisty locked the entrance and exit of the training ground with a panel.

Whatever the thing was that Ars was a secret, Sisty understood the weight in Ars' eyes.

I'm sure that if Sisty speaks out, Ars himself will be sanctioned.

Still, Sisty never waited for two seconds.

Ars was also quick to execute. I just don't see why I'm getting this far. Still, there was no precipitation in the arms and magic to move.

I don't even hate to abandon it. Why does Ars dare to help?

Ars concentrated his nerves, looking seriously at the face of the silver-haired girl and his mouth nearly opened reflexively.

but no sound would be emitted from it, and I would quietly close it and go - my mouth just seemed to smile slightly.

♢ ♢ ♢

In the midst of the meltdown, old memories are evoked. It's the only thing in my life that's ever come and gone.

Training facilities in the military.

There were still young orphans there.

Loki grew young and her parents were eaten by demons and became lonely. It wasn't just for the reason that she was a child of her parents who were in the military, but I guess it was inevitable that she became an army keeper.

Anger at demons I had never seen was not deeply ingrained, but sudden anger emotions prevailed in everything. So when I had the invitation to be a training magician, it was long before I regretted shaking my head vertically without hesitation.

At the time when hate filled emotions and even anointed memories that were fun.

Military service at the age of eight.

Every day that endures harsh training as well.

It was inevitable that the spirit would wear out.

When he couldn't even afford to hate the demons, Loki thought.

"I wonder why you're here"

A prisoner-like room in a simple bed.

The outfit is common to all young trainers. Dirty...... white (...) clothes.

I didn't even see the scene where my parents were murdered by demons. I don't even have the artifact on hand.

Parents who could not even be buried and were still left behind in the outside world.

The hatred was finally gone. All I had left was a grace to bury my parents.

Strangely enough, the first time I wept, it wasn't the days I enjoyed smearing my mind without realizing it, just the faces of my parents like a restful sleeping face.

From a rough heart, Loki came to training more enthusiastically than anyone else by gaining a goal to get her thoughts straight.

Harsh training with constant wounds. After two years, you'll get used to it.

There were certainly many shepherds. The army imposes harsh training, but training has not left the dead. Some trained soldiers were denied magician life by accidents, but it was an environment in which it could be said that management in terms of safety was thorough.

Loki gained the strength to pull out one head in the same age. Learn interpersonal melee martial arts, personal skills in the outside world, and even magic, and incorporate them into combat.

That's also just a familiar goal (...) and my thoughts on my parents.

At the time, no one was going to be Loki's training partner... except one.

I was so weak that I thought I wouldn't even be dealing with him from my own point of view.

But Loki is the only one who always sticks up on the ground in a few mock fights. I even feel like I'm doing it with an adult.

The days of piling up drills only contemplate beating him and become polished.

But those days quickly closed the curtain. One older man disappeared more than six months ago. Magic manipulation to the only physical ability that outweighs her.

Loki used to follow his back and continue his training while on one side sticking with him, and he thinks he was improving fast because of it. He wouldn't even know his name if we hadn't talked about it.

He appeared only in game format training. He flatly knocked down his contemporaneous trainers, and it was only common for him to play games with Loki silently.

It was a game where everything polished to the magic I was used to was lightly played, but I got the feeling that it was definitely getting stronger.

One day at the border, he stopped showing up at the training ground. I had decided that I had fallen off. I was so fond of her that I fell in love with her so strongly, but that's what I knew this place was.

Two and a half years after the training, a massive demonic invasion was taking place sooner than expected, breaking through the first line of defense and causing enormous damage.

At that time, the domestic magicians came out and fought a defensive battle and managed to wipe out.

And Alpha, the dominant power, soon went out hunting for the remnants.

Alpha, which caused so much damage as a result of the invasion, was in short supply of magicians. So it was Loki and the trainers who were loaned out.

It wasn't strange that orders were given to be driven out because I had completed the entire training course and also possessed a license as a magician... if I didn't even care how old I was.

One unit for a dozen.

Everyone has confidence in their faces and a light mouth flies. That's also for a short while until I come across the demon......

Scared by the alien demons, most of the trainers bowed to their knees. They are only about ten years old.

Demons similar to large beasts. An unusually large mouth on blackish skin, it was creepy and strangely alien.

One man and another, the face I see is ravaged. It emits a strange odor, and the torn mouth is lined with sharp teeth only by dog teeth with no gaps. The clothes caught in the teeth must have been pulled a thousand times. The prototype and colour have changed.

Loki was a trembling body, trying to exercise her magic with trembling arms.

――――

But the magic that I didn't doubt because I believed I would remember and express ends in underdevelopment. I was losing my sense of magic.

"Hey, why...!!

The gaze couldn't get away from the monster eating the training soldiers. Someone's blood dyes Loki's face with blood. The blood of the fellows I saw mixed together, only the unchanged vermilion adhered.

Empty words were pointlessly repeating the magic that ended in underdevelopment. While I see a tragic sight, my mouth spells out a magical name that doesn't express itself like dementia.

"Why, why, why..."

Everything didn't work out. If I noticed, there was only one Loki left, and the fierce demon felt his mouth arcing and laughing as he stared at his dwarf self.

I even forgot to use magic for my abusive pastime, I just had to lay my face down in fear. Tears don't stop, teeth pinch the sky so they don't engage, and warm things convey their legs.

Dead. Yes, my heart gave in.

As well as my companions who lived together, they couldn't resist anything... Loki's grief, burying her parents, also came out of the outside world and collapsed early. It was sweet, a reality where pride that I thought was stronger betrayed me more easily.

Loki quietly apologized with a whimper in her face that made her lie down, her eyelids closed eyes.

"Sorry. Father, Mother"

I can tell even if my eyes are closed that the demon is imminent in front of me. The smell of iron so thick that it is likely to vomit rides the raw warm wind to cover the loki.

That was evidence of a big mouth opening.

"Shit... didn't you make it"

Such an out of place tongue punch vividly shook Loki's tympanic membrane.

The sound of something huge falling.

Then...

"Are you okay?"

The voice belonged to a child whose voice change had not yet come, and it was emitted against Loki.

The only thing I could see with blurred eyes when I managed to open my stuck eyelid was my black hair.

"You don't have to."

The little hand gently placed on his head felt warm.

The boy unfortunately opens his mouth when he looks around.

"Sorry I'm late"

Loki couldn't recover from fear and couldn't speak, but instead shook her head sideways with a boom.

When his vision recovered slightly, the boy crouched back in front of him.

"You won't be able to move, so get in."

Close your legs in a daze.

Would the boy have noticed...... that he had a crude phase (yes).

"Never mind."

The words are supposed to be caring. If there is no chase.

"If you don't get in, I'll hold you."

Loki realized that he had no right of veto for a boy who tried to use forceful means like he had given his palm back in this situation.

Leaving his body behind his small back so that he could fall without being able to step out with his still trembling feet, the boy's arms were assembled straight under his buttocks.

Wet clothes, the boy's arms forcefully support Loki's body, as opposed to his body trembling in small pieces in too much shame.

Return in the form of a pamper. The boy on the road let the monster that caught his eye be slaughtered instantly with one hand. The skill of turning a blind eye to a move that doesn't even make you feel Loki is there, the one you struggle with so much - no, the one who broke your knee and turned away. Destroy it in one blow as if cleaning it with garbage.

"Wait, put it down there."

Fear of demons lurked only temporarily because the boy saw a scene where demons were swept away in an instant. It felt similar to paralysis, but Loki didn't have to miss the opportunity by doing so.

The boy ignored Loki's words for a moment, but the desperate appeal manages to be heard.

"Three minutes."

When I say that, I slowly lower Loki to the roots of the trees nearby.

"Definitely!

The view of the area matched the position of the map previously seen. But there was no one/thing there for Loki to look for anymore.

There is no mistake in the place where Loki's parents died. That's what I knew. It's been almost three years.

It's not easy to imagine, but it's a lie if you say you've never thought about it.

It was knowledge that demons ate humans. I had to accept the scene where there was not one left, no matter how that took shape.

"What's in here?"

"Where my parents died... exactly where they think they died..."

The boy stopped walking and responded with a potpourri. That's like a gavel of no concern.

"Right."

There were no words following it, but Loki doesn't find it ruthless. Because that response sounds gentle now.

They moved a large rock under the great tree to make it a tombstone.

Boy holding hands next to Loki.

I can't peek anything out of that face.

(Sorry I'm late)

When I told him that, Loki turned to the boy like he blew it off.

"Thanks"

"Never mind."

It wasn't until after he returned that Loki saw the boy's face exactly. All I could see under the moonlight was the outline.

That was one older brunette boy I assumed was falling off.

He was a little taller than he was back then and I didn't know right away, but he still left a shadow at the time.

As soon as he lowered Loki, he melted into the darkness of the outside world and went.

Loki objected to the superiors and thinkers who were talking to him, saying his name directly to his brain.

"Ars Regin"

Loki walked on her own feet, borrowing her shoulders from the military doctor on the defensive line.

It saved my life and many years of wishing could also be achieved thanks to him. What was left behind was… a goal with nothing.

Loki no longer knows how to use her life after this.

But it was surprisingly soon that the answer came out.

(Then I will be his help. Let's decide to use this life for him)

Loki polished more magic from it. He also crusaded demons in action and gained experience.

But Loki finds out how high the boy is right now.

(Can't be his help as it is)

Loki decided to pave the way for a field of detection that was more apt than before. That's not even a little roundabout. It was just a result of thinking that I could help him.