Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The first time I raised my voice was Loki, who I noticed prematurely. Then Tesfir and Alice.

Alice greeted her with a crisp smile like a complete possession had fallen.

"Dear Ars, are you injured..."

"It's the same as when you left."

Answer with a frightened face, but it's not what started now that Loki cares.

That's why I didn't think this exchange was much of a snakefoot either.

"At least let me just stop the bleeding"

As for Loki, he was talking about the injury. Being in a embarrassing tone from above is also something I can't help but ignore, I guess.

"Okay."

Having finished his first job, Ars raised his hands and gave himself up.

Loki rips her battle clothes off her sleeve all at once. It's a late festival when you think nothing is that far.

"I wish I could use mine"

and try to lift the end of the robe. It would be simple to make and as much a substitute as possible.

"No, you didn't drop it on the floor once, but it's important once the mold is in. Mine isn't dirty."

Ars couldn't find a word to argue with if he said so.

And Loki was driven by her complacency that she was the only one who deserved to be looked after in a worthwhile way. Of course, there is a lesser frustration to the fact that I took Ferrinella instead of myself, my partner, among them.

Maybe I couldn't give it up as a trap.

The robe is removed so that it does not touch the wound. This was myself, too, and the moment I raised my arm, my muffled gaze went into force not to allow me to move any further.

It's a situation where you can't keep being paid but still be slight. Physically and emotionally.

Meanwhile, a voice can be thrown at Ars, who dropped his shoulder.

"What have you done? I've heard so much ground."

It takes Tesfir to decide that's by Ars.

My curious eyes were depressing just because they were seriously hitting me.

Magic or not, what a return of words is snakefoot.

…………

I see the little girl in return, but I don't get out of my sight. It's a mound to say you'd rather lose if you stray.

Ars' choice is to strike out...

"... more than that"

It wasn't. Avoid first shelving without going up on the mound.

"Hey -!"

"More than that, Alice..."

The allowance ends with me wrapped around my shoulder and tied to a cum. It was about first aid, but the bleeding stopped.

Ars walked towards Alice briefly to thank her. That's right. Tesfir never pinched his mouth any more either.

Behind Alice lies a gudma with a meditating eye.

"Are you really glad"

I don't see any wounds on Gudma's body other than those he sustained in the fight against Ars. I mean, I guess Alice saw the end of the lunatic without putting her hands down.

There is no regret in Alice's face.

"At first it was my hand, and I thought," I found out it wasn't. "

Alice looked back and looked down gently at Gudma's remains.

"What I couldn't forgive was myself, myself powerless who couldn't do anything. That's not why I can forgive Gudma for what he's done, but I don't think it's gonna change anything if I give him a stop here."

Alice's words, spoken pale, were joyful as if there had been a new discovery.

"Right."

If that's what Alice decided for herself, then as an Ars, she just takes the answer.

Successful vengeance doesn't change anything. It can be achieved superficially by killing my parents' revenge, the anger that made me experiment, and Gudma. But Alice's wounds are never going to heal from that.

I'm not saying it doesn't make sense. It must be a healing path if it's not a conclusion driven by hatred but an answer derived by itself.

Later, time and company fill the void with no place to do it.

She met her best friend because of Gudma's research. That's a magic factor deficiency, unlike Ars' words, who said it wasn't all bad.

Meeting Tesfir is definitely difficult. Ars looked sideways at the red-haired girl saying it wasn't all really bad.

"All right, I'll leave you to the army. We're going home."

Turn your back and go home the way you came. No one gives a tired face. This would also have helped them grow again.

Als reassures me that this assignment was still better. Sometimes a massacre-like mission has to be done. I guess it's good because it's not exactly a crime scene they can show you.

Turn your back so Tesfir and Loki can cut ahead. Ars went on after that too...... Alice overflowed his back with bosom that worried me when I saw Gudma again.

"And don't kill Al. He looked like he was gonna want you."

Maybe that's the reason. It was Ars who presented the choice not to lay hands on it.

As Alice, I didn't expect a response. I meant to be on my own.

But...

"Did you look like that?

The unsolicited reply was released on foot. Words that have nowhere to include, that are not conscious of themselves.

………… I was. You look so sad. "

Gently approaching the neighbor, he put his hands behind his back, folded his hips and peered into Ars' face.

The face still makes a crying look.

"Who's got such a scrupulous face!

"Craftsmanship... I'm not being honest anymore"

Now I'm broken up with things like funny and funny and overflowing with crunch.

Ars narrowed his eyes in disgust at it. At the same time, he muttered in his heart, "Well."

Alice looks like she totally blew it off.

That was lightening Ars' footsteps. I don't have that consciousness in person.

Anyway, I don't remember looking like that intentionally. I thought Alice might be mistaken.

He's the one who doesn't imitate it wildly like he puts it in his mouth.

I'm glad that's it, enough to say. I even feel like I'm floating. If it turns out, it's all right. What a paranoia is a word to say if even the process isn't actually a big deal.

But all this time, if the result is this smile of Alice, it should be good, Ars laughed damned.

♢ ♢ ♢

When it comes to headquarters, it's simple. It can also be said to be unique to the visaist. Because it reminds me of the old generation.

Whatever it is, it is to the extent that a tent is provided between the trees.

I guess the surroundings were camouflaged by magic.

Visaist magic must go to the ground. It is even whispered that there is nothing out to his right in a large-scale operation because it can still cover the range of a few kilometres.

Achievements are innumerable and the most powerful of the nobles. A medal lined up neatly on the left chest tells the story.

It was probably around the time Ars stepped inside the curtained tent, crossing the day.

She took on the disapproval of me, attributing Tesfir and Alice first instead of deducting Loki, but that dissatisfied face made Ars cramp his cheek that he might need some kind of grump.

There was a visaist in the front, a ferrinella across the street from it.

Looks like we were discussing something.

That is also cut off by the visit of Ars.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in a while."

The visaist who sits down somewhat is named for his detective magic, but he can actually tell by his disappointing body that he is a martial arts man, a powerful man in his mid-fifties who still doesn't know he's going to fade.

When I was younger, I used to be scattered and boasted that I was active in the outside world as a double-digit magician.

The fact is, whoever finds out about this audacious man's active years will laugh with his nose if he hears about detective magic, etc.

Gray short hair mixed with gray hair has been around since then. I mean, the first time I was assigned to a Visaist's unit, I was nine. Roughly seven years later, it's still the same.

It's not like we haven't actually seen each other in years. It's true that we don't see each other very well, but when we're driven out on assassination missions, we hang out quite a bit indirectly, mostly because the Visayists' troops do intelligence work.

"Sir Visaist is no different."

It's not a social dictionary or anything, it's the real deal. Perhaps the damage has also been minimized this time.

The appearance is obvious, and the manifold should not have faded.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think I could get the numbers that far. This is our mistake."

"I don't know if I can help it, but I can't help it with the contraindications."

We can't even take care of that.

It is this man who does not leave the failure intact. I think I'll find a way to find out whether that's contraindicated or not.

"Besides, Beric, I didn't know you were in college."

Ars also had to have a bitter laugh about it.

He will be the only one who can summon Governor Bellick. Bellick and the visaist appear to be friends of the old knowledge, and Bellick is in his current position with promotion after hitting and changing with a rigid-armed visaist who is fierce in the outside world and accomplishing achievements in numerous commands.

Visaists leave the front line with old age, but apparently settled in where they are now as a result of still clinging to active duty. Sometimes he was a magician who was originally excellent at detecting, but he didn't like him just because he was a rigid character.

So maybe it was an accumulation of hearts to go to the front line if they were still in an absolute predicament.

"And you're in trouble, too."

"... a lot"

I guess I've already heard some history (whispers) from Felinella.

"If I'm failing... is that true?"

"No, my liver's cold."

"Ha-ha-ha... you've had a good experience"

I laugh happily with my mouth open with sarcastic words.

"And you looked different."

"Really?"

I haven't seen him in years, so I'm not sure. Naturally, Ars is unconscious.

"I stink of humans."

……

Is that a compliment? I don't blame you. Stuck in words was something I couldn't help but say.

"Looks like we're having fun. Above all. I was surprised when Beric told me you offered to retire."

"I was worried"

So the visaist goes down the cheek he was lifting and turns into the face of a military man.

"I'm not worried. You're from this side of the world."

…………

Ars immediately guessed what that meant. Severe painful air. It's not a solemnity, it's a pressure to be accomplished. It was a discerning word.

"You just need me. A rate progression alone would do a lot of damage in the Alpha today."

A beat of Ars' cold voice relaxed the strained air. In conversation with a visaist, it's a daily tea meal.

"As always, I say"

"It's each other."

The visaist, who showed his teeth and lifted his cheeks,

"I don't care about this one. If it turns out well, I'll tell Bellick."

"Thank you. But once the Governor is here, he needs to see you."

"What, did you do it again"

Ignore the unwarranted argument again.

"It's for personal use."

When I heard that, I stumbled on my cheek like I was bored. And until then, Ferrinella, who remained silent, pinched her mouth.

"To the point of command…"

I admire the fact that Ars distinguishes himself firmly from other humane ways of calling him. On the contrary, I guess I'm only uncomfortable because I don't resemble this in a visaist called Felinella, who calls this my father, even though I know it in my head.

"It was. Ars, your instructions to Felinera prevented Gudma's research from leaking to the outside world..."

It would mean I would have trouble handling it.

"The top management within is interested in this research."

"It's..."

It's a word to suggest involvement.

"No, the investigation is attached, it's white up there. So, what do you think of this research?"

Ars toured. It's a waste of material to cut and throw away everything that makes no sense. It should also help to study the roots of the optical system,

But...

"You should discard it. It's too sweet."

I didn't think the army, the backbone of the country, would get its hands on contraindications, but I was certain there was enough temptation to confuse them.

"Okay. Felinella."

It was a quick answer. Visaists also have a glance at Ars' research. When he gave the instructions so, Ferrinella left the tent showing off her poor gift.

Perhaps only the three of us on this occasion know that we have brought back the dossier.

As for Ars, I had the unexpected feeling that he was even letting that happen.

There will be no problem because the goal of achieving the mandate put out by Bellick also includes the write-off of research data. It doesn't make any difference which way is too strong poison because it feared it would leak to the outside world.

"By the way..."

A sudden cut out, I can tell from the face that it had nothing to do with the mission, which dropped Ferrinella's back off.

It was exactly the face of one parent.