Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

From an early age, the girl thought this.

He said that one day the protagonist would come out of his gaga and fairy tales and take himself away as his daughter-in-law.

Go along the path you believe in with unwavering conviction without being influenced by anyone. Pierce by being foolish. I save a lot of lives as a result, not to help someone.

The ideal of a girl who is likely to come out of such a dream. Dream stories.

But the girl knows that that is in a way heavily influenced by her father. Naturally if the stories that you always make me read and listen to when I go to bed are such pastel-colored light stories.

That's why the girl voluntarily wanted to brush herself up as a woman. You'll show up one day. Dream of someone like a prince.

I was sure a perfect superman like my father would show up somewhere.

The girl's name is Felinera Socurento.

He is the son of the Socurento family, who can make a name for himself besides his prestigious prestige as a nobleman.

Because of his father's personality, he was never told anything about his behavior as a nobleman or his preferences as a woman, but Felinella wore it all the way without being good.

It must have been a pale hope. But there was no more energy as a driving force to thrust her back then.

If you are to welcome a princess who wears all her ideals, you must be a woman worthy of it yourself. That's what the young girl believed.

She also has her personality, and she behaves steadily and shamelessly when she goes outside. Music and painting, of course.

But Ferrinella was interested in magic because of the influence of her father's profession. Above all, she has always thought. How appealing would a woman just be to be protected?

I wonder if I can find myself among the many women.

By the time he believed and pushed forward, Ferrinella was eleven years old and was beginning to distinguish herself from reality even as she had dreams.

What we have done so far has not been in vain, but after all none of the noble sons we meet in the social world and elsewhere is far from Felinera's ideal.

The thought that grew up rubbing in was biased, and was full of similarities. You can never be the protagonist of a story. That's just people.

A puppet who faithfully abides by the wishes of his parents. All the things you speak are decorated words just on the surface.

Gradually recruiting disappointment makes Felinera understand reality even if she doesn't like it. The story is beautiful because it's a fantasy.

Reality is more vivid and disastrous.

She came to think that it would be a disappointment because she lived in the aristocratic world.

That is why the content of the topic put forward by the visaist on the fence revived Ferrinella's nearly given up childhood dreams.

The fact that one boy younger than himself is enlisted in my father's unit. Would I have mentioned my name as Ars?

Ferrinella leaped her chest to the story her father would bring home every night. Not every day. I asked the same story over and over again if there was no new topic.

It left the vibrancy of reality in color, but it also made me feel the absolute power that was likely to come out of the story. I'm sure the footprints by the visaist were done.

Still, Felinera wanted to know more about a person named Ars. What do you like and what do you dislike? What do you hate and what do you rejoice in?

More and more figures shaped within themselves remind Ferrinella of a toki like a girl.

How many times have I heard the word that I was helped even when I was a father, such a very different age than myself still gives only positive elements to her.

As a result, Ferrinella did not ask the visaist for anything more than to ask the story. Because I still had my doubts there as to whether I was just worthy of him.

I've polished women before, but not yet.

I won't even be dealt with to this extent. That's what I thought. Felinera polished her magic and enrolled the second magic school as chief.

I told the visaist in full.

"Father, use me... in your father's army. I'll do anything for chores, so I can get a little closer to him..."

I got the visaist alone in trouble with this application, but at the end of the day, I lost my roots.

A mere force would have had no problems, but at the time, the tasks undertaken by the visionaries were mainly inside opposite the outside world.

There were many cases of the kind that were very unlikely in a younger spirit than dangerous.

but Ferrinella worked so hard with all her heart for when she met Ars that she wouldn't even have such a concern.

Whatever the case, Felinera wanted to help him in the shadows. Although Ars has left the Visaist's unit, the Visaist intelligence will always gather information for his mission.

Felinella was able to keep trying because she felt like she was standing next to her.

It must have been since then. The dreaming girl was attracted to an individual named Ars.

He was never the person to embody Ferrinella's ideals, but the more he knew, the less interested a person named Ars would be. Makes me want to know more.

Probably didn't think that much just because my father was listening to me. I'm sure he still blindly believed the prince of the story like an idiot.

The visaist was bound to weave the extra into the story. I guess it's unconscious. It's nothing more than a personal look at a human being named Ars that the visaist felt.

That's how Ars in Ferrinella got the blood. I'm never the perfect person to imagine Ars. No, more importantly, a terribly brittle person. He was such an incomplete magician with the pain of shredding himself, loneliness.

So much so that I even feel like I've heard a cry in my heart.

Since when, when Ferrinella was able to understand how the world works and perceive irrational environments, it has not been once or twice that a visaist wept over a heavily opened story.

A magician fighting loneliness reminds me of the bad-end of a few stories. That's why Felinera sincerely wanted to lean on herself.

I was also aware that it was a stupid story to fall in love with someone I hadn't even met yet, but I'm not lying or false about how I felt then.

As much as I thought the romance was real for not judging it by looking at it.

I had a chance to see Ars' image once during the mission, but Felinera's feelings were still real. I even do it for my country sadly.

I'm sure I don't know one thing about happiness or happiness in this world. I thought that was the look on your face.

While I want him out of the chain, I'll do my job and figure it out. To the preciousness of a magician who has extremed the endless possibilities of magic.

The world is so dirty. I've gotten over it by telling them that the hard work is harder for Ars as well.

That's when Ars' name stopped coming up on the assignment.

She said she didn't know what was going on when she asked her father.

I guess I'll see him one day, but I couldn't afford to wait for it or anything. I didn't think he had either. Maybe I still don't deserve him. Still, I was not allowed to wait any longer.

Ferrinella, who also accomplished the tridigit feat within the College, was called to the Office of the President during the milestone season of the year.

Freshmen are coming next year.

As a student representative, he asked me to help him say welcome words. Regardless of the honor, I agreed with the mundane reply.

That's when I happen to see the freshman profiles piled up in the president's office. Must have been a coincidence.

I found Ars Regin's name in a bunch of them. The dokun loud bouncing heart made Felinella feel destined.

Then I rewrote dozens of greeting words that I could remember in one go and practiced. Shame is not tolerated. I did everything I could to make him remember a little.

Ferrinella spent more time than exam studies just for a few minutes of speech at this time, accumulating more reflection than the entrance exam.

But......

Lights on the stage, his mouth close to the microphone and as soon as the speech began, Felinella put all the freshmen in sight and searched for him visibly.

I looked for... a voice that was slowly floating restores calm and darkens my dismay.

He wasn't there. I figured that out. Not only did I not find him looking, but I intuited that Potsung and the vacant seats were his place.

Ferrinella's mouth couldn't spin her voice when she understood. But that's also for a few moments. She gave herself a solid role.

I have as much time as I want to. Did his presence here mean he retired from the army?

No, I don't hear a word from my father about that.

I do recall the words of my father that I had previously divulged. The Governor of Ars has the right to order. My father was a rare culprit at that time. Back home late at night, the intoxicated visaist spoke as soberly as he did about himself.

"Ars has finally become a single magician," he said.

Then it is also conceivable enough that my father does not know that Ars is in the College. Maybe I'll have to keep it in my ear any day, but a little more... that's until I first meet you...

And with the young thoughts intact, the girl greeted the time when she waited in front of the girls' dorm.