Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

It wouldn't be strange to describe it as a castle.

It doesn't mean it's too huge, regardless of size. Still, 200 people will be able to accommodate them. They have 30 rooms.

Castle of White Asia, just like Babel.

In other words, the only analogy we can compare is for what we call a castle. The silhouette itself looks like a quadrangle cone.

The heads of seven countries meet in one room every year.

I only feel like wasting money, and hence taxes, if it was built just for that matter.

We arrived when it was time for the sun to start rising. I glance at the pseudo sun rising off the horizon with my hand that it was still an annoying story.

Sleep was soon taken in the room to which it was addressed. The meeting will take place around noon today, so we decided to put him to bed until then.

And when I woke up earlier, did I put it to sleep for about four hours?

Ars woke his eyes because of the rush inside the castle.

Wake up early for the scheduled time, but the Führer will gather an hour in advance as early as possible, so it's better than late.

Get up to speed and remove the black clothes from the closet. I can't ask for anything formal when I say a funeral soldier. It bears the name of a single but I guess it means accommodation for.

Sleeved through a white shirt and dressed in tailored clothing in top and bottom black.

(Sounds like a butler)

etc and empty one button on the shirt.

Ars had heard the steps from Lynne all the way in the carriage.

If there is no particular objection, each head of state will stamp and accept the holding of the Magic Goodwill Games of the Seven Nations.

I feel like I'm working very hard, but this is also important.

It is also a place where we recognise that humanity is facing one ordeal and joining hands because we have no opportunity to get together unless it is a place like this. Though he said it was dignified.

Basically, they seem to be exploring each other's bellies.

Last night, Lynne turned back to Alpha as soon as she delivered Als. You think I have to give you Cicernia next?

As soon as I leave the room, I have eyes for eyes with one of my servants.

"Good morning, Master Ars."

"Morning. I'd like to ask you one question. Can I get breakfast?

"Of course you are"

That leads the servant to the dining room. Now in the corner of the third floor, from where many rooms passed down to the first floor, there was a double-open door open on his right hand side.

A hundred people will let you in even if you stare.

I look at the young man sitting there eating.

He's the only one in the dining room.

Countless chairs line up neatly at the big desk, and Ars gets after the servant as he is spearheaded but will not get through his throat if he eats here.

And behind a man on a meal, a servant pulls a chair...

But Ars, who went to the side, noticed that the man's hindsight was grossly similar to that of an acquaintance.

"Jean."

When Ars throws it like that with certainty, he goes back to the original plate without the spoon-wrapped soup being carried to his mouth.

The man or young man looks back slowly. With a definite smile...

"That's unusual. I can't believe Ars is coming."

Shorter blonde hair ripples unconstructively. Young people with middle meat are in their mid twenties or something, Jean Rumbles by name. He ranked third as the magician of Luca, neighbor of Alpha.

With the exception of Letty, he's the only facial acquaintance in a single magician.

I have the impression of a good young man with a clear dawn. Ars and Jean are together only once on a joint mission with Lusarca.

I'm just saying it's not while we don't know each other better than because of that, but it's a good thing I told you that a guy named Jean is a person's favorite personality or just met once.

He is a young man whose innocence remains casual.

Regardless, Ars doesn't hate him. Someone with not much of a back surface...... though pale personality is just easy to hang out with.

I don't hate Letty Kultunka, a similar magician for the same reason. In her case, it's a little depressing because she gives a little bit.

"What happened to Mr. Letty?"

"Oh, that sounds like a mission"

When Ars tells his servant to sit over here, he smiles and pulls his chair. Then "the same thing" shows Jean's cooking.

"I see, but if you were Ars, you'd give me double digits."

"I'm glad to hear that, but I'm leaving this time too."

"Ha!?

What did Jean do to you? Turn to the face that

"Magic Games. I'm a student now."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Heh, he roars and leaks, "It would be against the rules".

"Well, if you don't have to leave, I'll never mind. Besides, Jean came out as a student, right?

"No, well... yes"

Guess it doesn't even make any noise.

But Ars asks as he remembers what the Governor was saying to the reaction.

"Is there someone that good?

"Well, if it's just rank, it's triple digits, but strength is a double-digit Hope."

"That's amazing."

"Don't you think?"

As for Ars, it's an exchange of rhetoric, but Jean can easily see through it. I mean, from first place, it's all going to sound ironic.

"Naturally, Luther Luca doesn't seem to help me."

"You're the same, Ars."

continues Jean laughing much more truly enjoyably with an unconnected face.

"But we'll get the winner this year. It's the tournament that can't be helped by one's hard work."

'Cause there's a reward on this one, too.

"Whoa! You've been bought."

As for Ars, the tournament is another bracket for work.

Jean joins hands in front of Ars' face just knowing the face of his assignment.

"Please be gentle with our magician"

That's right. Jean is probably also concerned about a few accidents at the tournament. Due to the practice format, there may be too many differences in strength or when subjected to powerful magic, the precious talent of magic is spoiled by the damage taken to the brain.

It wouldn't be hard to imagine if the # 1 magician were the opponent.

"I know. Who do you think I am?"

"I'm relieved to hear that. Yeah, I don't care if he's from another country."

Speak in such a way that people's bad laughter is not even taken as a rebellion against humanity. I can't tell if it's a joke or a serious one.

"Forget the joke"

Ars overflowed with a sigh of relief that was a joke.

"Have you heard about Balmes?"

As soon as possible, Jean asks in a low voice to concern herself with her eyes.

Even if it's not Ars, Balmes will know, a country located in the northeast, within seven countries.

But Jean's questioning was something the student Ars could not have known.

Shake your neck gently to the left and right and deny it.

Keep your face even closer.

"They forced a massive recapture operation. Naturally, ah... what did you get? That guy."

"Gilead?"

Speaking of that guy, are you talking about the single magician in Balmes?

Als just saw it in the dossier, too, but the single magician Balmes holds should have been a woman named Gilead in ninth place.

"No, Mr. Gilead seems to be about 20th now"

It's highly volatile that Jean doesn't remember the ninth place. What they're saying is that Balmes is screwing hard for a single holding frame.

That said, there is no smoke standing where there is no fire.

Every time a Balmes magician changes in, he takes the ninth place seat. So much so that it is said to be suspicious in merit.

"That's right! He's called Duncal."

"That's him?

"I heard you mobilized all your strength, headed by Duncal, who was ninth, and I'm telling you it's pretty clumsy,"

Ars shrugs his shoulders about what it is.

"That's a common story, isn't it? Didn't it come with strength when you were single?"

Jean also sounded agreeable to it and snorted gently.

"I guess. But double digits will do just fine."

There's no way you can screw a miscellaneous fish even if you screw it, but it's just a demonstration that everyone knows you're going to be greatly ashamed of.

"If you were here today, you could ask and see. You won't tell me."

"Right."

I guess this area is different from Ars and other magicians.

Ars honestly doesn't want to stick his neck in about other countries because it helps him no matter what happens to humanity, but he can't say that those who fight for humanity like Jean should just keep an eye on their own country.

If even one country is plucked by demons, they will target the tower of Babel. If that happens, humanity will be able to catch up even more.

But not necessarily a single rock on top either.

The idea is everywhere that, on the other hand, we cannot show other countries where we are vulnerable.

"By the way, Jean, the Magic Book type AWR seems to be popular in Luther Luca right now."

"Is that it..."

Jean pulls her cheeks like a little trouble.

Jean's AWR uses countless little balls called Rageball, so inevitably it will be another one - another single in Lusarca - who will be a woman named Hispida.

"Mr. Hispida is a golden deceased."

As a brand, the name of a single is impeccable. So much so that I honestly thought Ars wasn't good either.

But I also think it could lead to a decline in national power. Apparently, the Magic Book type AWR is not a user-friendly AWR, as Budona's grandfather said.

After breakfast, Ars and Jean left the dining room with such a public tale - what a famous thing about a topical magician, these two are even more amazing than that - and calmed their hips in a corner like a waiting room.

Listen so much that you forget the passage of time. It's not exactly what other countries found out, but knowing will also help them avoid the firepowder that comes down on them.

I fully understand the importance of information. If that's the word of a single magician, whether that's the scope of the chat, then you get more information - especially the back part - than the public can hear.

Well, it was really mostly a chat.

The two stopped talking because they saw servants rushing outside.

"It's about time"

Jean shifts her gaze behind Ars sitting across the street to a watch made of crystals.

"Isn't it a little early?

"No, you and our Führer are special"

Ars follows Jean, who stood up to gain momentum. He's more experienced here, so it seems better to keep him blind as a selfless person.

Front, in front of the big door, Ars and Jean looked ahead, relying on the wall.

There are two carriages there.

And the servants greet them neatly on both sides of the aisle.

At the same time the door was opened and there were two shadows descending from the ladder like Tallap.

One is someone Ars also knows. Is this the third time I've seen you? I just met him at the medal ceremony. When it comes to conversational conversations, it's about a brief greeting at the celebration afterwards. We explored each other's bellies to some extent.

After all, it is Ars's feeling that it is not the same as the dull Führer of history. At the same time I categorized it as a category I disliked.

Towards the left, it is Cicernia Il Aalzeit who walks gracefully while Lynne gives her an umbrella. Turning twenty, she is only two years old and the sun is shallow when she is Führer.

Clear skin with blue, pitch-black hair streaming down to your hips and bouncing sunlight. The ankle wrapped around the black dress and slightly peeked at it was emphasized to contrast with the dress.

Makes a slight impression. Feminine swelling is sufficiently appealing and proportional to everything.

It would be partly because of her immense support from the people and partly because of her transcendent beauty.

"Oh, I'm in the way. It's depressing. Would you stop waving that unproductive female smell next to me, Mr. Lithia?"

"You don't have to be so secluded, Mr. Cicernia. As a woman, I have minimal familiarity, and I don't know what it's like to envy the vanilla I can take in Luther Luca in that regard."

Indeed, the fragrance that reached far away was a good one that I had never smelled before.

"Well, oh, you can't do that in Alpha, can you? For a country that smells iron, like it's oiled, hey? Mr. Cicernia."

A woman walking on the right. Lithia Toof Inflatta, the same age as Cicernia.

The elegant golden hair is wrapped around her chest with a gentle curl and lands on her busty chest.

They wore dresses with a wide range of laces as opposed to tight dresses like Cicernia.

What we have in common would be hiding our faces on Faceveil. Regardless of the circumstances.

When Ars sees Lithia in the photograph, he gives a fantastic impression to the ethereal eyes, or even a neat face, combined with the hair color. He's the owner of a seductive beauty who can also be called a fairy in Luther Luca. That was the kind of princess who appeared in fairy tales.

"You can't be! Evidence of not being confident at all as a woman. You smell like a slutty, naughty little Lithia who's been having a tantrum all year."

…… Who's butt light!? Mr. Cicernia, don't be jealous because it's a poor body. "

Pickled up so much that I could see Cicernia's eyebrows over the veil.

Ars gazes at the two people who snuggle like that. I turned my gaze to Jean, but there was no such thing as a blonde youth there.

I mean, we're not close. Something like a dog monkey buddy? It means that the Governors are not only close to each other, but to the Führer as well.

When I look back, I see Jean walking over quietly - with a slight drop in her shoulder.

"Both of you are in the neighborhood... and you have eyes around you."

and show the servants laying low in their eyes.

I give them my share as a servant - I know it's heartfelt, but it's the most likely word to pay for this place.

"Long time no see. Dear Cicernia,"

"Yeah, Jean Rumbles"

"Jean, you don't have to bow your head to such a nasty woman."

"There was someone who wanted to introduce you to Master Lithia" so that Jean wouldn't see a bitter laugh across the street from Sisernia who was going to be drawn, turning his gaze towards Ars, who still leaned against the door.

But faster than that. Sisernia, refreshed and speeding up, approached with her dark hair.

"You're finally here, Ars."

"Hi, when's the first time, Master Cicernia?"

"I forgot. More than that, I was getting slapped in the pussy while you weren't here. First place never showed up, so you said you were making it up."

Huh. And the veil sighs.

"Wouldn't either be fine?

"You can't go. You can taste the alpha."

Would it be a tall category as a woman because Ars and Cicernia have little height difference when lined up in this way?

I felt my eyes behind the veil of Cicernia move slightly to look behind my back.

"Let's get in here, Ars."

"Hey! Please wait"

Lithia with Jean speaks up. Jean broke in between the thorny words and continued.

"Dear Cicernia, may I introduce him?

Smile to perfection.

"Jean Rumbles. I wonder if that requires my permission."

I feel like I'm looking down because I'm on a three-step staircase.

Wrong is not a friendly voice. I have been told by Jean that I still have to introduce her to Lithia on purpose rather than this.

"So..."

"Keep it short."

Jean who doesn't break his smile.

Ars moves in and out that this place should return the thanks for the earlier information.

I can't do the disrespect of just coming from the top of the stairs.

On the other hand, Ars felt the need to release the restraint. Against the head of his own country, not to Lithia.

I can't read the bottom for better or worse. What are you thinking? Even the current exchange would be a false face. There are verses in which Cicernia uses the faces she said so in calculations, even though they are not so close to each other truly.

Ars took the stairs down to the front of Lithia, kneeling one knee.

――――――

"I'll see you first. Dear Lithia Toof Inflatta, My name is Ars Regin"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Ars. I'm sorry to make you kneel in the highest position of magician. 'Cause nobody in this room can force a single person."

Lithia reaches out like she's in trouble.

Ars took it to accompany the offered hand.

And with a whisper that only sounds a little like a child's face behind the veil.

"I know you're offended, but would you excuse me for being rude earlier?"

Lithia soon found out that it was referring to Cicernia.

Then once Lithia turned to Cicernia on the stairs and said, "Of course. If it's Lord Ars's request, it's trivial." He's probably immersed in a sense of superiority under Faceveil.

The act of a single magician poking his knee at a head of another country who is also not his own.

This is also a supreme expression of respect. Not to mention the fact that it comes first, and not from being stunned if you know someone named Ars.

In fact, Ars poked his knee at Cicernia in two epic ceremonies, but nothing else. On the contrary, the third and subsequent Medal Ceremony is a recurring and disrespectful figure of absence.

"Als, that's enough, right? Let's go."

I can't peek at the look under the veil.

Ars goes on after Cicernia once he bows his head to Lithia.

Why did you hit such a small play? That would be for countermeasures.

Earlier conversation.

To keep Cicernia from including a person named Ars on her handheld card as a trump card.

Regardless, getting the head of the Lutheran Luca named Lithia to recognize him close to it might help somewhere.

Just around the thought.

"Lord Ars, please come out to Luther Luca within. There are many things that you won't find in Alpha, so you'll love them."

"Okay. Looking forward to that."

Ars wields his affection, wondering if he could have made a smile without discomfort.

Jean was silently solidified in these words and deeds.

Cicernia cannot perceive the look on her face veil.

But who would have noticed a tongue-beating noise somewhere?