Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Noir Varis Wood.

She aspires to a second magic school next year. If I could pass, I would be an Ars junior, but from the moment I saw it, I was struck by the odd feeling of having a junior in a magical learning building.

I was never born with this junior. There is no stereotype that something has to be done because there are juniors in the first place.

It hurts to see what I see so often in the army.

Mages say things in rank. It's also painful to see those immersed in it ignore rank and face seniors.

So I guess if Ars and Noir came in as freshmen, we should take a stand as the first. as someone who stepped foot in the college one foot at a time, not in rank.

If that's what you mean, seniors are the roles that go to the juniors to tell them what they saw first. There are many in the military who have upward and downward relationships with it and should be rugged, but do not try to play a role simply by spreading prestige.

That's why I can also say that people didn't lean around Ars.

Regardless, with the hope that it won't be such a hassle, Ars finishes his guide inside our school building all the way.

The next step was to head to the research building, but I decided to head straight to the auditorium because time was earlier than planned.

This is not a particularly helpful place to show you, but when you count backwards from time, this is the only place you have to be adjacent.

The dining room is open as usual. The time was also a little crowded at lunch.

I'll show you the dining room and go further upstairs.

The building itself is intended for the auditorium. Essentials for classes can also be arranged here, but on the upper floor it is also used as a meeting and chat room, and it is also a student's internship space.

But right now, so to speak.

"You've got quite a crowd here."

"Sounds like it, but what the hell is here?

Obviously there are many older fathers and brothers.

It frees up all the studios and creates one large room like a training ground.

"Now the chairman of the board is giving a briefing to the college."

That's what Ars said. Look at time.

(This one looks tough too)

"Is this roughly the third time?"

"You've got quite a few people in there."

"I guess so, I've had a lot of changes this year, so I'm also explaining that. What are we gonna do, listen and go? I think it's important if you're going to take the test."

For a little while Noir thought with a ceramic face.

"No, I won't be here today because my senior is guiding me. I'll come back tomorrow to take it."

"Right."

If that's what he says, he can't even make trouble paying as an Ars. What a bad idea to hear as closing one end.

After the auditorium in anticipation of time.

I was uncomfortable with the noir because there was an act. That was right into the research building.

This is also where groups of mainly faculty-led former students present their research results. It is therefore one of the few areas of scholarship.

The place woke up on the third floor with a lot of faculty in charge of sophomores. People visiting the sights still seem to have a lot of researcher skin.

There were clearly suspicious people in that. A small burglar that lets you peek through the sleeves as loose as a white coat.

The results of such research are not infrequently the target of espionage in other countries. That's why the college forbids the taking of photographic equipment in the research building.

I was aware that just as Ars was also not in a position to remain silent with such a doodle in front of his eyes. Whether I'm currently taking time as a guide or not, I have a solid armband on my arm.

"Huh, bad noir. Just give me a minute."

Moving to the side of the man in an instant is to contain the scene.

The shooting equipment is firmly held in the hands of a man who can twist his arms up and lift them high.

"I'm sorry, could you accompany me?

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The man's cry had a degree of effect that caught the attention of his surroundings, but when he sees what he has in his hand, he turns into a cold contempt gaze.

No one will not be able to detect a man's sins without saying it. That would be a big deal to say about corporate espionage. of the college, because it is also a project in which students are involved.

I can't say it's not at all, but I couldn't deny the out-of-target feeling.

Ars turns his arm behind his back and plunders the evidence from his hands.

There should be a few guards in the research building too, but I guess that means they poked him in the blind spot.

I'll call for rescue at the concentrator right away.

"What did I do?"

"You're in a bad mood."

It was the noir that was stationary about the whole end, not Ars, who spoke so loudly.

Her cheeks, sluttily fingered on her mouth and exhilarated, were blushing red.

Keep walking along with the tricks with a cold smile.

"Time is a finite and worthwhile supreme."

When I come to the front of a man, I distort my expression so that I can peek into his face.

"Hey - don't you think?

――――

The man cramped his face and stiffened his body.

"I'm sorry, Noir. This is my job."

Ars to block by inserting arms.

It didn't mean I felt dangerous, but it was an intuitive decision that it was better not to let them get too close.

Few temporal L.A. 's just a simple task to hand over to the security that's coming this way either way.

Just hand it over as expected and get it all right.

And by the time the guidance was resumed, Noir's mood was back as if it were a lie. Still doesn't seem to have forgotten what happened earlier.

As you put it, it's about Ars' arm.

"Do seniors remember physical surgery, too?

The noir emits with its gaze set in the hollow like a wax.

Ars' answer was mediocre and unattainable.

"Well, for the crowd. Mine's a good place too, so it won't help."

"Ma'am! Be modest. I don't think that much technology is available to students around here."

Sharp, I guess because she's on a level enough to say she's also doing her physical surgery.

"And I know how to destroy the human body."

Bosoli and muttered words coincided unluckily with Ars' dialogue.

"It's a world where magicians can't survive by magic alone. You don't lose money working out."

He gave Ars the discomfort that his mouth was uttering words alone, but he became so complacent that he didn't care.

It was unnatural to have so many mouths in the first person because of Ars' personality.

It's a pain in the ass, and a virtual statue sticks to me that I'm deliberately guiding you through. The absolution mark that he did not escape in the flow of the spot was blocking Ars' thought.

Why are you so far away? The only thing I notice about that is the presence of a third party.

So what we talked about while walking rather than explaining the research building became Ars' own people. What thoughts do you have?

It was exposing the structure of those thought circuits.

Smells as sweet as it was hung.

I noticed that Ars was just about to break up with Noir in front of the main gate.

"Thank you for your time today"

"You don't have to worry. I had fun there, too."

The number of visitors from the main entrance is still high.

Noir bows in a sober motion to defy the waves. She stopped a few times and looked back, but gradually she disappeared into the trash so that she could solve it.

Ars drops him off to the end and rubs his nose like a retrospective.

"You're an unusual guy."

I laughed bitterly at the fact that there was no decent guy to think of Ars' knowing aristocracy even when I said and saw that feeling.

(Is that what it is?)

Walk out in front of this school building again.

I glance at the store and push my hand against my ear. You should let me know.

I raised my gaze to check the time. View the large clock provided in this school building.

(Was this the time)

"That's crazy," Ars roars.

It's never happened before that I'm over ten minutes feeling it.

An apology would come first.

(and you could let me know about one)

and wait for a response.

"Are you Senior Illumina, sorry"

"Finally connected. Ars, you mustn't remove the sensor. Be careful later. '

"Uh, yes."

This response is incomprehensible from Ars.

I don't remember removing the sensor from my ear. I didn't have the process to contact you now, so I would have worn it from the beginning.

Ars raises questions...... just before.

"Ars."

Whatever I thought was on the inside.

Not against the person, but against the first-degree hazard designation that swings up and down the woman running.

"Feri, seniors?

I said it again because I'm still in communication.

In Ars' eyes, Felinella, who came out of this school building, ran with a full grin, not caring for the eyes.

Keep in mind, however, the frank feeling that a woman's breasts are so shaky.

When I saw it, all the men around me were giving a hot glance at one point.

Felinella wearing a college uniform is no different than usual.

But it feels odd to run from a THE lady who is worried about acting like an aristocrat. I can even say it's the first time I've seen it.

I'm sure he's shaking a fragrance so bright that he puts a man in one blow from his lustrous dark hair.

Even time seems to have stopped moving around her.

And running for a short time, Felinella softened herself before she uttered a word that she would come to Ars.

I'm not sure because it takes a good look there.

"Mr. Ars, do you have a moment?"

"Uh, no, I was just getting back to work on security."

――

Obviously the depressing Felinella pretends not to be desperately discouraged while getting her hair done with her hands.

"I've got time for this..."

Listening words.

Ars had trouble reacting.

You guessed such a heart. A huge sigh leaked at the end of the sensor.

"Mr. Ars, you can take Feri's place."

"Yes, fine."

That's how Ars removes the sensor he's wearing in his ear and passes it to Felinera.

At that time, I guess it was my fault that my face became a little red.

"What illumina?

"Ars, you were about to get back to work."

"Don't say that, hey. Just a little, no?

'Do you always think that's how you get by?

"What has coordinated the steering committee members to come through. Maybe later, depending on Illumina's arm."

Ars frowned at the sarcastic words, but silently sidelined.

"Excellent for nothing......"

"What, what?

'Fine. I'll make some adjustments, but the wrinkles are coming, so understand the area. "

"Yes, sir."

'Huh - Ars, because you certainly didn't take a lunch break yet, so it's only half an hour. Really! Let's eat properly.'

Ferrinella joyfully returns to the throwing words.

"I don't hate giving you that kind of rational reason."

The response to the ferrinella to be returned huffy ended with a blockage of communication called puzzle.

Looks like something's settled where Ars doesn't intervene.

What if I saw the look on Ferrinella's face returning the sensor and I could guess a lot......

"Mr. Ars, you haven't had lunch yet."

"Oh, yeah, you didn't have time for that."

It's not that I'm hungry, but I can't put it in my mouth with this stream like I'm not hungry.