Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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After noon, Tesfir and Alice will afford a streak after a series of fights without ordeal.

The visitors also include students from other schools and military officials. The most popular opponents are the magicians below New America who wish to enroll in the Second Magic Academy next fiscal year.

Naturally the two come to the game to coach.

Sometimes pinching your mouth... is associated with someone for Tesfir and Alice. That's why I caught a glimpse of my hardship as a mentor and so on.

At the same time, it's something I can't even say thank you for - somehow.

I didn't mean hands-on, but I wouldn't have dreamed it would be so hard to fit them. mental wear than physical fatigue.

So much so that I thought Tesphere and others would be scuffed if they could see one big shot.

Though alternating, the receptionist can nominate them, so the popular - especially the contestants in the Magic Goodwill Games of the Seven Kingdoms - and so on - also have a short break.

Still, the two of them will unravel it worthwhile, probably because the opponent remembers themselves too initially and until a few months ago.

Even now, Tesfir delivers the knife type AWR to the sheath. Across the street there was a boy who repeatedly breathed rough.

He's going to take his entrance exam next year. I guess that's where I've come to look for guidance for that. What's more, he's been nominating Tesfir.

I can't say I'm familiar with AWR.

Clothing like athletic clothing supports the impression that he is a boy. That seemed like a kind kid who couldn't even kill a bug, was the first impression I had of Tesfir seeing him.

He named himself loudly and bowed his head to the limit before starting the mock match.

Maine Maurent, that's right. I set up a sword-shaped AWR for the name loan.

A woman's name but a loving crisp eye, comprehensive and neutral to say. He also strokes his shoulder low and looks like a weak boy. I admire motherhood like I want to protect you somewhere.

Various objects were visible in the opposing Tesfir. This is also the ex-cultured mind eye of Ars' guidance.

The main thing was desperate.

It was even full force.

It is the eyes of those who will be magicians. As a result, immaturity stands out.

The sword wields clutter and is so ill-bodied that you can tell you haven't been trained before. Feelings of footing and distance from the opponent - the stuffing in between was amateur.

This has no choice. Unless you're noble, everyone starts at the same place after school.

But there were points of interest to Tesfir as well for all this.

It's a magic flux.

Whether it was his late personality or the magic he conveyed loosely was such that he was likely to even hear spirals like a river. It would be just impossible until the amount of magic released, the persistence associated with it, and the efficient flow that saved it from wastage. Even the Tesphere is still there.

But even if I subtracted it, I fell in love with it. Translucent magic like Ocean Blue, I guess he's not the right magician to go out into the outside world, given that his personal information is enclosed in magic.

But there's no way I can pinch my mouth to such personal circumstances.

That's why Tesphere got a little harsh. Though I'm sure this is also an Ars takeover and sale.

The result ended in the form of unexpected guts.

He keeps releasing all that magic, and Tesfir looks somewhere loving looking at himself to the boy who comes towards him with his energy alone.

I'm sure I don't know anything. I guess that's something I can't help thinking about.

Because it felt like the main thing was ready to be immortal. "Good luck," Tesfir said floating.

He stood up vigorously with a full-blown creative look and even lowered his head to the limit and said, "Thank you!! scream."

Scratched is unlikely to be inside this training ground, but it also seemed mindless and dirty. I can't even see him as an arm white boy.

So Tesfir laughed with his fist clenched lightly against his mouth by such a boy.

"Um, shouldn't you have something"

He peeks into the upper hand with a slightly stronger look. Because of his neutral face, he would be mistaken for the usual wording.

Tesphere was aristocratic - no, in this case I responded as an older woman.

"No, good luck"

That's right. Reach out.

When the main stared at his hand, he turned his face bright red as he panicked and pressed the gossip and his right hand against his clothes to wipe the dirty ones.

"Thank you. Next year, I will definitely be a junior Tesfir seniors!!

I assure you, Tesfir smiled back at him.

I don't have much advice I can give him.

I guess it's the path I've decided for myself. Look at the look on his face. Tesfir swallows words. Because I joined the college a few months ago, no matter who told me.

Alice is there, indicating her rank as a nobleman.

So I really don't say anything extra, not wild.

I look into his sparkling eyes at himself and let go of my hand.

But unexpectedly, the thin main hand didn't let go with Tesfir's hand grabbed. A staring eye - a vision of vision - appears on his cheek as a glimpse.

"Um..."

When Tesfir looks sorry and puts his gaze at hand, the main one also says, "Eh!" I turned my voice upside down and dropped my gaze.

"* + % & # + * >... Oh, sorry!!

"I don't mind..."

Haha Tesfir gets an empty laugh.

And turn your back to escape shame, to the main exit.

I'll see you next year.

To Tesfir, who told him so, he said with a seemingly overwhelming look, "Yes! I'll definitely take it and show it to you," he says, leaving to expose his motivation.

He was an adorable kid, but somewhere dangerous. Tesfir was feeling something like Ars seeing himself like that at this time.

(I guess she's a good girl)

That's what I say. I look down at my hands. Tesfir is reading the color of his eyes against himself.

"He's cute."

Oh, too pure. I'm worried somewhere it's too white.

Will Alice see things differently than Tesfir because she has no eyes for cute things without sight?

I can't say that knowing nothing is a good thing.

I'm sure it's the white that stays the same when you find out that's what's beautiful about it.

Tesfir left looking forward to next year.

I guess my feelings were playing. Welcomed Alice comes with such a bad grin as to include.

"Did you care?

"Well, who... is still a child, my child?"

"Oh, yeah, I thought you were gonna be the one coming in next year."

"... no, they're coming to take it next year..."

A prank peeps from Alice, who brightens her expression like a pussy.

"Heh. I hid it."

"Ba!! No, I didn't do that at all."

"So what's the type?

That's just the two of us. I've been talking about floating or sex. But the ideal male portrait that Tesfir painted was always rank and strength, and Alice didn't know exactly what it was.

Tesfir told me the answer I always had for such an ill-intentioned question of my best friend.

"Well, it's a good decision to be strong and high ranked and dependable."

"Can't that be Al?

――

Kah, my thoughts stop and my face gets hot.

The scene floated in the blink of an eye - the two of us go on an outside mission, and if we go home, we return to our everyday homes like we're tired. It was a slightly less familiar sight for Ars, but I guess it should be glorified with ideals such as women's burning.

He was thanking Tesfir for his worthy and unpleasant hand cooking on the evidence, with a grin that Ars had never even seen. Maybe he admired that kind of general family somewhere.

Tesfir shook her head as she hung cold water on the circuit near the short.

Funny, I hated it so much before and should have just stated the same answer now but what the hell was the sight now.

(This is about admiration and stuff like that. It can't be fun to be with such a small, difficult face. Yeah, that's right. I do respect the ranking of first place as a magician, and I admit it has just the overwhelming power to match it. And you're not smart, you're not looking bad, are you? So you have something called yourself...)

Anxiety pushes me to match the conditions I have offered as I go about that in my brain in a hard way.

But......

(But... well, yes, your mother won't admit it. A man like that who can't know anybody anywhere, well, he's been trained, and so is the Governor... that he dropped off his engagement...)

That's right. I owe everything to Ars to drop off the engagement, and I also know that Froze cares about him. If you weren't interested, the engagement would have progressed regardless of Tesfir's will.

Tesfir desperately searched for material to deny, but it was all from the emotions she had before. I don't think I can help thinking of a different ingredient now, but if I don't, I can't help but calm my mind.

Als to my fiancée... nothing prevents it. Of course, it's hard to imagine that that man would be obsessed with something so annoying without it.

So Tesfir stopped thinking with a sigh. All she wants is to be in love with the person she wants. Of course, as I said to Alice, the terms and conditions are second only to convenience.

But when I was born, I've never felt like a maiden in love.

So the way to go was... if you like it or not, you like it, it was the result to the extent that I think it is.

Alice smiled somewhere horribly at her best friend, who seemed to see everything through.

"That sounds like a lot of competitors," he slapped lightly.

Needless to say, I rebelled violently against that.

"So no, Alice is probably persistent too!!

"Well, there's one guy who fits what Fia says."

"Oh, my God."

Alice turns her back and joyfully escapes to her best friend who reveals her fullness and anger.

That was the time.

Derka Bace calling me out like she was looking for you two. What stopped me from doing?

He has been chosen as the compiler of public mock matches in the training field. Without wearing the position of nobility, he had a good reputation for taking care of himself.

I also used to check out Tesfir as one of my admiring seniors at the time of school.

Tesfir and Alice tighten up that the next game has been put together.

Never before, however, has Derka Bace come to the immediate notice. Because he has to have his eyes on the plate in case of deficiencies or unforeseen circumstances on the whole progression and on the side receiving the game.

A combination table completed at the reception will be entered into the equipment and the waiting time and so on will be displayed in the training field. This is expected and is added and subtracted depending on the actual game situation.

At the reception, we try not to organize until three games away.

Consideration was also given to the burden of athletes, but it was a difficult situation to say that they were actually able to turn it around well.

So the two of them don't even show fatigue if they aren't surprised the game is going to be put together soon.

The other players are waiting for their magic to heal sooner rather than later, but the two were able to move without any problems even though they were playing doubling the number of games.

It's a species trained by Ars.

Ning Lo, training in action with him is more tiring. I feel more mental fatigue in this one, but I can still afford it physically and magically.

This is also due to Ars and is the result of his own efforts to believe.

It is also the first moment they experience a difference with other students. I've worked really hard, I've responded to it, I'm a little proud of myself for being able to respond.

It emitted ahead of Delka Bace, who Tesfir would probably drop by.

"Seniors, what's the next game field?

"No, that's the thing..."