Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The audience nails their gaze as if they have even forgotten to blink at a game played in the realm of less than the forerunners. My throat was turning into a storm of clutter and cheer with all the crushing - I should have.

But now it's quiet as if I can't hear a single thing. Even the breathing noise had disappeared unconsciously.

There was an infinite possibility here of something called magic.

The pompous and empty holes look down from the third floor and you can't see the bottom.

What they hold in this game is hope and treason wolf smoke. Though a century has passed since mankind began to place its annihilation in the corner of its head at all times, wounds are now expanding in a progressive fashion.

It is still new to my memory that I annexed it to seven countries so that it could be pushed into a bird cage.

I intuited that they - I've never seen demons like that - would fulfill the aspirations of mankind. Whatever demon it was, it was a battle that convinced mankind would never perish.

The excitement that gradually fills my chest as it clears the snowflake that builds up in my stockpile shivers my lips into small pieces.

No one thinks about student matches, etc. Alpha is the supreme power that mankind is proud of.

I can't find words for what I praised in the audience. That's why silence was being created.

I'm sure everyone is waiting - for a signal that the game is over.

Iris covered his demonic eye with one hand once now. Not for attack, of course.

Immediately open eyes are back to amber eyes, not ethereal.

Ars was not particularly comfortable camouflaging with the membrane of water.

Iliis made a big jump from the scaffolding he was left with to try to land pitifully on the other side of the leap.

"Do you want to go after him? Ars (...)"

Ars rubbed his shoulder against that teasing tone by turning one arm to the opposite shoulder to complain of tiredness.

"No, I still have a job at the school festival."

"-!! Kukukukuku, I see...... then am I also responsible as a loser"

I'm sure he still wants to stay in shape as a school festival for him. There was no discomfort in thinking that Ilyis had been hit, and Ning Luo's ridiculousness came in.

(I hope that sweetness isn't behind it. No, in the calculation of how I might move, I guess?

The surprised gaze quickly kicks with his nose.

The loser is polite to follow the winner.

Iliyce picks the tip of the hood with her fingers and wears it deeply.

Lift one hand gently.

"Defeat (Lizain)," he said in a clear voice.

Waiting for the moment, the audience stands up faster than the screen telling the outcome of the victory or loss.

"" "" Wow Wow "" "

Claps and cheers that just don't crack enough for the buzzer to get warm. I shouted with praise that I would spare even if I had no words. I kept screaming even as my throat dried up.

Iris opens his eyes wide to a storm of cheer that also roars through the protective wall.

I look up as I circle my face.

(Oh, what a long time...)

There's nothing more I can do as a magician. Immerse yourself in the sensation of evoking a past that was proud to have forged magical arms for humanity.

Things I didn't think would come true anymore, because I wanted to be recognized by everyone for their perseverance in first place.

Lift your chin and cover your eyes with the edge of the hood.

The mouth was pulled into one letter.

It was after a beat. Iris did see Ars move on the other side of the hole.

As for Ars, I don't have an in-laws to do it this far, but it's just a small thing now. This degree is only trivial compared to her distress.

Correcting his posture, Ars appeared aristocratic, with one hand on his chest in a gentleman's gentle motion and gracefully folded his hips.

And the cheer responds with even greater intensity.

And his arms held him with his hips folded, and now he turned to Ilyis.

"What!!

I didn't think it was for me. Ilyis wolves for a moment. But without leaving her like that, the rage shook up.

The high volume of the tympanic membrane just cracked also arrives comfortably at this time.

Slowly lifted arms peered a little embarrassed. A kicking sharp gaze shoots through Ars but ends up emptying because he's breaking his hips.

Lift your cheeks as you look at your tiny back exiting amid a long storm of praise, bewildering yourself.

The girl stopped her leg in front of the exit door and looked back.

"Yes, now don't make a mistake. I now call myself Ilyis. And thank you. I'm going to target you soon."

…………

Ars, sharply looking back, overflows his sigh and pays with a sissy hand.

Exactly. There's no way he doesn't follow suit either. Even if I leave it to others, I suspect that I know who she is and that I dropped the trail.

It wouldn't even be easy to keep track of Iris today unless he was a fairly high-ranking magician.

Ars shook his face at Chairman Sisty, who looked up and inquired with a troubled face.

- I don't need a tail, he said.

Correctly, the college put in a desire not to do anything.

As soon as the protective wall disappears, Ars creates a tannic surface. The depressing cheer was still so fervent.

(Huh - now it's like Tesfir said)

Though inevitable, school life, which was somewhat easy to live, although not peaceful, has now undoubtedly collapsed.

Looks like the students at the college are blocking the corridor while they screw up if they turn their gaze to the main entrance.

Of course there are few faces I've seen.

Completely blocked the entrance and exit, Ars looked up again to seek rescue.

He was obviously a sighing president of the board, but when he floats his body, he descends straight beside Ars.

Seeing that look and sticking my mouth on it was something I couldn't help but say. But it's true that it's extra.

"Is anything too anachronistic?

"You're going to be rude. I'm still active, but I always dressed like this when I was active."

That's why I said anachronism.

Sisty is exactly what an alias deserves. In other words, a cane-shaped AWR that gives an overwhelmingly high performance glimpse into a black robe like the one called the witch, a wooden skin reminiscent material, but in addition to the emerald green colour flavor, was embedded with stones like never seen on its top.

To this extent, Ars would not have said anything either.

I still care if AWR moves my forefinger. Extremely is a spitting pointy hat. I could understand the fighting attitude, but I can't deny the feeling of being out of place.

It may have been a familiar outfit to look at a deliberate audience.

It doesn't matter if he became this outfit after he became known as a witch, or if he was called a witch because he was dressed like this, but Ars was curious. I watched it with the chilling eyes of something I wouldn't put out in my mouth.

"Come on, let me know what you mean. Carefully in the office of the president."

…………

Sisty, with a full smile, says in a voice that does not accept objections as he complains that he struggled like a wazzard. In terms of not saying whether or not, deliberately made expressions and wrinkles tell the story.

I meant to cloud my tea, but it still doesn't seem to be something I can avoid.

'This concludes the special mock match. Please note that the schedule of mock matches after this will be as usual, so please continue to enjoy'

The place slowly takes plenty of time to calm down to the discouraged follow-up of Felinella. No, it won't be possible to calm down anymore.

Various speculations fly.

So calming means the excitement cools down. In that case, the thoughts that have calmed down go in a direction that is not good for Ars.

I'm a non-magician until I give my thoughts and opinions on the game. Can it be the distinction of magician students to make a step-by-step reflection from it?

Now I make uncertain assumptions by sharing each thought with others. In the evidence, the students spoke eloquently of their thoughts regardless of the grade.

And as confused as it is, just block the passage. Nothing to do, just get together.

The hedge cracks ahead of the board president.

The bizarre gaze was different than before and contained only a few glances of vision.

"Mr. Ars!

It was Ferrinella who was following me live.

Ars will be bluffing his ears. Watch out for the students. Do her an extra favor behind them.

"Good job, or one more bad thing, can you get Loki for me?

"Uh, yes!... Which way is Mr. Loki?"

"It was for personal use, so I'm going to ask you to participate in a mock match."

It was too much of a chatty conversation. That's how many games we played. If you call it Felinella or so, you can see that it's the Battle of the Game that risked your life.

I would have heard it beforehand, but Ars said it was only part of the school festival.

It eats the surface, even though I knew it for this.

"Wow, I get it...... ahhh!

"Hmm?"

Felinera clogged the words. It's not what we talk about here if we think about the place. But she knew for herself it wasn't the cause.

I shouldn't have kept it in my chest, but in the end it never came out as a word.

There was only one Ferrinella in the live seat.

This is not usually used in training areas. Of course she had to put in a follow up to the audience. So this is force majeure.

Ferrinella didn't realize that the sensory hearing machine was switched on. There was nothing wrong with the device picking up the words inside the protective wall if it was cut right off when I realized it.

But Ferrinella couldn't switch it off, thinking it was bad. And I can tell you that I didn't have to regret it.

I didn't understand all the conversations between the two of them, but I get a little anxiety even if it's okay to hear that there's imminent danger to Ars.

Ferrinella sighed loudly as she lost sight of her two backs.

(We need to do something...)

Driven by a sense of impatience, too. I have to go get Loki first. Would it be quicker to call it even on the on-campus broadcast? Return to the one-end training ground thinking about it.

This was simply to say that it would be quicker to get out of the other side, but to eat an unexpected stoop.

"Socurent......"

With a sharp eye on her, Felinella tilted her little neck. It's called by the family name. It's more than the age. Nobility is a pain in the ass. Women can still get along well with each other, but if they are also heterosexual, their physique as nobles will still stand first.

Derka Bais realized that her emotions were not well controlled by what was a strong narrative besides her thoughts. That would be the same, after watching those games.

"What is it, senior?

"... you knew from the beginning"

"What is it about?

Derka Bace flaunts her shoulder when she looks at Felinera with an unusual smile on her face.

I guess she doesn't mean that.

If you don't thank me, you won't have to be noble.

The usefulness of a single magician is far more valuable than nobility. Not to mention being easily crushed by aristocrats and others, even thinking of equivalence with the rank of officer class.

Consider Derka Bayce's discussion that Felinera hits only half.

It is right that even the nobles are on the wrong level. But you have to know who Ars is going to be.

I was just a little happy with that.

"Seniors, Mr. Ars is not the kind of person who would make a fuss about that."

Put your hands on your mouth in a funny way.

"I chilled my liver," Derka Bais added in a whisper, arming herself to such a rough appearance.

When I was finding out more and more who Ars was, the first thing I thought about was if I ever lost my gratitude or washed out my memory.

But not so much, on the contrary, to stroke my chest whether I was happy or unhappy to have had little involvement.

And there's concern about the lid.

"Maybe this won't be the school festival."

"Oh, yeah - I guess so"

I agree with Ferrinella, who responded with a bitter smile.

Is it an arm show of how it was packed? It's Felinella's job to at least get her back to normal driving. I want to have my own time. The price Ars paid will undoubtedly exploit his time.

From here on out, Ferrinella should fight as a steering committee member. No, I strongly hoped I would.

"Come on, seniors, get back to work. I'll call Mr. Loki back soon, thank you."

"Oh, oh... but what are we going to do with this?

At the end of the line of sight there is a training ground with so many big holes that you can't see the bottom.

If I hadn't blocked this, it wouldn't have been a mock game or shit.

"You're in trouble...... well, let's give the teachers another try there"

"No, I'm sure there are a lot of earthly magicians in the faculty..."

Raising her gaze, Delka Bace spoke for Felinella with a look of sorry for the faculty repeatedly breathing rough.

"Ars... I wonder if I could ask you"

"Why don't seniors ask for it?

I peel my eyes off even if I know it's a joke-mixed word. Not as close as Felinella is. It means he's overloaded.

"Okay. You can't take too long, and I'll try to ask. Senior, can I ask you to go get Mr. Loki back on the campus broadcast?

"Whatever."

It was some easy choices as far as he was concerned, even with treating him like a runner.

And Felinera returns so lightly that she skips.