Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

When the story is separated, a dry knock sound takes away the indoor consciousness exactly as expected.

Cerva approached Suzu door, but a voice rose to allow Froze to enter first. It's not uncommon for a maid to visit if it's news of a visitor.

There was no hinge smudge, and there was a reddish brown haired maid upright across the door that opened up softly. The hair tips that are habitual around the neck are generally wrapped up in headdresses and clearly organized.

There is no stain on the apron dress that covers the ankle.

"What's wrong, Minasha?"

A half-step off the door, Selva hung a suspicious voice at a maid who wouldn't give an instant thank you. Have a distrust of not saying the requirements immediately.

She was not a woman who made mistakes that failed to be polite for the past three years in the service of the Favel family. Minasha stepped indoors with a tremendous walk down between plenty and silence.

Nothing gets to know her better than Froze or Selva. Tesfir, who was heading for the body-by-body maid next to Ars, also voiced horror that something was wrong.

"Minasha?... What's wrong?

There was no response from her, her eyes as they remained open did not project emotions beyond imagination from her usual, cloudy eyes.

Dry out eyes don't blink one, they don't set the focus on anyone.

It coincided with Ars narrowing his eyes.

"Cah!!!

"Minasha!!!!

Tesfir screamed at the eccentricity of the euphoria, and Froze let the voice of reprimand play.

Minasha pulled a cloudless fruit knife out of her pocket and let it run toward her neck without any hesitation. It also seemed that thought and action were separate creatures.

Only Tesfir visioned the tragic sight of the indoors.

Until then if you say it's a difference in experience, but if you don't have to go through it, no one will want to see it. But there were many on this occasion who had survived such an unwanted environment.

"Coracola, you mustn't be in front of your lord, Minasha. Don't let that bother you. If you have a problem, talk to the chief samurai first..."

Cerva, who was holding back by the door, instantly turned behind him, his hand stretched out from behind picking the knife. I just pinched the blade of the knife that accelerated momentum with my two fingers, but I'm stopping it like I stopped time with a few millimeters to my skin.

"That's not the problem, is it, Selva?"

Sarcasm popped up over Froze's difficulties, but it would be due to less relief.

"It's a dark system."

"Yeah, I think so."

Selva fainted Minasha with a knife so as to affirm Ars' view. Even in the dark system, manipulative magic is a constant means of stunning the other person because he has full control of his will. Selva's ability to deal with this rare example is immeasurable.

Supporting a small body that collapsed like a thread had been cut, but a pure white letter slipped from Minasha's pocket on a tilted clap glided through the floor to stop the movement at Froze's feet.

"What! What do you mean?

Spending less time together, Tesfir turns a blind eye to Ars, who sits next to her, seeking an explanation of the cause at the same time as her worries.

She was the only one on this scene who didn't understand, even though she lost her bloodstain when she was forced to hunch the death of someone she knew up close.

Regardless, I just had it as knowledge, even if it was Loki. I actually imagine myself disgusted by such horrible magic when I see it. A puppet that doesn't even reflect its own will.

If you put a blade on Ars in the same situation, you can't even hurt yourself.

but Ars gave a pale and concise explanation for the two fears.

"It's rare for a person in the dark system to be able to do manipulative magic so far, to the extent that it's supposed to intervene in consciousness. That said, it's not that hard to deal with. Apparently it depends on the level of brainwashing, but it is possible to solve magical domination by stunning it. I guess this maid just went along with the haulier and the entertainment. There shouldn't be any sequelae left."

"Good. But who does this..."

Of course there's no crap in a guy who uses the dark lineage. It is true that it is a discriminatory idea, but in fact the problematic dark lineage has a high rate of becoming a criminal.

"Don't think hard," Ars advises Loki, who has blue and white lips with an uneasy look, but I guess it's an unwiped fear in her.

The magic that makes it possible to do absolutely impossible is covered by the absolute in Loki.

Chop, who blocked his thoughts where he was about to fall into negative thoughts, struck his brain as lightly as usual.

"Get lost, don't. I don't know what to think, and if there's nothing I can do, I'll take care of it."

"Yes!!

Loki tells Ars that nothing changes with a thin look. The feeling of falling ston enough not to stand one ripple in his heart.

I don't want to be a foothold and just be a being that hurts him. I guess that's why Ars' words were the words Loki wanted most.

I'd like to send it to Mr. Ars.

Staring to check the carefully picked up letter, Froze saw the name "Ars Regin" behind it.

With a more unpleasant hunch than any more, Ars receives a letter so thin that he doesn't know what's in it.

It took little time to follow a few lines of letters.

You get behind the froze, which would be a fixed position with a soft look like no other, with Selva sleeping Minasha on a simple sofa in the corner of the room "you smell so nasty".

"Che, faster than expected"

Ars overflowed with a sigh of silence in his nostalgia of the letter.

"I'm sorry. Apparently, I've caused you trouble in this case."

"May I see it?

"Excuse me."

Froze thought he should insist on the duty of knowing that his servants in service were dying, but perhaps he would also be aware of the responsibility. If even then it cannot be explained, there is no way to ask.

"It just doesn't affect Tempram"

"That's a completely different matter. Is there going to be a day when you can explain it to me after all, or is this one to be decided?

"What do you think? I can't move from here... but I don't think I have to explain it here."

"Is there anything I can do to help?

Of course not. It's the original proposal. I could sell thanks if I could bite one, and I asked for an explanation of the situation by getting involved.

"That's not true. We will try to resolve this early so that we do not cause any further inconvenience. Thank you for your concern."

"It's not even a more far-fetched pattern right now, is it?

Ars laughed bitterly at what it meant. The point is, I guess you're trying to tell me you're half step-child.

Even that is a difficult concern now. Ars does not make it and leaves it to his facial movements to smile naturally.

But...

"Thank you"

It was a word that could be taken both ways, but Froze shouted "too bad" just that he couldn't possibly go wrong.

Ars had to do everything in his power to screw up his inner-burning anger over the burning letters behind his brain.

They're in the way of making it.

What did not create an unfavourable situation for Ars was that Froze was up in the military, which worked. Because the cases we have to deal with in the military, not personal remorse, have targeted individuals. In short, we should have considered it, but if we stuck it, we wouldn't be responsible. Speaking of polarity, it means that responsibility for terrorism cannot be demanded of anyone other than the main culprit or the perpetrator/perpetrator.

Not to mention the fact that the victim must not be reached for pursuit.

That's how far you guessed it, even if it didn't come down to judgment. That's what Froze's expression said.

Whether Tesfir had also read the air, or was not nearly there to recover from another shocking sight, the words of reference could never be uttered to the end.

Loki, who has read the air in a different sense from that, drives it. At least this time the Favels ate a mere entanglement. As long as Ars stays here, something bad may happen again.

"Dear Ars, it's time..."

"Oh, right. Now, if you'll excuse us."

"You can still slow down, can't you?

"No, because it's what keeps you waiting"

"That was Luther Luca. What's stopping us here is going to develop into a diplomatic problem..."

"That's not going to happen."

Ars' care was never wasted. From the froze, I guess it was nothing more than just a formal wording. I pulled back lightly.

"Don't skip, too. You can't name your fiancée on paper, not even for a moment."

Encourage with a pranky face that Maybe it wasn't necessary for her to be diligent. Though I was concerned that I was not the type to use my head.

The cut-red girl raised her anger as she stuck out one of her sizzling, trembling fingers to delude the fever.

"You don't have to tell me. I know! I'll do it, so watch... oh, you name my fiancée too, 'cause I'm not gonna let you."

Who are you talking to? That's right. Ars won't give you water either. Seems to have succeeded in launching the Ningro Blast.

Loki also shuts up about this. Because talking about engagements on this occasion doesn't start. Aside from my heart, I'd be in trouble if you didn't win.

Still, it was force majeure for the crisp and the crisp to hang.

"Hey, what..."

"No, because every word tells the story of grades."

"Ugh."

Lower your drinks just a little bit because you've scored better than Tesfir in everything.

"Ha-ha-ha, this is tough. Of course you're worried, but don't trust this old man here. Be sure to reach a satisfactory level."

I promise you, Cerva, that I will be motivated sometime, here and here.

"If that's what Mr. Selva says, it's as reliable as it gets."

"Hey, trust me. I'm a child when I do it."

Everyone turned a blind eye to the words that came out of her own mouth, although there was credibility in what she was saying.

Her side left the butler alone on this occasion, but also before defending the relying butler.

"Lady......" he smiled bitterly, still being able to say that his chosen words were unique to a first-class butler. I felt a little pathetic, though.

"Uh, yeah, there's nothing a lady can't do for a short period of time. Let me hold you back for a minute."

"Also, of course. Nice to meet you. Really..."

My temporarily first confidence peeled off. Without Selva, the result is a sight I even feel.

"Then I asked for the later. I'm going home as soon as I can."

"The success rate of the operation is also timing in the end. I've never done anything to keep you practicing."

Froze stood up first and reached out to Ars. For the ex-military, the beautiful delicate hands have a ceramic luster and a girlish tension.

It would be her readiness to feel the power of something that had no force in it when she responded.

"As a Favel family, I'd like to settle this one as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation."

"No, that's this dialogue. So..."