Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

When internal divisions were about to occur in the southernmost Alpha, work was underway to quietly break peace in that opposite country.

The demon progresses relatively slowly compared to other countries on this land, which builds its defensive base at the northernmost point. In terms of simple magician mortality, it would naturally be low due to the frequency of encounters.

Some anxiety remains about the magician's level of practice, but the low mortality rate can build strength militarily in the simple sense. An experienced magician was able to improve the education of those below by promoting and raising the rank. Because we often cooperate with other countries in this peaceful land. A tactical concept in this country is tantamount to the inward wisdom of another country.

Within all seven countries the name Hydrange makes sense as a symbol of peace. It is a mild terroir instead of a narrow territory. Because of this, Ichii had so much softness in the temperament of the people that it evoked one country.

It was not more than eighty years ago that this country was exposed to demonic threats. Even the catastrophes of the past were progressing south, so the people of Hydrange were in a somewhat remote environment from every day humanity feared and fought against a superior species called demons.

There is no such thing as who is outstanding. It is true that there are many talented people in the country who boast that they are good, but they are not blessed by other countries, especially those who pull the times that they may be the three giants like Alpha.

No, though such a person may be born by putting himself in a harsh situation.

Still, I guess this peace continues because Hydrange's army is excellent.

But not everything was outstanding.

"I guess this is it"

"Yes, of course, Master Rafsenal. It's all necessary for glory, our."

The young man with black edged glasses smiled softly across the lens to show.

In the Fuhrer's mansion, a strictly bulkheaded room is where the two of them meet. It should also be noted that this is a hidden room connected from the study of the Head of Hydrange, Rafsenal Caujodor.

It was prepared to interfere with all detective magic.

Roughsenal is half way through thirty, but he looks young for his age. Thin pigmented skin and hair is how I said I grew up in a greenhouse to see it. I was raised to the best of my luxury, he was such a person.

That's why he doesn't always try to do the right thing, he decides whether it's right or wrong. Moreover, it was a cautious condition of taking it on the opinions of others.

But he also had a wish. It is a trinket, but only the nobility of blood is twice as strong as a person. It was not the vessel of those who stood on typical.

Still, Hydrange has been done so far, probably because of his undoubtedly excellent surroundings to assist.

"You (,) rely on it. I've been preparing for this as you say. It sounds good because Balmes managed to distract me, but I hope you don't mind me anymore. My stomach's so tight."

"I'm sorry. Because they're all outlaws."

"If you don't let me hear what I have to say, I'm done. Of course you do."

"I know."

The young man becomes a servant with a full grin on his face. It took a long time to prepare. I don't need to be told now.

"Then I'll be ready for the show."

"Wait, wait, wait, what am I supposed to do?"

"For the time being, you'll be fine, so it's a good idea to be done as much as you can with the luxury. Because it's always been great people overlooking the big picture. You can have a sumptuous meal, or you can hold a woman? I don't have a problem with people making a bad impression."

"Wow, okay. Let's weigh ourselves."

Rafsenal nodded with one bad face when he was sarcastic with a creepy grin. I guess it's the ugly part of a human being that gets stronger as soon as he's downgraded than himself because of his awesome sense of trinkets.

Faithful to such greed, I can't even restrain myself from greed. This man had a bad rumor about calling a woman to the floor like every night.

I guess it would have been nice to still have kids, but it's not. Am I supposed to call it fire play, or night play? It was famous in the country for its horns and bad handiwork.

Just when one young man came out of the Fuhrer's mansion.

Don't you even care to read the novel you've got in your pocket all the time now? The young man looked only ahead with his neck pounding and a faceless look.

(Maybe it's unusual to be a man who can't use it so far)

I hold the thought that it cannot be used against the Führer, but it is only true that it is now helping. It is the Führer's consideration that he and his people can still lurk in this way.

Of course, it's also tempting for young people.

A tense, badly chopped voice hung as he dived through the huge portal. I guess the guards didn't make it a good idea for this young man to go home alone. So naturally my voice trembles, although I tried to speak up.

The guard's intention was to immediately call a magic car for a transfer. I tried to get in touch without waiting for a response, but before that I got an unexpected response.

"I don't need it. It's quite a distance, but I'm gonna run home."

"-!! That won't happen. I'll be right back. Please wait."

"I said I don't want it, never again."

"- Ha!!

His eyes lowered behind his glasses and the guard pointed his gaze upwards at Croquel, who told him so with a soft look.

No further exchanges, paved roads, still young people walk with less feeling of deviation.

Young people's breasts are not harmed to listen to a soul song that begins at this moment, whether without a brain or not. I couldn't wait any sooner.

Once I looked back at the tower of Babel, not the mansion, but the far-sighted view.

The Führer's mansion is situated in the deepest reaches of the wealthy. First of all, there is not even a figure around here.

The rubbing sound of leaves and grass brings a variety of information into the silence. I removed my glasses and hooked them into my chest pocket. Without these glasses, I would strangely look too far, but I no longer need them.

And ask in the thought of no one.

"Are you ready?

"The big wolf smoke is ready."

Only the voice reaches in the wind from behind the shrub. I found out who it was for the young man, but the person sounds completely different from the voice. Just hearing your voice shows that your gender is different. That was the voice of a clear woman, and soon I can think of a reason for that. I couldn't help but be aware of unnecessary worries.

"Did you change it again? Do you have your favorite?

"No, that's evil. It stands out to those who know it. Wow."

"Isn't the character a lot of bragging?

The response changed with a cloudy voice, not only the words but also the sound.

"Thank you. You've been too diverse lately. You're going to be surprised."

Now he turned to the voice of a young man and appeared out of the bush. Everyone can see that uniform. Because it was a Hydrange military uniform.

The young man grinned bitterly and scratched his cheek in such conditions as, oh boy. Because it is the ability to treasure, there is some guilt on the part of the person who gave the instructions.

Don't you forget who you really are?

"Ha ha, now it is. You forgot a long time ago. Maybe not remembering it was a body that couldn't be used at all."

"Does that mean you weren't talented?

"What do you think? At least it's special because it's the ability to need blood."

"Exactly. You remember your gender, don't you?

"Well, was it a man or a woman? Either way, if you ask me, I can't remember how itchy you are."

"You're good at tsunamis. You can tell by your voice that you don't even think of fine dust. That habit is the only place that doesn't change if you change your appearance. I don't know, but I think you're a woman."

"Is it induction, when you say that, a woman has quite a lot of memory, so you're also worried about that"

"Yes, yes... so, Mecphis... that's fine, right?

"That's what I've always called it."

"No, no, you have too many pseudonyms. I remember you saying" inobe. "

"Is that it, well it sounded good, but it takes a while to penetrate, so now I'm putting it back in Mekfis. So, she's a woman."

Crokel tries to be suspicious on the side.

Mekfis walks one step back with a sharp change of face to the voice, "It's dangerous to say it like a man... let's keep the chatter around here."

I disguised myself as a single magician's entourage.

"You can think you're ready, right?

"The tail is good..."

Stuck in words. Mekfis' face contained concerns about coming here.

"It means that Ilyis is going to pull the trigger on this one..."

"Huh. Well, it's not as wrapped up as an organization."

"Do you want to kill me?

"Uh-huh, it breaks my bones pretty bad. She's got a smart nose with that one and no matter what she says she's strong......... you can't even copy Mekfis as long as she is, can you?

"Probably because in the case of Ilyis, it's suspicious that blood is flowing."

"I guess. And you're not gonna get in the way of that, are you?

"I think it's inviolable."

"... if you think you've made it to Alpha by yourself at all, you'll do something of your own accord, really."

The young man with a strange and bright voice abruptly skipped the conversation without any cloudiness.

"Did you get what you were asking for?

"I tried to make it exactly as I was told, what use is this"

"There's something that even you don't understand. This hand seems more profound than I am."

Receive a single test tube from Mechfis. The dull black liquid was blood-like viscous and vivid. The young man looks at the test tube with a tight plug to his satisfaction.

"No, because it's an unknown field about this. You can't reveal what I don't know about the current # 1 lack of magic information."

"I guess. If you want to correct one thing, his magic is not a defect, it's a defect in itself."

……

"Uh-huh. I don't know what to say. Everyone has the information contained in the magic, and it exists in him. But in his case, the information was destroyed from the side where it was recorded. I wonder if the blood will -- in this case, the magic contained in the blood -- will."

"That's interesting. But why did you...? No, I guess that's the unnecessary question."

"That sort of thing. So, to get back to it, naturally Mecphis has the same interesting things in his blood, and this time he was just really lucky, but he had you and his blood refined to form a harmonious form."

"So, what's the use of that?

"In case... right, let Hazan have this too and put it up, because I know how to use it. When I heard this, his tremors were so spectacular that it was an earthquake."

The young man with the kusuri and the remembrance and the laughter distorted his mouth in an abusive manner.

Copy that, sir.

"Other members and shepherds..."

"Of course I'm not. It is a race that originally crossed the line… it is always possible to start creation"

Ni and the young man lifted the end of his mouth scratching up his grey hair. Binocular eyes narrowed as if they predicted the future.

A merciless expression spins a chilling voice.

"Shall we begin, gentlemen?"

All the collapse began to move slowly skinning that voice.

Mekfis is not behind this already, and he's disappearing. The purification and construction that will begin is a means for youth to avoid the crisis they envisioned.

It was also a means to save this world.

He thinks.

You have to sort what you protect. Trying to protect everything is nothing but arrogance. We must limit the human beings who can live in this world.

Selected and not. We should lay a clear gap between these two.

That the youth only took the place of the role of giving guidance to mankind, which is still unaware even when it is about to be destroyed by demons. There are more limits to being protected than there are limits to being protected.

So now the world is just standing unstable on a nearly broken pedestal. We must avoid one glitch chaining to everything.

That is why it is a shame: there had to be a stronger threat than Klama for those chosen by the youth to expose themselves to the table.

"Too bad, Ars. You cannot be put on the ark of a new world. [M] In all times, heroes don't save everything, they just save lives they can save. If only the weight of that life were a hero, I'd do it."

Without having to hand over the memories you read at a young age, the youth gives thought to the heroes who appear in the stories they admire. Heroes who were villains had always saved people. But that evil hero killed many innocent people to defeat the bad guys.

Heroes like that end up making peace at the expense of tens of thousands of people to save the world.

Of the many creations, most heroes try to protect and protect everything. That's why I'm a hero... but it's a dream story, no matter how I look at it. I haven't been able to be real so that everything would be a happy ending.

That's why the youth were so impressed that its evil heroes were truly just.

Now that's about to come to fruition.