Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Will it be seven years?

The house had changed its appearance considerably from the old days. Originally moderate condiments were placed, which were supposed to turn into aged and savory objects as a form of household everywhere.

One by one accumulates daily thoughts within it and ageing emotionally. It was supposed to make me feel old. Unhappiness and happiness together make me realize the course of the year by changing as a good memory.

But only the unfortunate parts of such thoughts were aggregated in this indoor.

The two-story house is neither large nor small. A house that is really everywhere.

But the only thing that left a shadow at the time was a vain degraded outer wall. A room called a room is stacked with a bunch of scattered documents. Though a number of storage shelves were placed on the wall, much more than that occupied the space in search of a place to put them.

There is a room in such a room that she visits like every day. Even though she only lived in this house, it was locked there.

It's not for security. We can tell if she sees that the old age key she took out of her pocket was put through the keyhole.

The room where I stepped in was closed in the dark. No one wanted to see the vast amount of material filling the walls. Yes, to anyone (...).

All the materials here were related to one incident.

It concerns the murder of 'Sigsam Shevan', an incident seven years ago that at the time caused a scene in Lutheran territory. Sigsam was a leading man at the time as the 12th highest-ranking magician and the next single magician candidate. This case, which still doesn't even have a purpose for resolution, is trying to make people forget it from their memories.

Only in that way could she still trace her memories clearly. I could still live with the same hatred.

She walks into this room every day to keep the flames of hatred growing by time - as if she could burn firewood.

Only skin, which is losing its lustrous hair and tension every year, invites the passage and agitation of the year.

She walked into this room as soon as she got home in the evening. Is this the second time today?

It also seemed more frequent to visit day by day.

I drop the data on paper for the article that made the incident one side at the time and stick it all over the wall. She fingered the name of 'Sigsam Shevan', which was written as a big headline when she stopped by without hesitation. It's already plundering because it's rubbed hundreds, no, thousands of times.

"You..."

The words I called seven years ago continued to come out of her mouth.

Shortly after we got married, there was a case. Exactly at the top of her happiness, she sprouted love in the same squad as Sigsam. At the time it was exactly the form of magician's admiration.

We worked together and deepened our bonds more than once until we got married. It was really early to get married. The more I think about it now, the more I'm going to believe in fate, the more smooth and full of sail. It was also the hope of the magicians that the two men could find happiness even when mankind was driven by desperate circumstances.

Everyone blessed me. A magician who could lose his life at any time is a race far from happy as a person. It was the two of us who broke that preconception.

Marriage between magicians was not uncommon at the time, but it was also a good place for magicians who were not aristocrats. The reality was that cohabitation was mostly a means of not letting people in.

In a way, it would be true that the two high-ranking magicians pushed their backs greatly as pioneers.

Sigsam Shevan and Hispida Offame were great powers and magicians at a glance.

It greatly ceremoniated and became a loved and respected couple by the people.

Hispida devotes herself to chores with the least amount of assignment possible, and Sigsam will carry out the assignment in the outside world. He is like a mirror to my husband that he will always be home after his assignment.

A full life is no different than before marriage, is it enough to call Sigsam "you" when it comes to something unusual? Still, every full day continued to give me intense happiness.

But such happiness quickly disintegrates as the worst form. It was the day after Sigsam went on an outside mission, as usual, that the obituary reached Hispida's ear.

Hispida is also a magician, something I was prepared for one day. I was ready to mourn that it was too soon. I've thought about it several times, whether it's convincing or acceptable.

I made a deal with him after figuring it out. That's why she was sure to send him out wishing him well when he was on his way to the mission.

She will listen, mourning and grieving a word that will collapse such readiness in an instant.

That's the fact that Sigsam was murdered in the outside world. He punched his chest and was strained to the trunk. The squad has been wiped out, and they don't know who did it.

Sigsam is the person who is seen as closest to the hopeful Hope, single magician, even in Luther Luca. Even if it's the departure of the crew, it's not the kind of man who gets hit easily.

The only salvation is that I managed to recover the body before it was eaten by demons. No, that's only trivial salvation in unhappiness, too.

Yes, at this time Hispida couldn't contain the whirling fury in her chest. I shook up so angry that I wouldn't even let you hold my condolences. Tears do not hold grief.

Not yet...... how good would it have been if they had told me they had still defeated demons in the outside world. No, still, I would have cried until my throat was crushed. The amount of moisture in my body, I would have wept. I would have cried for days with a sniveling face.

But someday we should be able to cross it.

But it is far from honorable death if it were to have been killed by humans, not demons. Such irrationality could not have been forgiven for crying for days.

From that time on, Hispida lights the flames of vengeance on her chest. I desperately polished my magic and was able to get a hold of the single he nearly reached out to.

It can be said that Hispida's power was sharpened only to avenge him. Gather information between tricks and assignments, but still even the military couldn't stare. In three years, the investigation will be closed at one end as an unsolved case.

Still, only Hispida has been, until today, gathering information around. Those who knew the kind of desperation attached to her paranoia at the time secretly called her the 'Bride of Tragedy'.

Her impatience like that differs slightly in meaning from ending unresolved.

That had brought a little bit of another emotion as the room for burning firewood in the flames of anger became more recent. You remind me, I remember what happened when I was happy.

The unfulfilled chest is not a flame of hatred, but a memory tries to fill it. Heavy and sharp grief tightens the chest.

Hispida built this room to refuse it. Even so, I'm going to be thinking about the past for a while here.

All memories of Sigsam are eliminated in this room. Because I didn't want him to see it alone.

Even though......

My face as a merchant was slightly different from the essence of Hispida. I realized that I had talent and business talent because I became involved with Ichii. Information behind other countries, unknown to magicians, also often flows among merchants.

It was already too late when I realized the shackle of a single magician. It was also difficult to leave my country, and besides infiltrating other countries, I felt that a single magician was a disdain deprived of liberty.

That is why Hispida developed Lusarca as the largest commercial city. They thrived big enough to attract merchants from other countries.

It took me a few years to get here, and I finally got here. He did his best to gather information, such as by advancing to the Führer to abolish merchant tariffs.

But what I found out was a minor mismatch.

Hispida, who at the time of the incident washed out the trends of all magicians within Lusarca, saw footage that could not have been there. Hours after the incident, surveillance footage inside the Lutheran army showed a magician in his thirties, mainly on an outside mission called 'Oran Topitophone'.

Nothing is unnatural if this is all. But later it turns out he was suddenly dead at home the day before the recorded footage.

It was due to illness, but this footage convinced Hispida to hold it. However, since then, there has been no information related to Oran, and there has been no talk of him being captured since then.

But that's as far as I'm concerned. According to information I received from my trusted men just a few dozen minutes ago, Oran is here in Luther Luca.

Hispida was walking into this room because she was too busy. Yes, this will be the last time I rub his name again.