"Dear Ars, this, is"

A startling voice goes up right next door. Loki was unconsciously holding Ars' clothes to an incredible sight.

But now Ars understands what should take precedence over anything else, and he swings to confirm it.

No. 6 Hispida Offame held by Lusarca, whom I just met yesterday. Look at the crimson corpse without a neighborhood, then check the surrounding conditions as well.

"There are only a few traces of magical combat. I can't think of a single person who got nagged. No matter how many, it's not easy for a single magician to kill to this extent."

"What will you do, Master Ars"

Though familiar with the sight, Loki's expression could be seen fears he might not have gained. But that's the same for Ars.

I can't deny that I underestimated an organization called Klama to be precise. I was thinking that Iliis would be the supreme force of war, but I needed to rethink it.

Above all, it was not hard to imagine where this death meant.

"Probably no more of them."

"-!! Dear Ars, there are... five people coming this way"

"Right..."

The reply that the anticipation had been met immediately decided Ars' course of action. No, more importantly, I can tell you I shifted to the possibility I was thinking of some.

Even if they don't know what their purpose is, Ars is supposed to be in the way for Klama. Otherwise you wouldn't even make contact early.

That's what I thought, too, because Ilyis showed up. Her original purpose should definitely have been to erase Ars.

I believe the information from Ilyis was due to a change in her mood. This happened was also the most repentant thing for Als to do.

Regardless, Ars' prediction presupposes the way he shakes himself and the organization of the halfway things he has kept. But not defenseless at all. I would have preferred a choice that would not have happened.

"Per rescue from Luther Luca."

"It's probably a platoon. Formations are also common, but they have considerable speed and magic power. I think it's a double-digit magician."

(Again... too soon)

Ars felt the lack of water and anger in a situation where he could not escape. Couldn't it have been done a little better? I thought maybe it was something we could have avoided.

I don't have enough time overwhelmingly to think about it right now.

Because the gears that have already been moved will not rotate backwards.

"Looks like you have a detective magician on the other side, too. We're less than two kilometers away from replenishing this position. We'll let you know as soon as we're within range."

"No, we're out of here"

"-!! Dear Ars, Hispida..."

"It's bad for her, but you can't have us here."

Reading Ars' mysterious expression, Loki dismayingly dropped her shoulder and denied it.

Whatever you think of this sight, there are only situationally disadvantaged elements. There is no evidence that Klama is involved. Only the same single magician can kill a single magician.

Everything is on the ready stage.

Once all the actors are on stage, it's not easy to get off of there. That's why Ars had to get off before he could get it all together. Even if it was designed that way.

A voice that seemed to plunder rang Loki's throat.

"A, Dear Ars...... I am sure that if you explain the circumstances, you will absolutely understand. No matter how much Ars has saved mankind so far, you will not be able to speak up in one night after all your words. Still, I'll make sure to convince them."

Whatever you do, this situation is obvious from the side. The detention of Ars is certain.

Loki has nevertheless turned to her damp eyes.

Being clothed with the stigma of crime was tormenting her more than Ars.

Lithia and Jean will probably guess. But you can never contain a people who admire Hispida.

Not to mention this is Luther Luca. It would also be difficult to give Alpha the pattern easily. Everything is unprecedented.

Things would get worse and worse if it was also bright that Ars was doing the back job. The only time I could move - was at this moment.

A magician invited to this occasion is still on his way without knowing it. As Loki judged it, a high-ranking magician would probably get close to a perceived distance in minutes.

"As it is, as it is, for what..."

Shortly after the sad cry tried to overflow like a weir cut, it was still Ars who made me think critically.

His gaze is against enemies who are not on this scene, not Loki, his gaze as if he were looking far away.

"Nothing. I didn't come all the way here today to make sure everyone understood. Loki, that's all you need to know."

Somewhere objectified, a voice full of charity spun quietly.

I'm sure I wouldn't have cared if Loki hadn't mentioned this. People want to be recognized. But Ars didn't even notice without asking himself.

That must have been because until today there were only a few understanders and Loki who understood him. That was enough to fill me up.

Disclose for the first time realizing why you didn't feel as cramped as before.

"I've never saved a lot of humans as a result, I guess I'm flustered through humility. That's why I never thought you'd understand... but that's the same thing you don't want me to know, isn't it? So..."

Loki lays her hands over her gently placed on her head and wraps them straight in front of her chest.

"So... if you want everyone to understand, I won't stop"

Als was experiencing a tickling pain in his chest as he said so. The choice to push Loki aside here is reasonable. This is more than likely a battle against Klama whether she succeeds or fails in clearing up the stigma. This is one hand.

"Dear Ars, may I ask you one thing?

We don't have time for this.

"Yes, so will Master Ars live with the stigma as it is"

Eyes that stare straight are the kind of determination Loki has never had before. Serious eyesight that suppressed the thought of a severance.

That's why Ars reveals himself inside his chest, too.

"I still think that's okay. Hopefully there's no inconvenience in living... but it's not my nature to stay fucked. Exactly this debt needs to be repaid... and there's still a lot left to do"

How Loki perceived his invincible eyes, after a loud, spitting sigh.

"Okay. If that's the case, I won't say anything anymore. Anyway, isn't Master Ars with you when you say you'll persuade him?

Yes, Ariel was talking absent-minded around it. From the beginning, Ars only thinks about getting away from this scene. There will be no Ars on the spot to try to convince Loki.

"Of course."

"Huh. That's fine. I know. I've already made up my mind."

"What?

"If I'm the only one who knows Master Ars, that's fine, right?

"Oh, yeah, that's what I said, dude"

I actually didn't think about it so much and emitted it because I just put into words what I felt so aggressively. Maybe that's why I can take it seriously.

Only a little bit of confidence shook because Loki had the word.

"Then you wouldn't know if I wasn't beside you, would you? Sure, I wasn't watching beside you about the past where Master Ars worked, but from now on I would like to see the sight of Master Ars with you. I have a little bit of heart, but I'm not leaving beside Master Ars from the start. So, so, so, you know... can I call you Al when you two are together?

Hmm? And Ars, inclined inside, had an irresolvable question as to why that had happened. That's what she was supposed to refuse so hard about the name.

From the beginning, Ars said he didn't have to do it.

Whatever your mood changes, you don't have to get confirmation to snort.

"I don't mind that... then that means we're gonna get there, right?

"Yes! You seem to have an idea about this one, and no, and you're not alone anywhere unless I see it"

"No, that's not..."

"No, I won't leave A, Al alone!

There was also a scene where I could catch on to whether there was another embarrassment here, the nickname I normally used separately in college.

Still, this minor change is the first big step for Loki. I wouldn't have had the courage to get here if I hadn't heard from Lithia about the marriage.

That's why Loki meditates her eyes on the greed that came out only a little bit with courage and entrustment. For even a fraction of a second.

"Well, then go"

"Everywhere."

The two diseased themselves to thrust the approaching magicians.

Now I'm just waiting for my time. It's time to get ready.

♢ ♢ ♢

Successfully kept the Ars away from seven countries. Or by doing so, there was an unsolved crisis in Lusarca.

This action, so to speak, was also possible because Ars was convinced that he would not return from the outside world. We have drained enough of the ordeal for that.

It means that once out in the outside world, the art of knowing what's happening inside is limited. Assuming it's too late to come back to Luther Luca.

Only three shots of magic plunged Foneswa, the capital of Lusarca, into a half-destructed state. Anyone who saw the second sun instantly in the day, or red hua, would have thought instantly. I couldn't even ask that question about what the red dot was floating over.

There was a sudden chain explosion in the Great Hall in central Foneswa. Calories, shocks, and such things instantly took away numerous lives.

The vibrant city turned into hell a few seconds later. The shockwave caused by the blast collapses the house, and the wave-like flames cover his sight and go.

Not even while I'm running, not even while I'm screaming. When all the scenery collapses away, for the first time a sad voice woods the spirit. Perhaps those who have been shouted are still good.

But voiceless voices that are not are burned down in the throat and not even cloudy. Humans dance through the universe and come down.

It blows up like a shell, scattering deep red hues at the tip of the slap.

Red, red, just red liquid.

That fills the ground like a lake. That was a color I never saw until a moment ago. Liquids reminiscent of viscosity convey gaps in the paved and rolled up ground.

Blow up, arms and legs peek through the gaps in the collapsing house. Whether it was a cry or a scream of a child, no, there was a murky mess of voices so varied that even that could not be discerned.

I don't even know what you're talking about. Crying.

The darkened sky at once is because black smoke blocked the sun. Mixed with the smell of baking, the odor can get in. Smells I didn't imagine and don't even want to smell it.

Large holes that mean the disappearance of the scalp that was made in the Great Hall, though it was there. From there there there is no exception to objects that are blown away like domino knockouts.

No merchandise, no house, no wood, no pets, no humans. Lightly caught in the aftermath without one exception.

There was also no way to form a guard for policing. In the past, there will also be no choice but to have an understanding not followed by a tragedy reminiscent of the catastrophe.

Thick manuals before such a tragedy are useless. I don't even know where to start with damage on a scale far beyond my assumptions.

Only a few of them were able to defend themselves with magic. Because this explosion took place over the sky, the aim was to increase the scale of the damage, not close range.

I wonder what kind of magician there would be to prevent it if I had received such a thing at close range.

So much so that I think the black smoke rising above has reversed day and night.

The aftermath of the damage extended to the outskirts of Foneswa.

Palazzo Caenos was sometimes relatively close to Phoneswa and was also exposed here to the impact of the bombing.

However, ten high-ranking magicians list AWR in front of Caenos Palace. Because of Jean's aggressive instructions, there was no substantial damage because of the enormous barrier erected in front of the palace.

It is natural to be prepared for these emergencies, and the magician as an escort is first-class.

Ask Jean, who one woman, the captain of the escort, watched sharply behind her back.

"Jean, what the hell is this..."

I was close to interacting with her that was not clear from the fact that she and I had been dating for a long time. Her voice is caged in enhanced defenses to prepare for raids, such concerns.

But Jean, the mysterious face, was thinking something completely different.

"You mean this... Ars"