Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

With that figure in his sight, Ars narrows his eyes and overflows.

"Noir......"

"Al? Do you know her?

Loki only flew her voice as she turned her arm around her hips and left AWR out at any time. I see a lot of amazement sitting there and at the same time feeling indigested.

"No, to the extent that you asked me to guide you at the school festival... Loki, you know"

From the look on his face, Ars asks frankly without choosing distant words. There were concerns that this would happen, but who could have expected that chaser to be a noir?

According to the information obtained at the time of the guide, she is under one at the age of Ars and of the same age as Loki.

"If that's what you say,"

"I'm sorry, that's right. I can't even predict this so far. If I could, I'd predict the future."

"Right. Excuse me. She..."

"Lokiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Nhoo, hoo... So, I'm not interested in you right now. If it's all right with you, I'll kill you, Ooh."

With his index finger sluttily attached to his mouth, he looks down at Loki as an object of mockery.

"What do you mean, Loki?"

"It's also impossible for Al not to know. She, Noir, is a fourth year magician training program."

"-!! I see, so seniors. But the magician training program must be frozen."

"Yes, I'm hearing it too. It's the last time I've been in the outside world right now. But it wasn't until the fifth grade that it actually came to a freeze. By the time I got out into the outside world, fourth grade students had started training in the facility as reservists. Among other things, Noir and I have had several simulated battles..."

Trainees left by the freeze should be placed under military protection. Previously I heard from Bellick that trainees are often in children who, like Ars and Loki, have no parents or relatives. As a result, the search for foster care begins at the same time as being placed under protection.

Of course, they can take care of it in the facility - like an orphanage - until they become independent. By way of exception, Ars and Loki already possessed strength as magicians who could go out into the outside world, and were to carry out their tasks as they were, but that also gives individuals the right of choice. I can tell you I had to.

So it's hard to tell if that was a good thing for a suspended trainee along the way. The wounds on your heart are made up of distortions over your goal of defeating demons. It is also understandable to seek the value of existence there.

Ars's bitterly incapable thoughts about Noir being one of them come up with anger again.

It's not often that I'm here, and I guess I've come to capture Ars. No, it's not that easy. Something like a long stained blood odor stinks from a group of people wearing black clothes more than killing.

Because it's Ars, I know. It's a subtle odor in the air called killing air, a kind of leftover fragrance that can be sniffed apart because you're used to sniffing. I don't feel any hesitation about killing from the leading noir in that. The shaken madness is manifested as a laugh. I don't care how many people I've killed. Cold but delightful peek.

A nagging gaze crawls through Ars' entire body with demonic glowing eyes.

"Senior, no - let's kill each other plenty. Let's decide which one can cook the meat well. Let's break each other's arms, legs, built-in brain marrow... because I can definitely kill better than anyone else."

There is only one reason why the noir extremes magic. More to the point, magic was just a means, I guess it was something more immediate to extremes. Because there are bad guys, and judging them is right and delightful, and no act can be covered before justice.

That must have been because I wanted someone to acknowledge what I could do, what it meant to exist. I can't even remember why I thought that now.

She just strongly hoped. He wants to be better than anyone and a great magician. I feel like a parent who couldn't even remember his face said he could be the best for such a vague reason.

I have never realized such a memory or motive for the noir of the day. I just wish asexually. Just as my throat, which has become ragged, wants water.

I wanted one thing, something plucked out that wouldn't allow other followers.

Did her pedigree let her go this way, or was this the only road left again? She didn't even know all this. That's what happened when I realized, because that's all I'm talking about.

I feel like someone said they were good at killing and fit, but who was.

It didn't even matter now.

Noir's gaze was directed at the area where Froze and Visaists were. But it was just a part of it to be exact. She was just waiting for instructions.

Ars follows the movement of his gaze. Ars is convinced by the way a man of the right width stood one finger in his sight.

(Lieutenant General Morwald, no, was it Major General? That means...)

I guess they're the hunting troops released to capture Ars. But it also seemed boring in the military, given that, even inside the military, Morocco, which should be opposite Belik, is leading its own troops in this way.

Not much. Ars was supposed to have stood around not to do this, but he felt it was something that didn't work. In the first place, Morocco had taken the opportunity of demotion to show an obedient attitude, and truly no longer listened to his achievements. Of course, it's one of the reasons why I don't know that Ars left the outside world. Maybe that's why I underestimated it.

Originally, physically, the troops here should have had to be directed by Beric. Wherever the Viceroy's thoughts lie, if you're serious about catching him, you should have Letty, and if not, will a low-ranking magician be sent in so that he can escape?

There is, of course, a cause both inside the military and for the timely movement of Morocco, but there is no reason for Ars to know.

Bellick's power to speak and execute inside the army may be weakened to see just this situation.

Even if you run away, your opponent is the right user. More importantly, they'll be the ones who don't think anything of killing people. A kind of magician close to Ars, no, even with an assassin?

There is nothing emotional about the myriad of sights that can be directed at Ars. They don't have the will to win or lose.

I heard Tesfir rushing from behind me into a shitty situation.

"Al!!

"Don't you come!!

"What!" Tesfir, forced to stop the tempo, took a couple of steps.

Ars glances and points to Froze and the Visaists. This is a catch by the official army. It puts them at a disadvantage that Tesfir, a nobleman, adds up given that Ars is currently an arranger.

You understand, Tesfir can't take a step. If you mean it, you want to join the joining but you can't bet the Favel family for that.

She doesn't even have an AWR. She was the best at holding her fist all the time.

The noir opens its mouth like it's boring to back it up.

"Which road nomination arrangements have you received, so I suggest you surrender as prescribed. If you surrender, you will do no harm. If you want to resist, help me, so... but you will resist, won't you? Senior."

"Naturally. Fia, you stay away."

"Ugh, yeah."

Shortly after, you saw it as a separation. Molwald's fingers bent.

A bunch of black clothes sizzle through the slopes, turning to Ars and Loki.

A short stick appears one at a time so that it grows from the sleeve. When you shake it simultaneously, the blade that was stored floats in recoil and snaps into place.

Each has two small sickle-like weapons.

"Loki, you turn around and shoot."

Copy that, sir.

Loki pulls out vigorously with her hands behind her back. Eight knives sandwiched between fingers of both hands emit silver light.

Immediately Ars releases a clap directly in front of him. A thin, distortion occurs in the space, which becomes an invisible 10 m square wall and pushes while scraping the ground.

Only the first two of them collided with the invisible barrier, and then jumped their fellow heads high on the stepping stone, surmounting or surrounding them. Behavior judged in an instant without agitation or wolf is proof that you are used to fighting.

At the first blow, Ars had hesitation to kill. It's out of the question if this is a unit at Bellick's disposal, but not this time.

Besides, I didn't want to show it to you as much as I could. Ars, who no longer repels killing people, always despises himself. Knowing it's necessary doesn't make it any better. Because that's not how this world is made.

Being aware simultaneously finds legitimacy and begins to affirm itself. That's why Ars wasn't who he wanted to show much.

To Loki and Tesfir...... I don't know them. I guess the reason I want them to stay unaware of me is because he let them live in their hearts deeply without a few.

Sometimes it's strange. This is something I never thought I would do before.

I just want you to look at yourself good. I don't know if I think so.

I've said before that visaists have turned human odors towards Ars, but I feel like this is what this is all about.

If we can call Goto growth, I guess Ars is growing exactly now.

But......

Ars was flashing AWR against an enemy that shook down the sickle reflexively. Deep and deep, enough to have a blood splash.

I don't feel anything, I don't even hesitate.

I guess this is what homophobia means. Self-loathing would mean this. Still, Ars concluded that he didn't have to look at himself.

One after the other, the sickles gather together. I let AWR dive into the pattern.

"Well, can you even form a magic knife?"

I looked sideways at the sickle blade, which stopped me from moving at the point where I touched my temples, and I overflowed. A magic knife is formed there, albeit a few centimeters or so. If you were measuring the intermission only with a blade with an entity, you would be poked in the void.

"Be careful, Loki"

The reply is returned with thunder. Taken together, the three of them were lying on the ground producing pussy and smoke from all over their bodies. The nerve that wraps the electric shock around and mistakenly chops it moves the fingers of the corpse.

But Ars said nothing but a glance at it. Because it was obvious that Loki's attack was meant to defeat demons and not to be unleashed to kill humans.

I don't know if that's a good thing. But Loki's actions, for what he thinks with his head, reason works. There was hesitation to make a decision.

The lapse in thought, and the time lag to decision making, is because she has an aversion to killing more or less humans. Soon Loki won't hesitate, she has the talent to even kill her heart if it's for Ars without having to ask. And to be so, her will kills the constituents of Cruelsyth.

Ars also worries and focuses his consciousness on combat.

Als looked over his head while recognizing his enemies pushing furiously from left to right. The red heat, not the white sunlight emitted by the pseudo sun, illuminates the ground directly from above.

Countless fireballs, as many as one human, descend like meteors.

The magic of not looking at it even though your people are engaged. [Purgatory Flame Rock (Volcano)], the magic belonging to the superior class took on an overwhelming mass and heat.

This area is sure to be full of holes.

Immediately enchanted by AWR, Ars deployed vast quantities of water barriers over the sky to sink. Because magic called fireballs basically defines combustion as an event alteration, it spreads as magic if the event of burning disappears. You will also need to double tension to sink this number.

Raising white smoke [Purgatory Flame Rock (Volcano)] immediately weakened the flame and could no longer be maintained as magic.

But Ars narrows his eyes to the black shadow coming through the water wall.

Yes, there were enemies lurking in the center of the fireball. You will have left a fire and made a breakthrough.

It was an attack of abandonment. What's more, I wagered in a situation where Ars didn't know how to handle it. It's not a legitimate way to fight.