Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Tingling changes in the air can be perceived without being a magician.

The perspiration on the poppy back begins to snugly cool off. It is also unacceptable to stand on the mound of whether to live or die, unlike hostility or intent to kill. That reminds me as if the dishes served on a plate were my own. It was about giving up, giving up, giving up on living, that kind of dimension waiting to be preyed upon.

Unable to look back, Loki fixes his gaze on the enemy. But that's just to say I'm watching. Someone is watching Ars, who is supposed to be behind her in the back of his sight.

Tesfir is one of them. Just looking at her expression, Loki guessed what this change in air was brought about by.

"Loki... stay away"

"-!! Yes!

Voices with no discouragement whatsoever, running to the source of the Tesphere to answer reflexively and escape at all costs. Loki was ashamed of herself. Even though I obeyed orders, because her body was complaining about wanting to get out of here quickly.

The opponent was also repeatedly hyperventilating without being able to move slightly while passing through the enemy gap. A rough breathing noise speeds the heartbeat of his chest and his shoulders are wide up and down.

I could never look back at Ars, and Loki got scared of herself. It was the first time I feared him I didn't know...

And braking to slip, standing next to the red-haired girl while leaving a mark, I look back in shame.

"- Huh!"

There were enemies who were attacking from their surroundings instantly slammed down. And pouring from overhead, the ice column pierces the torso and sews it to the ground.

Clear ice was splashing red liquid onto the surface.

When he sees the person at the center of it, Loki gets her throat clogged so her heart can tighten.

Tasteless, black eyes were filled with cold things that didn't even touch the teeth, such as the person they had cut out.

There is no fine dust, such as emotions to be projected into the self, equivalent to roadside stones for him. That's the face that makes you think so.

In fact, Ars had not bathed in his senses in a long time. Extra emotion when killing is nothing but intrusion. We should solve their magic and use their brains to figure out how to kill them smoothly.

With his swooping gaze toward the noir, Ars uttered only one word.

- What did you do?

――――

Noir, whose eyes were turned unreadable of any emotions, was about to lag behind. That's because even though I realized I was stronger than myself, I was confident I could kill him.

Otherwise you don't deserve to be knocked down.

Otherwise, there is no point in putting on superiority or inferiority.

Nature and mouth bend distorted.

That was an honest compliment. Noir has nothing in particular to feel even if his people get hit. Ning Lo, that relentless M.O., a crazy person who has no hesitation whatsoever about definitely killing his opponent. Kill as if it were a bug with no makeup.

There she dyed her cheeks inadvertently.

Sweet exhalation leaks.

"Huh... ha, ha, ha... that's good. It's great."

I sluttily cheeked on the sickle pattern and got bored. Pours an eye on Ars that wraps around Nuranula with a flaming face.

"Unlike [Thought-Induced" Temptation "], so to speak, another high level, which I call [Lost Paradise" Shitsurakuen "]."

Noir pounds his side head tongue-in-cheek himself.

[Thought-inducing "Temptation"] is a kind of hypnosis that even the magic of a mental interference system induces the target.

"I'm here to interrupt."

Create a laugh at the fussy prank.

Because what this magic looks like in that context is something I can't prevent from finding out. The college took care to impress little by little from sight and hearing.

Als is already unaware at the time he meets the activation of the procedure. It's also hard to be aware of what I think of her, etc. It's also something you can't help because your alertness to your opponent diminishes indefinitely.

Even unnecessary information moves unconsciously. Even that leaves no room for doubt.

Obvious divergence - difficulty in eliciting deep psychology, for example, if you are hostile. Now Ars had not answered Noir's question. This hit is largely influenced by its original character or by its intrinsic parts.

In unconscious secrecy and conscious secrecy, the latter is easier to extract information.

The exercise of magic cannot be noticed without vigilance such as the opponent covering his surroundings with magic, etc. Some parts of the dark system that interfere with the spirit are repelled because they are difficult to perceive by the other person.

Humans build figures from information they may know, what they think of, their appearance, their voice, and a variety of information from their eyes and ears, and remember them based on them. [Lost Paradise] is there the magic of positioning the person's parents, brothers, loved ones, etc., to build a void.

This [paradise of loss] is magic that interferes directly with the spirit, even in the dark system. It's hard to do magic unless your opponent is defenseless. That also makes a personal difference, but the easiest thing to haunt would be to be clear that there are important people in everything.

I could say that a visaist would be prone to hanging because of the presence of heavier than his own life, such as his wife and Ferrinella. I mean, this magic changes for important people in their thoughts.

The noir that dived into the deep psyche would have been recognized by the visionaries as being superior to his wife and ferrinella. That's the person with the highest ranking regardless of understanding.

So my body unconsciously refuses to put it on my hands.

Hopefully this will never kill for him, even if he does not hang it on his life and on his balance. Killing her won't come true as long as Noir can get in there.

But this magic can't be perfect either. There is no way to prevent an accident that does not even assume that the other person will kill him.

It is a brittle magic that cannot be interrupted if distrust is held during mental interference in the first place.

There is also a limit to the amount of time magic lasts. That memory fades if we don't see each other enough to say how important they are, leaving emotions such as interest and interest. Of course, there are emotions that will not disappear for the rest of your life, but this magic that you are letting interrupt by falsifying is highly informative degradation of the void.

Still, Noir was still sitting in the Ars. Once dived into deep psychology, it is an event as magic, and magic blends in.

That's why it's even more so now if you're aware. There is no way to dissolve it.

Keep your consciousness focused here, and Noir quietly builds a phantom behind Ars.

A black mist shapes a reaper wrapped around a robe. The sickle was drawn and whispered.

"[Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)]"

It was shaken off behind Ars without a sound. A sickle blow by [Reaper's Resentment (Crescent Reaper)] with a blind spot only dropped a few black hair.

Almost instantly Ars kicks the ground and fleshes to the noir. Even the noir, which was expected to slow down, was delayed.

Swirl the Great Sickle and do not allow approaching. But I understand she doesn't have a minute for melee fights herself. Still, this is how I hang out with Ars, who foolishly wants a melee.

You can't kill me.

…………

Words sandwiched between the spears don't even return a gavel. I could take it as heartless, but Ars only saw noir. Predict everything with the movement of your arms without even giving the sickle a glance.

Even so, it is unparalleled. I guess it's also called the border of disconnection. Gradually, the noir also begins to rejoice in the freckles and body.

This intense time and thrill paralysed the jittery and the inside of the body.

- Still.

The results are clear from the beginning. As long as the [Lost Paradise "Situlaquen"] is functioning properly, Ars cannot even make Noir chase the wound, even if he can attack it.

Now we can go beyond an absolute strong man named Ars in the back job.

Noir unfortunately thought it was time to end it. I can't help it if he's funny any more.

Even if you get the title of strongest, you're no match for yourself in the end.

Now, for the first time, Noir can be recognized as one of the others. This is where her life begins. I can establish my own identity. It creates an existential meaning.

I guess this means it will be the best. All children who have undergone a magician development program wander in the shade because of their oversized predecessors.

Maybe it's Noir alone who feels that way. Still, I couldn't dispel the impression that the job that would be turned on me as long as he was around was spilling.

How can I treat myself more brilliantly, vividly, and promptly than anyone else as a preliminary treatment? That's all I could do. My value to Noir was only to kill.

If you think normally, that's because Morocco gives instructions, but it was an intolerable humiliation for a noir who could only live in that world. With the same magician training program, how can there be a difference in ratings?

She was a target in her so that one day they would be possessed by paranoia.

Noir's legs stopped forcefully when he was being pushed.

Even so, Ars can't stick a blade to her skin.

The heavily shaken noir waited for Ars' impasse to say goodbye to his lover.

The knife sticks out, and the time comes...

"Eh!!

When he noticed, Noir was jumping big with a big sickle. Cold blade in cheek.

I don't know why.

Ars can't scratch Noir's body.

(What... never happened...)

I feel something coming from my cheeks. There is also a tingling feeling.

And -.

"It hurts......... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

The pain that was paralyzing returns due to the confusion of the situation and clear superiority and inferiority.

Thing called pain that I haven't felt in years.

The wound inflicted by Molwald was never aware of the pain, even if it was enough to bleed out. Yet at this time, the cut to the extent of the sweep is unusual. It causes pain.

"How can you move!!!

Noir, who shouted out to spit out, felt the pain but immediately thought of it, pulling his cheeks together.

"Haha, that's what you're talking about," he says and goes on like crazy.

"I can't believe I had such an easy weakness, no, because it's you... it's more than I'd expect to make. Senior, you can kill your loved ones fine, too. That's all. That's how I don't feel anything, I can kill it like a task"

"... so?

I still have no fear or expectation in those eyes. It's an inorganic thing that really reminds me of machines. Maybe it doesn't even make me feel like I'm gazing. It wasn't humane enough for the viewed side to be unconscious like it didn't have a focus.

Noir couldn't afford it any more before Ars like that. Having always fought with an overwhelming advantage, she has never tasted a clear crisis in herself, even if she was pleased with a unilateral catastrophe.

Still, the loneliness that would exist only by itself in this world disappears.

I'm not the only one who's crazy. Maybe Ars is crazier.

I think so and wipe the blood that conveys my cheeks with my sleeves.

At the same time that Ars moved out again, Noir felt but leaked the truth as he did.

"Nice......"