Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

She then masterfully manipulates the ten lines drawn to her hands as she hurries, moving her fingers and waving her arms.

He looked like he was dancing, but the screen was switching brilliantly.

"Ha, ha, Beric, don't miss me because I'm going back to my past history now"

"Okay!

I didn't know why an object named Babel was built in the first place, it was Bellick, but now I had a feeling this was going to be a clue to something, along with an unpleasant sweat telling my back in this cold air.

Cicernia has also never used this power before because of the sins held by this Artzeite royal family. I didn't want to use it if I could, and I didn't want to see it.

So I'm sure this is something she had to be prepared to bear at the time she became head of state.

Whatever you put aside in the Aalzeite family, you were first required to master this power. She herself, at a young age, had some thoughts about this power and had explored what she could do.

This [melodist] called force was only for manipulating the tower of Babel. I was trying not to think about what it was for, but I can't even delude you anymore.

One perspiration after another rises on Cicernia's forehead at the loss of magic in her body. Her fingertips stopped feeling like frostbite and her arms began to tremble gradually.

Even though we have to concentrate, Cicernia, who has abhorred this power itself, takes it upon herself.

In the end, he said he couldn't put an end to this cause either.

"Kuh!! Already... da, me..."

The line of light disappears from Cicernia's hand, which broke his knee gakungly, and disappears as the hologram switches the screen.

But at the end of the day, Beric opened his eyes.

I must ask her some questions, but that must be a statement that goes beyond the position of Führer and Governor General. The first thing I showed you was history. That's a profile with pictures.

Pretty fine stuff. Moreover, various things about physical information occupy it, which is also comparable to the amount of data hung on military precision machines.

The data I was able to confirm is probably about 70%. The dates even date back more than 50 years.

Cicernia looked back with signs of magic depletion on her face as she coughed roughly.

"Beric... what's the harvest?

The gaze, the fact, her body can't stand this power that would make her ask if it would be her last chance. I'm sure that's because it wasn't originally provided.

However, this old general was able to respond with his chest stretched to that seemingly disappearing question.

"Without a doubt...... now I have a star, but there is something I cannot solve. If this data is correct, his real age is strange if it's not over 50. But......"

I didn't know what they were saying, but Cicernia was going to answer Bellick's question over this period. This is just for the two of us in the first place.

I thought it was bad for Bellick, but I revealed it. I guess I didn't want Lynne to know any more. Because maybe he hated himself.

"What do you mean?

Cicernia revealed to Bellick no doubt because he needs his enormous amount of knowledge. Above all, he's the only one who knows Ars' childhood.

So instantly Cicernia couldn't understand what Bellick was saying.

What the hell did he see?

Bellick tells her that the deep wrinkles are thicker. Things should go in the right direction if we think about later. Still, Beric sees this and pushes evil. Nor is that at the level of evil push, etc., almost close to certainty.

It may not be the case now, but what you have to ask anyway. That means that the weakening of Babel's protective wall is probably due to information and food differences that the Heads of State have at their disposal.

The protective wall is weakened by expanding the range. There should be no doubt about this because I feel it on my skin. But if Babel is the creation of man in the first place, what is its driving force?

Bellick shook his head just because no more thought was needed now. It's never too big a problem to keep it in one corner, it's hard to push it hard.

First of all, it's about Ars.

"I was still right to leave Teresa alone"

What's more, it's really convenient to have Letty ready to move. Later it's a backwards relationship, but this isn't too late to move.

"Hey, aren't you here to leave me? I still did my best with this!?

"-!! My apologies, Master Cicernia"

Exactly. I'll have to share the information before I go up to the office. Because whoever might be listening.

Either way, soon she doesn't seem to be able to move either. No, the sooner you can, but the more you get up and lie in bed, the less pale you look.

But you perceived such concern. Cicernia rushes ahead, "Fine."

"Okay."

Beric didn't just get certainty from looking at it himself. I have to check it, including the area. At the very least, if we're going to leave the secret intact, which she won't reveal, we should leave the judgment to her.

Beric takes off his jacket, lets him weave his feathers on her stripped shoulder, and then tells him everything he sees.

"There's something here I need to check first. As far as I know, there were two streams of footage: Ars and melon, is this what you wanted to show me?

"I knew.................."

I frowned between my eyebrows with a small, difficult face as I let the sweat pass on whether my concerns were centered.

And open your mouth as you have decided. The trembling throat won't be just because of the cold. Because she herself felt a great deal of the repentance of mouthing this.

"Ars is definitely Babel's subject"

――――

It was Bellick who was increasingly losing track of something called Babel. The shock is handing down strings that were obscure at the same time. I have anxiety that I can't even respond to.

Cicernia leaps her thoughts as she tries to bite her nails and says, "You must have noticed, too, Beric. That it was too unnatural to take action on Klama," he recalls.

"Absolutely."

If Klama doesn't know about the anomaly about Ars, then there's no such thing as certainty. For that occasion, I didn't feel the prudence with which Klama had rubbed through the hands of every country.

That discomfort is all the more so because it's Beric.

Naturally, I haven't revealed everything about Ars' abilities. Footscratch that even if it sucks, including the one about magic, if it's Ars.

Regardless, each single magician must have noticed. That has to be everything. But on that occasion, Beric was focused on making people think he had revealed everything.

Only Cicernia would have noticed that careful consideration of him.

Unknown abilities are still present in Ars. I should have been impressed. That's why I had great doubts about the assertion of the man who mechfishes.

It also convinces me by looking at the information on the subject that Cicernia showed me.

Another person besides Ars......

If you try it in time, it hasn't taken a few minutes.

"Beric, I'll correct you. The non-Alpha Führer has limited access to Babel, though. I'm the only one who can interfere with the system."

Beric nods at the confirmation words. No problem so far, just as I was asking.

But with a bright blue face, Cicernia novelled and let her try to be strong.

"Totally magicians are buckets of shit."

"Is it?

I guess she's never experienced that using magic is such a fatigue. Maybe that was referring to the extreme state of depletion.

Cicernia's throat rises and falls to moisten her dry throat.

"Naturally, I have access to the main system, as I've just seen, and I can get into Babel. There are inlets there that cannot be seen from the outside, but there are multiple bulkheads in the aisle. That said, I've never been in before, but your father... I don't know."

"Then Babel's secret is inside..."

"Well, once I have the finest access permissions too, I can grasp some of it. But it didn't work."

"What is it?

"I can't get into Babel where I'm supposed to get in."

"Duh, what do you mean! I don't have the guidelines."

"There are a few things to explain in order."

Forced to laugh is what makes her feel like she really wants to. There was shame in wanting it to be trivial.

"Originally only the royal family of Artzeit could enter Babel. But, you know, when I realized this authority, I couldn't open all the bulkheads, even if I had access. That's the only place where the approval code had been changed to refuse to break in, I think it's only a few meters from the entrance I'd let in... if I'd known this was going to happen sooner... for the first time in my life I resented my father. I can't believe I can't do anything but leave something like that behind."

Gilli rubbing his teeth together weakly, Cicernia regrettably closed her eyelids and wept over her eyes. When it comes to access privileges at their finest, there are few things you can do substantially, not just bulkheads. It was originally made so that it could not be manipulated remotely, to the extent that it is adjusted to the minimum current protective wall required, and browsing is the limit even if it can be accessed later.

Bellick can't even make a guess when he sees it.

Babel, who she is, is a lofty wall that has protected humanity to this day. So there's probably something I don't know, but it wasn't all he didn't know either.

"Dear Cicernia, the 31st Head of State, Mr. Clowney, was always concerned about the threat of demons and was constantly speaking of a peaceful world to the next generation."

"Your father?

"Yes, you probably wanted to do something about it by the time Master Cicernia was seated on his former throne. If only you were kinder than anyone else."

Overflowing as he remembered, Beric had a grin that didn't make him feel old. It's like you're bringing back memories so vivid that you don't have a hard time remembering. No, in fact, he was visionary as he sees it now.

Previously, Beric did not hold the position of Governor General, but was quite in a position to just raise his name as a candidate. Is that why he's less likely to consult with each other?

Maybe I was complacent at the time that I stopped at that wise eye.

Although this palace, now many of which will be remnants of the past, has changed its placement considerably, the veranda behind the desk is no different than it was then.

I was also drunk on that qualitative veranda enough to interfere the next day.

Bellick, who is proudly attached to his daughter, was not often pioneered, but if you try now, you won't even be blamed because the daughter he sees was so talented that he wanted to brag about it.

I can now understand the distant eyes that the then Fuhrer Clowney makes to look unexpected. An untrained and repentant look that keeps its shape in that crucible.

What I said in the booze seat, 'No one could possibly make a problem come true in my charge,' had always hooked me up, but at that time, Beric was relieved that I didn't miss hearing.

At the time I thought it was all about the demonic threat, but now that I think about it, I'm sure it's about this.

"Master Clowney probably had to entrust it. Perhaps I would have preferred Master Cicernia to myself. At that time, I finally understood what he said."

"Your father..."

"Lord Hooliva will be the most knowledgeable man around."

A beat and Beric advanced to the young Führer.

"I don't know what this is, and I guess it's something I don't need to know. Still, those entrusted with it are responsible for giving answers."

"This is a random story."

"Right. It's on its own, but now it's going to help us."

"You did..."

"Let's go, Master Cicernia. Whatever our purpose, it hasn't changed since the beginning."

Cicernia took a bitter smile at the thick hand reaching out so. It's the most annoying project I'll have to think about later on about Babel.

But more than that, there is no other way to definitively solve the current problem.

At that stage of switching, Cicernia's expression looked forcefully ahead.

"Thank you, Beric."

"You're welcome."

The old man laying low in his eyes is not worthy of his age and wonders if he could have rewarded his predecessors a little.

"Belik, that's a bigger harvest than I expected. Now we have a great idea how to explore Luther Luca. In terms of the amount of information, this one clearly went up. Let's start by putting that perfume smelling woman up on the mound like an idiot."

Copy that, sir.

"Nice star."

"You're the visaist."

"The executive force."

"No matter, there's no pull. We're bringing Teresa, and we have Letty."

"Just minimal contact, so this one's intent doesn't leak"

"I'll be thorough."

Hence the hand of Cicernia as she ascended the stairs, and was the leading Beric, but she was not weak enough to foot, and Ning Lo, the voice seemed to be making her breasts dance to the turbulent commotion that would take place.

"Later it's time. Phew... I'll hit you and get out, Beric!!