Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Dark and gloomy indoors. There are only a few people present in the large mansion, including servants. The night book begins to descend as we approach at dusk. Still, the interior never lights up, and the tranquility drops a dark shadow.

An unusual smell was paralysing my nose.

The interior has no rough appearance, as if many people working here had disappeared in mass numbers.

It is said that the number of servants working here, the number of guards and their total number is close to 100, but now you won't find a shadow even if you look out the window.

This mansion, which is relatively close to Babel, is only allowed to inhabit those who deserve the right status. No, this place already laid down humans who could live for generations.

The northern Hydrange, its Führer's Mansion, was sadly creepy.

One, a person sitting on a lavish chair with their feet together. Slowly the figure slowly drops into darkness after a sunset without being slightly moving.

Who did you send it to, the man who took off his glasses from behind him like that just threw those glasses away and opened his mouth with frying.

"That sounded good inside."

"How dare you make me one of the bad guys..."

"You can't help it. I'm only in a conflicting position."

The man who came out of the costume room only turned his face as he tightened his belt. There were only three of them on this occasion, and only two of them were uttering words.

"No way. A leader is just a clown."

"It was a famous act. Nevertheless, how come they don't learn. They don't betray their hot-hot expectations. It suits you, Mekfis... No, Master Rafsenal."

"Just kidding, taking in such a fool is a stain of my life."

The appearance of Mekfis, who did so, is Rafsenal himself, making him want to take off the wasteful and heavy outfit he dressed to be able to become him as soon as he can.

As Mekfis tightened the door to the costume room, the vibration passed and the neck of the man sitting in the chair fell to the floor with Goron. I don't know where it rolls. Head, that stops turning this way. The eyes that were opened were roughsenal, who had been at the Führer's meeting until the other day.

"Please dispose of it."

"I still didn't hate him. It's really easy to handle. I shake my head without wondering if I'm still in the new world. So..."

It was Croquel who floated an abusive light in the dark. His eyes had emerald-like clear colors, and he saw a slight line that could be taken both as a pattern and as a letter to be carved inside. That doesn't give those who see the emotion of emotion, I'm sure they don't think anything, they don't feel anything. Those were the eyes.

Crokel began to clench his fist with a grin on his mouth with an innocent smile gently opening and closing his right hand.

Then he rolled over. The body sitting with it sounds vacillating and disturbing indoors and compressed. Blood squeezed like a waterfall on the floor.

A few seconds later, Goton and two spheres that were left behind rolled.

"Yes, cleaning done"

"No, it's Bishavisha."

"Well, that's good. It's at least a pity that he existed. It's the rest of us. than that."

"This one will be fine. A circular should already be in place for all units. And the appointment of a new governor."

"Nice. Really good, 'cause there's too much scraps in this world. It's the limit, if we don't hurry, yes, we won't hurry."

Yes. Mechfiss questioned Croquel, who grumbled. I don't need to come here and hurry up or anything. Because no one can stand in the way - because it's already too late.

"Quick..."

"What is it?

Croquel thinks Pocan toward Mekfis, who asks. It doesn't come out immediately. As if I don't have any memory of what I said.

"Is that it? What's the rush?

"Even if you ask me."

"We've come this far, there's got to be nothing..."

Mekfis sighs at the joke mix on Crokel tilting his little neck. Certainly it is not interesting to see more people obstructing his noble goals any more.

That's for sure. It was still uncomfortable to give a reason for that, but I guess there's no point in coming here and arguing about it.

"Well no. It's about time."

"Looks like you're here."

Looking out from the mansion room, a group of people dressed in black robes with a loose and familiar body appear in the dark. There will be 50 of us even if we look at it. This isn't much, but it doesn't help much to actually take them.

So Crokel against a new person appearing in the corner of the room.

"I've got this one. Play proper. Come on."

"Accepted"

That's all the answer would be a man. The Lord of voices who makes a stern impression is silent.

The actors are all here. The brown giant who came out at the beginning overlooking arrives at the end and looks up at this one just because he can't wait for a giddy gaze like a beast.

"You're all set. Shall we go, then? Now it's our turn to hunt... because we'll be waiting and we'll be done soon"

Krokel's gaze as he scratched his hair and revealed his eyes was far away and directed towards the outside world. The last word uttered was a whisper that no one would ever hear, and it was not uttered in person consciously either.

Then he went out to the terrace of the room upstairs, and Croquel and Mechfis jumped frying down in myriad gazes. Columns that can be broken left or right.

"How can you be lawfully assaulted?"

Hazan, the big man who stops by at one step's stride, rubs his neck with his scratchy arm. "It's been a long time since I've had a tingling death match," he breathes.

"I guess you haven't forgotten that."

"Ouch. As I was told, I learned how to use it. What's going to happen?"

"It's a pleasure to try it."

Is Hazan holding it against his hips or with a rocky hand from the top of his robe? Mekfis walking behind Krokel on the harshness of its handling frowns and warns.

"For once, it's the hardest container, but you can crack it if you handle it abusively."

"I'm sorry about that. Thank you. I'm losing my temper. I've been nagging for days. This way."

"You're in trouble"

"It's okay. 'Cause we're almost there."

Crokel distorts his mouth nigga. I went to the center and stopped my leg. You don't have to look over to feel it, the crazy gaze of these rough people.

And mouth the opening signal.

"Create and change this false world full of deception. Let's talk about it as a first step, a monster hunt. The darkness flips. Shall we start here... purify?"

The gaze was placed on a protective wall that seemed to look far away and separated the outside world.