Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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The classroom landscape at the Second School of Magic is temporarily in a state of confusion, which is what pupils conjecture thoughtfully. That's a rumor about Ars without roots or leaves.

After all, the damage of Luca, which cannot be hidden, ran through the world, and this college was heavily affected by it as well.

Classes at the college kept Tesphere and Alice for a little while, until they were confronted with question-attacks in between instead of opening up to me.

Still, the two don't hesitate to deny.

I can't prevent rumors from spreading when I say it. No matter what they say anymore, the two of them have the determination not to be confused.

I guess that's why I kept making a foolish effort to do what I had to do.

I will be training today... in my usual place.

Nobody's gone, nothing's gone. In that lab.

Read and execute the training manual written with Biscilli wrinkled between your eyebrows. If we can't, we can both think about it. Continue until we can. The two of them have learned so far that it is an emotion that prevents them from growing while being rushed.

So wear it steadily step by step.

But after all, the training offered by Ars cannot be acquired early by them either.

There is no excuse for the haste for not being able to accumulate gradually, and even filling in what to do at times like this, but somewhere the two of us are overwhelmed with laughter.

Lately, long after school, I was entering a time when I wanted to move my body because of the fact that I had a clear cage in the lab.

You guessed that, Alice closed the thick manual.

"We still have time today, so let's go to the training ground."

"Right. There won't be many people anyway, so let's go."

Many students are rigging in vacant classrooms these days because of rumors spreading inside the school with something on their tails and heating up day by day.

For this reason, there are few training areas that you can't take without booking, and few are available these days if you go.

Above all, he was more defamatory about Ars than he could train, and he felt the need to gas out somewhere even if the two of them didn't have anything to say back.

Alice has a golden AWR that has become a huge case.

And thesphere is......

"I want to use this as soon as possible."

Having one like that is the knife-shaped AWR I usually use and the other. It's like a knife. Put it firmly on your hips.

Honestly, Tesphere was nagging because she wanted to use this quickly. Obviously it's treasure rotting on its own right now.

AWR is so strong in habit that I understand it immediately when I first use it.

So much so that I realized for the first time whether there really is such a thing as habit against weapons. Modern AWRs are versatile, including for college lending, and can be used mostly by anyone with a systematic weapon. Of course, the ability to reset the individual's usage history is included in the loan.

Because AWR has features that apply to users, it cannot be reused, while it tends to become familiar with things that are easy to handle for individuals. However, it is the AWR for lending in the College that does not have that function.

Even so, this AWR won't listen to me as if I had a predecessor. It makes me wonder if AWR, which is a stuck inorganic object, has something like a will.

Because there is an incredible phenomenon going on where the AWR reads and the engraved magic formula precedes the magic process she performs at her normal speed.

In other words, it will follow a different configuration from that assumed by Tesfir. It therefore ends in underdevelopment. There's no way Ars could have given me such a defect, so I figured Tesphere would still have a cause for itself.

When I went to receive this, Budona had a really sunny look on her face. So much so that he had a youthful grin that he made it with his own diligence.

But you understood this unwieldiness, and when I gave it to Tesfir, I just said, "Well, good luck."

Within that day, Tesfir understood what it meant.

Ars has given this knife a big name from before production to [Snow Princess "Secchi"] and so on.

Ask Budona, the producer, what it shouldn't be and maybe it will be revealed. But Tesfir didn't seem like the challenge that Ars had entrusted him with.

That's why I wanted to do it on my own, to be honest.

The two of them were coming to training with the intention of making it to this one, including Alice. We couldn't forgive ourselves for being helpless, knowing it wouldn't come true.

Alice begs somewhere to go to get such a temporary respite.

"Right. If we keep going like this, we're not going to make progress."

Understand that when it comes to aerobics, it is still an advance in the matter, or somewhere weak. Training through magic manipulation continues almost as a routine, as described in the manual, so the problem facing the two of us now was to consciously make the configuration from magic to magic.

There are verses in which the modern magician embodies this as an image, although it is inherently in the process of AWR replacing it. Or most magicians fall into this category.

However, when it comes to fine-tuning the strength and weakness of magic, there is no room for intervening in any way, which is the drawback of magical exercise by image.

In other words, it becomes difficult to rewrite magic sequentially. This also has to do with the meeting of [Misty Bonded Erosion "Mistrothein"], which Ars showed Tesfir.

The away move of deliberately canceling during the configuration phase and taking over later configurations.

The magical exercise lets go of the interference between the phenomenon and the achievement of the purpose. Therefore, anything that consciously bases on this configuration can change the configuration itself even after releasing magic. That's even more difficult.

We both sensibly knew that this technology was the next step on the extension line of previous magic manipulations, but we just don't have enough knowledge or experience for the two of us who are students. Not to mention that my experience so far is of little use.

Especially for those who exercise magic with their senses like Tesfir. It was difficult. Extremely.

We're going to take a trip to the training ground, and we're going to take a long walk to confirm our achievements.

But shortly after he arrived at the training ground, he told Tesfir as he raised and lowered his shoulders to the wind that Ciel had finally found him.

That means I had direct contact with the dorm. Of course, it was the deacon of the Favel family, Selva, who hung up.

Immediately, Tesfir, who returns home, is informed of the stunning fact by Selva.

During the day they returned from the Favel family to the college, the Oomruina residence, contested in the noble ruling (Tempram), was burned.

Selva has just communicated the facts. There are also signs from that tone that I don't really want to convey.

Between Tesphere and Isle there is a certainty that cannot be wiped even after victory. I guess I cared about that.

Currently, it means that Isle took his life in a military hospital.

"Lady, the Oomruina family, our lord, Lord Moroteon, has died. Almost all burnt bodies have now been identified at the Oomruina family, including our Lord, no, leaving Lord Isle behind. Just... some of them... '

Tesfir's power to push a card-shaped receiver against his ear was stronger than expected. Words don't come out.

Even though he was hostile, he didn't hate them as much as he wanted to kill them.

That's why the shock shook Tesfir's shoulder. The autopsy showed that someone had killed him before he was burned.

And -.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Thank you, Selva."

My mother probably stopped me. I must have broken my word. I guess that's why Selva hesitated a little to tell Tesfir what she was telling him.

When these naïve stories occur, I'll probably leave the explanation to the bill.

That's what makes the Tesphere horny somewhere, so the bad feeling of not being able to wipe can't get rid of it as quickly as it stains.

The old butler shows her the trials of accepting reality and the dignity of life. I told her thoughtfully because I would make her one magician and face her as my next master.

The butler who placed the receiver looked a little hard. Because I thought she might not have enough time to sort out the harshness and cruelty of reality as an event right after she was shown to be different.

But I'm sure I didn't make that decision wrong. Because she is not alone now.

Froze is still sweet in judging the area out of kindness. If you don't know, that's fine, and the fact is, this is an issue that concerns Froze, who is in charge.

So Froze overflows his sigh against Selva, who has now placed his receiver. I have a sense that he/she has also had his/her role changed.

That also came from the fact that we waited until we finished talking.

"I imitated you."

"No, at times like this, you were running away because I wasn't sure I was going to pass on my emotions"

I guess it's the price of not being able to have a parent-child relationship that should be while having a daughter. I'm going to sever myself from my daughter.

I still stick to my role while I think of it as the next main one. I can't believe Tesfir. I can't let it go.

Flose and Tesfir had too little time as parents and children. She can barely even stand up for you to protect the house, and has kept saying things about magic, about the future, annoyingly if we look at each other.

That makes me regret it now.

Because at times like this, my thoughts as the Lord precede my advice as a mother.

Seeing such a mother's face, Selva shook her mustache.

It's the face of a parent I never showed in front of the Tesphere. I think Selva has seen that a lot lately.

"It's all right, ma'am. That's something we can still get back."

To his strangely compelling words, Froze was to thank the deacon who had smiled bitterly and served "thank you" for many years.