Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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World confusion. A place where people crossed continents from continent to continent and crossed mountains for even a safe land reached the end. More than thirty years after peace suddenly marked its end.

Just wandering memories. A city where overflowing people have turned themselves into great nations and have to accept it. The rapid increase in the number of people was also gradually scattered, but it was still the current situation that had not been well maintained in various ways.

Absolutely separated, the boy pulled his sister's hand and wandered further in the big city where he reached across the city. There are no friendly adults who can teach us the art of living without an edger to rely on.

I don't know what you said about those kids...... it's hard to spend the day begging if they were pests, garbage, or even begging.

Today was a whole day, just a day at the edge of the road, asking for coins and food for someone to throw at me.

I'm only allowed to live trying to hide in the shadows of the boulevard to see who sympathizes with me. The boy didn't want to draw sympathy, he didn't want to live that way. Still, if you don't do anything, people's bodies stop being active. Because the power of will alone cannot live.

I don't even feel that shame anymore. The boy abandons his resistance to pulling pity, and today is a day of mercy for someone to keep him alive.

They are the ones who bathed themselves in a life illuminated by light. From them like that, I guess a kid like a boy is only a tattoo above his eyes. Because the only way to take it is to steal it.

As in another world if we take a step back from the bustling market, the boys who similarly encountered the situation come out on the table and take away the food.

It's a childish idea to attract a small amount of attention and steal into that gap, but I guess it's not a praiseworthy issue if that fills your belly as an achievement of the day.

But the boy had a sister. He is always a brother who draws his sister's hand and shows his way ahead. Fish leftovers and desperately frighten things. He always gave priority to his sister to eat the food he had earned.

I'm sure something a little better would fill my empty stomach if I stole it, but the boy never let go of his sister's hand.

Because this hand is going to make my sister's way.

"Latifah, watch your step, there's waste material."

"Yeah! I'm fine, brother"

The dry lips are cut off as if they were filled, and every time I open my mouth, I tremble over Latifah's closed eyelids. All the time, new wounds are on my legs again.

To show you the way if you look at it, I wouldn't say anything if I just hooked my leg up to my brother who directs me.

He said once you make a scratch, it's hard to heal.

If I even had an infection............ I think so, but I felt like I had seen one end of the abandonment behind my sister's smile on the boy.

A blind sister cannot live without a boy who is her brother. And my sister knew that my brother had made himself a priority and spent the last few days deceiving and deceiving only with water. It is commonplace to spit a thin falsehood that "half" seems to be wazzy about not having eyes.

Only my brother's voice gives warm color to my vision in the dark. That's why I get it.

Latifah began to think about death all the time because he knew the process leading up to someone's death. Whether the hearing and smell developed instead of the eyes, they were able to sniff it off. The strange smell of people approaching death - so I didn't open my mouth even if it hurt.

At least I have the resistance, the luggage of myself, but I find my brother getting weaker every day for it. Many times I pray in my heart that my brother will let go of this hand.

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Something familiar with the clear outside air if you are a magician. The sight to be had is a reminder of gratitude and sorrow.

That's why a magician can't be unaware. It was easy to imagine how high level magic would have been unleashed in this area. It's a previous issue of perceiving sparkling empty particles.

Its remnants, which have finished their role as magic, descend into space, yet also like stardust.

particles that are not dictated by the concept of being a substance, but fill a belt so much that inhalation is hesitant. The remnants of magic are like burning scum, so to speak. gradually blending into the air. It produced far more than disappearing remnants.

It's like a magic war. I guess there's nothing else to describe it as. The magic of countless interactions is something that doesn't even make you exhale, and that doesn't show any signs of interruption, as you'll see from the fact that the two emitting are almost intact.

Nobody can stop it, and I don't even think about stopping it.

Ningro, as far away as I could see trying to watch, I had to feel in danger. Such a battle.

The two stopped hands together at a stage where they proved that the magical offense, which seemed to last forever, could not be fatal to each other.

As if he wanted to spit, Ars rubs his shoulder and assures him.

"That's a fucking depressing eye."

Without such outrage, Krokel said tauntingly, "Well, we dated. I wonder if I could let you hear the answer," he says floating away. To the question itself, he said something worthwhile apart from the emotions that make him float somewhere.

Als breathes and talks once in a sigh. Looking at Croquel's blue eyes, he exhales abominably. It would be a good opportunity to launch this rigid battle if you would listen.

And it would be useful information if Crokel would be polite enough to answer the analysis of what they did.

Als himself knew that was a pale one. Because I can analyze the phenomenon just by mouthing it as I see it and as I feel it.

"Rewrite the magic that made it up, right?

Soft faces push out sunny emotions, as if the child had solved the innuendo. It's a face that even feels impressed through interest.

But it's still inconceivable for Ars that this is the right thing to do.

Magic consists of magic as a source. In other words, something that is also structured by personal information. In short, I can inhibit the magical composition, but I can assure you that it is impossible to rewrite it.

It is the magic that belongs to it that can interfere with the magical composition, and it can only be done by magic.

So this is a power of another quality.

"[Hequatra's Binoculars]"

"You really are amazing. Because you follow stories that don't seem real. Hequatra's blue eye may just be something someone came up with on their own......"

"You idiot, there's a Salam ship's eye in Providence's eye. You can't just frown and spit."

"Well, you saw Ilyis' eyes. Heh, I thought there was something there, but I can't believe I knew that much... Yeah, right. You're right. I'm the only one who has the expression for Hequatra's blue eye."

"Then why is it called the Magic Eye that rewrites magic?"

I see, Krokel has a slightly more tearing grin on his cheek.

"I flushed that. Rumors of the Devil's Eye spread instantly after spreading the material a little bit, didn't they? The Devil's Eye existed more than it did in Tai Chi. So much so that they used to call him a messenger. In the end, they said they would express themselves and show their fortune in exchange for death. [Salam's Ship's Eye] That's the representative of life. There was something about Providence, but it just seems to be the case."

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Ars can't immediately find what it means to spread the word. A demonic eye was subjected to some kind of compulsory protection. No one should be dumb enough to name themselves after that.

Not to mention, basically, the demonic eye brings considerable suffering to the expressionist when expressed, leading to death. There are also rare examples of this, so I can't determine how far I should trust it.

"You were there to find your compatriots. Of course, it didn't make much sense because we didn't even know the demon eye until it was expressed. You can't die right away."

"Then you..."

Blocking Ars' doubts, Krokel suddenly changed the subject.

"Then what about [Ethefolue's lacquered eyes]? My [Hequatra blue-eye] can see magic in color and symbols. You don't have to touch your hand to find out that the information you built is in your hands."

Pickly Ars' eyeballs show a reaction. It was incredible in itself that he had so much knowledge of the Devil's Eye, and it seemed like something Ars had to hear about it.

Krokel's eyes, which also appear to be brightly extinguished, have strings floating behind his eyes.

"The fog of death, the beast that invites you to death. That's what they said. You know how I feel about eyeballs? [Ethefoe's lacquered eye] in your eyes."

"-!! I don't know"

The creepy grin looked at Ars with eyes that seemed to see everything through.

Above all, it was Ars himself who was most surprised. Speaking of which I've never suspected at all, it would be a lie. It's a force that was originally being studied as an alien.

It was only obvious that something that could not have been elucidated in a legitimate way, or at least in modern magic and alien-related research. We only know that there is no such thing as a total loss of magic information or conforming [lost characters (lost spelling)].

That's where I passed the back of my brain when I got a chance to study Lynne's demonic eye. That the [lost characters (lost spelling)] that emerge in her eyeballs do not match what exists and cannot be read.

"You can't be sure of anything other than me. But I know you better than you do. You're the Devil's Eye Holder because it proves you're alive."