Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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The girl with silver hair moved even her legs by holding her abdomen down and spitting blood repeatedly causing her to lose her blood from her normal white skin.

You won't be able to resist one thing if you even come across a demon like this. Magic power is almost close to the sky, and the brain that just configures it should not move normally.

Still, I only hold the safety of my loved ones in my heart.

That was the only source of power.

The whiteness of her spitting breath shows that she can still move. So move your legs.

That's why I don't close my eyes.

Will he be angry? Tell him I'm running away, and that I disobeyed his instructions.

Still, even Loki has a say. I risked my life to fight for the role I was given. Wouldn't it be nice if you complimented me at all?

and have such pale expectations. Loki would answer this with a full grin if he were to seal his curly, rational words in a nutshell.

"I'm alive properly, so if it turns out, it's all good, sooo!! '.

Now it's all over, and finally Ars can walk his way.

I'm so happy about that.

I'm very proud to be beside it.

I'm proud to stand with you at that starting point.

Look in the direction he looks... align his footsteps... no, I'll only walk half a step back... wait for me to turn around and not lose sight of him as I look at that big back.

Nobody stops him from walking anymore. He orients himself with his own feet, distance himself and walks out with his own power.

Would you mind having yourself a little behind you and adjust your stride? If so, I'm sure glad. I'm so happy, I'm gonna poke my back small and say, "Don't look sweet," with a face I went to at the same time to swell and dye my cheeks.

I regret not being the only one beside me, but I guess I can't help it either. Loki doesn't care who he wants.

If there's a Tesphere and there's Alice, and Ferrinella tries to show her adult spare time and target her tiger gaze, and he wants it there as his own world, I guess it's just jealousy and other trivial emotions.

You don't have to be the best anymore, second or third, if there's a tiny seat there, Loki is fine with that.

That's all I need now.

Will you let me peel off a little bit?

A simple, emotionally prone self. Would he call himself a magician disqualified?

You can say that...... no, it could only hurt a little.

But Loki, who is despicably aware that he will then surely have his hands on his head, as usual, will make his expression bow willingly, all in retribution.

Believe me, I won't be punished for making you a little trouble, and let me be with you as much as I can. Such expectations and hunches are already in front of us.

I want to celebrate with him the freedom he grabbed on his own. No, I just want to be with you. That's all. I want to live in the same world.

I guess I can't ask for meaning in this emotion.

There are words to fit in, but they are overwhelmingly insufficient. The shapeless sound spinning by mouth is not enough vocabulary to spit out in Loki's mind today. You won't be satisfied with one thing. No matter how much time you're given, no matter how much of the same time you spend, you should end up speechless.

I want him to hear all about it, both the key and the trivial, and I want to tell him. I'm sure he's exhausted, greedy, and maybe greedy. Will he forgive me for taking words long without interruption?

Will you be the gateway to this untenable mind?

I'm sure you look difficult, wrinkle between your eyebrows, and gradually pull your cheeks together.

Still, I think he'll listen to me till the end. Because Loki knows he's kinder than anyone, sweeter than anyone, and more lonely than anyone else.

So I want to be by your side.

I want to touch it if possible.

I want to lean in.

That's all.

When you get to the side of a rough land that can't even be called a slightly visible view, you can't possibly restrain your feet from hurting in pain.

Walk along the trunk of a broken giant tree from the middle, and you should be right there if you go around the last tree that blocks your sight.

There are still new traces of combat around here.

You'll be pretty tired, probably waiting for someone to lend you a shoulder while you sit down.

Exactly. It's unlikely to help me right now, and you won't allow me to lend you a shoulder.

So we're both going to wait for help with our faces. Still, I'm going to give you as much as he's going to support you like a resting stop tree.

Loki puts his last drink in his sight like it was a shock, and forces him to scratch his wooden skin.

My knees don't lift anymore so much that the back of my shoe rubs over the ground every time I move my feet.

It was so lame that I laughed bitterly. Though I gained my whole life in Nine Deaths, I am certain that I had the help of Ilyis. You have to become aware of yourself that you are still immature and still grow up as a magician or as a single person.

There's plenty of time ahead of us. Let's get close to him slowly but surely.

Loki shakes off all sorts of pain and worries, and now she's completely out of fashion wanting to see him with a sunny look.

I squeezed my last force and let my body out of the trunk that was blocking my vision.

"Al........................!!

But although Loki squeezed out her voice, that gaze was right at her feet. There was so much there that I couldn't ignore it that I pushed and killed the urge to see him as soon as possible.

My sleeves were chopped a thousand times and my arms, which gave out bright red blood... were dumped as if they were waste.

"Ah... ah..."

The sound of sorrow leaking from the back of your throat so that it can plunder.

How many times is that and the arms and hands that were put on her head. The thought that she couldn't have seen it wrong and the rejection that it was a lie made her pick up her arms.

My throat trembles, my body trembles. My brain bounced out a hunch of its own and showed Loki two letters of fear.

The empty mouth does not block, only the vibrations that leak from the throat tremble towards the universe.

It was horrible to hear it. If he speaks up, Loki understands the consequences. Even though my eyes don't stop looking directly at me, my ears accept it.

Embracing his brightly red-stained arm, Loki begins walking with his gaze fixed on his arm so that he can be thrust into motion with an unwavering foothold.

But her face lifted almost reflexively, as though that were unacceptable.

There was only a reality there that shattered all the expectations that I had of the coming hopes and hunches I had by the time I got here.

Drawing a bright red line over the ground, the person she had scorched was crawling towards somewhere. And I did my best. I don't even have to think about where I was headed. There's a place ahead of him where Loki fought and died until just now - because that's all there is to it.

Pickle doesn't even move. The left arm remains stretched to scratch over the ground.

"No, no... no, no!

Embrace your arms and move your legs in a grump.

Tears had already begun to convey their cheeks as if they had anticipated.

Too different. The divergence between anticipation and reality was uninterrupted. I didn't want to see this sight by mistake. That's why he wanted to die first, even during a bad diet.

This was something I could never give way to. I just can't stand to burn his death into these eyes. It's a far more painful thing than dying.

My chest hurts like it was directly crushed my heart.

It hurts, it's hard.

- Help me, Al.

Looking down at the black back of his head, Loki broke his knee stunned.

And if it's a mistake, I'll shake it with one hand.

"Al, Al, Al, Al..."

I can't feel his warmth called body temperature. Did you bleed out, or left the cross section dyed bright red?

Loki kept refusing, continuing to defy reality, and I guessed.

Still, let him lie on his back and repeat the massage over his chest. It was as if his body bouncing was not that of a person.

It's like I'm training them to be dolls.

Gradually his arms weakened and Loki collapsed over Ars' chest. Crying and whimpering.

But the bouncing sound, there's no vibration.

I didn't want to taste this pain. It makes me feel as if I'm not loved by anyone.

Still, what you offered him should have been something you wouldn't lie about. That should have been my best wish.

With his severed arm gently over Ars' chest, Loki put his arm through his back like he was supposed to and woke up his upper body.

into that gap and realise his weight. I could support him.

Even without a reaction, Loki nevertheless forced herself to smile with a messed up face.

And rub his cheek against his head on his own shoulder.

There's nothing untrained about the world without him. But I held my cold body hard at the end to taste the time that I was in the same world as him.

All his stuff is his, and I'm his. Loki's world turns only for him.

"Let's look around the world together next

Let's fight the world together next time.

More fun awaits next time.

Next... next... I'm sure I'll be beside you from the beginning.

I will make sure you………… "

Turning his left hand to his hips, Loki pulled out the last remaining knife. Nothing is lost in that hand - only that hand is as unrelated to tremor.

I'm sure there's next.

This is all I thought about, and this is all I've ever seen cruel.

For centuries, Loki softly let his red-dyed, trembling lips touch Ars' cheeks, believing that he would surely be connected somewhere even after the passage.

I should have told you sooner. Yes. Include regret and let go of your lips.

"I will find you, I will love you"