Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Ars does what he wants. That's just it, but what we're going to try to accomplish must be punished as his sin. If she lives in people without wanting it, Ars must follow the rules again.

"I don't mind. However, if I may correct one thing, there is an alpha now because Master Cicernia wanted it. I guess this was a good idea. I like [Fallen], too, and I took care of him. You're too good, I'm still beating you."

With his glaring eyes narrowed, Ars wrapped his soft air around him and made a declaration of defeat. But its mouth has an uncontrolled smile.

"But what we ask of the people as times shift also changes. I guess that doesn't have to make the threat known to vary. But I didn't like this sky until the end."

Ars looks up at the sky with a bitter smile. The video that flows the same way still makes me uncomfortable.

Whether it's real or fake, maybe something doesn't change. Still, this false sky covers the world and isolates the real world.

That's why I think.

"It's okay now. You don't have to pretend not to see it anymore. I'm sure it's acceptable. I'm sure you can face the threat...... you made a country like that, didn't you?

It was a casual word, but that pierced Cicernia's chest deeply. It's like the effort paid off, it's like it's done.

To him who praises himself for his disappointment. Cicernia deeply regretted the lack of any more gratitude and the fact that he would do more than this. Shizuku on his eyeball a little late to notice, when he took it off with his finger before it fell off.

"And naturally. Besides, I think this will clear me up if I don't have to stick around a lot."

Cicernia aimed to be the most influential of the seven countries because [Babel] was there.

Humanity's greatest sin is her sin at the same time, because she understands that it takes Babel more than anyone else to curse and hate shackles from generations past and refuse to remove them themselves.

"I just do what I want. I believe that will lead seven countries in a good direction as a result. That must be why you sent me."

"... how did you know?"

Without even trying to hide it, Cicernia explored why he had reached himself. I didn't originally try to hide it. It was hard to cut out, but I didn't think we'd talk from Ars.

As a result, I replied in the form of an inquiry.

"When I came to Babel before, you looked like you were new in. From there, naturally, I seemed to anticipate internal making, etc., but that's just not something that I would accept even if I anticipated to the end of that research. At the same time, I got certainty. What Crokel told you is correct... If so, how could Babel and I have done it? This is simply visible if you string history together. This Arzecil continent was originally inhabited by the royal family of Artzeites. Then there will inevitably be some alterations in the history books."

Looking at the sky in the void and through the boulevard, in front of the metastasis gate, Ars looked back and raised his finger.

In the meantime, Cicernia was so silent that she didn't even know if she was listening to any reactions blocked.

"Babel's construction is a hundred years old, but this is a funny story. Wall protection should be deployed as a babell from what was originally built. In other words, seven countries were created before [Babel Tower] was built. This solves a lot of problems. It must have been since the arrival of Kronos, as history has shown. Then why did you change the building that should have existed in the first place to Babel..."

Some blurry, distant tower in sight... no, we can't put the whole thing in sight within this survival zone.

"It's unsolicited speculation, but it's most powerful that the demons came from the south. If so, why is the escape route on its way here to Arzecil continent without hesitation? Of course, I'm not saying this theory is correct. However, if I found the White Tower at the end of my escape... that would have been equally reflected in God's message. If there was no place on earth to escape, you would have fled to the sky, a lofty tower climbing into heaven, which you called Babel."

It doesn't matter if it's a hit or not. It's just speculation. Because there is no way to make sure of it.

Once you know what's inside even though it's such a vast amount of information, the speculation you can make begins to be realistic.

"What was the building called the Tower of Babel in the first place... as he said it was originally a research facility... then it is natural to see that the starting point was definitely moving at the initiative of the Aalzeite family. Just a demon appeared before the study was on track. I don't know which comes first."

"That's right. I'm wondering if the demon outbreak was caused by that research facility."

If you think about it normally, it's certainly a reasonable place. But even if it was, the discovery of the first demons is far from the Azecil continent, even in places. No, I'm just saying that's how it's communicated.

Besides, the speculation Ars has made just suggests possibilities, confirmation and so on is nowhere else.

Assuming that is the case, mankind would have been exposed to demonic threats for far more than a hundred years. Nor does anything exist to describe it. No, rightly so, it should be said that it does not exist in the current seven Member States.

Maybe the clues are in the outer realm where the demons bounce... they are buried in the former land.

One thing I can say is that there's nothing to support her concerns or Ars' speculation.

She wagered because she stepped on that if Ars were to lead us to a solution to a problem that Cicernia couldn't handle.

That's why I sent all the information I had about Babel. Cicernia sensed it the moment she stepped into Babel. That decision is too much for people... No, it's not. I thought it was up to those who bled to make those decisions.

She tried to get as much access to Babel as possible by herself in a cage in the palace's private room all the time.

"The truth is uncertain, and we don't have the art of making sure of it. Either way, there is no question that the research was demon-producing… Still, it can be assumed that for a long time people gathered in the seven countries now in search of salvation, naturally, directly behind the Azecil continent is where it occurs"

Sisernia with her mouth caged every time she said something.

But Ars opened his mouth just wondering if it was something he was going to wait for.

"Let's not look back on the past. It's not beneficial. Now more than that..."

"I know. You need to wake up from your dreams, that's what you're trying to say."

Silently nodding Ars, Cicernia leaked a fine sigh as the wind blew, leaving for one breath to smile.

I guess the damp story signaled so far.

View and signs of riding the transfer gate and switching.

The air boils as if the wind were dancing, the sound of twitching and bouncing as if stroking the tympanic membrane. They were not directed at the two of us, but there was definite peace there.

It's the way it should be because it doesn't change - the city is there.

Paved road serpentine on a small high hill. middle class, commonly referred to as the Civic District. It is [Beliza] the most vast area in the Alpha.

"Let's go, Ars."

And in defiance of repeated advice, Cicernia pulls Ars' hand and runs out in momentum.

Fortunately, the second fry of falling didn't happen, but in [Fallen], she just ran her gaze intriguingly, ending the discouraging story.

Signs turn to something soft like a recoil to that.

In short, Cicernia has not been fashionable just to talk about that.

Because it doesn't change, I've come to see the alpha now with my own eyes - I've come to burn it.

"Wait, just in time..."

"Shut your mouth when you say such wild things."

Looking back, Cicernia puts her finger on Ars' lips with an innocent grin.

"This is the Führer's order - the last."

With her worries on her eyes, she uttered words she wanted to weigh against her smooth mouth, not as a symbol of this country, but as the head of one.

That's right. Before Ars is also an order of the Führer, I can't find a word to say no if she says so to me face to face. There's a look there that lets you swallow all the words no matter how much of an argument helps her right now.

The words even Ars uttered were "as you wish" in a shuddering mix.

"Okay, Ars -"

Cicernia as it moves away from Ars' hands to reproduce. She turned gracefully as her gripped hand unraveled and her overlapping fingertips rose in the wind as she unfortunately left.

Is this evidence that the glossy, flickering hem is turning better than earlier?

Stunningly and satisfactorily spin, "I don't know," picking the edge of the hem. I felt no difference in the words I would hang on her, trying to end in failure or success.

"It looks good on you."

Now I let Ars throw up words that would not precipitate. On the contrary, she is so beautiful that I can't find any other words to describe her - she was so beautiful that she was so relieved.

No matter how magnificent and fantastic the scenery is, it makes her re-establish herself in front of her transcendent sophistication.

This is the second time Ars has tasted the feeling as if his soul could fall out. The first time I saw her at the Symphony ceremony - and this is the second time......

The way she looks too human apart, above all her very existence is a goddess. No, there was even a verse that was already idolized.

But her casual doubts raised on the pretense give a glimpse that she is a hard man.

"And I don't know if this is a little hot... I've never touched the wind or the climate outside. I don't think so, but it's not physically harmful."

Because he asked with a serious face, Ars even thought I'd pass by and say one of the sarcasms.

"I don't have that. Is that where the army is sending its magicians? Then I'd like you to work harder."

"Ah! That's true too...... I wonder how many times you think you've soaked up the ceremony?

"Well, you don't remember after the second time"

"Thirteen times. Thirty is crap if you put together anything other than a medal ceremony. The Head of State said it was a lesson to give immediately..."

The two go through the city of Beliza, pinching such conversations.

That's what the footsteps bouncing around like women everywhere were coming and going separately here and there. Looking at the showroom, I peeked in to eat, and the stall seems to be ordering up to Ars' share.

Regardless, every time she moved a step, a spectator looking away followed her, filled with colored exhales.

All this time it seems as if the fake skies shown, the winds and even the temperatures all revolve around her.

As he has forgotten the passage of time somewhere, Cicernia indulged in recklessly enjoying being the Führer.

By the time we arrived at the transfer gate over time, it was well past the scheduled time set by Ars.

And the transfer to Babel, accessible only to the Führer.

The white tower filled with sight at once stands magnificent.

He boarded the pick-up carriage and while it rocked, Cicernia closed her eyes and did not utter a word. Are you mindful, prepared for yourself, organizing those kinds of things? It also seemed to be spiritually united somewhere, but its expression was stiff and I felt the usual closeness she emitted.

After a gentle parking, Cicernia opens her eyes with a thin glance when she gives a respectful signal of arrival.

"Let's go, Ars," I told her just one word. She bravely stepped down and pulled it out to smooth the strings of hair clasps tied in two.

I walk out toward Babel so that I can take every step of the way without taking my hair up as an object.