Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Season in late autumn. The cosy temperatures have remained the same for half a century.

But this time of the day the cage protecting man was removed: all those who lived in the seven countries were deprived of consciousness, and the breath of life became a strong wind from far away, rushing through the seven countries.

The filters stretched out in the world unravel like a bug. But everyone was blinded by the Ethereal Dome that appeared from beneath it, and turned their faces far above the horizon.

There are even those who take in the tasteless, odorless air that rushes through and swallow it.

But I stopped and looked up at the sky to feel the breeze all over my body.

The sun, which emitted a light never seen there, was letting the sun shine. Even if his eyes glare, there are even those who desperately attempt to see it.

Anyway, to them, the sun is only a round mass that emits light. So I was overwhelmed with great wonder that even if I knew it in knowledge, a little gentle warmth would overflow from the core of my body.

Still, it's not something to repel, but to instinctively realize that gratitude means that people should… have returned to where they should be.

He said the unraveling of the protective wall made a scene decades after that.

Were we anticipating this, there was not so much disturbance that appeared in the countries, but rather sedated? It's unknown to Ars, who was putting his energy into research in the outside world, but in every country he repeatedly explained to the public beforehand about Babel's shutdown.

Life expectancy soon, he said.

Regardless, Ars, who was also thinking after the protective wall was unraveled, placed a pseudo protective wall in each country, so that each country could have made a prediction in advance.

From the beginning, the Führer had no intention of rejecting the removal of the protective wall as a single person. Now that Babel's lifespan is near and even its potency is visibly diminishing, haste recruits.

And, if so, I had to devise an alternative to it. But Babel's structure itself, they couldn't unravel it. At best, they had to focus on placing and nurturing magicians.

So I guess it's the selfish assertion of the Führer that we had to rely on it, that we had to expect it.

Regardless, on the physical side, it is all an action because Ars wanted it, and the reason and reason for it contains little emotion that weighs the Führer.

Weird story, there were many voices who fell ill from changes in the environment due to the unraveling of protective walls and anxiety about strange worlds.

Still - no, by then people had forgotten the real world.

That is why we must abandon our lives in a false world. I'm sure something doesn't change visibly.

But I can only say one thing for sure. That's a reminder, a reminder.

Where we come from and where we are.

If only I knew that, I'm sure the world would spread.

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"Ars...... she is"

Ars told Cicernia, who entrusted him with a desire, only the results he could not affirm and saw.

"You seem to have managed to live. It's just that she has already lived more than half a century immersed in this drug solution. It's hard to understand. I don't know the details, but you probably won't keep them for long. I can still hit it. I can hit my hand."

I just have to treat it from the side of my body first.

I guess I'll have to take you to the healing magicians who kept you waiting. He should be here near Babel by appointment. At any rate, it is difficult to turn in extras to this place, where only the Führer can enter.

Babel's secret must not be told in the future. It must be told off as a lofty wall.

Then it is necessary to continue to maintain its nobility, and the presence of a magician who has learned the secret is surely unnecessary.

Turning back outside Babel, looking up at the unusual sky, Ars closed his lid deep only once. A healing magician was waiting in a remote position, some of which appeared to be Lynne.

Ars deposits Latifah with Haorg.

A step from within Babel would allow us to indulge in a changed world, but Cicernia hesitated to take a nasty step.

If you take her hand so forcefully and pull, the intention is easy and the feet step on a new world.

"How about that?

"You're really cold............... but it's kind of warm"

Everyone on this scene was experiencing the contradiction.

Large, deep breaths repeated, fresh air never felt fills the lungs. Cicernia's expression unraveled in its sobriety.

"It's not bad."

"Yeah, you'll figure it out somehow. What You Said"

The distinction between authenticity and fake should not be made. Creating wasted separations makes us dissatisfied with the status quo. That's not good for greedy people.

Still, when it comes to the fundamental idea of what humanity fights for and aspires to, I guess it's exactly what we're feeling right now.

Maybe the present structure, which is part of the world and where only humans are excluded, is still the future closed. Once again, Ars felt that way.

And seeing Cicernia and the Heads of State who sympathize so much, I gained the certainty that I was not wrong. At the same time I felt something filled up in Ars just a little bit.

You can describe that as a joy, or you can call it a fullness, because I guess there's no phrase that fits into such an ambiguous emotion - it's just that I don't feel bad.

Ars unwrapped Cicernia's hand, thinking it was bad for Cicernia, who felt stunned, and corrected his posture with majesty. The sound of aligning the feet as military personnel do against those in sight rips the air.

This is her job.

Once he sees Ars, Cicernia tells him to laugh somewhere bitter.

"That's really good. Even knowing no one wants it."

Cicernia confirmed anxiously and Ars responded instantly. But Ars' hand, which she greeted, turned directly in the front, was assembled behind her, and she could not grip again.

"Nobody else, because I want it myself."

"Yes... you did from the beginning. Thank you so much, Ars."

She forces herself to hold the edge of her clothes to regret having let go of her battle hand, and her face replaces that of the Führer.

Tight air stroked the sesame grass, and a clear voice transmitted the atmosphere.

"Ars Regin... I can't believe I told you this the second time"

To quiet the trembling lips, or to involve the lower lips, he leaks his breath out loud once.

As a witness, the heads of state also lined up their ears.

"I finally beat you"

Without being picked up the words of Ars, who vomited and vomited, Cicernia uttered word for word - lest the uttering mouth spin any extra words to pull him off.

"In the name of the thirty-second Cicernia il Artzeit, we hereby take Ars Regin as our special honorary discharge…"

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- That's a draw.

I finally overflowed that in my heart. I didn't expect you to come here and [Special Honor Discharge].

If the Heads of State also do not pinch their disagreements, Ars has no choice but to take it. I thought removal, expulsion, and such so-called [disposition] were reasonable, so I have to surrender with just as many Ars as I can to this.

"Sincerely..."

Still, I felt sorry for her expression. Even though I signed up from Ars, it still doesn't seem to let me carry the Sisernian sin - the sin of all mankind.

Slowly bowing his head, Ars returned his license to Cicernia.

The license to prove the strongest magician goes back to the Führer. When she received it with both hands, she made her lips touch Ars' cheeks to fall in, saying, "Come home at any time".

"There's no more medals, is there?

Cicernia hides her mouth with a license with a glossy and seductive look on her face. With tears reflecting an empty color at the edge of its smiling eyes, the wind grabs.

"I am honored."

Ars also smiles and cuts back.

I guess it's not bad. This one is a lot lighter than the heavy medal you put on your chest. The meaning is also conveyed by tremors.

That's why Ars thinks. It turns out I'm what I need to be. He said that this country, which embraces me as an individual, rather than being tied up as a force of war, is the home of Ars - a good place to go home.