Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Cora, main. Nova's gone wild again."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Senior Tesphere"

Keep your head down as the main breath out at the beginning of the threesome. It was followed later by Schult looking troublesome. As far as he's concerned, he's always been like this because he's totally alone and he's been used as a guide. Nevertheless, he appreciated the high level of physical ability of his own noir, and he also understood that he was far stronger than himself.

That's why the three of us know best that explanations are futile. Because if Noir cares about it, there's no way these three can stop it.

And the third was a female student. The girl with long blue hair who makes dough on one side is a freshman who Alice was in charge of on the strength test as well as Schult.

"It's got fione, that's unusual"

The voice that included the unexpected rather than angry belongs to Alice. She is particularly solid among these three, but only today was feeling delayed in dealing with Noir when he ran wild.

Nor is that the role inherently borne by freshmen, so words like scolding like Tesfir do not come to Alice. Nevertheless, it is the main and Fione who admires Tesfir and Alice who bought this role and left. Schult joined the three by chance. It just so happens to be the same lecture to him that Alice, who was familiar with his face, called out to him.

It was also bracketed in a group, and the Socurento family's number one child in the school asked me to do it. Schult's house, which had just moved to Alpha as a nobleman, had no harm in keeping it cordial with the Socurento family, which reigned at the top of the faction. That's only his point. In fact, I just didn't have the courage to say no.

The female student, called by Fione and Alice, lowered her head at the same time as she stopped, hanging a sudden brake with a violent impetus.

"Excuse me, Senior Alice. I didn't expect you to jump off the roof."

"Oh - that's out of common sense around there. I mean, even if Nowa can do it, you can't do it. Because when others imitate it, it's dangerous."

"That sounds beautiful..."

You imagined the upside after the fall, Tesfir raised her voice even in the noise of such a noisy sentiment. The tone still seeps something close to sighing for a minute based on a predecessor named Ars.

"You can't be careless again, can you? I can't even imagine!

"... that's true, too."

Has Noir seen a divergence of perceptions, as Ars had previously held for a moment only? The differences in the world that we have seen in the first place make our values separate from the roots. That's why Noir changed his opinion on the affirmative side. It's not a word I rubbed off from myself, it's a word I let go as a wall because it's incompatible.

Als is the only one who understands himself, and he distinguishes himself after finding out that he's not even on the same scale, rather than incompatible with the people here.

"Nowa, I'm coming. Noisy is corny, huh, Ra... hmm, noisy?

It was Fione who grabbed Noir's hand without hesitation. They realized late that this situation they were now in - that they were at the centre of a lot of attention.

The feeling of being out of place arouses an impulse on the freshman girl.

It was as if the president had risen to the stage to speak to all the school students. It may already be too late, but we decide we should get out of this place first. Fione moves her legs to retreat as she leans.

"You guys were seniors a while ago."

Fione flies a sharp gaze at the Lord of his voice with disturbing emotions that wobble out amazement at unfamiliar voices and unscrupulous remarks about his predecessors. Now there is not a single person in the third grade who makes transgressive remarks to Tesfir and Alice. Fione is bounced back as if it were an emotional reflex behavior. And I put that figure in my sight and stiffened it in a flash.

"Of course not! I'm still a sophomore. I haven't seen it from you yet, but it's still the best on campus."

"Right. I have to be an example to my junior classmates in the sense that they're older. Hey, Fione."

Tesfir has a good point. I tend to forget, but this place also has a different side to inequality due to rank like the military in the academy. Correctly, it's a rare sight in the Army, but it's a rare sight in Ars' experience. The old system of seniority naturally survives, on the other hand, it is also something that does not really apply to magicians who go out into the outside world. Age-driven reluctance and care tend to be unnecessary for close collaboration, as those who are competent or of high rank take command of the team in the outside world.

And Alice is Alice, who for some reason is hugging Fione and carefully starting to stroke her head so that she doesn't break her dough.

"Shh, seniors... yes, now... and so on. If you just want to introduce me..."

Fione's hand still won't let go of the noir. Still, she asked Alice for as much information as she could tolerate an unscrupulous attitude towards herself. I don't hate being stroked, but there are too many people's eyes here. The sweet idea of being forgiven because I'm a freshman was immediately revisited, and I missed the topic because of the shame caused by the intensive gunfire of my piercing gaze.

However, the answer was given without waiting for Alice's answer.

"A, A, ALS...... Regin!?

It was Schult who raised such a loud voice at close range. Usually he's just passing through with a clear character, and this is the first time he's heard such a feisty voice, both Maine and Fione.

"Oh yeah!!!

"............... hey, wow!

Chained panic state. Schult was followed by Fione, who also screamed in a voice that seemed to turn around, poking one knee while grabbing Noir's hand. The noir is also made to succumb so that it is dragged to it.

Seeing such a noir, Loki laughing with her nose next to Ars was shown at the edge of her sight.

"Three fools, why do you have to be in such a position until I am!

"Shh! You can't talk bad, okay? Mr. Noir, think only of running away somehow here!

Fione, whispering in his ear, was taking this matter more seriously than anyone else. The target is a single magician. Whatever Noir did, I was wondering if it was any good to look into the situation.

That's why I bow my head first. If I want to match my eyes, I will be blown away lightly about myself. A single magician statue held by Fione is a magician, a man far from heaven among college students. Only the chosen person can take a single or double digit and a limited number of seats, and the indicated position is equal to the title.

I must treat you with the utmost respect. Even so, next door, Schult stands up as if he was frightened. I just thought he was wearing such things as standing and dancing as a nobleman. This was unexpected.

It was the main thing that should have been weird if it hadn't gone on later that made me feel the most serious to Fione. He also stays on his feet again - the look fixes his gaze as if he deserves a single magician opponent.

From time to time, warm, he turned his gaze to a single point where he was likely to even be mistaken for hostility.

- Main, what are you doing?

The main thing is not to extract the voices that are spoken out in your chest, and not to make them as slight as if they were possessed entirely.

It was the third time Alice had called and noticed a mixed voice calling herself "Fione.

Still, Fione can't respond to Alice's call. Desperately evokes in herself a thank-you for the high magician, but such knowledge and manners were not available to her from the beginning.

My head was starting to get confused about which one to prioritize in this case.

Shortly after they thought I was going to take all my time off.

"Did I say Fione? Exactly when I get there, my safe and secure life is about to collapse... and the noir is the limit."

"What?"

Next door was a noir with a pull and a shivering knee. She can only be a muscle treasurer with a mid waist at exquisite height. Not to mention the fact that there are assassins who turn their insulting gaze on Loki, so it's about to forget me.

The sickle was slowly upright and set its aim on Fione's arm.

"Please let me go? I don't care if you don't want an arm."

"Don't think such a threat is advantageous every time!

"I guess I'm glad it was a threat."

Fione said back to her temperament, but what goes right in front of her - through between Fione and Noir - as she cuts her gaze with the full grin.

The sound of the sickle blade piercing the ground echoed, and Fione closed his eyes aggressively.

But she wonders how her body is floating against expectations. It rose as if it were a feather.

And I can hold it from the bottom to wrap my whole body around it. I don't understand the situation, but if I had a single magician's face right next to my eyes open, I wouldn't even be able to go through the confusion and speak out.

It just seems certain that where I was poking my knee earlier I had a big sickle stab.

"Damn, why bother? I'm telling you, if you pick a place, I'll deal with them."

"I'm not kidding."

Yes, Noir shook down the sickle for the purpose of definitely cutting off Fione's arm. That's so much trust that Ars is confident that he will help Fione. Although unilaterally.

So no one can share it if you smile and show it to your tea eyes like that.

Ars restrains the noir while holding Fione - no matter, it's not just a matter of intimidation, that's what she thinks of the kettle.

Noir wants a rematch with Ars. It's a battle of blood. That's why she only knows how to burn by clumsily continuing to aim at Ars' neck.

"If things go wrong at the academy... you know what I mean"

"That's why I'm saying it's a joke. You don't have to be so angry."

I guess it was really meant to be a joke as a noir. Only those who know the environment in which she grew up can think of that as a joke...... no, I guess only those who grew up in a bad environment. Dropping one arm is about a joke for Noir, and that's probably the natural sense of the game to avoid.

"Al...... didn't you have to go out of your way to hold me?

"Hmm? Well, so is that."

If you're going to avoid pointing out Loki first, shouldn't you have just popped him? that, but Ars interprets how long he holds it and gently lowers Fione.

For some reason, as usual, keep the cold looking loki first.

"This guy's got a tough amulet, too."

"Hi!! Oh, no, that's not true...... thanks for your help!

Fione bowed her head with so much momentum that she couldn't even afford to worry about her hair dancing. So much so that the shock I stopped would even whip me.

The fact is, even today, Fione had her hands burned by the noir, but she has never done it before. It was just a threat... until now.

So maybe that's just the noir nowadays like the kid with the hoop off is innocently happy to be reunited with Ars.

"It's nothing much trouble when it comes to those juniors. More than that, I can't blame you for the scandal early in the reunion with Noir. If anything more happens, I'm just gonna want to run away."

"Huh... Ha!

In response to the lack of guidance, Fione strikes a light gavel against his peers, instantly covering his mouth with his hands. Ars didn't seem to mind such disrespectful behavior.

From her point of view, that's the moment I get a glimpse of the size of the vessel, but as a winner, it's just a pain in the ass. I wouldn't even be able to have a conversation with Tesphere or Alice if I was making a blind eye about that rather than that.

I just got out of the crisis first.

He said, "If you're going to break out at the academy, you're not going to kill him."

"I shouldn't..."

The dialogue, which Ars would undoubtedly have rejected if he had clasped his fingers, had planted a frantic charm on all the male students gathered on this occasion. Seriously though, it is troubling that it is a magical trait that specializes in its hands.

"Al, it's time..."

"Oh, yeah."

Loki's words are an encouragement to have an appointment. Even though it had been long enough since there had been an on-campus broadcast, it was still less than ten metres out of the research building.

From previous interactions with the President of the Council, the lagging situation gave some signs that it was not good for Ars.

Ars passes silently by the side of the freshman who remains stubborn. I don't feel comfortable talking to you in person. Just through between Schult and Maine, the two turn to Ars for each body, but I couldn't find a word to hang.

"Hey, don't leave me!" and he was relieved as he was left behind by Tesfir, who followed him first. And Alice, who follows Tesfir, looks back as she remembers.

"Shit. Oh, Fione, please come back later."

"Yes! Senior Alice too... oh, be careful..."

Fione herself knew that it was inaccurate, although she replied that way. Watch out for what, huh?

I could easily guess why because I was staring at a single magician with such a captive consciousness that I was still in my dreams.

The highest rank as a magician is a longing for more than just this college. Because there is only one difference in that age, Fione recognises her aspirations as a magician so that she does not despise herself. Knowledge is still scarce. At the end of the road she aspires to are Tesfir and Alice, and not long ago there was the top Felinella in school......

The magician keeps walking, I'm sure he's at the head of it...

If not more refinement, it was Fione who inspired himself.

And Schult had an unusual first encounter where this one didn't have an open mouth blocked like his jaw had come off, and not much of a first voice of tension called him away. It is also doubtful that as far as he is concerned, he could have been put in sight despite the excellent opportunity.

Later, Schult wasted several hours wondering if she should apologize for being rude.

And......

One boy was ashamed of his immature self staring at the soothing air that kept him away. Above all, the side she showed was her first look at the boy.

Unlike an intelligent image, it has a naive flair on its face.

Did they say something, the red ponytail jumped hard up and down, and a slightly peeled side jumped into view. That's when something tickled behind the boy's chest.

I guess that was just at the same time my voice hung up, so I wouldn't have been stabbed deeply. At least the boy's consciousness turns to the Lord of the voice he was called to regret.

"Main, I'm coming. We need to get Mr. Noir."

"You guys really don't punish me"

"That's the line over here. I don't know what you did, but I'll force you to!

"I wasn't just trying to kill a senior."

…………

Fione's face fades sassy to the word. I got so cold from my core that I mistakenly thought I even caught a cold.

It didn't seem to Fione to be a problem to observe from the tone of Ars. Still, it is a felony enough to be seen as treason against humanity at a stage where we have sought to kill the saviour/hero of humanity, a person so called. I turn my eyes around to see if anyone is listening right now.

If such a series of disturbing statements were made, there would be no place for noir in the college, above all the three people who would oversee it could also be seen with white eyes.

If he noticed, there was a shrut that opened his eyes to the limit against the noir, and Fione felt something in common from his eyes.

"Shult, hold it that way!!

"Leave it to me!

The two hold both sides of the noir and disperse to pull over. Maine chased him on a small run as he grabbed a sickle-shaped AWR from the noir and shrunk.