Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Flynn focuses on the main cure, but she was listening over her back when the girl earlier raised her voice.

Because healing magic has been done many times from time to time, the concentration will not be disturbed, but Flynn has a bad feeling about that voice reaching her ear and says, "That, a training ground?" I couldn't help but confess.

Is it always bad time because of the bad luck she was born with, or because she met someone named Ars again?

Fione, a party, left it to momentum to call it off, but it didn't come right out with what to talk about next.

"Are you satisfied... are you satisfied"

Only words of such provocation came up. I could only choose such a terrible word with a trembling throat.

Fione trembles on his shoulder for a moment in the eyes of Ars, who is directed to flaunt him over his shoulder.

"That's what it looked like to you."

"Yes, no...... but"

"It's just a leisure break. I just taught them what they didn't teach me."

"Does that make sense!

"Only the parties know what that means. Otherwise they just remind me outside. You have to know. Don't know. I don't have an in-laws to do that. This is special and whimsical."

"... whimsical... then"

Leaving it to the movement of his mouth on, Fione pulled the dagger out of his hips with his arms crossed.

"Then I want you to teach me, too."

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- Two swords. Not that it's for lending.

Has the girl in the tournament seat been shredded or is she going away? Ars was a little surprised by that.

If so, Ars looks at the clock even though he is fed up. After all, it is true that there is a great deal of leeway until the closing time of the training ground. I mean, it's quiet as close to closing, but little time goes by. The sun falls fast, even in this season, it will still be around the time when the yang resists the darkness outside.

Ars turns his gaze to Chirali, Tesphere and Alice.

Then there was Alice holding both hands together against this one. Alice then switches to a gesture like stroking something with both hands. Of course, it's not so far away that I can't reach my voice.

I guess that was her care not to be noticed by Fione.

- You want me to cut it?

In fact, the problem, even though there is no discrimination between men and women, is not that I feel nothing. I did some physical damage to the main thing, but the girl in front of me is just a girl. I didn't train like Tesphere or Alice.

It's a little distracting, but there are several ways.

The point is, I just need to be able to recognize my death in the closest place.

First of all, how much can you do, but you won't have much expectation with the boy earlier.

"I can't help it. I'll just take a look. Do your best."

"Yes!"

A slightly visible release of magic, which is close to the fouling water that precipitated so badly that it does not have to be compared to the main one. It was too undressed and unbalanced magic.

It seems too unusual that the magic poured on the dagger cannot even be immediately covered.

Weak release of magic power, or inferior orientation as magic power, but not unlike the late ones. It peels off Fione's body as if the magic refuses.

When it was created, the magic constantly deteriorated without setting aside,

Fione takes control of magic with all his heart and shines the magic formula of a dagger.

For a moment - I was willing to kill like the air on the field had been switched just like that. Fione's consciousness is dyed with terror and his magic is fogged by the murderous intentions that can be taken as such madness.

I can't even look directly at the Ars in front of me, and Fione fixes his gaze on the dagger pattern, but finally.

"I've never been licked so far"

Everyone froze on their voices without discouragement.

Both Tesfir and Alice should have felt something close called death in their earlier training, but a distinctly different hunch was popping their whole bodies. Earlier there was no choice between winning and winning in battle, which made him aware of death. One attack. Very much on my own. I can't prevent it or avoid it. He said he was going to die after that.

But not now. It won't even be a fight. That's what knocks Xiaoxiao, but the inorganicity of pruning little life without emotion creeps into the back of his brain.

But Tesfir and Alice were throbbing loudly once, gripping naturally and AWR. I guess it's close to defensive instinct, but I could still breathe small if the training was alive. Though it was fine breathing, not enough to fill the lungs.

Tesfir saw Loki in that.

She lays her eyes down gently and has a cute look on her face. The closed mouth seemed to be strongly pulled together so as not to utter a voice.

Loki had somehow guessed what Ars was angry about. The same goes for deepening knowledge about magic under Ars, but it is also certain that Ars is actually deeply versed in magic.

The knowledge of Loki accumulated in his life was unnatural when he saw Fione's magic. Perhaps Ars should have spotted it at a glance, which is why her actions touched the scales.

It should be noted that Flynn in the distance was devoted to healing magic without a glance. Of course I have something to feel on my back. But the only thing she should prioritize is healing people. I wasn't really interested in anything else. So maybe I couldn't feel it on the fly.

He did not dive the dead line in the outside world as a healing magician, nor was he a lack of crisis-sensing ability that could be described as lethal to Flynn, who had always spent time within the survival zone. It's not what a healing magician would want.

It would have been nowhere near healing to a boulder if it had been facing the most.

Fione, who is directly exposed to that threat, had consciousness occupied only with the feeling of faster palpitations. I couldn't think of anything.

But it was also really only a few moments. It was painful and the intimidation that directly compressed my heart had vanished beautifully when I realized it. I realize now that the dagger I set up doesn't even feel like I'm holding it. When did you drop the dagger on your left hand, stabbed to the ground, leaning slightly.

"Stop... I wasted my time. I didn't think there'd be any worse."

The word "terrible" against the main one included some sort of provocation. The prestige is good but the rank and power are not catching up at all. That said, there were similar people when Ars was a year old.

But the girl in front of me drew a line with it.

"We're going home, Loki. This guy is too deadly."

"Okay. But..."

"Don't worry about it. This guy is intentional. Worst of all, he's the worst. These guys are tougher than guys who do justice without being shy."

"Ma, wait! Why am I the only one... why should they say that..."

"What? You think I won't notice?"

"- Huh!!

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll give you one piece of advice."

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"Stop the college."

"Become -!"

Fione stunned at Ars, spitting out cold, gradually floating a Shizuku at the edge of his eyes. Katakata and the trembling dagger may not have been frightening, but anger at irrational dialogue. All I could do was strike and tremble with a vortex of emotions.

"Argh!!

It was Tesfir who raised the voice of reprimand under this circumstance. Its sad face is so clear that it knows at a glance what it wants to say.

Neighbor Alice had suddenly lost herself, but returned to me in Tesfir's voice, throwing a gaze of doubt at Ars. The convincing feeling that he wasn't the one to say that belly-up took the form of a question.

"Huh - don't be so annoying. You omitted a little too much, to put it succinctly. That was Fione, decide not to regret it (...) Keep"

"... why?"

Fione, who leaned over to hide his face with his forehead, dropped a few drops of tears from behind it.

I know I can't keep up with my strengths. Maybe he doesn't have the gift of being a magician. Still, I have continued to practice and study every day, every day, every day I come and every day I come.

That should be the right path without anyone being to blame.

Now it was time for Ars to walk out with his back to Fione. On its way forward, Loki waited upright.

He said something about this one, too, and Ars wants to overflow his sigh. I know this is going to happen because it doesn't matter.

Shortly afterwards, Ars looked back instantly at the signs looming from behind.

There Fione was holding the dagger tightly and protruding its cutting edge towards Ars in front of his chest. No, a dagger fixed while running is just enough murder weapon to push in.

"Why me!

The tip of the blade erected by Don and Fione was definitely pushed in.

And she wets herself with tears, seeing the unexpected things that have happened firmly with those eyes.

"What -!? Why..."