Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

When he heard the familiar, familiar name, Ars didn't know what face he was making.

I have a self that is reluctantly calm.

I was surprisingly flat on my own whether the environment I grew up in made me do so.

It's like listening every day, a good story - as if it's only one of them.

It's naturally the worst conclusion to think about than going out into the outside world. I also understand that the possibility of not being 0 often happens.

No matter who doesn't preach to me, the dead in ten years of military service don't have time to enumerate as silly as it sounds to count. The obituary that comes in now only turned out to be a BGM flowing from right to left.

Already, this may be called an occupational disease, and I can't keep my spirit whilst I was in mourning.

Where there was one or two people I knew in there, it didn't matter what happened. At least Ars broke up. All he ever did was hang out.

It's a good story.

Even children can tell that there is absolutely no such thing.

That's why I could feel the feeling of the spirit cooling my head down trying to get even more clearly.

but actually it wasn't.

The woman who came to report leaked a small scream from her throat shortly after she raised her gaze to Chirali and Ars.

The face, which pampered his mouth and wanted air, instantly lost its blood as the tide drew.

What are you doing, keep reporting. Contrary to the voice of such a heart, the woman trembled in small pieces as if she had lost her voice. Ars doesn't know what it means.

Why do you just tremble and abandon important reports? It is a matter of contending for a moment now, because the association side should have to move quickly to pack it up.

"Hey... hey... come on" There was a voice that approached so far away, and at the end of the day, Guigh Ars was shaken on his shoulder.

I don't know what I looked like... it's...

"What a face, you are"

Iris was grabbing Ars' shoulder with the discoloration of his anxiety on an unrestrained face to the extent that he was a little past ten.

So for the first time, Ars realised that it was himself who was scaring the rapporteur's woman.

I look at Loki unconsciously in a hanging consciousness somewhere, making sure that the words of Ilyis are true and false.

Her face was not favourable to flattery, but was still painted with anxiety and a little fear. No, surprise probably included.

Loki couldn't get close enough to reach this way.

Her fine voice of "Al" also sounds like an inquiry into something that is not Ars.

Untranslated, Ars was unconsciously pointing his hand towards his own face.

I touched horribly what the hell I look like right now.

Then the skin feels sticky.

The mouth was closed as hard as a doll, and there was nothing there so much that I even thought it might have been from the beginning, such as facial expressions. I didn't see anything in particular that could be called facial expressions.

Then and then Ars' hand, it was his own eyes against which his fingers turned.

Fingertips look around her eyes in search of the perpetrators of the anxiety they point out. Lift your eyelids and grab your fingertips to stop them from touching your eyeballs.

"What are you doing? Huh!

So Loki, finally free from the curse, grabbed both arms of Ars.

Even from the side, the acts that Ars was about to perform were insane. I was trying to insert my finger into the eyeball myself, naturally.

Als, who was slowly scratching his sweat, said in many ways, "No... what?" with a bad toothpick. I couldn't really explain what I was doing.

Because the act is an act to recognize the existence of oneself, as it is invited.

Not like before.

What I think and feel in my heart right now, and... what I looked like now. It was as if a single human being named Ars had suddenly lost his memory.

The action taken by Ars was, in other words, a confirmation exercise to be the "Ars” that I perceive.

I felt the presence of myself swayed from my feet.

"I've never seen anything like this before"

"It's terrible sweat."

Somehow he guessed, Loki gently urged Ars to sit on the couch once.

Remove the handkerchief from your pocket and wipe the sweat to beat gently.

"I'm sorry. Looks a little disturbed. It's okay now. Let me hear the rest of the report."

From Loki's point of view, Ars's condition is nothing more than an anomaly.

The degree of disturbance was never a bit, etc. And Loki embarrassed herself only for a moment.

That I hesitated, albeit for just a few seconds.

Loki had to be beside him before his fingers could turn to his own eyes.

Fortunately, Latifah's eyes were invisible, but Loki and Iliis quickly noticed. The anomaly of Ars, the majority of which was in his eyes.

Speaking of emptiness, I guess it's still humane, but it's actually not.

Black sunken eyes seemed to symbolize nothingness, which was the furthest thing from the human taste of emotion. “Reject" if you dare to make sense.

Loki did not speak much and opened her mouth as she felt but still did.

"You were an important person."

Take Ars' hand forcefully and shake it to envelop it from above.

At the same time, the lack of water sprang up in her.

"But I'm not dead yet. It's that Mr. Felinera, isn't it? Good thing you're waiting for rescue."

Loki regrets spitting on her mouth. I couldn't help but say that I knew I would regret it correctly.

Because I'm sure he's headed for rescue.

Otherwise it wasn't Ars, and it was a good part of him that has changed since he came to college.

I'm not saying help everything. Still, only the important ones definitely help. It must be his goodness, which remains the same now and in the past - as he was.

"So I'm going...... because I can't let Al go now"

"I agree with that. Don't worry, I'll be right out with this amulet. Well, I was gonna."

He agreed not to take Ars even after Loki and Iliis.

You can no longer look at Ars now that you've become brittle, including spiritual ones, or in any case, Loki's eyes seemed to have decided not to take Ars.

Who would want to take the disgruntled to the outside world... though Ars agrees with that.

"I'm not going either. I'm going too...... I'm calming down a little bit, and I'm really okay now. Iris, it's my guess, but this mission... it's going to taste pretty bad. Perhaps you have misjudged the power of war."

You're talking about an example.

Ars covers his face with his hands like exhausted and nods as he leans down.

but Ilyis put a hidden arm together with his sleeve and invincibly raised one corner of his mouth.

"Who's wrong... it's an unexpected situation. Oldwise's already on his way to the rescue, and if he does, he'll do enough. Regardless, we also have enough reinforcements to sweep the inside of the deposits."

Ilyis checks with his eyes on the woman who remains seated in a hipster.

The rapporteur's woman then resumed her report sitting down, even if she was unable to stand up successfully.

I was trembling and hard to hear, but I couldn't help it.

"As per the prior meeting, by Lord Oldwise, I think it is time for the reinforcements to arrive…"

"Then why don't we go to the deposits?"

"-!! Is it the chairman himself!?

"Naturally. If you do poorly, you're not even the chairman anymore. And I have a favor to ask."

I labored the woman who came to report and urged her to leave the room to return to her duties. He sees a woman who has left the room slightly to escape, and Ilyis captures Ars at the edge of his eyes with chills.

Iris, pointing the spearhead of the word request at Ars, said, "Anyway, you're going, too, right?," he said in a grumpy mix.

"Naturally," Ars sighed heavily on the couch before rising to momentum. It's something I'm likely to hear from soon enough from Visayist, Felinera's father and former boss of Ars.

No, is there any chance that it won't come?

I should have been prepared that the visaist might one day be like this too. Then I may not hear from you directly, "Help me". I'm not going to say no even if I come.

Most realistically… yes, it is likely too late at the time of receiving this report, as Loki did for a moment. It's nine ninths of a cent too late. At the stage of hearing the word taken away, the option of helping may be crushed.

Still...... better than nothing. If it's not definitive enough, it's just enough to go directly.

It's barbaric to be pushed around with this feeling, and it's a child's ideal. How many times have you seen a fellow die in the outside world in a dream that's just beautiful?

It was also true that Ars held something there that he just admired. It is also certain that he has been fascinated by the radiance that dwells in that seemingly senseless death.

He easily overturned the experience and lessons he had cultivated in the army and rose Ars. It's not something that can be so embarrassing. Because I'm going to help her of my own free will, with a little bit of involvement for someone else.

If it was a mission, I'd say it was too late.

If this was a strange magician, I would have stuck it out that it was just useless to go.

You would say that you have no time to risk for one.

At the same time, no one was to blame for this thrusting thing. I want to help, and I have the power to help. That's why I'm just going to help.

If your heart is so disturbed, if it hurts, it is better to lean all nerves toward salvation.

but -.

Loki stood resolutely stuck in front of Ars as he passed through.

…………

Loki turns her powerful gaze toward Ars instead of emitting anything.

Behind it was Iliis pushing Latifah's wheelchair and heading for the rooftop garden. Understanding what Loki's actions meant, Iris said just one word without either side.

"I'm sending Latty away. Decide by then."