Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Loki's gaze was colored with fear as she raised her jaw just a little bit and stared straight at her.

It is not a strong eye. Because it's only when you look directly in the front that you know clearly.

Yes, never under a strong will, a pointed eye.

Eyes speak a lot. If that is as innocent a color as she is, then there is more thought than words.

The majority of emotions are expressed as authentic and untrue. What I want to say and what I endure is something that reflects everything.

It is the eyes and eyes that cannot be masterfully manipulated.

Seeing her at this time, Ars felt it again. Tesfir, in words, and Alice, in an easy-to-understand expression, reveals her emotions.

But Loki doesn't emit such a sign that others can sense. Instead, the emotions hidden within those breasts cage in the ethereal clear eyes.

The eyes speak a lot. It is a sensory organ that cannot be falsified. Especially as Loki doesn't put his emotions on the table, his clear eyes tell beautifully many stories.

No matter how invincibly Loki smiled right now, it would be easy to see through with lies.

Loki's facial expressions were slightly strong and trembling.

Without spinning the words well, her eyes still caught Ars' eyes and didn't let go. Filled with scary images, they still complain with their eyes stubbornly.

It was painful as if a small animal were desperate to beg. Never behave courageously.

Ars has figured out what you're trying to say.

It was extremely easy to decipher what her eyes, eloquently telling, reflected.

"I'm fine. I won't let you think that again."

…………

What Loki's mouth tried to spin, but the tremor pulls him hard.

I'm sure Loki remembers that sight that got her whole life in the fight against Croquel. That event should have planted a great deal of trauma in her mind.

I guess she could have handled it as an unwanted worry if Ars had ever done so.

Now that I don't even know what caused the malaise, it's natural for Loki to imagine that dying event.

Silver hair is not allowed to move slightly, and frightened eyes peek through the forehead.

If you lived normally, I'm sure you wouldn't even think about what would suck for that person or anything like that.

But the worst/despair for Loki was clear.

That's for Ars to die.

Loki's heart broke once. It's slowly being repaired, but I'm sure it won't heal. Because I know... I can't repeat that now that I know and see what's worst for me.

Something that was smashed to pieces once that day when I thought Ars was dead. I can't think about that sight without thinking about that despair, but that leads to tying up Ars at the same time.

I know I'm going to tie up my current Ars, which has changed since I came to college.

So...

"Al, I've gotten terribly weak. I became timid."

…………

Now it was Ars' turn to swallow the words.

Heavy spill. What a painful word to be spinned out fine.

Sounds like sorrow came out as a word as it were.

There was an ominous feeling swirling in Loki. It's impossible not to think about it.

I'm not more worried about Ars than I am about the markings on the demons I descend on.

So I said "go” knowing that I was... not strong enough. That's all I could think of.

And Loki knew that such an awkward reason would surely be bounced off by him.

"Oh...... so am I."

……

"I'm probably getting weaker, too. Hey, Loki. What did I look like when I heard Ferri was taken away?

"It's..."

It's hard to answer. It doesn't mean it's because it's special loki.

In a way, people feel the expression… Loki just received "rejection” from Ars' face at that time. Like a child who rejects facts, he was a face who desperately refused not to be understood, not to be put on the table, to protect his mind from difficult realities to accept.

Seeing Loki speaking, Ars perceived the Great Ordinary.

I guess that was a terrible side, like Ilyis said. It must have been a pitiful face, roughly unimaginable from the usual Ars.

I'm sure there was no shadow to see the most powerful title there was.

Even knowing that, instead of being ashamed, Ars was lifting his cheek for some reason.

…… "To Loki, who shook her hair plainly and raised doubts in her face, Ars said away as usual - no, to put it badly, it was a face full of unseemly human flavor.

Then Ars stepped, softly packing the distance and placing his hand on Loki's head. Not just a gentle hand, as usual, but accompanied behind his head to hold him in.

Loki was leaning against his chest, though he could be drawn to Ars if he noticed. I bury my face directly from the front, and my hands are either meant to be slightly resistant or small and accompanied by a side of my face.

A quiet heartbeat of Ars was immediately transmitted from his buried face, removing Loki's anxiety.

"I wanted to do it of my own free will, not on whose orders. That would be the place of death. I still get first place in this. You want to save as much as you can get in your hands."

"But..."

"I know what you're trying to say. I'm pretty sure it's not full. But there's not always a complete state in the outside world."

"That's rational."

"Maybe. But I don't think you'd be disappointed in me for not moving here. I don't like that, do I?

Ars could be dead, if only enough to taste that fear again......

As long as he felt that way, Loki shook his head in his chest forcefully. You can't be discouraged, because you can't be discouraged.

"No, you're lying," Loki reacted unconsciously to a see-through word.

I'm not lying, but Ars in Loki has already decided to go save him.

I know that's who Loki sees Ars. And that's why Loki vowed to give her life and devote herself to it.

"I'm going to be able to do something like a magician for the first time. Let me do it... and I want you to watch it beside me"

Ars' magicians are beautiful people who can move without a damaged account. It's about reckless people who sell their lives cheaply. But it's not for itself, it's the brilliance of life that is always ready to throw and strike for others.

That selfish desire is probably one of the things Ars envies.

But at the same time, both Ars and Loki knew that such people often die quickly.

Ars doesn't want you to do everything you can to trust him, he just hugs Loki hard.

Strong with both hands, enveloping.

Loki clawed ahead as she was held tight. Eyes to the ceiling like a face out of your shoulder.

I knew this was going to happen.

And from the day I realized the favor I had for him, I guess this anxiety will not go away for the rest of my life as long as Ars continues to go to the outside world.

Loki took out the hand he had pinched between him and Ars and dropped it like he'd given up.

As I told myself I was fine, I turned my arm and slapped him in the back with a pomp, too.

"Oops bad. Have you been a little overpowered?"

"Ah, ah... Co, Cohon. You know, I'm sorry to hear about your enthusiastic embrace, but let's clear it all up."

Would it have been natural and laughable? Inside I was a little disappointed in myself, but now......

The sound of knocking on the door glass just from behind sounded, and Loki and Ars turned their eyes towards you.

"Looks like you got the story together. Or is it my turn now?

Returning from the rooftop garden, Ilyis sticks a humble grin to his mouth, sticking his hidden hands out on his sleeve and pressing him for a hug.

but just before, Ars' arm grabbed Iris's head and held him down like a stick.

"When everything's settled, I'll listen to whatever you have to say"

"Whoa!? You said it, kid."

"No, wait!... Ku... including Loki."

The deep grin of the nitus makes me feel the merit of the year, but I can't help it. Given the protection from the SS rate class, it's so cheap that you don't even have to measure it in a balance.

Once he pulled in his humble grin, Ilyis gave a quick snap with his thumb up and made it a signal to leave.