Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Ugh..."

Like a newborn lamb, Fannon shook his body chatter and spit out objects in his stomach.

Exhale a large amount of moisture as if the body refuses. Fannon now could not contain his vomiting on his own and was in a state of intense confusion.

"Dear Fannon!?

This price - no, I should have understood the side effects.

Running over, Excelles first looks at the condition of his broken arm, tearing his clothes and pressing him forcefully to secure it in order not to make it any worse.

Fannon, who puts tears on the edge of his eyes and seems to suffer, won't even rise to consciousness about his arms or anything. That's not the point. Without feeling the pain in her broken arm, she vomits after being swallowed many times.

Leaving the healing magician on standby, Excelles rubbed his back until his condition settled.

Whatever your arm, this is a symptom that even a healing magician can't do anything about.

"That's a rejection. Slowly breathe. Hopefully, not too much back..."

The transplantation of [Involuntary Mole (Ayrvnifus)] is possible because it is Fanon, but it is not something that can be done unconditionally. Not to mention it's not a craftsmanship that can do without any price. In the first place, the anomaly is only adapted to the surgeon's body, and as with magic, it is the principle that it cannot be shared with others.

Naturally, it is a rejection. It is inherently tantamount to suicide.

Last time, Fannon said he felt like he had been scratched in the brain.

Of course, the Triple Regulation doesn't even define the focus. Intense vomiting is irresistible.

In addition, sudden systemic bottom cold deprives the body of its freedom as well. As strange as it is to just be able to sit like this, she is desperately resisting.

"Ugh - Excelles Ugh............ painful"

"Yes."

"Disgusting...... cold"

Tears on the edge of his eyes, his trembling voice was as weak as a child gasping for high fever.

Exchange of words relieved Excelles a little.

"Yes. It's okay. It'll be better soon. I'll be by your side until then."

Excelles, who intervenes gently like her mother, has a gentle tone, rubbing her back.

Fortunately, it's mild as a rejection. When I used it in the past, the liver was cooled for about twenty minutes, but at that time I was reluctant to sit down and could not even support my body with my arms.

Compared to that time, maybe it's as good as you can talk.

"Good luck"

It's distressing to only spin those words. It's painful for him, albeit briefly. Still, it may be cheap as a price for tremendous power. Maybe, but it was hard for Excelles to accept that he had no choice but to do so because of his incompetence.

I'm sorry, it was inevitable that you would have such a face.

So stay close to her until she recovers, and keep calling out.

It was painful to see Fannon get so weak, knowing he couldn't replace his shoulder, etc.

Hugging for about five minutes, with Excelles' shoulders on his back, Fannon, who threw his legs out, sucked and vomited again and again, slowly breathing.

I was just getting rested and could start healing my arms as well.

Although it is likely to take a little longer to recover because the focus has not yet been set or I am meditating on my eyes and trying everything.

After a little while, in a creepy silence, a sudden and unexpected voice jumped in.

"Ho ho. Was it over yet? I'm here to step up, was that a miscalculation? It's good for a little girl... I see, did you trick her?"

The girl - Iris - had a nymphomaniacal and ironic grin as she was escorted by the crew who were putting her out to scouts.

Fannon was blind to Iris, who was floating, as obvious from anyone's eyes.

"What kind of head is a little girl... so?

You don't want to show weakness, there's no power there in something that returns fortified words. But the barren exchanges here will only be a one-sided burden for Fannon.

To get down to business, she just encouraged me to go on.

"We're done down there...... but there were no kids"

"Now you're a kid. On what basis are they used separately? That means"

"Ma'am, I washed it downstairs somewhat, but I couldn't find any blind marks. I came back to check on your detections, but my prediction is I'll be on this floor eighty-nine. I hope this isn't too much trouble."

The water-targeted Excelles first made sure that the mole was returning to his body. At the same time it gently put the whole body of Iliis in sight.

Although the dirt is somewhat attached to the robe, it was difficult to find traces of the battle from her.

Anyway, the detection is going to be done soon, but only the huge room (pocket) that still came down the basement two-story floor survey.

Normally, there is a good chance that there are rare Meir sisters on the basement two levels. More importantly, if there was a corridor somewhere connecting the hierarchies, there could be another shipwreck here - Felinella Socurento.

I am also certain that there is another level of demons in this hierarchy equal to [Hungry Monkey Ghost "Shava"].

(No, slightly different)

Another damn high rate demon. I'm now a little surprised by what I felt when I tried to detect outside the deposits.

There is a strong sense of equivalence as a threat in the detection of [Invalid Mole (Aervnifus)]. Quality rather than the total amount of magic. It also led to the perception that Excelles was on an equivalent level because it sensed unusual magic.

This hierarchy will have sensed two heterogeneous magic powers.

One has an enormous amount of magic, and the other is due to unprecedented magic - what can I call a kind of vital presence?

It is unlikely that an energy body called magic will deteriorate greatly due to species and individual differences. If the rate increases, the amount of information inevitably increases, and the expression density or quality is often used.

I don't feel like it applies to those ready-made concepts.

In any case.

"Chairman Ilyis. In today's Fannon..."

That's what I nearly said, but Excelles swallowed up the follow-on to Ilyis, who gave him a glimpse of the bare gesture of caring about something.

"What's wrong with you? Chairman Ilyis"

"No, Ars seemed to care, but I care a little up there"

"When I say, is it Master Garginis? Sure, we're stopping the sound of battle now."

"No, not that way. Up there..."

…………

I had a feeling that such a stunner was what Ilyis was referring to, and in any case, that was a bad thing. To sort out the information that might come to mind, to the conceived excellence, Ilyis forcefully pinches his mouth with a "no".

"Deciding first is a prerequisite. I'll turn back up or you'll turn back up. Honestly, as far as I'm concerned, I just want to prioritize rescue. By the way, I don't know much about the sisters Rae and Mae."

"They are twins. There is little personal difference due to magic, and even licenses seem so badly alike that they cannot be identified. And… also a little belligerent."

"Hmm. That's a good hassle. I just want you not to show off all the recklessness of your youth this time. And I just wanted to say, even from the mouth of Ars, these sisters will still be moving forward in hunting demons."

"I have the same idea. Their fighting power would have allowed them to evade."

Ilyis exhaled a grand sigh as he took a hidden hand to his forehead on the hem.

"Huh, while there are demons that even single magicians can handle, I can only hope they don't encounter them. When you die, it's troublesome, that doesn't change. I'm gonna reach out to you dead. I don't have my hands together."