Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The prick of his head echoed directly into the skulls of both.

Dark blood runs down from his torn forehead.

I keep my forehead on, so I don't know either blood to fulfill. I'm pretty sure Ars on the battered side was more of an obvious shock.

The forehead I snuggled in hurts hot.

Loki's hands pinch Ars' head so as to gently envelop him. Dirty fingertips comb black hair and dive in.

Sweat, dirt, and various battle marks were making finger streets worse.

Still, without mind, Loki focuses her whole nerve there to drop the potpourri and the word.

It never comes with dark tones. There was no nervousness, and Loki opened her mouth as usual with a calm voice from Ningro.

"Are you awake?

That's how Loki developed in the same tone as usual, bleeding.

The surface emits heat and the core of the head is cold and comfortable. Aware of that, Loki was feeling her heart quiet.

It didn't even catch my eye, such as [Gras Eater] swinging at the edge of my sight. Not so long ago Loki cracked his sight only on Ars. Loki never even notices a physically disabled predator.

She didn't even care, but Loki was wrapped up in [Gras Eater] that didn't even come true to touch her. No, it was covered with Ars.

Not cold or warm.

There was nothing to feel.

So there's nothing to worry about.

For Loki today, nothing but the Ars individual was trivial.

But still, Loki's consciousness is not entirely in one direction to Ars.

Because even with his back turned, the magic activation could easily be perceived.

Still, Loki didn't take any action after all. Because my mind understands that I should take precedence, not without meaning.

Rather than a blast, the signs of the wind were like sharp bursts of wind similar to the sickle Kamaitachi. Forced wind flow trying to take you far away.

The magic of rewriting location information at super high speeds - a compulsive orientation that doesn't allow alterations - that's [East's newborn First Materials]. But this is only the magician's side of reason and theory. The magic of this dimension should already greatly exceed Loki's predictions.

That's the one thing you won't even be able to figure out until you take it straight away.

I knew I couldn't handle it at the same time. SS rate Enough magic was expressed not so much in quantity as in quality.

Not even a waiver actually exists fine dust in the loki. There may have been at first, but now even fear has been removed.

Loki doesn't have any ideas about keeping her company. I've never turned a word to myself in my entire life. Because words that do not exist cannot be uttered.

By the time the magic turbulence stopped perfectly and it was a breeze and she pushed Loki's back, her mouth had made a small grin. At the same time the presence of the enlarged [Gras Eater] felt strongly beside her.

I preyed on it. Immediately after it was combined as magic to coincide with the activation of the [New Hazard of the East "First Materials"] - [Raging Predator (Gras Eater)] followed his instincts without any hesitation.

The [New Hazard of the East "First Materials"] in confined spaces represents unparalleled strength with brutality. Once caught in turbulence, the biological body is crushed more easily than hit by a wall and cracked an egg.

If this is outside full of outside air, we will have to give ourselves up to where the wind is going. Everywhere, far away.

For the classification of magic, [Gras Eater] devours within a moment the magic that would surely fall under [Extreme].

Shameless and greedy in the name of bulimia.

However, the behavior was only the result as Loki thought.

Above all, I even thought that was Ars' reply.

Shortly afterwards, he devours vast amounts of magic and lightmouths out of the absorbed Ars.

"I think I'm gonna crack my head."

I don't remember letting go of my consciousness. But at this time, Ars did wake up feeling.

I had intended to act of my own free will, but the signs that seemed to have been sumptuous to my brain were cleared by the superficial pain I had received anew.

Most importantly, my head feels slightly cold. It looks like the air you breathe is creeping into your brain.

I also remember Loki poking me in the head... and I do remember confirming Felinella's appearance.

But as I was looking through the smoked filter, I was cutting it off as other HR.

Ars vomited to bite off the words that followed.

"But it's refreshing"

I don't understand the "right” situation. Anyway, Ars' vision was so well buried with Loki's face.

Ars didn't say a word of gratitude. Nothing has begun or ended yet.

Nothing has changed, I haven't even changed anything.

Words of shame and self-reproach pushed Ars into his chest to twist the emotions that set him back in his actions.

One thing I can tell is that only the scratchy pain in the forehead is moving the body function normally.

"That's above all..."

With his forehead on, Loki breaks his face without even trying to hide the overflowing joy.

Although not confirmed, Ars' eyes, which meet at close range, were completely divided between light and dark on the left and right. Normal clear eyes and eyes that sink into black as poisoned.

But the black that was about to swallow both eyes is held back.

"Are you okay," Loki said without worrying, stroking her chest down at some point. They preyed on [First Materials, the newborn of the East]. The balance of power with [Gras Eater] should have collapsed. It's not strange to run wild like before.

I can also guess such worries in a word from Ars.

So instead,

"I'm not going to be able to help much..."

Loki's health can never be said to be good. Even Ars can see that there's not enough room left to help.

So Ars took over the words Loki would continue to say. I was going to regret my sweetness everywhere making her say that.

"Oh, let's get started. Reckless and foolish."

What needs to be done when Ferrinella's appearance is confirmed. Until Loki taught me how sorry I was.

Confirmation of life and death is behind us, and what we need to do is get her body back.

The self-derision that comes up in my heart was because I admitted to myself in the past that I thought this behavior was stupid. Technically, the "self" until before he was poked in the head.

Ars knows what he's about to do. Equals a fool who has spared his life unbroken in the outside world. Emotional, direct, and selfish behavior.

Reckless suicide that I thought I would never understand in the future.

For your fellow man and a fool who breathes and waves his own life on a stick.

But they were all equal and indisputably “men”.

(Reckless or... person... maybe I don't even deserve that. I can't even abandon myself. It's a broken me. Still, Loki seems to want me to be a person)

Even if he is given the strongest title, he has to be aware that he is an immature creature.

I'll tell you what still leaves people.

It's a small place within reach of me. I guess there is not a single thing that can protect those who cannot even protect it there.

Ars turned one arm onto Loki's back, pulling him hard only once in silence.

…………

"Loki, make it impossible only once"

"Yeah, I knew you'd say that."

You can't be an idiot.

I have help to help. Many do not speak, and Ars commanded Loki under a firm will not say whether or not to believe in himself.

She's the only one who knows how heartbreaking that was for Loki. It's good you don't know.

Arms away, foreheads away. A distance was created between the two: a small space.

My mind is through to breathe with each other without making me feel physical distance or anything. Perhaps the concept of distance no longer exists for the two of us.

"It's a moment, I'll finish it in a moment"

"Yes."