Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The voice sounded good.

The voice played well.

It was a voice that lit up the dark underground everywhere.

The voice contained a lot of information.

Once you hear it, you're going to be able to even imagine the Lord of your voice, your appearance.

There are two highly echoing voices. But there was no point in distinguishing those two.

Because both belonged to young children.

Because they were both girls' voices.

"Ahahahahahahaha......"

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."

Without even signs of breathing, the child's voice continued to remain squeaky tense on the playground. The tiny footsteps that would make it karakara were similar to those where the shoes were not the normal ones and thumped the trees.

He's coming running, he's coming running, he's probably trying to break through everything on the playground. A high and clear sound comes with the voice.

After it passes, the carcasses pile up, and to load up new carcasses...... go find a new toy.

The girls had tools in their hands to kill. It was noisy in the hands of the child, it was noisy and... strangely tame. Every morning to break the firewood, the houseowners waved down the firewood tens of thousands of times, and the firewood in the girls' hands is oddly uncomfortable.

The blade of a silver light emits a polished sharpness, and there is a lot of craftsmanship unlike just a tin. The wax and blade were inversely opposed… above all, the magical formula engraved on the blade had turned into a complex and strange pattern.

Running is also a play, and when the girls couldn't find a target to kill, they pressed a blade of cake against the wall and scattered a spark.

Gallic and irreconcilable sounds are also played as one of the girls' delightful plays.

Inside the deposit, on the second basement floor, an elected unit from the fifth magic school in Balmes. There was a member change just before, and the two girls who joined —— Rare Mere's sisters -- were running around inside the deposits. Not for investigation, etc. Already, the student subjects' assignments were simply playful and fruitful. I mean, it was going wild.

There should have been four constituents, but only two of the girls are on this scene.

They still had no idea what was going on inside the deposits. On the contrary, it was the outer periphery where the two were located because of their running around inside the deposits.

Even the deposits underground two floors are quite large. It's perfect as a playground for the two of us.

Nevertheless, in underground spaces transformed into labyrinths, it would be imperative to get lost, assuming there were maps.

I didn't mind that, and the two of them pushed forward as they liked.

The number of demons defeated is slightly over twenty. But they were obsessed with running, not in a state of crusade for sure, and had not stabbed a fallen demon without being able to move.

In other words, many individuals have not destroyed the Devil's Nucleus.

"Rae, Rae, you don't seem strong at all. If we keep this up, it'll be over, won't it?

"Maybe. Something's wrong with clapping."

"Hey, you don't need that“ or “yes” or anything like that when you two were together?

Meir tells her to return to her original tone, but Rae turns her good face.

"Is Meir a little more fond? I think it's better to remember."

"Against whom?

"Against everyone."

"Huh, that's enough. I'm so tired of you."

To Mere changing the subject, Rae stops pointing out that it's always the same while pioneering.

Though exploration was defeating demons in an arbitrary fashion, all the simple work had begun to eliminate such irritations.

"If I knock out a bunch of demons, they'll compliment me, and I think they'll fill me with sweets, but I'm done"

"Meir is still a child,"

Rae bent her mouth towards the end of the story, unable to say, but she also did not know exactly what was right for herself and was satisfied on her own. Although they are twins, they are meant to be sisters for once, so they are committed to behaving like that.

Above all, this is what Rae's ideal female portrait looked like. I am convinced that the sister who greeted me, Ferrinella, would behave like this.

There was also an easy side to playing a mature female portrait, thanks to the presence of the child Meir next door.

But... Rare's mouth was slim and half open.

"I want sweets."

"Which one is your child?"

They were also cleverly running with one tooth wasted while having this conversation. It's just the twins, and even if they plug into the divide, they pass through each other, they don't hesitate to go in the same direction. Whether it's going around the same place or not, it depends on the mood.

If you correct the ex, Rae and Meir are wild children protected in the outside world.

The study of magic was also the mouth I wore in action. The outside world can be considered a garden for two, so to speak, a mineral deposit.

The two of us know that it's most comfortable to stroll in the garden without a purpose or anything, but only with a mind. If you encounter an external enemy, all you have to do is think on the spot.

Most of it will be done. The beast may eat it with a meal, but it is decided not to kill it in vain, except if it has to be stopped given its life in the hinterland. Because every meal they mouth makes their tongues roar.

Running through at high speeds, the two run through the deposits, with the walls also endlessly walking on the scaffolding. Whether he is more responsible than the two guardians, the head of Balmes [Cyan Videlich] of the same age is the identity guarantor as a patterned depository. For this reason, miscellaneous expenses related to the two were also due to Cyan's shallow nostalgia so far.

Speaking of tight relationships, I was admitted to the Fifth Magic College with Cyan —— I was admitted —— and I guess I have a history and my classmates are the closest thing for both of us.

Doesn't make her feel nervous, Meir opened her mouth wide and stretched just because she was bored.

"Looks like it's over here. Let's go back now, Rae. Something's boring."

"Yes. How many? I forgot to count how many I killed."

Rae turned her eyes to her hand and broke her fingers one or two, but wrinkled between her brows around finishing counting the fifth making her fist.

Even next door Meir folds her fingers and counts them repeatedly by opening them.

but rare quit it. After that, think in your head and count.

But the wrinkles between the eyebrows get deeper, while they get worse to the eye. The few I defeated in the first place were vague memories in themselves, so it immediately strikes me in the head.

"Didn't you kill five?

"Mm-hmm. I don't need Mere to tell me that."

"Don't you have to count anymore? They didn't tell me to count it, and I'd like to try what they taught me at the academy right away, but don't ask me if I'm gonna be in a bad mood."

What the two of them are taught is mainly general lectures, but naturally it is still too difficult for the two of them. That's why my classmates are using the gap time to teach the two of us the minimum calculations and so on.

I'll put it into practice quickly, but I haven't knocked it down because I'm going to count it in the first place, so I don't know exactly.

Rae was told the truth and stopped counting.

Good timing, capture the demon figure ahead of your gaze. It was a strange demon, reminiscent of a fake or a gothic rock. Small limbs or loose torso.

The outer shell looked like rock skin, as the words put it. Demons with stubborn outer shells are rounded overall.

Rae makes a small laugh, and magic flashes as if it depends on her emotions.

And I pulled the tip of the bamboo in my right hand behind my back. And on the soles of her feet —— scaffolding in the air, pushing her little body up to play.

With an explosive acceleration, Rae penetrates in a forward leaning position in the face of a demon.

——

"Come on."

As Rae's gaze crosses, Meir puts a machete into the demon ahead of time. Meir may flaunt her from time to time, but she doesn't think of any danger to her surroundings.

Though Rae painstakingly changed direction and managed to avoid a bump.

"Meir, it's sloppy!

"Hehe. The sooner the better. Because Rare is so thick."

Buy words for sale. A trivial argument is a daily tea meal. In the sense of splitting up and obeisance, there is always an armament going up on Meir.

Rae was always forced to fall asleep crying because he wouldn't hear what he said in the end.

This time it's one of them.

Raising his eyeballs in a muddled and grumpy manner, Rae let a demon slashed in two showers a further machete.

"He wasn't dead yet. In Meir's poor attack, he has not been able to kill."

The tone, which speaks as if it were a prudent and harsh fact, was not only to say that he defended the majesty of his sister.

Shake off the demon's body fluids on the blade with a picky, accustomed hand. Since it dissolves in the air most immediately, there is no such thing as blood paste.

I didn't even put it on my teeth about the demons that were going to ash me, and I gave her a sister's ass wipe, a tatty attitude rare like that.

Meir stuffed Zuizui and Rae with an obvious dissatisfied face on her face.

"But, but, but... you're killing a lot more of us than Rae. Rae, this is the first one."

"--!! It's not. Rare is killing more than Mere. Meir is cluttered, so I haven't been able to kill a single one, even if I think he did!

"That's not true."

That's not true, he says a second resistance, and Meir swells her cheeks.

Rare's overwhelming victory is unshakeable in the contention. Meir is not good at finding words, she can only make unilateral claims like "different". Meir is also aware that the power to succumb to an opponent in words is inferior to Rae's.

That's why Meir could only stubbornly repeat the same thing at the end. I regret it, but I can only counter it by not admitting to losing.

Will Meir pierce the stubbornness until this contention gets there...

"Ah!? It's sloppy, Meir. It's bad to cry."

"Higu.................."

Seeing Meir with tears in her eyes, Rae's bully as her sister sways. I argue, every word of it comes from my position as a sister. You can't beat your sister because you're her sister.

But if you make Meir cry, there's no point in continuing either.

"I'm not crying."

"I got it. I'm killing Meir just as much."

"There's one more..."

"I got it. Mere is killing more than Rae."

Maybe my sister is something I can't beat my sister in the first place. Rare is actually the only one who sticks to the bondage of his sisters.

The sisters are also strictly Sian's aides and other caregivers, decided by the new Governor Nilchine Quador somehow. It's just needed for paperwork reasons, personal registration and other records.

Rae exhaled heavily even though she felt that she had increased her sigh since becoming kind of a sister.

A new prey appeared before those two. The reaction speed is almost simultaneous for both of us.

Turn the face you were dating at the same time and look behind the huge aisle. Similar to how they rubbed the blade on the wall and sounded.

That was the sound of dragging the sword to the ground.

The sound of galloping, galloping, and walking is something I'm used to hearing about walking on two feet.

"Huh? People?

"It's not."

The compounds that came into the sight of the two were so grossly similar to humans that Meir mistook them. Dark green body color, forged out flesh, is close to that of man until its fleshy.

It was just a worn down hipster. Other than that, I wasn't wrapped up in it. Plus the head, a little big for humans, but still within common sense. The more I remember what it was, the more I was used to seeing that physique. And there was a cluttered mask on his face that gave him a glimpse of the human face. It looks like a mask, but it's right. Because it seemed like it was stitched to the skin.

A formidable warrior, or should I say gladiator?

A big man less than two meters.

The two misidentified themselves as humans because of their physical attachment, but they had an old impression because of some of their appearance. Still, neither Rae nor Meir can be certain that it's a demon.

——

The two surprises instantly switched to exaltation. The other one from behind the big man showed up. The previous big man dragged a straight sword, while the second big man carried a weapon in both hands.

Dropping a sloppy, thick arm, his hand holds a dagger with a large curved body called a halper.

It was a weapon for such good handling, with the sickle blade as a dagger and hands on it.

This big man has, the weapon didn't seem like a simple weapon. It is not the same as iron, but there is a sense of heterogeneity that resides in a dull color.

That's all it takes to be a demon.

The mask also has a different look.

Nothing reflects the eyes, mouth, or the back of the air hole. It was like pasting a pseudo look on a cheeky surface without a face.

"Meir, we're going to split it up. Don't sloppy this time."

"Yeah, fine. Half a dozen."

There are many suspicions on the outside, but their sense of smell developed in the outside world far outweighs that of a normal person.

A demon or a beast didn't have to know, and there was no way I could distinguish myself from humans.

The two run out in unison. - I got off to a start without hesitation as if more and more signals had rang. That speed is still unusual. The rebellion from the sole of the foot induces acceleration to become a scaffold as well by building a magical force field.

So he seems to be kicking the ground, and he's actually kicking a magically created scaffold.

Scaffolding is not limited to the ground, and even their scaffolding exists on walls and spaces.

Therefore, instead of going straight, the track approaching the demon bounced around at high speeds as if slamming the rubber ball against the wall.