Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The hustle and bustle outside was a little different from what the Iris and the others had imagined. It was as if they were screaming at us from afar.

The magicians in the stronghold stand up to the unusual screams.

Everyone was in a state of war without knowing what to be wary of, either out of fear or out of fear.

Out of the curtain hall, Ilyis learns that the gaze of his fellow men jumping into his eyes is pointing in one direction.

Attention is focused to the north, away from the outer perimeter of the deposits.

Vision blocked by depressed and lush trees up to just a few dozen meters. From there lies the darkness of the dark shade.

It was cloudy outside and covered in thick clouds, as if to inform the ominous. The signs that I'm going to get out of this are dropping the shadow as if I've reversed it day and night.

I smell slight rain behind my nose.

"Don't call me that, it's lame. The outside world is indispensable because of this, when it comes to feeling better because of it. It's about time my nose got dumb with the stench of death. You guys keep your hands out of this."

With a sickening voice, Ilyis flaunts his shoulders.

One of the troops that had put him on alert there approached the little girl with no more respect. Unlike a disciplined respect in the military, however, it may even be called courtesy to the eye, to put it in short.

"Excuse me, Chairman. Trouble is, thank you. Looks like the troops in the back found the demon. I guess I should say they found me."

The man whose hips are so low that he is likely to poke his knees is at least the one who was also a deputy under the command of Oldwise. Oldwise seems to have taken his own men as his deputy, but Iliis--that is, within the team he organized as an association, he was the next responsible position for Oldwise.

To leave everything to Oldwise, he is too stained with Hulkapdia.

Whether he was the "Around Things" sent to the association or not, Iris was just incorporating a man of credibility from the beginning.

He did enough work for me as a rebuild after Oldwise went on a search.

Ilyis also tells him that only he has requested a single magician from another country.

"Oren, your dad did a little better."

"Ha, this is what happened. It's not a good idea to send your father out to pick him up."

Your grandfather was even more amazing.

Oren is in his mid-twenties. Thick chest plate at high height, thin tea forehead that is likely to hang on your eyes.

If you arrange a little information, he deserves to be called a good young man. But Oren's eyes were cool and there was a calmer atmosphere than his age. That's not like the faint air of fear and exploration.

The body that was forged out on the battlefield also had a different barbaric air than the military.

I'm sorry, but I'm too young to feel a rush from him.

It wasn't a mouthful of imminent danger.

There is no such thing as light clothing. There was no protective equipment or similar dull light in his clothing. The jacket looked like a good shirt and the boots looked inexpensive like they were normally sold.

With a sword lowered to his belt, he was stroking his neck.

"The single magician's grandfather was so great, though."

"Come on, don't even say what you don't think. He says," I don't care about your eyes. "

"Is it a prospect? I have respect for you for once. Hi..."

"Weak? Seymouth in the afterlife (...) will have a high nose, too."

"I didn't say that much."

Excelles, who watched such interaction a few steps back, was observing Oren with a tough face.

(Speaking of Seymouth, former # 1 Seymouth Stein. The grandson!? But that's a name I've never heard of. Either way, he does, pretty much)

Excelles felt that way about recently against Ars - although of course he also had the impression that it was in the information dimension of magic.

In short, Excelles has not regarded Loki or Garginis as much of a fighter. The point is, compare it to Fannon.

"Chairman, it's Oldwise, but that's no good"

"You let me go knowing I was going to die."

"I didn't have the in-laws to stop it. I didn't expect to die...... oh, I wish I did, though. Either way, I had to stay at the base. It was the chairman's orders."

"I was going to say ad hoc, but you were right which way you didn't go. It's like a pot of poison inside."

"That was hard work," said Oren, breathing heavily.

"Even Ars is like that."

"Because he didn't seem to be doing very well, he was. I saw him a little earlier, but I think he's stronger now than he was before he went in."

"Kuck, you know what I mean? He approached me one step further."

"You look happy," says Oren, like other HR. In fact, Iliis had a natural and mouth angle lifting.

"Yes, Oldwise seemed to be moving so much back there. The magician of the association the chairman sent me is outside the mosquito net. Somehow, I was bad."

He drops the bomb lightly, like he's here. And "I was bad," Oren said, leaking a smile.

Iliis has a dry grin on his mouth.

"That sucks. Nothing is more toothless than over-explicit. If so, did Hulkapudia still send an intermediary?"

To disturbing allegations, Oren waves "no" in front of his face.

"Führer Huron has no more power or energy to wield power. Well, I'm already flying in the flower garden."

"You're old, too. That means…"

It wouldn't even be Garginis referring to Oldwise as a teacher. He doesn't seem to be the same type of person who hides things or plots well.

Words denigrating the Führer also sound like organized language behind them if the beholder sees them. If you're a magician who belongs to the army, even if you're wrong, it's a rumor that your neck flies in one shot.

"I just wish I was ambitious."

"I agree....! Whoa, this is rude. I'm late, it's Oren, Mr. Excelles."

Excelles responds with a beating delay to his sudden introduction. Take the hand offered reflexively, but instead look back without alarm at his grinning, ungrinning eyes.

"Nice to meet you. My name is…"

"I'm a celebrity about the number one magician on the boulder."

To the soft comfort of the material waist, Excelles also releases his vigilance first.

Regardless, Excelles was also guessing that the current story was definitely, intentionally, making us listen here. A conversation that darkens the existence of an intermediate would be more of a sharing of information than a restraint.

This mineral deposit survey mission is being carried out with the cooperation of seven countries. If cracks are put in from the inside, distrust will increase between countries.

Exchanging greetings, Excelles enters the conversation herself.

"Chairman Ilyis, more than that now..."

"I know. So, Oren, how old are you?

"How many, how many hundreds? Where did it spring from?"

"--!! How many from here?

Though not at this rate, Oren had already figured out the approximate number, aside from the detective magician Excelles.

Ilyis, watching the wolf of Excelles, made him laugh lightly with his nose.

"Never mind, Oren's is not magic. Otherwise, it's super sensual, like your art."

The ability to be prepared for those who cross masters as martial arts is also to be said. I hear that the current second-place vadget has a similar feeling.

Excelles does not deny its power. But......

"There is a similarity to the magical sensation we feel. Of course, accuracy drops."

When the magic of a high rate demon strikes, the feeling of total fury in the whole body is something that every magician out there experiences. Similar to that, it seemed that Excelles could tell, even if she were told, and it was something she didn't.

"So, why don't you fuck. That's enough to get rid of."

To his scolded voice, Oren had a deluded loving laugh.

"Because the number is the number. You know, my powers. It's not good for numbers, and even if we can do it, we'll be thinner."

Towards the end of the story, Oren turned a cooler look over her shoulder.

Excelles did not follow that gaze, and he felt his strength caged in his body by accident.

Oren is referring to the curtain hall that had a place for discussion earlier. With the magic of Garginis, I guess he wants to leave room to deal with it.

It's even more problematic if you're not referring to Garginis. Because he will be vigilant as an enemy even Fannon can be.

Faster than Excelles opens his mouth to objections.

"It doesn't. I assure you, it doesn't matter."

Whoever guarantees it, it's the iron rule to protect yourself. That's what Oren's been feeding on, so I can't tell him to fix it now.

He was always the subject of vigilance, even in the sense of his power alongside Klama. As I miss the old days, Ilyis laughed damned.

Not that it's a group of criminals, but Oren was expertly ringing his arms about a rough matter that didn't belong to the military. The employer was the same as the mercenary, but the job description was different. He has brushed up his arms in the faces behind nobles and luxuries, so to speak, in the underground.

I would have killed him too.

To enhance himself, he said, there were times when he was forcefully breaking through Babel's protective wall and working out alone in the outside world.

It was inevitable that such Oren and Ilyis, who belonged to Klama at the time, would collide. Klama had been established by undertaking the back job. Many fools do not pay consideration for more than half of it and will be paid with their lives.

Therefore, it was not only the army that was chasing Klama.

Many people used the request as a trap in retaliation.

So I went out with Oren when his chest plate was still a little thinner, too?

There are such handouts, and there is also a history of luring in his work by narrowing it down in the founding of the association.

"So, what do you do? I'm bringing you pretty close."

I can clearly hear the demon invasion even from here.

Massive travel, not even late at night, but the number of hits here at the same time is hooked. In the end, a magician put out on watch is inevitable more than he's running over here.

"I'll do it. Anyway, that's all I got. Little lieutenant, I'm not saying anything bad, don't move too much."

One eye of Ilyis, who grinned and laughed, leaks a pale light.

At the same time, the sky appeared cloudy. Potatoes and rain grains fall from it.

"Rain..." Excelles looked up at the sky with a strange face.

It was large for the rain.