Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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When I walked into the room, the first impression I had of the interior was that it looked great.

There is one sofa chair that would have been made for high-ranking officials to fling around and look down on as if they mistake humans for loyal dogs or something.

It is an item that plays a part in symbolizing my authority. At least if you want to sit deep there and put it together on your feet, you can imagine the crowd without having to look at your face.

What kind of person and personality?

I'm sure it's an order tone. I guess it's such a chair where people sit, like they only show interest in selfish content.

Whenever I look at similar high-ranking officials, I wonder if the superiors, who are greatly in command tone, can be equally prestigious in the outside world.

Will the plating of power not have to peel off without moving?

The answer is no without thinking.

Open your mouth and it's all the same, intimidating and high-pressure.

At the time I thought it would be better if I could worship dying ugly one day.

I thought a place called the Army was such a flat, common-law group. So I remember that meeting a strange man was shocking inside, and the outmoded behavior was really refreshing.

It reminds me of such a nasty human being in my brain, because that's exactly what the chair Ars is sitting in right now.

This chair is going to sink everywhere. The smell of leather, which the elderly seem to like, occasionally plunders their noses.

Upper floor of the association, one of its rooms.

One room on the upper floor had a truly murderous interior. There are doors on all sides, with rooms connected.

In short, there are nine rooms combined. Three to nine rooms to hang.

This tasteless room is just in the center, so it was not connected to the hallway through any door. It is really strange and inconvenient to make.

A carpet with the same pattern as a hallway for simple conditioning, reminiscent of a waiting room. In the four corners only the same number of large water drains and empty glasses were available. It is easy to find some magical relevance in this diversity as well.

In this association of magicians, but even more so if the magician is here.

I think this is a secret room not only because there are no windows, but because doors on all sides are tightly locked. Locks by magic authentication are no longer becoming classic as keys.

It would be like a dust-free empty room reminiscent of a noble mansion.

It lacked consideration for the rooms, so it was a room with no idea of purpose or purpose.

The face in this one room and the harsh space whilst still matched the inquisitor's mood.

Unfortunately, someone who shouldn't have sat there was sinking his hips. A dark-haired man who builds deep wrinkles and claims blatant dissatisfaction when he breaks the ocean between his brows.

Ars only had a painful chair where he could pseudo-experience this aristocracy.

Loki, who pierces upright immobility next door, glimpsed Ars' appeal and silenced him.

I can tell you that was the only way.

(The fact that I'm here is a strange story in itself, but why even Mr. Iris?)

Yes, I even had Iris and Flynn present on this occasion, which was inherently irrelevant. If I were to say that, Loki would be the same, expecting me to be told to "take it off" immediately.

And there's another one on the spot.

"Mm, I did say I wanted to talk to face to face, Ars... well, I don't mind even in front of them..."

"No, because honestly, I can't be grounded by my former boss. I think you'd have to sit here if you weren't supposed to be more than that, but it feels odd. Sir Visaist."

With a soft expression for the cleavage of his flexible physique, the visaist clasped his shoulders.

There's only one thing I need to do.

"You mean Ferri."

"Yes, but let me thank you first. Thank you, Ars."

Whether it was because he was a soldier or a nobleman, the visaist bowed his head to Ars for his magnificent work.

That Visayers were also prepared as Ferrinella walked down the magician's path. That's what it's like to go outside. Even though Alpha has the lowest number of deaths on external missions in seven countries, it is professionally unusually dangerous.

I was prepared for that when Ferrinella aspired to a second magic school.

But my daughter's crisis brought my heart to a halt, and when I heard reports of her survival, I felt old for a few years.

Leaning against the wall, Ilyis arms and meditates his eyes in a boring way.

"It's what I liked about that. However, Ferri was only lucky to have been helped. And thanks to the best healing magician."

"Whatever, I'm listening. Flynn Lualos, grandson of the Virgin Nexoris."

The visaist, turning his face to the eating mood, turned his foot to Flynn, who was shrinking next to Ilyis. Two or three steps with a big strand.

A giant man approaches a girl with a sense of oppression.

In doing so, Flynn would have cursed her for not being able to pull back because of the wall.

The cramped face quickly turned to frightening.

A big hand envelops Flynn's little hand.

"Thanks"

"Yes, no, wow. I'm no big deal. Chichichichi, as a healing magician, naturally..."

I'll be whispering in my butt blush, probably because of the compelling visaist's face looming in front of me.

Faces unsuitable for giving up children were unconditionally intimidating their opponents.

If anyone other than those involved had seen it, the situation was not waiting to be reported.

"Stop it. No! You don't have enough consciousness, Visaist Socurent."

With a slight opening of one eye, Iris clumsily made a cut of that conversation.

"Oh, it's a strange thing. The fact that the Klama executives I was chasing are in the same room like this. Nice to meet you..."

"Really? You may have begun. Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you as president of the association."

Cases held by vigilantes who were intelligence agents as dark parts of the military are often relatively murderous. Especially magically related, with a serious case of national survival.

In the past, even when Ars dismissed Klama's executives, his sources were visionaries.

I wonder how much the cause is. What you chase and what you run from.

"Was it Ilyis? I have heard the purpose of the saddle change. I can guess the wind blowing."

"I'm sorry you couldn't capture me. Complain to the young man."

It is not a sinister mood, but it will be difficult to reconcile. It is not hard to imagine that his men are also losing their lives on duty.

Ars just stared at such an exchange. Waking up is also sinking in so much that it needs recoil.

"Not anymore about that neighborhood, is it, Sir Visayist?"

"Sort of."

To Ars, who had finally risen from his uncomfortable state, the visaist hammered him when he said it was now. Probably not as informative as he is in Alpha either.

In addition, the vigilante's hands should extend to other countries. I'm pretty sure I'm letting six countries sneak up on me as an ordinary person.

Even Ars has not been able to ascertain its authenticity.

Nevertheless. It was easy to guess the hard work of stupid parents from dating him.

The visaist, who also thanked Iris with a stern face, turns his body once again to Ars.

Not only in this room, but also in the security somewhat placed around it, the visionaries will be aware.

The cause is undoubtedly in Ferrinella.

I told Ars that there was no spiciness. Whether the other person is a visaist or not, they don't take into account feelings. And you wouldn't want a visaist either.

"Ferri has taken her life, but there is still one scale of demons in her body"

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Loki was not the visaist who showed the greatest amazement in this. Her agitation, which turned her gaze openly toward Ars, turned out to be in her hands.

That's the kind of emotion that guides you through your friends.

Visaists at heart have too much self-restraint around them because of too long experience in the military, whether they are parents or not. It was difficult to tell from the outside the shaking of emotions that could not be put on the table.

"Right. I wish I had a life."

Sinking voices are sensitive.

"It's impossible to get rid of. You can say it's magically assimilated to the heart. Flynn has adjusted the magic path around the body for me to run properly, but excessive movement of magic seems to strain the heart. I'm not sure what the risk is. Because this is my first attempt."

"Still, I'm just glad I have a life."

He is a magician but therefore understands the weight of life, such a voice has returned.

"Right. Ask Flynn for more information. If we know now, that there are still demons in Ferri's body. And it's about reacting to magic. We were able to successfully divide our magic paths, so there would be no obstacle to everyday life."

Flynn opens her mouth as a healing magician and physician.

"As things stand, we're going to keep track of magic information while we follow through."

"Ok........."

The visaist, who answered briefly, pinched silence between them and exhaled heavily.

After hearing Ars explain, peek into his face as a father.

"Let Ferri give up the magician. If that child helps, there are as many ways to live."

Ars even thought about replacing the role with his shoulders, but in the end he didn't have a voice.

"Discuss that there. There is certainly a way..."