The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

A big blue muscle runs on Azley's forehead, inspired by Sayla's words.

Azley's hair is shaking and her eyes are running red and blood.

Saira rises badly in her bursting muscles, the magic released, and the sharp eye of powerful killing.

The floor Azley stomped on smashed and the noise he was hearing across the door stopped perfectly.

Seira fronts her hands in an attempt to contain them by releasing her own magic. At the same time, Dallas opens the door from the rear of Azley to see the situation.

The intense magic made Seira float with surprise and more impatience, and Dallas, who was supposed to protect Seira, stopped the move just by looking at Azley's back.

A small scream can be heard from the rear of Dallas at the same rank, so much magic that Dallas stops moving, and so much magic that it distorts Sayla's face.

Saira's wind magic, which she unleashed earlier, danced up books and parchment paper, but the angry magic simply unleashed by Azley has not made it so slight. However, it was clear that the walls, desks, chairs and floors were making noises that were crushing and making them less durable.

The magic unleashed by Sayla was instantly offset, crushed and fleshed by the magic constantly erupting from Azley's body.

Saira is swallowed by the vicious magic and deprived by Azley of all the magic she was enclosing.

"Nah... what the... this magic... eh"

Saira's voice, which was painfully uttered by clogged throat compression, had not reached Azley's ear.

As the unfocused Azley turns his hand to the front, Seira takes a defensive stance in preparation for something. But the pressure of magic unleashed in that moment floated Seira, flew her backwards and forced her into the walls of the rock.

"Guh!? Kah...... f......"

Seira spits blood out of her mouth and gives her a distressed look.

At this time, Dallas finally moved.

He ran ahead of Azley, and opened both hands to shelter Sayla. The pressure makes even Dallas look bitter.

I stood in front of Azley without pulling out my sword for one reason. To show no harm to Azley.

And Dallas, Dallas' body knew. Even if we resist, it will only end vainly before this Azley.

"Azree! Keep it down!

Azley only stops for a moment on short Dallas words.

However, the amount of magic that continues to be released remains unchanged and constantly dominates the entire PLA (Resistance) Azit.

"Azree! Stop it!

Dallas screaming many times, but Azley's anger will never heal.

In the rear, because of its pressure, even the faint can be seen. Dallas, who can take this from the front and stand, and Seira, who leaves her consciousness behind, can't do anything.

"Azree!"

Dallas' breathing began to disturb when she complained more than once.

At that moment, someone approached from behind Azley in a light foothold, and jumped.

"What are you doing, Master? Those eyes, they're disgusting!

I saw it on Azley's shoulder and screamed in my ear, poaching as usual.

"It already sucks! Look, your hair is so xyxy!

Pick Azley's hair cleverly, and rub it to appeal to it.

To Dallas, who rounds his eyes, Saira in battle. Porch's behavior was out of the ordinary track, unwittingly.

Appearing in front of Dallas at a one-touch, instant timing, Azley's demon Porch cursed lightly, stabbed Azley in the cheek with his nails, and...

"Ahahahahaha! Looks like wire -!

I laughed.

After this word, the wire returned to the thread, the magic that erupted returned to the body to be sucked in, and the sound of the PLA (Resistance) Azit gradually stopped.

A laughing Porch nail stabs Azley's cheek further with its wobble, and a drop of small blood flows.

"... it hurts, Porch"

"Good morning!

"It's night."

"Right!

Smiling and answering Porch down to the floor, Azley looks at Seira.

Bleeding from her man-shaped stiffness and looking at Azley with her fear-colored eyes, she is lent a hand by Dallas and lowers her hips to her chair.

"... if you want to give it a little bit, could you just leave it to me?

"………………… I will"

There were sincerity and apologies for Saira's words, which she said-out, and convinced Azley.

As Dallas stands in front of Azley again, he bows his head deeply.

"Sorry, this disrespect is causing this."

"Mr. Dallas has nothing to apologize for. Besides, isn't this (,) Mr. Dallas' errand?

Dallas looks up and snorts.

Sayla was contacted by Warren and sent to use Dallas later than when Dallas had hoped to meet with Azley.

Azley, listening to Sayla, came to the conclusion that she and Dallas, who knew each other well, had been sent.

"Lord Seira, do you mind?

"Nothing, nothing, wasn't the kind of power I could handle. Dallas, you brought me here because you knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?

"I don't like explanations. Hundreds of stories don't look like it."

Dallas, laughing just a little and saying that to Sayla, takes Azley's shoulder and directs her outside Sayla's room.

"Mr. Seira!

It was Porch who spoke to Saira, who shook her shoulders with Vikri.

"The master will move better from the front!

"............ yeah, right. I'll have Warren call you later. He seems to know more about Mr. Azley."

"Thank you for the medicine (,)!

"... hehe, that stomach pill is the best for oil. I won't be able to do it again."

Porch, who was served medicine, understood about the medicine he had been drugged. I guess that's why I gave this advice and thanks to Sayla.

I talked to Azley using a weapon that wasn't there and tried to cuddle him in, but Sayla ended up failing.

But it goes without saying that Porch's presence turned the cause to the brink and Saira thanked him for it.

A person hiding under a table, a person who stops at the wall, avoids Azley, a person who pulls out his sword, a person who is losing his mind and this space of sorts.

A treat is arranged in the seat where Porch sat, and a slice of paper is placed at the edge of that table, like a letterhead.

The content is "This meat, don't eat it".

Letters written in running writing, but that was written using a sauce served with meat.

I can see from the splashing sauce state that Azley is excited, Sayla is in a hurry, Dallas jumps in, Sayla is plunged into the wall, Dallas is sheltered, and Azley is still trying to add pursuit to Sayla..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Porch, who chases through Azley and Dallas and sits in that seat, began eating again in critical space.

I guess there's a pounding order to the continuation of the meal. Hit the meat along so as to mimic the last bite marks.

"It's delicious -!

Azley also hangs himself in his seat as he strokes one of Porch's heads. The face is calm, without anger or anything.

Porch next door and Dallas sat in the front seat.

It quiets around and only the sound of a pounding meal sounds.

Any conversation between the two can be heard by those who are here, such a space.

Regardless, if you two care about it, you won't be sitting here. I need to talk to you. If Dallas decides, "Here's fine," there's no problem.

"So, what did you do for me?

"One person who thinks about dating, me and Azley, showed up to know each other."

"A common acquaintance? Was there such a dangerous person?

Azley asks while wiping a drink with a cloth towel.

Are you hesitant to say it, Dallas spoke only a little silence.

As the water droplets were stretched out, Dallas opened its mouth heavily when the cloth ceased to serve as a cloth.

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To an unexpected name, Azley stopped hands and Porch stopped chewing.

And Dallas started talking quietly.