The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Late night colored food district.

The satisfied men were already on their way home with one young man walking against the stream.

Still brightly colored lanterns illuminate the area.

When a young man is walking in regular rhythm, the men are making their way to avoid it.

Even a man of great body gives way to a young man.

Every man was following his hindsight with his eyes and sending a strange gaze.

But the young man, who was supposed to have been caught in sight, vanished in an instant.

No sound, without even letting the wind feel......

In the darkness of a deep well where you can't even hear people's hustle and noise, the sound of a young man's shoes running echoingly.

The swinging fire in the glasses shows it fits, and the sound of the shoes disappears with a lingering aftertaste.

A young man takes a knife out of his nose and plugs it into a small wound hole on the wall.

The young man pressed his glasses up with his middle finger as he watched as the walls made a blunt sound that rubbed against each other, opening sideways.

Quietly push open the big iron door.

Yes, this is the PLA (Resistance) Azley visited before.

Several warriors and magicians greeted him when the door opened.

"" Good luck! Dear Warren! "

Warren the Black Emperor. He is the lead executive of the current Liberation Army (Resistance) and former president of student autonomy at the University of Magic.

Warren, with her hands up gently, had more hair stretched than when she broke up with Azley. It was bundled behind me to put together long hair that stretched up to my back.

As he handed his men the small candlestick (candle) stabbed at, Warren stared at the door of the room where Sayla was supposed to be, narrowing her eyes.

(... you have no sign of magic)

That's what I thought, Warren asked his men who gave him the candlestick.

"What happened to Master Seira?

"Ha! He said he was summoned to the Twelve Societies abruptly for anything"

Listening to the words of his subordinates, briefly described, Warren turned his thoughts around.

(That's crazy. What is the Twelve Order at this stage...... It was Lady Seira who called me here in the first place... what if this?

What Warren felt at this time was a trivial question.

But his position was not low enough to overlook it.

Warren immediately begins to draw a magic formation on the spot, at his feet. Drawn up fast enough for other magicians to sip solidly, the emission illuminated their feet, instantly completing and informing them of the start-up.

"Dear Warren, what if... space transfer magic formation (,,,,,,)?

"We don't have time to talk. Ladies and gentlemen, get on this magic team right away."

It was unusual for Warren to rush the others.

To this situation, the men immediately rode to the magic formation and disappeared.

"... are you the last?

"Yes. Bye!

The last warrior disappears.

A quiet PLA (Resistance) Azit.

"... House"

Dark holes opened by cosmic diagrams.

A round large raven with golden body hair that emerges from it.

It is an aluminum large of a rank E (,) monster.

"Long time no see, Rat."

"It's rare to call. Do what?

"Dear Saira, the end of your room."

An aluminum large rat nodded at Warren after a little look at Sayla's room.

"Okay."

"Please. I'll wait in my usual place. So..."

Warren vanished by space transfer magic.

Rat, who dropped it off, rushed quietly, but quickly, to Saira's room.

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Dim one room.

Large room with decorations all over the place.

In the centre there is a round table, where twelve seats are provided.

This is between the twelve men in the royal castle of the king's capital Regalia. There are two people sitting there.

"Hey, Mr. Gaston. What the hell is wrong with you? Whatever you think, you're stronger than you were when we met before, right? Hey, hey, how come?

There is one twelve men sitting in the last seat, Barun the Six Brave, called the different "Yi" of the balance.

And sitting in the back is the Royal Mage, Gaston, the Great Mage of the Tabernacle.

"Well, that kind of lord is more sharpened"

Gaston answers with his eyes closed.

"Is that it? I knew it. Do you understand? No, I'm glad."

"Have you learned a little about yourself when you've been hit by this demon?"

"Mm, I almost forgot the corner ~. It's a bit of a bad personality. Okay?

inflate your cheeks and argue balun.

"If you've forgotten, you don't have the strength right now. At least that defeat and experience triggered that upliftment. That's what I'm saying."

"... Damn, I knew I had a bad personality"

Balun said quietly to Gaston's words, which he said as he saw through.

The words were not as young as previous statements.

(Is this the better ground (,)? Looks like you're struggling because you don't fit your strengths. But it really looked different. The defeat with Porch (little girl), no, I guess meeting Azley (little girl) changed this one. From what I've seen, strength approaching Dragan. - Hmm?

As Gaston raises one eyebrow, the door between the Twelve opens.

"What, just the two of us yet? What are you so busy with, this emergency call?

Here comes Eileen, the Royal Mage, who is undefeated.

I don't mean to tell anyone, but I sit next to Gaston spitting evil.

Seeing Irene in her seat, Balun shrugs.

"Really, what's going on? This guy is getting stronger too..."

"What are you looking at?

"No, I'm just surprised."

"That's our line!

Balun constricts to Eileen, who grips with a glance.

(hey, why are you always mad, mr. Eileen...... no, have you been (,) here lately?

When Irene, who looked in a bad mood, exhaled loudly, the door opened again.

"Oh? Two heavy towns of the Royal Magistrate? I should have hurried up a little bit ~. I'm old school short...... Hey Jacob?

"Don't look at me like that. It's rude, Catherine, even if it's true."

Two of the Six Warriors, Huaban of Fraternity (Hakuai) Katherine and Jacob the Sword Ghost.

Baln sighs when he sees the two of them pointing disgusting words at Gaston and Irene.

Apparently it's a routine act.

When Baln saw Eileen, who was likely to react to Catherine and the others, surprisingly, she was just sitting quietly.

And the first person to open his mouth was Gaston, contrary to Barun's expectations.

"This shitty bitch or Noon, we're just fighting over which one dies first. Why don't you bet your lord too?

"I'm gonna stop. I'm gonna spend that money on your funeral bill."

"I appreciate that."

Gaston meditates his eyes again.

Catherine and Jacob walk forward and take their seats.

"Oh, Balun, were you there? I didn't know it was small."

"If you call me, I'll come."

"Baln, Mr. Catherine said, 'Were you still in the Twelve? Meaning."

"If you fire me, I'll leave."

"That's a special victory."

This one is also routine.

Balun answered pale and remained silent ever since.

And Gaston opened his eyes, and when Eileen pointed her neck at the great door, the great door opened by chance.

"You'll be in trouble if you break the door again, Lord Charlie."

"Ha ha ha! I'll fix it then. Shit!

"Eighty-nine, that would be appropriate, so that would be troublesome."

Two of the Six Brave Warriors, Charlie the Thousand Swords Wanhua and the delicate Tiger Torah Dragan.

Catherine looks uncomfortable in the earthquake echoing between the big twelve. But there's nothing for her to say.

Maybe Charlie, the man who even Gaston puts at a glance, can't help it.

"Ha ha! Dragan's novel followed the board, Lord Gaston!

"Right, Lord Charlie."

"Lord Irene is as beautiful as ever!

"Thank you. But there's nothing to praise."

Charlie sat in the big chair next to Gaston and let him poke his elbow at the round table.

"It's time to change this round table."

After watching Charlie sit down, Dragan sits down with such a grunt.

And Dragan notices. It was Barun's presence that his eyes chased at the edge of his eyes.

Charlie's mouth also loosens to Balun, who made a different impression than before.

"Ho."

Catherine and Jacob are unaware.

However, because of his character or when he noticed a small change, Dragan felt a cold sweat on his back before Balun's strength approached him for this rapid growth.

"This is... looking forward to it, Lord Gaston?

"A little more and you're going to die in peace."

"Ha ha ha! Like Lord Argent, I can't imagine Lord Gaston doing that!

"That's an honor."

Gaston smiling quietly with Charlie laughing loudly.

And Irene smiling in tune like a loving laugh, but her eyes weren't laughing.

(I've been thinking about this for a long time, but this grandfather's with that shitty sage. It's going to grow to death. I know the difference is shrinking, but you still can't see the bottom)

The main door opens again.

The sound of a wand poking the ground. One man in black who proceeds silently.

Long hair mixed with slightly gray hair in the blonde hair. Slash wound from the left of the left eye through the nasal muscle to the side of the right eye.

A man who has lost both eyes walks to his seat with a cane poked in his accustomed footsteps.

"Long time no see, gentlemen."

"Oh, Lord Russell, it looks like a disaster."

Russell is known as the Light of Darkness.

When Charlie speaks that way, Eileen pulls the chair and encourages Russell to take a seat.

"Thank you, Lord Irene."

Sit down, please.

Drop your mouth. Russell, who replied small, took his seat with a cane on the round table.

Catherine is fingering the trick and the round table. In front of Charlie, I'm upset with the Twelve, who don't put it in their mouths, but they won't be all together forever.

Of course, it's not past rally time yet. Katherine is just short minded.

And then the big door opens again.

"Ya, I'm so sorry! It's late!

Young woman's voice.

The woman magician, who let her breath out, appeared before everyone holding her breasts.

Silver-haired short hair, blue robe. Silver eyes closed on one side, breathing on his shoulders.

The age is mid twenty. I'm not late, but I apologize for being behind someone older than me.

Catherine's just here, and she looks bad, depending on the back of the chair.

"Hey, what do you mean you're coming later than us? Amir?"

A silver sperm (ginseng) amyl with one six-digger and super moves.

Amir was in a hurry for Catherine's words and bowed her head again.

"You don't care enough, do you?

Charlie said as he scratched his cheek.

"We are the ones who impose great responsibility on young people."

"I keep my time."

"Is there a problem, Lord Catherine?

"If Mr. Catherine comes to the critical, we'll work it out."

Gaston, Eileen, Russell and then Barn squeaks.

Naturally Catherine stared at Balun, but Balun had already turned away and urged Amir to take his seat, "Amir, let's sit down."

"Excuse me, Mr. Balun.... and the other three, by the way?

"Looks like one of us is here, huh? There you go."

Amir sees who Balun points to. That was between Jacob and Dragan's seat.

"Mr. Natasha, when were you there?

"Right after you......"

"So-so, I'm behind Mr. Amir. He slipped out."

"... hmm"

Six brave men, and Natasha, the princess of war of sin, said in a slightly audible voice.

Long gray hair. Big eyes, little white woman in the mouth. It is wrapped in white light armor with many gold and silver decorations.

Natasha narrows her eyes for a moment and looks at Balun. She also seems to have noticed his growth.

"Surprise."

Amil that puts both fists forward and lets them wield their rich breasts.

Natasha shrugs when she sees it.

"... are you fighting and selling?

"... how did that happen?

"Mix that fight, me too"

"Why even Mr. Irene?!?

Bitter Balun and Jacob.

It didn't take long for Natasha and Irene to spot the two of them.

But at that moment, the big door opened again.

"Oh, you're all early today"

He was a middle-aged man with a mustache.

Wearing a grey robe and a large man poking at his cane said, as Eileen, who was staring at Baln, remembered.

"You were always five minutes ago, Stoffel."

There is one Royal Magistrate, Kamen Stöffel.

When Eileen said so, the man smiled back like he had made it.

"Thanks to Lord Eileen, it's easier to adjust the time. No, thank you."

Irene remembers the creeps on Stoffel's smile, which she doesn't make slight.

As always, you're a man who can't see any emotional changes.

When Eileen snorts small, Stöffel goes to his seat smiling.

"Stöffel, you're not back, face."

Says Catherine with a tickle of laughter.

"Oh? Sorry about this."

Stöffel reverted to his original faceless expression as he slipped his hands flat to stroke his face from his forehead to under his chin.

"And you're surprised."

"What?"

"It's Lord Balun's strength. Didn't you notice? Isn't that beyond Lord Jacob or Lord Natasha already? Ha, ha, no, you're really happy. Haven't you noticed? Pleasure."

Emotionless. Only the high bass of the voice changes, humiliating Catherine with a mechanical voice.

Losing her words, Catherine stared at Balun with a tight gaze. I'm even making my face red on Stöffel's words.

Naturally, Barn turns away, but Catherine and, most importantly, Jacob's gaze even included more anger than surprise.

"I wonder if young people are changing generations early! No, pleasant and pleasant!

Irene looks like a pain in the ass at the fact that everyone but Amir shut up.

"The idea that is common in miscellaneous fish, which does not alter those who see below themselves. No, it's fun to see the miscellaneous fish, Lord Gaston?

"Stöffel"

"What is it?

"It's a hassle to deal with, shut up a little"

"This is, excuse me"

Stoffel slaps his forehead with a pong and makes a face that looks sorry to Gaston to show.

Bite your lips off, and Amir hangs a horrible voice on Katherine, who bleeds.

"Um... treat..."

"I don't need it. Yikes!

Show your anger and stare at Amir.

"Yes, fools don't get to treat their heads."

"Ko..................!

The words of Stöffel, small, but unleashed to sound like Catherine, finally let Catherine's hand be carried to the sword.

Stöffel showed the stand-up and response setup. The face remains as it was when I apologized to Gaston.

Moments, the loud noise that rocked between the Twelve turned their attention.

"" Huh!?

That's the sound of the roundtable smashing.

It was a giant fist that was wielded. Countless wounds and a trained warrior's fist.

It was the fist of a thousand swords Wanhua Charlie.

………………

Charlie's words echo among the twelve whose silence spreads.

"Sorry, my hand slipped"

And Gaston continues.

"Lord... Non is going to slip too?

Gaston pointing his cane tip at Catherine and Stoffel.

This was the last time Catherine sat peeled off, and Stoffel bowed his head once before sitting down. Of course, he still looks sorry.

"Oh, boy, this is Lord Charlie's payment."

"Dragan, your lord said it was time to change, right?

"This is before your application is accepted. Give it up."

"As fine as ever..."

"Because it's the rules."

After Dragan finishes saying that, Amil cares about him as he puts his finger on his mouth.

"With that said, is Mr. Seira here yet? It's already past time..."

"Speaking of which, you are. It's unusual for Saira to be late."

The main door opens so as to block Balun's words.

Everyone thought it was Seira's arrival.

But as we all turned our eyes, it was one man who showed up.

"Billy......"

Gaston was watching on its right hand immediately after staring at Billy.

"Why is Billy the Saint here?

After Catherine's words, Amir made a small scream.

Shortly afterwards, everyone looked at it was still the thing at the end of their right hand.

What Billy was grabbing was a water-colored yarn. It would have looked that way at first.

But it had thin, blue hair reminiscent of water.

"Seira......?

An impressive crying nigger made Amir recognize Sole (,) as Saira.

It's just my neck... Saira.