The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

An undisturbed stride proceeds.

Footsteps are sounded with precise clapping and arms are waved with precise clapping.

With countless scratches on his face, his expression is unshakeable.

With all the fatigue that accumulates within, the will is unshakeable.

In this, the two of us walk in the lead, looking cool.

He has the same wand and the same gaze forward.

"... sure it's around here, isn't it? Where did Gaston say he was?"

"Right. I heard a herd of Diaminotaurs was discovered..."

A year from the time of joining the group. More beautiful, Lina. And Ornell, who built up his mind and mind and became a mature body.

Lina and Ornell pay attention to their surroundings by relying on information.

Wangdu Guardian Magic Corps even behind. The elites of that unit are blinding.

In the meantime, the silver light traverses them quietly. As soon as possible, Ornell, followed by Lina reacting and pointing the cane.

A sober voice returned to the killing of the two released for a moment.

"It's me, both of you"

"What is it, Fuyu?"

A young impression was lost and a growing fuyu appeared on a horse with silver hair.

Fuyu frowns in Ornell's words.

"I'm still in the position of Assistant Commander?

Cold and uncluttered eyes strike Ornell.

"I'm sorry about this. Assistant Commander - Gu!?

Ornell's head showing a formal bow hits Gotun and Lina's fiery dragon wand.

"In front of everyone, Captain Ornell? It involves the morale of the troops."

"Kuh, not at all... you can't even make a joke, Deputy (,,)?"

"I'm angry with Master Gaston because I'm too serious. But that's why I became a deputy captain."

"I'll say it often. Even the amount of magic would be very different from mine..."

In a decree decided the other day, Lina, who was president of student autonomy at the University of Magic, became vice captain and Ornell, vice president of student autonomy, was seated captain of the unit.

They had grown to be entrusted with a special elite unit of the Wang Du Guardian Magic Corps.

With Gaston's policy of adopting a complete meritocracy system, it was better to leave Ornell's support to Lina.

"So? Are you in a hurry to come all the way on the platinum?

"No, as it stands, we're waiting here. Because it's too fast to afford it."

Ornell stroked the neck of the silver horse that Fuyu came on board.

Bea (oh) eyes that make you peek thinly. Sweet platinum in Ornell's hands to make you feel good.

"Starhose said to be faster than sound. You've got such a rare horse so well... Dear Gaston"

"The moment I went out to Ceri City, I heard Master Gaston run over the sound to buy it or something, what do you think? Directive assistant?"

"... Well, what can't be called a metaphor is the amazing thing about that one. You've been intimidating competitors around you with glare and magic and lightly competing for 10 million gold in instant execution. But isn't it too hard to make such a rare platinum my demon?

Ornell and Lina look at Fuyu with a bitter smile.

"I guess that's more overprotective than forceful..."

"Yeah, I think so too"

"Ha... I've got platinum to help me too, but this kid is so sweet..."

Fuyu pointing a difficult face at platinum.

Ornell stroked the platinum again, as if to follow such a fuyu.

"I have nothing to worry about. I looked it up in the books, but they still have those demons (,,,,,,,) in there, too."

"... Really? I knew I wanted to have a chat with Platinum, like Mr. Azley and Mr. Porch."

"Heh, there are some cases where being a user demon doesn't remove your will as an animal. I also started and found out…"

Lina was impressed with Ornell's story, but Ornell at heart seemed more concerned with Fuyu's story.

"Mostly, when the hell is he coming back? It's been two whole years. Damn, where and what are you doing......!

Lina and Fuyu laugh limply at Ornell showing her irritating face.

"Hey, what is it?

"Mr. Ornell? That's what Mr. Azley and Mr. Porch are for. Of course I'd like to see you too, but I don't think I should see you right now. Me and Lina, I don't think we can stand next door yet."

"That's right, Captain. Those two will come home when they really need strength."

"... how do you know that?"

"Coming. Absolutely"

Reina strengthened her tone of voice again.

To this, now Ornell and Fuyu laughed at each other.

While such bickering was bound... In an instant, the grin disappeared from the three faces.

"- House!"

"Ho, House!

From Ornell's magic formation, Meiger said,

Ballads emerge from Lina's magic formation.

"Nah, it's time. I want you to put me to bed a little bit more, dammit. Ooh shit dragon. Don't interrupt."

"Hmm, it was! If you hung it in my hand, you could clean it in an instant!

They snort and curse at each other.

But the two lords never cautioned against this.

Is it because of the dragon tiger pattern deceased, which has already been done many times, or because of the earthly smoke visible in front of you?

The magicians also map the magic formations of the house and make demons appear.

"Prepare for battle!

Ornell's voice sounds.

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At the same time, this is Gaston's office.

Stacked piles of paperwork. Something is swimming beneath it.

"... pu"

It was Gaston's use of the demon Konoha who put his face out of the pile of paperwork.

"Your husband, whatever you think this is, this is crazy, right?

"Shut up and sort it out. I'm aware of that and Viola."

Gaston looking through every piece and paperwork.

All of them are monster crusades with excess difficulty in the hands of the Adventurer Alliance.

It is a situation in which documents are divided according to the degree of threat and corresponded to from a high order.

"I heard Lord Charlie was in a similar situation. Is it true, sir?"

"The same goes for the Kingdu Guardian Brave Soldiers. And this allocation. You seem to be concentrating monsters that don't go well with magicians. Even the herd of Diaminotaurs Ornell's troops received said they should organize a joint unit with warriors..."

"... you don't seem to be worried about splitting, your husband"

"Soak it up. I don't know how to raise you like that."

Konoha's thin eyes stare at Gaston.

"Ho, that's great confidence - but as it is, I... no, I think everyone in the Magic Corps is going to fall halfway down the road, right? Can't you do something... Ishtal."

"............... keep your mouth shut. Lord Ishtal is using his mighty power to protect his people..."

Konoha narrows her eyes even more to this word of Gaston.

"Your husband, how many years the hell do you think we've been dating? The truth behind your husband's face seems clear.... Now you're thinking about Eileen, right?

"............ at all, I was wondering if you could help me, bake care of all the things I don't need... It's Irene, the rebel who plans to overthrow that country, right? The Commander of the Magic Regiment, Noh, says it's weirder not to think."

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho?"

"Huh, the paperwork is good already. Bring me some tea..."

Konoha bows slightly down his neck to Gaston, who gives up control of the user demon.

"Whatever you say... your husband"

Konoha carries the pot near the door with his little body full.

Gaston stops the task of putting it in his head once and stares into the void.

(The woman, hey, said, "I'll keep an eye on the country from the outside. So you're inside. You got it". He said he didn't know anything until Warren contacted him...! Nevertheless, you thought you'd put a tengallon in Eileen's cauldron, the Twelve, you Ishtal... he's a lump of safekeeping. Must be worth the sawdust manipulation. But what Konoha says is also true. As it is, we are crushed by Ishtal. What am I supposed to do..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................? Kid)

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"Oh, my God! Not bad. He said he breathed as much air out there!

"No. Dear Eileen... You don't know how important you stand right now. Warren, say something from you, too."

"Ha ha, nothing to say from me, Mr. Trace"

Turning a dry laugh to trace, Warren closed the book she was reading with a pattan.

"But you don't seem used to life here, do you, Master Eileen?

Warren lifts her glasses with her middle finger and flushes her eyes to Eileen.

"I'm not used to it, but I'm still not convinced! Why should I be the leader of the Liberation Army (Resistance)? I wish Warren could play such a troublesome role!

Eileen slaps a gashy desk with her little hand.

But it goes without saying that Irene's height did not make her powerful.

"... the desk is huge!

"I will order a small desk for Mr. Eileen later."

Trace raises his glasses with his middle finger.

"Yes, fine, at this desk! I don't have a budget for that!

"When Dallas returns, let me carry him."

Warren raises her glasses with her middle finger.

"Come on, I'm telling you!

"It's time to get a chair that can reach your feet."

Trace raises his glasses with his middle finger.

"Kiiiiiiiii! You guys! That's how you think you can stop Ishtal from moving!?

"No problem"

The trace

"In turn, things are well carried."

Warren,

"" Don't worry. ""

Raise your glasses with your middle finger.

"I don't care what you think, those glasses don't fit the size."

Eileen sees the two of them with a frightened face.

"Top-notch eyewear holders are"

"You can lower your glasses when you need them."

Trace and Warren present Irene with breathtaking words.

"I knew I wasn't going to take on this role..."

Irene, with a deep sigh, moans as she holds her forehead.

At that time, the PLA (Resistance) Azit command room door opened with a loud noise.

"I've told you many times, is a door something that opens quietly, Jennifer?

Irene says without breaking his posture.

Jennifer, the former Six Brave Men's Bone Fist, sits in a nearby chair laughing at her.

"Don't say what you want, Irene. Wouldn't it be okay if you worked a little harder for me?

"Damn, you're the only one who calls me that.... So? Did you check on the other twelve?

Irene finally turned her face back and sat with her legs together on a chair she couldn't reach.

"Of course."

Sister, report.

"Heh. Er, Eileen's loss made her twelve. Tengalon is still the college president of the University of Magic. I haven't put it on my face, but you're desperate to fill the hole that Eileen missed. Warrior College seemed to be busy with a new college president, Dragan, because President Charlie had moved into the Warrior Corps. Stöffel still didn't seem to know what he was thinking. In that sense, is Catherine with you? It's Billy's limbs and shit."

Irene clouds her face in Jennifer's description.

Billy now without the shadow of what used to be one of us. Eyes change, to the extent that even the expression shows malice.

But Jennifer dared to keep explaining.

"Jacob and Natasha don't feel like pawns. That's why I hate seniority. hahahahahahaha"

"Cohon"

Warren's cough stops talking about something that seemed off.

"Ever, later Russell and Amir? Those two are over here, after all, so I'm with Charlie and Gaston, and it's going to be hard to hit Ishtal. It's only a matter of time before it crumbles..."

Jennifer exhales toward her own forehead and rocks her forehead.

To Eileen, who remains silent before this, Trace tilts his neck.

"How have you been, Master Eileen?

"You still have one, it's troublesome..."

To Eileen's words as she walks in her arms with her seat up, Jennifer brings to mind the person she described the situation to as she broke her finger.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, Gaston?

"I wish that grandfather kept in touch from time to time!

Irene fleshing on Jennifer first.

There, Warren gives out a help boat showing trouble with the boy.

"Sister, instead of Mr. Baln, who was recommended by Charlie and Dragan to join the 12th Order."

Jennifer twisting her head on a chair. Then she starts talking like her eyes glowed and remembered.

"Uh, egg (,,)! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Sister, you are troublesome because of your personality. I'd like you to focus on your mission."

"Um, except I'm helping the Brave Soldiers at Charlie's, so much so that he's basically climbing the outer walls of the Magic Soldiers...?

Warren glances at Jennifer speaking with a troubled face.

"Ho, that's odd. Dear Eileen, may I explore something?

When Warren looked back like that, Eileen and Trace were leaning over with their heads.

Warren leans his neck small to the rare.

"I don't know if it's all the way there... I even remember being scared when I got there..."

Trace who managed to squeeze out words.

"Your porn kid......!

Seeing Irene's subtle anger, Warren was struck by something by Jennifer.

"Ha... I see. Do you mean that those who become twelve are also human? Lina was liked by a troublesome opponent."

Finally swallowing the situation, Warren lowered her back to the chair to rest her tired shoulders.

"Totally...... well fine. Please remain vigilant with Dallas. If you want people, you can tell Warren."

"Ho ho."

"... where the hell is he doing when he's fucking busy..."

Everyone on the spot was picking up the words of Irene, who muttered small.

But no one ever asked about it.

(I'm telling you, Irene)

(If you're free, you'll say it)

(Damn, you're loved. Azley, are you...)

Because we all know it.

Warren, who raised her naturally lowered glasses with her middle finger, smiled quietly and immediately turned her face back.

(Well, where the hell is he doing now...... hehe, looking forward to seeing him again)

Modern black emperors also remain black emperors.