The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

As Warren stood in front of Azley, a viola from afar rattled her throat.

"... what do you think? Ornell."

Viola asks Ornell, who knows Warren.

"Naturally, I would say that Azley has a minute......"

That's where Ornell's words stop.

But Ornell meditates his eyes as he looks back at the past.

In the past, we spent a short time together at the University of Magic. Ornell was watching Warren.

Along with watching Azley, Ornell, who was also watching Warren, slowly opens his eyes.

"But I really can't think of Mr. Warren losing"

"Warren the Black Emperor of the Liberation Army (Resistance). I heard rumors...... that haunts some heterogeneous air I've ever met. It's like magic itself is distorted..."

Jennifer laughs couscous when she was listening to those two interactions.

"This is rude. Master Jennifer."

"I don't care. I don't care, Viola. Sure, that's my brother, but I don't know how that feels. But I don't. Oh, and I'm not a questioner either. At Jennifer's."

"That's why..."

"Because I'm still stiff ~. Hey, old Dallas?

Jennifer sees Dallas all the time.

Dallas in Jennifer's eyes like that just stared at Warren walking.

And open that mouth quietly.

"... if you think about Azley winning, it's a short showdown"

"That would be the case with Warren. Getting around that magic is hard work. I took everything when I was there, but not this time, right?

"I guess."

While listening to those two conversations, Lina and Fuyu were still watching Azley and Warren move.

Warren, who keeps walking, and Azley, who is motionless from the spot.

Tensions can be seen from the two contrasting faces.

"Oh, um... aren't you going to do it?

The first person to cut the paralysis was Azley.

"Be my guest. I'm Azley, and I'm watching how you get out."

"Well, to be honest with you, there's something going on. I can't go..."

"Ha-ha-ha, I think you're honest and very nice, too, Azley, saying that"

Azley trembles in the creeps of Warren with a grin and a smile.

Gradually it increases and a cold sweat flows down Azley's face.

Warren keeps walking as Nico. Keep watching, Azley.

Finally, Azley can't stand that tension.

"Come on!"

Azley, tempered, jumps behind Warren.

But...,

"Hehe, that decision, a little earlier, was my loss (,,)"

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa!?

Azley stops perfectly behind Warren and a powerful current begins to flow through his body. Its power is so great that Azley pokes his knee in an instant.

"Master!?

"" Mr. Azley!!

Holding his own shoulder, Azley endures the pain with a distressed look on his face.

"Haaaaaaaa!?

"It's a little magical degeneration. It's only natural to practice magic and magic to fight powerful enemies we haven't seen yet, but we were also concerned about the magic that releases them."

Warren's quiet voice echoes in Azley's ears as he continues to paralyse.

"It's apparently quite an accomplishment to see how I didn't realize I was walking with all this magic."

To much shock Trace sees Eileen.

"Dear Eileen, this is...!

"Draw a large magic formation, or a magic formation, with zero magic on foot and activate the moment Azley jumps. He's got a bad personality..."

Eileen stares at Warren with a sinister face.

Trace raises his glasses in front of Azley, who can't move at all.

"This is..."

"Well, isn't there a battle?

"Yes, then...... that's it!

Along with Trace's words, Warren slapped his hands on the bread and solved the current on Azley.

"Ku! Ha ha ha ha...... Shh, wow!

"Master! So thats ok awesome!? I know how many hairs I have!?

"You see!

"Hiaaaaa!? The master is broken -?

Warren chuckles at the conversation between Porch and Azley, who flies in front of her.

I looked up at Warren like that, and Azley's eyes glowed like a boy.

"Now what?

rose up bulky, Azley grabbing Warren's shoulders.

"Ha ha, you're passionate, Azley."

"Isn't that a state where you're putting out more magic than magic!? No, I didn't notice at all! And that restraint magic! No, I think it's probably magic, am I wrong!? That was awesome too! It's a different kind of restraint law than Mr. Trace's junction magic, I'm sure! I think that magic is like a good combination of thunder-invited witchcraft condensation and junctional witchcraft!? Behaviour-restricted magic that can hold more than 200 magicians! Awesome! Really amazing! Can you give me a hint because I can do it a little bit!? That definitely works for the devil, too! Yeah!"

Shake Warren's body blindly and Azley thins flesh.

"Um, your face is close. Damn, this one's flirty, but it's cheerful."

"That means the magic is almost complete!? No, then I'm convinced of that power. Right! A magic that draws across the body is more magical than a magic that draws with a finger or a cane, and if you increase the ratio, you can put that much more powerful magic in it! Right, right! It's certainly an easy but often overlooked method!

"Um, Mr. Porch. Can you handle this guy?

Warren looks at Porch with a rare and troubled face.

Then Porch said as he returned Warren's full smile.

"Uh, the master who did can't say anything for a while. Maybe Mr. Warren, you'll be hooked by the master for a while."

The refreshingly said Porch ran under the Linas to rush away from the spot.

(Mr. Azley enough for that Porch to escape......! This!? Damn!?)

Moments, I hear a strange noise coming from Warren's shoulder.

"Huh! That Mr. Azley? My shoulders are off right now -"

"- Come on, Mr. Warren! Let's go to the lab now! If not, you just have to use the right place! Oh, yeah! Use the place we just discussed! I think it's just the right size over there and we can have all sorts of arguments!

"Uh, Mr. Azley. Talk to me..."

Something like that, Warren and Azley disappeared.

Porch breathes a sigh of relief watching those two on the side.

"Oh, good. Ugh..."

"You've never seen Mr. Azley like that before..."

"That was a great momentum..."

"Those eyed masters are tough. I've been imprisoned for about a week now."

Everyone around me throats at the trembling pouch as I say.

"Dear Eileen, are you sure?

"Warren's guy, he won the game. That's it then... Maybe Azley will be the first person Warren can't handle."

"Hehe, right. Okay, I'll get you a room."

Eileen only says "please" to Trace and walks to Lina and the others.

And Porch, who notices its proximity, stops talking and stops perfectly.

I look at Eileen's pouch. My eyes remain the same. Porch says as he turns away from its eyes.

"Po, it's Mr. Porch!

"... Welcome Back"

Moments, poaches that round your eyes.

And Irene immediately blushed, this time turning her back like she had earlier poached, and the PLA (Resistance) Azit. Walk to the entrance and exit.

"Oh yes... tell that fool too!

Porch, Lina and Fuyu match each other.

Irene's attitude was such a shock. It was such a shock, so the three of them didn't sound like Eileen... they squirted.

"Look! You must be tired, you guys! Now rest for now! I'm gonna be busy this afternoon!

Three to see each other again.

The laughter stays nil. Looking at Irene's back, who shits and walks,

"" Yes!

That's what I shouted.