The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

After Catherine and Jacob broke up with Brutes and returned to the hall, the short hand on the clock circled around.

Even though it was daytime, only Azley held the brush silently as everyone collapsed in vain.

"... that guy, that's crazy"

Sarcasm Azley as Balun falls asleep.

"This room stinks..."

Amir said as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Amir, don't do that because I'm going to be conscious..."

Natasha also supports herself with her strength, but she finally stumbles over the tatami.

In the meantime, there's one little footstep you can hear from the magic class hallway.

Batan and Xu were opened, and what appeared was Eileen with a twinkly expression.

"... are you stupid? You guys?"

We can't all answer anything. Irene's foolish calling is unacceptable.

Because...

"So I told you so much! There are few people in this world who can follow Azley... No, you can say they're not there! That's what's left of it! I told you to rest in moderation!

Yes, they stayed here beating Azley's enthusiasm.

The only ones who took a break were Warren, Irene, who knew Azley well, and Dragan and Tengalon, who had left college students in Bailanaea.

"I didn't think I'd get this far..."

Russell, lying on his back, said in a tired voice.

"Sometimes it's more efficient to rest. Except for him."

Keep an eye on Azley, who still stares at the paper.

"Redukate Magic Point was the first to activate the movement of magic that dissipates on a daily basis. So, what if we can break that routine? By destroying the surrounding environment, we have to reinvigorate our magic movements, don't we? Mix the formula to multiply the inside of this magic with pressure from the surroundings? Then the magic digestion efficiency is roughly five times higher... Incorporate improved acceleration demon formation witchcraft into this. No layering required if you are going to tap directly into Lucifer. If I can knock into Lucifer with one blow, I can just magic into that magic formation later................ how?

Where Azley's thinking has stopped, Eileen speaks up to help it.

"Why don't we just keep the formula of the Collector in the magic formation itself?

"That's it!

Azley's brush proceeds again.

"Powerful enough. Now Lucifer will never notice this magical existence. But when I gathered the demons, the activation is still manual. Does that mean I'll do it? No, I can't. Even if you use the instantaneous transfer magic Lega Teleportation to flip around, if you are mapping the universe for this high-difficulty magic while preventing Lucifer from attacking, it will be prevented. Even if Lucifer can tap into the magic formation without noticing it, it will be noticed at the point of manual activation...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Azley's thinking stops again.

"Can't you automatically activate that?

Eileen listens.

"It was impossible to incorporate an automatic activation formula because we put as much information as possible into the magic formation. I thought I should make it manual, but was it a little impossible..."

"There's only one hand."

Warren emerged from behind Eileen.

"What do you mean?

"Instead of manual activation, you just have to have authenticated activation. Because the amount of information of the authentication type and the amount of information of the manual activation formula are the same as calculated. Just..."

"- Oh! Then even people other than me can do it!

In the middle of Warren's words, Eileen's face remains sinister, even as Azley runs the brush.

"It's a super-high difficulty to activate even you, isn't it? Who the hell says we can do this?

I get jittery Eileen's eyes, and Azley's eyes dot.

"Toe, tooth or something?

"Maybe that's not the situation, he is. Regardless of the simple magic formations, I feel unlikely if you ask me if I can secure the time to do a high-difficulty map of the universe in the war of the survival of mankind that is about to happen…"

"Easy...... Magic Formation.................. Huh! That's it, Mr. Warren!

Azley realizes something and runs the brush again.

And when it was done, Azley stopped the brush, fell on the spot, and began to sleep like mud.

Eileen picks up the paper that fell out of Azley's hand. Warren peeks inside from the side of it.

Then their faces stiffened. Shortly after, the two learned the feeling of poppy all over their bodies.

"This is..."

"It doesn't look like it was meant to be. It's Azley."

"No, Master Irene. This can only be said to have been made (,,,,,,,)"

Eileen shrugged at the sleeping azley, and Warren smiled.

"Leave the rest to me, Mr. Azley."

"We'll make it happen!

Eileen and Warren left the hall with the paper.

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"Oh, I'm up!

What I heard from Azley's right ear was his usual voice.

The voice of the best friends we've had for over 800 years.

"I don't think I've heard anything in a long time. Your voice."

Azley told him to whine as he rubbed his eyes.

"Master!"

Then Porch suddenly shouted out loud.

"Hmm?"

"It stinks so bad!

"Wake up. That's what I'm gonna say!

Azley rises out of bed, pointing at Porch and yelling.

"Just take a bath and come!

"Damn, wow!

You thought it was useless to say anything to Porch, Azley leaves his room for a puffy bath.

But along the way, Azley notices.

(... weird, huh? No one in this mansion? Magic is all there is. But there are countless magic gatherings in the magic class. You got Tooth and Lina? No, aren't there all the guys I know?... What the hell are you doing in silence with me?.................. hmm? No, what were you doing with me? Ha? The ex-Decembers got together............ what did they tell you? Mmm, I don't know!

Azley looked up at the night sky as she soaked up in the bath, and lost consciousness again.

A while later, a shadow sneaks up on Azley, who slept in the bath.

The laughter of "Nissi" reaches Azley's ear. The moment you open your eyes with your sleeping eyes, intense hot water pops into your face.

"Bww!?!?

"Hahahahahahahaha! Hey Azley! Wake up!?

It was the silver festival man Brutes who wrapped a towel around his waist and was royal in front of Azley.

"... pu. Oh, my God, Brutes."

Rubbing his face with his palms, Azley dropping hot water finally realizes the blues.

Everybody's gonna be here in a minute.

Brutes points his thumb at the bath entrance.

"Then it's time to go up."

As Azley tries to stand up, Blutz puts his hand forward and stops it.

"Well, well, I washed my body, too, and I guess we'll talk to each other as we take a little bath. Huh?"

"Huh? Was it a good thing I talked to you?

Blutz is in a hurry for Azley, who says he looks like a pain in the ass.

"No, no, no, no, no. You could have met Chunhua, Natsu, Fuyu - right?

"Mmm, well, that's, yeah. That's good."

Couldn't deny it to the boulder, Azley nodded yeah and Brutes said it made him feel better and like he remembered.

"No, I just got back with that Chunhua, didn't I? Porch says, 'Master is a bath!' Cause it's hard enough now."

"What?

Azley tilts his neck.

"With Chunhua's tongue out, he said," The whole place flushes your back "with a delightful face. Hahahahahahahahaha!"

"............ hmm? Whose?"

The blues solidify into a neck tilting azley.

"Seriously, dude"