The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Late night tweed.

In Ed's Adventurer Guild, many adventurers had sleepless nights.

A tip of the tavern with a tingling atmosphere, with determination to head to war at heart. Two warriors were sitting back. There was the delicate tiger dragan of the former Six Warriors and their apprentice, the former Six Warriors Egg. A variety of weapons, including bows, swords, axes, spears, etc. have been placed on the table and inspected steadily.

"Egg."

Dragan calls out to Egg.

"What is it, master?"

"Tomorrow, I may die"

Dragan says so, but his eyes are not even slightly dead. It was the same with Egg.

"Me too."

Eggs with swords in their hands and their faces on polished surfaces.

"... I don't think I could have done much for you."

"Do you? I don't know who I am."

"Your talent is unknown. You can call me a genius - such a man, you are."

"Mm-hmm... I don't know."

"Hehe, that's fine. You're fine with that. Except this time.... Is it good?

To Dragan's question, Egg tilts his neck.

"What does it do?

"It's about Lina."

When Dragan said, Egg's mouth was tightly tied.

I didn't shake my head, I didn't talk, I just stared at my sword silently.

Then a magician stood in front of the egg and said:

"I'd love to hear that, too."

"This is... Mr. Ornell. Come on, have a seat."

Dragan urged him to take a seat, and Ornell lowered his back to the chair after a small meeting.

"Sorry, Egg, I didn't mean to interrogate you, but I got it in my ear"

Nerves can be seen on Ornell's face, just like any other adventurer.

The dragan who noticed it hung up.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah, I appreciate your concern. Dear Dragan,"

"............... I'm curious to hear about Lina, right?"

Here, Egg finally reacted to Ornell's words.

To this reaction, Ornell and Dragan rounded their eyes and matched each other.

Dragan, the questioner, said to care for the eggs.

"It could be our last night. If you see him, say something..."

- I can't do this.

Egg, who told me to kick his teacher's ass.

Ornell questions this.

"How much, Lina, do you think you'll make some time at times like this?

But Egg's answer was similar to that earlier.

"Then why is Mr. Ornell here?

I couldn't return Ornell or anything to this.

I have feelings for Lina like Egg because Ornell was the same. More than that Ornell here, Ornell can see why he wouldn't do it like an egg.

"Egg......"

Dragan's eyes caught the egg very quietly.

"Lina has Mr. Azley."

Egg continues.

"No matter how stupid I am, I know how much it is."

"Egg......"

Ornell opens his mouth small and reveals his surprise.

"So, but... you, you always say 'Mr. Lina'..."

"Is that Mr. Ornell with you?

Egg only turns his eyes toward Ornell and points that out.

"No, I don't..."

"- What are you talking about? You've been chasing Lina with your eyes all the time."

Dragan, a teacher, is also amazed at this.

"Egg, I mean, you... -"

"- If you just think about it, you're free."

Dragan was stunned by the words, and Egg laid his sword on the table before laying his eyes down.

And Ornell tied his mouth and held his fist hard. That's all I could do.

"Is that why Mr. Ornell isn't with you?

"... what is it?

"I can fight for the woman I like. I'm gonna die for the woman I like. I'll do it. We'll fight to the death so that Lina can live longer every minute. So... Mr. Ornell's not with you, is he?

Ornell, who was taken aback. Even though I lose my voice to Egg's words, it was Dragan with me. Then three jocks placed to break in between. A drink (ale) came in. It was Duncan who was rapidly deployed to Ed's guild.

Duncan winks at the three of them only and goes back to the counter. That's Duncan's concern, the three of them quickly figured it out.

"Damn, I've been thinking about it since I was an adventurer, but that guy always amazes me..."

Ornell and Egg laugh bitterly at Dragan's words.

And Ornell opened his mouth, as if Duncan had pushed him in the back.

"I'm so sorry............... yes, I'm with you"

Now Egg rounds his eyes. But that was an instant event.

"What does that mean?

I find out I've been mocked, and the eggs get mucky.

"Come on, aren't you right?

Ornell says with a blur.

"Mm-hmm, you're not convinced...!

"Well, well, both of you. It's alcohol because of it. Let's have fun."

Hold the jock in your hand while Dragan arbitrates.

Egg, who told the master, and Ornell, who told the former Six Brave Men, cannot go against this against the boulder, and hold each jock in silence.

Three jocks that rang with cutlets.

It's the sound of determination, of two men who loved one woman and watched it happily.

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"Blue Two, what are you doing?

edge of the silver mansion. A nut sitting right in front of the blazer said.

Nuts keep their bodies in Blazer, who is completely turned into a nut chair.

Brutes, the man who meditates his eyes in the middle of the hall and breathes quietly, does not react to his nuts.

Instead of the blues, Blazer, a backpack and nut guardian, answered.

"It would be the image of tomorrow. Whatever. Brutes is the spear."

"Hmm."

Gradually, there is sweat from the forehead of the blues. It was very delicate in Brutes' chest, which was eating up his teeth and confronting thousands or tens of thousands of monsters in his brain.

"Come on! Ahhhhhh!!

The body of the nut reacts with a bicum to the blues that pull out the swords he was laying on his hips, shouting them off and slashing them.

"So, are you okay?

The nuts rode themselves out just a little bit and showed themselves to Brutes.

Blazer quietly asks Brutes, who breathes with her shoulders.

"... how'd it go?

"No what..............."

That being said, no more words came back from Brutes.

The nuts tip their little necks.

Blazer throws an unexpected word at Brutes for not saying anything.

"Do you want to take his place?

Blazer said, "Shall I change the spear the most?" That's what I said.

I won't answer anything about this either, Brutes.

"... Blues?

A nut that leans its neck on the other hand.

To answer that concern, Brutes finally opened his mouth.

"Hehe... thanks, I can only see the future of dying in the first clash. Ha..."

The nut face clouds in an instant.

But Blazer said it again with the same eyes, the same voice.

"Do you want to take his place?

"No!

Saying, Blutz points his sharp gaze at Blazer.

But still, Blazer took it with her unchanged face.

"Right."

"............... you can't give up on all this. Even you."

"Oh, I know. That's the kind of man Brutes is. I'm the most trusted man in the world."

"Heh, you talk a lot today... Blazer?

"In silver...... no, he's an adventurer and the strongest man. He's the strongest man the Six Brave Men can beat."

You're surprised by the blazer that talks pale, the nuts turn to the blazer, and the blues show a rush.

"Oh, come on, Bray--"

"- He's an awesome man who hates losing more than anyone. He's an amazing man to beat any difficulty. It doesn't matter if the other person is a demon. He's the best man with the courage to jump into despair."

From Blazer's eyes, one big tear begins to flow, another.

Brutes and nuts who lost their words to too many events.

"You're amazing. Never fail to train, never stop growing, always full of spirit, walking before anyone else. You're strong. It's not just simple force. with a spirit of steel and cannot be snagged under any circumstances. I respect you with all my heart."

"... b, Blazer"

The nuts touched both cheeks of Blazer and wept in the same way.

"Oh no... I'm sending you to the dead... please..."

Blazer only has one last word as her voice trembles and whimpers bitterly, sneezing her face painted on tears and snot.

"... forgive me"

That's what I said.

Nuts cried as he hugged Blazer, only Brutes quietly, eating his teeth and bleeding out of his mouth, holding back and killing overflowing emotions.

Two big Shizukuishi (Nami) flowing down. The blues with his face up showed him a full grin.

I shoved my trembling voice in the back of my throat and said as I played the best of my usual blues.

"Damn, I can't help it... our leader... eh"

To put it all out, Brutes turned his back on the Blazers and looked up at the dark sky.

There are endless overflowing tears… not to be zero.

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One of its silver mansions.

Tifa was staring at Tara as she sat under her eyes.

Both eyes were sharper than ever, and there was absolutely nothing to divert them from.

"Tifa, come on, give up. My life goes forward with silver."

"No."

It was a quick answer. But not this time. Tara lowered her eyes quietly to Tifa's sharp and cold eyes. And he slowly opened his eyes and said it again.

"It's no use. You can't stop me."

Tifa never understood what Tara said.

Tipping his neck, Tifa's eyesight remains unchanged.

But the next moment will obviously change. To a surprising eye.

Tara stood up and after taking a step back, she snorted.

In a moment, Tara glowed and immediately afterwards fell back in front of Tifa as Garm the Wolf King.

A huge body that doesn't look good in one room. But it's not there that matters.

Because Tara did become a werewolf king of her own free will.

"What... so...?

Magic of Moment Awakening entrusted to Tifa by Azley. I used this, and during my usual battles, I was putting Tara back in the shape of a wolf king. But now it's not being exercised. Tifa doesn't use magic or anything. That's why I'm surprised by the anomaly and by what Tara looks like.

"The earliest (no longer)... my curse was broken at the earliest. Even if the Lord does not use sorcery, we can fight for ourselves."

"Shh!"

"I'm not lying. From the day Cleet came to Ed, it gradually became a reality. Is that why you don't know...?

Tara told Tifa to tell her.

But the Tifa shook her head wide and denied it.

"Liar! You can never do that!

"Tifa has changed. Though it is the behavior that remains the same, the eyes that look at me have obviously changed since that day. Those moments when Cleet threw up his braces, surely my senior year tried to be the shield of the Lord. It was the result that Lilia helped me, but that narrowed the distance between Tifa and my life's mind"

"Kee, I don't want to hear it!

"You know what my life thought?... I wanted to protect Tifa... a short human being. If I didn't want you to die, that's what I thought. If I was the only one who thought that (,,,,,)... I guess I would never have been able to break the curse so quickly."

Imminent death.

To Tifa, the death that came towards Tara moved each other's hearts.

Tara tried to protect Tifa wholeheartedly, and Tifa sincerely wished Tara's life.

Tara, who shielded herself and defended herself, remembered her haste, anxiety, and fear, which prompted Tifa to know her heart.

"My life is Garm the Wolf King... this giant body, this fang, this alien... monster no matter how anyone sees it..."

Tara shrugs as she looks at her body.

"I'm a monster...?

"So... so what!

Tifa screams as she stands up.

To Tifa, who even showed her anger, Tara smiled gently, quietly, but clearly, further with her stripping fangs, completely different from her usual high laughter.

"He loved me like this... Thank you, Tifa..."

Moments, Tifa's anger is misty and overflowing with love and sadness at once.

Tifa held Tara sobbing, and Tara matched Tifa's arm and sweetened as she moved her neck.

"Fool......! Idiot...... Huh!

"... I see, I was wondering what would be fun to see Azley and Porch interact with... well, what a pleasure..."

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A woman with purple flames in her eyes - Viola.

A former leader of the King's Capital Guardian Magic Regiment, the presence of Gaston, the Great Magician, can also be called a thick staff officer. That's the viola.

Can't sleep, there were still many warriors and magicians left south of Ed.

The night was deep, but no one cared about it.

Viola was the same, spending the night here just before the showdown.

"Lady Viola, don't you sleep?

Speaking from behind was Jeanne Thunderlight, the elite selection of the same guardian magic soldier.

"That's a funny story. I should have given you an order to go to bed..."

"Is that it? Was it?

To Jeanne, who shows off, Viola leaks a grumpy sigh.

"Again, I can't put any of my men together without Master Gaston, I am."

"It doesn't matter now -? The day before the showdown, right? It's stranger to be able to sleep."

Jeanne laughed and said to Viola, mourning herself.

Viola rounded her eyes to such Jeanne's words and remained silent for a while, but eventually she is forced to laugh bitterly.

Jeanne laughs again, too, and Viola's bitter smile turns into a smile.

"You've excelled, Jeanne"

"What are you talking about? I'm good from the beginning."

Viola laughs at Jeanne, who deliberately says she's happy.

Shortly after that, I heard a small footsteps from behind them.

The two of them notice its existence and look back.

"" Fuyu?

Yes, that's where Fuyu stood.

"I'm here, too."

Konoha points at himself on the shoulder and appeals to existence.

"Lord Konoha......!

Viola is surprised by Konoha's appearance and approaches Fuyu.

"Fuyu, what the hell is this?

"I asked Fuyu." Under the viola, "he said. I was just glad Jeanne was there."

"Am I...?

To Konoha's unexpected words, Jeanne puts a decent face pointing to herself.

"What can I do for you?

First Viola asks Konoha.

"Thanks, Fuyu looks like the rear of the line tomorrow. They say Eileen's woman won't allow it, even if she's about to give instructions over Ballard's head. So tomorrow I'll let you watch the end of this battle from Fuyu's shoulders."

Konoha with a slightly unfortunate face.

I lay my eyes down with Viola smiling bitterly.

"Play. You'd be angry if Lady Irene asked, wouldn't you?

"Ha ha, my husband always said" shitty bitch "in the shadows, huh? I think it's cute compared to that?

"You think I can affirm that?

Konoha laughs bitterly this time at Viola, who says with just a little grin.

"Ha, Viola is something unusual too. It was so tough before."

"Because there is no one or organization that binds me right now... but -"

Konoha, Fuyu and Jeanne nod cocklessly.

As if you understand Viola's will.

"- Master Gaston's carelessness is all I intend to carry."

Konoha stretches her little front leg slightly toward Viola, who shows strong determination.

"Yes, that's it."

Viola as if she had been detoxified.

"Apparently, I'm unlikely to be able to see the honor of Mr. Billy, the head of the Twelve....... Viola. I think it's harsh while protecting Lina and Ornell. But if I find Billy... -"

Now Viola nods. With stronger intentions than earlier.

"'One shot at Billy... No, I have to give him about a hundred shots -"

"- I'll get a hundred shots at that shitty grandpa in the afterlife"... Was it?

Konoha opens her mouth gently to Viola's, and Jeanne's, intense words.

This word Konoha uttered as an untrained to the world when Konoha became the demon of the use of ballads. These two were not at the scene. That's why I was stunned by the two of you who didn't put that information word for word.

Lina, Ornell and Ballard were indeed there.

But it's hard to think of leaking Konoha's words all the time. The only place Konoha's jitsu eyes went that thought was on this occasion.

Turning that way,

"A, Nagareboshi...... beautiful"

And it was a fuyu to say in a dry voice.

But Fuyu was one of those people who stood in that battle.

Konoha sighed loudly in disgust and lowered her hips slightly to Fuyu's shoulder.

"... hell, I guess I won't be able to do it without your husband"

"One shot at finding a gap. Let's decide."

In contrast, Viola says as she grips her fist hard.

"You can't lose if it's just speed. I'll take the remaining ninety-nine shots."

Jeanne states her determination in a confident manner.

"I'll do my best to support you too... right?

Fuyu said as he peered into Konoha, who was anxiously on his shoulder if he wasn't angry.

To those three words, Konoha happily broke his face, and stood up and bowed his head deeply.

"Please......! That's what you did to Grandpa Shit!

In tune with Konoha's thoughts, the three women tied their mouths and nodded forcefully.

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Magic Class Manager's Office.

Everlasting Irene was sitting back on the couch in that room.

Only the moonlight peeking through the window illuminates the dark night. Eileen is always staring at the room manager seat where Azley is sitting.

"Five years..."

Irene is the only one who knows what that number was.

Because there's nobody in this magic class manager's office but her.

- That was supposed to happen.

"That face won't be for five years..."

"Still, I don't like it."

Irene will not be alarmed by the words that are suddenly hung up.

That's because Irene is the voice of someone she knows well and who can come into this room manager's office.

"Mind if I hang up?

"I wish I'd been buried, that seat"

The man whose name the dark night illuminated was Warren.

Staff of the Liberation Army (Resistance), known as the Black Emperor.

Eileen vomits her utmost evil to Warren for permission to sit down.

Another horizontal sofa across from Eileen.

"It's nice. You can still sit, including next to me and Irene."

Don't be afraid, Warren says.

Eileen follows Warren on the couch with her eyes alone.

"... Huh."

"Think about tomorrow and you'll be depressed. I'm sure of it."

Warren smiling and

"I'm depressed now. You know?"

Tooth, nice to meet you, Irene. I said it looked very annoying.

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

"So, what are you doing here?

"Nothing. I'm just questioning Dear Eileen, who has said that she's had enough thoughts for 68 years."

Eileen responds pickly to Warren's words.

"... no, that's a lot of detail. Yes, well, who the hell did you ask?

Eileen thinks of two people on her mind.

One is a fool who is stupid and foolish. One is its user demon.

But neither presence on the boulder reveals its secrets only to Warren. Only that conclusion could be drawn, so Eileen was worried about where to turn the spearhead of anger.

"I didn't ask anyone."

"... maybe a ton?

"I simply weighed it from Irene's expression."

To Warren, who said Nikoli, Irene the boulder also felt a chill.

"I think I know why you're called the Black Emperor..."

"Oh? I thought I could hear Dear Eileen's old story... it was a miscalculation"

"I won't talk to you. To no one..."

"Really? That's unfortunate."

That's what Warren said, and when Eileen sighed, another sign came to the room manager's office.

"Whatever Warren was, Eileen was there."

Not many can call it that to Eileen, commander of the Liberation Army (Resistance). Against Warren, too.

In that light tone, neither Warren nor Eileen got angry.

Because for that person, that's everyday.

"Oops."

A woman who jumped lightly and landed next to Eileen.

"Sister (,,), good quality leather will be damaged"

"I'm sorry I did that."

Bone fist revamp, Jennifer with black fist.

She is the sister of Warren and a former Six Brave Men. He is also an executive of the Liberation Army (Resistance).

Jennifer apologizes for Warren's allegations, but only on words. Neither does Warren think a true apology will return from the proper Jennifer.

Eileen says to Fulbride's sister and brother.

"What are you doing here...?

"Ah, Master Eileen. Pack some more there."

Warren will never answer Eileen.

"Hey, are you listening?

Even though Eileen absurds her voice, Warren doesn't answer.

Just grab the glass that was on the shelf in the manager's office.

Eileen feels uncomfortable when she puts that glass on the table, no, when Eileen counts the number of glasses.

"There's only three of us here."

"Right."

"And there are five glasses."

"That's right."

Following Warren, Jennifer affirms Irene's words.

Shortly after, Irene turns to Jennifer.

Yes, Irene remembered what Jennifer said when she came to this room.

[What, Warren was there anyway (,,,), Eileen too]

That means the fact that Warren called Jennifer.

The moment Eileen noticed it, the door to the room manager's office opened.

Not like sneaking in like Warren or Jennifer, but from the front, normally......

"Oh, excuse me...... am I late?

Eileen opens her mouth to the woman who came.

"Hey, I didn't hear Trace was coming. Okay?

"No, sir."

"No, you're not."

Warren and Jennifer deny all Eileen's words.

And it's the last visitor to dispel Eileen's doubts that dot her eyes.

"Hmm? I didn't hear Lord Irene was here...?

"Dallas!? What... Huh?

Yes, Irene finally realizes.

Being here is an uninvited guest.

Trace sits between Eileen and Jennifer and Dallas sits next to Warren.

"Sounds like a delicious drink inside."

Warren says happily to the liquor Dallas put on the table.

"I didn't know Lord Irene was here... you failed"

"Hey, what's going on?"

Irene fleshes to Dallas when Dallas, who covers her eyes with her hands, says shyly.

Trace, who was about to pour liquor into five glasses, was the first to understand and smile at the true meaning of Dallas' words.

"Well...... hehe"

"Oh no... this is another good hobby"

Then Warren,

"Hmmm?... duh"

As Jennifer follows Warren's gaze, she jumps on Warren's shoulder.

"I see. Ha ha, I know Dallas' old man too ~"

"Hey! Get out of the way, Jennifer!

Jennifer's body and Warren's neck split apart, and Eileen followed their gaze. By the time Eileen noticed the sole, the five glasses were filled with sole (,).

"When Irene's bravery spreads, these things can happen."

"Mine, too (,,) used to sell (,,,), but when I left the Twelve, it was completely gone."

"Oh, if it's Jennifer's, I have it in my room."

"Ha ha, that's what Trace is about, I love you personally ~"

"No... embarrassing... Huh!

Dallas shy on purpose at the end.

Shortly after, Dallas couldn't stand herself like that, it erupts.

"Pugh... Kukukukuku..."

Gradually it became a wave, contagious besides Eileen.

I can't say anything, Irene with a bright red face.

"It's a very good brand of alcohol"

With Warren's first words, Eileen covers her bright red face with her hands.

"Hey, what the hell! What the hell is this? Explain it!

Turning her back on everyone, Eileen said away like the utmost resistance.

"What... executive meeting?

"This is how I drink with you from time to time."

Jennifer and Trace make out, and tell Eileen.

"Wow, you were doing that to me in silence!?

"I didn't know you needed permission... I was losing my mind"

Eileen looks back at the way Dallas can be described as sarcasm.

It was all a full grin that greeted Irene, who exposed her anger.

"Eileen's not an executive."

"You're the commander. I have no choice."

Basically, it's just the four of us.

"Is Master Irene here in the future, too?

To the words of Jennifer, Warren, Dallas, and Trace, Eileen creaks and drops her shoulder.

And when he puts his hand on his forehead and scratches his hair up as it is, Eileen exhales the usual sigh as if she had given up something.

"Ha-ha-ha... Damn, I often say it's suspicious if there's a future."

Irene, who looks frightened. Then Warren gave an explanation to supplement.

"I didn't leave you out of this, did I?

"It could be the last time, so we talked about calling Eileen, too."

"No matter, call Azley too."

"But Mr. Azley refused me,"

Eileen looks like she's not convinced by the explanation of the four of us.

"Why aren't you calling me if Azley isn't coming?

"Oh? That's very unlikely what I said when I said, 'I'm securing you, Azley,' and you decided to join the Liberation Army (Resistance)?

"Oh, my God, is that happening?

Soon Dallas, who was empty of liquor, shows surprise.

"Hey! That's not true! I had my own decision to make!

"Heh, what the hell kind of decision is that?

Jennifer asks Eileen in a flush just because she's here.

Naturally, Irene, I'm going to mouth it. Shortly after, Trace swallowed a glass of booze all at once.

"Hey, hey Trace...?

"... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Irene's face cracks when she sees a trace with a demonic look on her face.

"Oh, no, it's tough tonight. Dear Eileen?"

Eileen cracks so hard that she can't even hear Warren.

No, it's no exaggeration to say that this is trembling at the earliest.

"Hey there. Tell me about it. Irene's... Ki me te"

Intense questions, past rude lectures.

Eileen understands here. I had no choice but to understand.

Only today, because today may be the first and last... I can't get away with it.

"They're going to tell us some memorabilia about Eileen today."

Everyone boils down to what could be termed Warren's compulsion.

"" Ooh!

Eileen's fist was gripped hard and she shook her eyes off as if to shake off the clutter as it were.

"Yikes... Yikes, one drink! Just one drink! I'll just hang out with you for one drink!

Eileen, who snorted, finally noticed, takes a step forward and receives a glass from Warren. And he drank it all at once. Like swallowing even anxiety about tomorrow.

"Huh!? Kaha!? Spicy (from) Huh!?!?

- The night before the showdown.

The last night of equal visit to all.

It is up to that person to see who spends how….