Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Why are you here..."

Words whining to the pretend disappear to blend into the void and never reach anyone's ears.

The murky, audible conversation becomes annoying noise, punching the eardrum.

Loki switches to second... no, he's always alone the next time. Sometimes I don't know what to do. But above all, there is no one who is supposed to be on this scene.

I feel disconnected from the world.

I was relieved that I had successfully completed my role, but the problem then...

Beginning with solicitation, the nobles without goods who made gold say things, the words spouted out of their mouths serve no other purpose than to make Loki grumpy as filth. That's what it sounds like.

I've already bothered to put the obvious grump on my face to keep it away from me, but my surroundings never got idle.

With Ars on this occasion, there should be no such thing as an elephant in sight, noisy or satisfying.

Will a few small novels be tolerated? I'm sure the embarrassing words could be pinched. Even if I know so, I must jump in without hesitation as a talking tone.

That's how I carve out my time.

I still turn a crisp glance at the woman who approached me one step closer to rubbing into the gaps in the conversation. Many stones in thick makeup, intense odor on the nose, without any magical elements embedded in the fingers.

It's going to be hard for Loki to make a smile out of any of them.

An eye with a willingness to stay away from it any further - especially the smell.

There are people who don't care if it's so obvious.

You don't know, you don't know, or you're quite skilled... at least give me the magician's end and you'll know, I saw the footsteps at the edge of my sight and decided I was just an idiot below that.

Loki is so grumpy now that there is no more.

I come walking over with exasperation. The man with the right width wears a loose swallow tail suit, and this one wears ornaments everywhere. The appearance is not physical enough to go out into the outside world as a magician. That's not the only way to gain a place in the military.

Is a man in his forties or so an escort or a magnificent man like a butler? It looks like we can still fight better this way.

"You're Loki Rebehel. I'm Buhong Moretuluo, and I went out on purpose because I brought a story that wasn't bad for you."

A schematic that looks up a bit, but the man is not that taller category either. So the hand offered was lifted to a position not high.

If you drop your gaze on the sound of jarring and metal rubbing against each other, or even the kind of hand you want, there are five fingers that can be tightened.

Loki looks back at the man like a livestock.

Because their gaze emitted a slightly inferior color.

If he does not respond to the silence, the man received looks at the butler behind him with his shoulders flaunted to Eagle Deep.

The appearance of a man further increased the stiffness around him. That's a name I don't remember. That said, it would be enough to count the aristocrats you know and so on. It doesn't matter to Loki. All aristocracy shows the same.

I've been using Ars a lot because my uncertain magician started to build his position inside the army. If you don't show up on the stage, you can call it the Governor's katana. Many people don't feel good about it. Especially for those who hold high office in power alone.

Even though the right of decision rests with the Governor General, we cannot ignore all of the aristocratic selfish proposals. It's not a demon if it's an internal division.

It is also true that there are good reasons for that. We cannot let good magicians play, and priority must always be given to the recapture of the territory. However, Ars's magic had forced him to do his duty alone because of some harm he had to keep secret - even though he says he wanted to.

So even though there are exceptions, Loki has no good feelings for the nobility.

I even don't think it's worth listening to, not even a bad story.

"Let me look into you a little bit. Having gained so much fighting power by yourself, you have enough qualities to marry my family. My son is twenty-three, but well, age has nothing to do with it. You would welcome me as your rightful wife. The future will be safe if you take advantage of the adults to give birth to a heir. Loki, you can make the fastest promotion in the military, not bad, right?

His gaze ran from bottom to top to lick, stopping with a neat Loki face as he rubbed his jaw.

"My son should like it too..............."

It's like looking at a doll, looking at a product in a store.

I sigh to mourn that this inferior and extreme man is not a demon. At the same time, even a man like this would be helpful in paying attention to his surroundings.

"I don't know who you are, but don't you know I'm your partner?

"Humph! I don't know who your partner is but it doesn't matter. Don't worry, I'll get you out of this soon. The Moretuos don't have any work to do."

Loki's face, which was piercing her faceless expression, changes dramatically. That's not a look that makes you favor someone, such as a loving laugh, but rather a look of anger and contempt caused by Ningro's fierce anger.

Even though I don't know anything, I said I finally got the position of a partner that I fulfilled...... I'm missing something to say and bullshit about dissolution etc.

"- Hih!!

Buhong unwittingly takes a step backwards, having received that concurrent gaze of murder. The butler who was holding back behind me also can't move just by looking at him.

Not so many will notice this unusual change. It can't possibly be in a magnificent seat. It's murder intent.

Anyone who remembered his arm felt agile but could only look aside. I told you not to sneak up on the gods.

Loki opened her mouth when she saw a man sweating cold as even a pest could see.

"You can't do this. Are you prepared to risk your life on that? Me to a pig that devours inebriation? Just kidding... pigs have the livestock they deserve."

"Ki, Ki, you!! You know what little girl flair is talking about! This rambling against me, don't just do it!!

"I will repeat myself because the humanities seem understandable............ are you prepared to risk your life?

It was a natural claim as Loki. Because partner dissolution is synonymous with loss of life.

"I'm not talking! The life of a student can't be the equivalent of mine. What the hell are you doing? I said I'd pick it up... and I changed my mind. Livestock has to be taught which way."

Can you afford to be an adult, Buhong, who obeys all the bullshit of a child, quickly bends his fingers in the back hand.

Deacon, get your face closer...

"Guilty can be anything...... catch that girl in punishment. You know after that, in solitude, no one moves to help... even if they are..."

"I understand. I'll arrange it immediately."

Shortly after the butler mainly broke his hips and turned his heel back...

"Oh, you're making a lot of noise."

…………

"You can't grow up with a student, Lord Moretuo. This must be the seat that celebrated the tournament. I wonder what Lord Moretuluo intends to do with the student in the lead seat. You're going to do great things at a tournament hosted by the Führer. I'm terrified there won't be any more."

A glossy smiling woman entered without cowering Loki's unleashed killing spirit.

Confirming his appearance, Buhong gives him a bitter look as he punches his tongue.

"... favel"

He looked familiar somewhere, but Loki was good at hearing the name. It's the mother of one of the two people Als teaches, Tesfir Favel. However, I feel like I'm too young for my mother.

"You remembered, Lord Moretuo (...)? Haven't you fallen for being here yet?"

"What mouth says soak"

"Looks like you've been busy. I can't believe I put my incompetence on the shelf."

The conversation flies pale like a toy, but the only immediate atmosphere is the words on the board. It was an exchange like a thought routine.

Originally correct, Moretuluo has a deep history of partitioning among the old houses. It leaves behind a custom of blood muscle restraint, the original aristocracy. There is also a great deal of anachronism.

His house was originally a nobleman within the Alpha, but the magician's drainage broke off for more than a decade, which means a fire lit his ass. Buhong, who originally ranked low as a magician, led the troops as the chief of several squadrons. At the time, there were frequent disputes between Froze and the Commander's seat, but Buhong, who had little success, was no longer naturally entrusted with executive roles.

I mean, it accelerated the steps to the fall.

He moved to Hulkapudia and continues to do so. You understand the importance of a good magician, and now you're a leap forward.

"Shit... I don't have time for you right now. To this little girl..."

"Oh, you can't say that either. Mr. Loki is a friend of our daughter's... not to mention the Alpha Mage"

"What do you want to say..."

Froze gently flushes his gaze at the enemy.

"Didn't your head spin slowly? I wonder if you don't see it's past that the Moretuo family was glowing... I mean, you can hang on to crushing it"

"... ku!

The overturned buhong shakes with a pull to indulge in anger and makes a hard fist. But the reality didn't change anything. In fact, it's not hard to crush the Moretuo family today in the Favel family, which even Alpha gets into three fingers.

But...

"But there's no way Favell would do that to my little girl. What's in it for you... if you give her the form..."

"Why don't you give it a try?

"What?"

"So why don't you give it a try? If you'll never be able to see the day again."

…………

It didn't last a few seconds to peel out my teeth.

"We're going home!!

Make your nose rough and make deliberate footsteps to leave the venue behind.

The eyes of the aristocrats, who watched in awe of their arrival, remained directed towards Froze. A quiet venue.

"Gentlemen, I disturbed you," said a praiseworthy voice in agreement with Froze, who apologizes with a social grin.

"I would like to congratulate Mr. Loki, but would you please refrain from seeing that her injuries in this battle have not recovered?"

If Froze says a word, we'll have to reluctantly convince him.

No one pushes evil that they intend to monopolize it. Because everyone understands that she doesn't have a son. I'm not in the mood to convince you, but I don't have anyone to speak up to... I guess because I also know that's not brave but barbaric.

Besides, Loki herself has publicly declared that there are no islands to attach any.

Then it was early, in no time the nobles disappear and start moving one after the other. Flose, who confirmed that he had become sparse, changed and turned back to Loki.

"Nice to meet you..."

"Thank you. My Lord Favel."

Remember the ranks I've heard before, and don't forget to honor them.

What surprised me was Froze. That's what they sometimes call me from my goddaughter's magician when I was still a teacher, but now it's just the title of Lord.

"It was a long time ago when they called me Your Excellency. I don't care if you read anything at all."

"Okay, Mr. Froze."

Froze was feeling different from Alice again.

"And you'd better weigh yourself a little more. There are a lot of bad people out there... and Mr. Ars might be annoyed."

…… It was a detour, it seemed to lack calm. Thank you for your help. "

Surely Ars should be visiting the Favel family once, immediately dispelling the doubt that he would have gained the fact that he was his partner at that time, and reiterating his apology. I started out as a Tesfir mother, but I don't have that bad impression.

"I don't mind," he says, receiving a glass from Froze, who smiles.

I realize the seriousness of the situation even more now when I'm told the truth. There should have been a smarter way to deal with it, but lean the glass to regret the stupidity with blood rising on your head without realizing it. If Froze hadn't shown up, he must have definitely bothered Ars.

Loki understands the cause of the failure.

Ars, who still serves like this, said he was on a mission, but he's trying to get out of here.

Moisturize your throat, panic to a natural and zero sigh, and cover it with your hands.

I loosened my cheeks and rearranged them so as to return them to me, in front of the froze, which seemed to make me laugh even more.

"I'll catch your eye first. My name is Loki Rebehel."

Shake hands gently. I thought you were sophisticated, but definitely a battlefield hand.

Return to me for that feeling. It would be doubtful if they would say that they were fond of me because I didn't have a bad impression. Because this is only a courtesy of getting help.

And the lesson Loki learned from Ars' background is that the people approaching just because they are nobles must hang on suspicion that they have some intent and should.

Not to mention natural vigilance because we're meeting for the first time.

There may not be so much to be wary of, though, as nothing rubbed together was held after Ars got home from the Favel Mansion.

I shook off my cheap thoughts as soon as I thought about it. The fact that Ars is too sweet is due to a good understanding in the last few months.

The person gives a reason, but from Loki's point of view, it's only a shame. So I guess we should at least shake it off when it comes to matters involving Loki due to external factors.