Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Don't stand in regret. After it's all over... it means it's too late to regret it after it's passed.

But in this case, I did what I could. I mean, I guess regret has been available for a long time.

That kind of regret.

Considering the back of the stage, it was impossible to avoid the risks in itself. No one can possibly be able to predict the future, so it's just a difference in perspective after it's over.

Then it wouldn't make sense to think about everything. There's always a absolution mark somewhere, so I guess this regret means it's not a summation, it's an emotion of one individual.

So whether to wedge regret as regret shame, or to feed and move forward, I'm sure neither seems right and not right. It is not a question of justice and evil.

Now let's think about it, the process of how to take it… part of forming an individual.

Let's look back at the past. Some of the many memories that are currently left behind in a progressive form. The days passed and the days passed...

Special Demonic Attack Unit, commonly known as [Squad 0], is a newly established unit.

The new establishment of the unit is mainly limited to magicians who were found to be sufficient to lead the unit. That criterion depends not only on simple ranking, but also on achievement, merit and length of military service. This is if you start up on your own.

Probably a new circular will come down from the upper ranks of the army, with the captain and multiple crew names specified in the directive. This is, in short, a reminder and an order.

External extermination teams, support teams, investigation teams, etc. Individuals are expected to apply after specifying their purpose if they are to be newly established, but in the usual case, the policy of the team is already specified in the directive, so they do not have the right to decide.

So, this special demonic attack unit | [Squad 0] is founded by an individual, but Beric's life exists behind it.

Because I can also tell that this put the captain in Visaist Socurento. A boy named Ars would take years, because he finished his training program in just six months.

Bellick needed to build a track record to get Alpha - the senior officials around him - to recognize Als as a magician. It was synonymous with achieving merit and required sudden attention.

There are many voices of criticism in training programs. Not to mention further anticipation of using Ars in action, whose origins are uncertain.

That's why we've created a new contingent.

Bellick became Governor and could not take control inside the army, and in case of a defection, he made the new builder a visaist on paper.

Not only did Bellick request the captain of this squad from a visaist because he was a buddy of the old knowledge, but to feed him into the upper echelons.

We can also expect an arm that can successfully recruit Ars, but Bellick didn't have a subordinate who could be called the right arm after taking the position of Governor.

There is also such a purpose, and many members of the Special Demonic Attack Squad have the potential to be on the more Rick's side in the future, which is also a variant.

Troops that seemed strange made a jump and became the object of attention.

The stew was excellent. Most of the directives to the newly established units came mainly from the Governor General, but months of accumulating achievements in the outside world.

Various directives had turned the troops into days of busy killing.

"Ha ~ No more... my back hurts too much"

The man, who said he was only in his twenties and came into the waiting room of the troops, fell asleep on a chair lined up about four to fall. I'm telling you to make sure you fall, but that's not like you run out of power. Around kneeling to make sure it doesn't hurt properly, I can see that this man is not a fancy personality, and he hasn't run out of sex or roots yet.

The man who stuck up, Lindelf Meger, turned his face to the side - his head under the table was powerless and he seemed to fall asleep even now, but his eyes opened wacky for a moment.

"I'm whiter than black, but I have so much care to cheer up my laborers, Elena!!

Elena, a female cadet who was so sitting face-to-face, blushes her face by closing her legs under the table. It would be from anger, not shame.

Blonde hair tied in the back of her hand, her forehead long enough to cover one eye, and the other side hung on her ear. The age is 26 for Elena, whereas Lindelf is 28. Her rank is higher, but as a rank, Lindelf will be higher. That's why I was in a senior junior relationship.

"This is the fifth time since this week, Mr. Lindelf. Time to die."

When Elena, who raised her blue muscles, threw the material she was looking through on the table basically over the chair next to her...

The longitudinal table floated up, making sure to stick it up from the bottom and into two straight pieces. Elena swung up one leg.

"-!! Wait, I'm weak... whoa!

Lindelf is blinded so that he can be sucked to the base of his shaken leg. The sight of a forbidden garden being held back by his thighs and squeezed... gave this man depth of emotion.

"Is there black too!

"Ma, again!!

Elina cleverly suppresses shorter skirts in the air to conceal secrets. Now it was a tide from shame.

But one leg swung up doesn't have a bare gesture that the force just cages and can always pull in.

"Rest assured, Mr. Lindelf will be buried as a martyr"

"Yes, no! Ma, wait yeah really!!!!

The face I looked up on the chair was frightened. It seems rather from the frontier of giving up or vice versa.

And the leg, which lays down with a sword but waves down like a sword, draws a semicircle and plunders Lindelf's nose tip.

"-!! Ohh!!

Lindelf should have been on the chair, but he tastes a few falls and hits his head on the ground.

"Ars, it's not worth helping a guy like this."

"No, Mr. Elena, you can't be deluded here. If you want to do it, it's the outside world."

On the verge of his heel falling down, Ars kicked and blew away only the chair Lindelf was riding.

The legs dropped on her face just had to plunder her nose tip due to Lindelf's fall, but I guess she was also calculating that there was an Ars behind her back because it was about her.

On the contrary, it could have been catastrophic if I hadn't pulled the wax and chair.

That can't happen, because this exchange is more permanent than it was at the time of the new establishment. It was a promise, and I was so used to seeing it that if nothing happened, I would be anxiously driven.

It was only regrettable that a series of matters included Ars.

"Mr. Lindelf, come on. I can't go out with you either."

"You know what, Als. It's more inevitable fate than being born a man. You'll find out in a few years. No, you'll notice. It's an unbearable urge."

"Ars, don't blow weird things into you! Lynn...... Delf......!

"Ha!

Lindelf's head is distorted as he was talking while falling on the floor.

Elena is stepping down to see the garbage.

"I don't think this is a good idea, either, for education. - Phew!!

"Shut up crumbs"

Elena, who weighed in, looked down. By the time she raised her face, she changed and looked at Ars with a look that made her see the clarity. You wouldn't even know what you're doing if you just put your torso in your sight.

"You really shouldn't take it, Mr. Ars. More fine adults are in this squad too..."

When you stray from your gaze like you think.

"The army is full," he replied with a full grin.

"Am I in that too, Ensign Elena?

"-! Captain Visaist...... no... well - without the niggardly look on my daughter's face when she's proud, there's no other way to beat it"

"Guh! Well, that's inevitable as a father"

"Elena, it's time to step aside... and the captain says it's inevitable. I mean, it's a man's sex."

The visaist sees Lindelf being kicked down.

"Don't be with me. Yours is the bottom line."

"Huh, Captain?"

"Better than that, just get rid of it, Lindelf"

"Yes," Lindelf admitted small with a gaggling renunciation.

The men who keep coming in are just on their way home from work. Neither is Lindelf and Ars.

Fatigue had accumulated considerably over the past few days because he had been out of the outside world shortly after taking a break.

The crew just look at the room and overflow "again" as if nothing was going on.

I guess it's a sight that makes you feel everyday, even though you're busy with your assignment. The crew's face can see more similarities to relief than fatigue.

The Special Demonic Attack Unit consists of 15 troops. It's not uncommon to separate teams, but when on assignment in the outside world, they form a team of about six or seven people.

Lindelf is excellent as a commander, but until he came to [Squad 0], he had a lot of critical objects around him because of his personality like this. That can be said to be the problem.

He was often treated like a troublemaker in the outside world when he said he had more posts to get. I guess that means Beric incorporated it into this squad there.

For better or worse, the crew of this squad had many magicians with strong habits.

I treat Ars as a one-magician, not a child, because I recognize him with the perception that he can keep his back. Of course, Ars himself has a cause. The pale words that made me feel faceless and emotionless were not humane at all as if they were machine pronouncements. Which means it's not childish.

During the face-to-face meeting at the time of the new building, some even said that it was really a child.

I guess that's why it's advice.

The crew do not hesitate to throw up at children who are more powerful as magicians than they are.

"Ars, look at the big picture a little more. There's no point in forming a team unless you know everyone's role and behavior."

"Well, it's not a bad choice that you crushed the higher-rate demons first, but depending on the circumstances, they can also be bad hands"

The man who was at the mercy of the wall in the corner also put his arms together and opened his mouth.

"That's exactly it this time. All we can do is move restricted by your actions. I'm glad you're keeping your back, but don't lean on me."

"Yes, I'll be careful in the future"

Instead of turning around, Ars told me he wasn't interested.

But no one is offended by that. Because there will always be a change after the next time, but progress will be made. A war station is something you learn from experience.

Even so, the crew twists their advice to Ars, who grows daily on where he was taught.

"Ya ~, those people are secluded. Ars, you're just a kid."

Elena put her hand on Ars' head in a joke mix. I don't even stroke it. I just put it down. The crew understood that there was visible warmth and that she had an invisible abortion.

I can't check that, I don't realize it, I don't know it must be because Ars is just a kid.

Lindelf turns his face and says the natural facts, who was cleaning up a table that was in two with a chair that was so damaged that it was useless.

"But stronger than anyone here"

…………

That's what everyone knows. Nobody just did what they put in their mouth.

Lindelf has never spoken to Ars about collaboration in the outside world. I guess that means he's suffering as much as he is. I don't know if I should keep too strong a force in a cage called collaboration.

No, collaboration and acting as a team means constant victory. Because maybe it's still a matter of him being a child.

Not much is spoken of here, but the implicit dilution of the word that Ars is a sophomore in a magician training program that is the center of criticism within the military. That was also due to the early annihilation of the first year students in the outside world.

"Right, collaboration is a lifeline. Not much I could have said, but it's too late to understand the need. Ars, it's up to you. Because you have talent that you don't see in history, it might not fit in the frame of a regular person. So the first thing you need to remember is to think with your head."

Rounding a bunch of paper, the visaist pounds Ars' head.

"Understood."

The visaist sighed with his nose at the voices without discouragement.

And I walked into the entrance and exit where I had just come in, and I looked back and looked over at the crew.

"I'm sorry I'm tired, but I have to show it to you as soon as possible."

The sinister face that smells troublesome is usual, but it was the first time I ever showed something.

This squad is currently the focus of attention inside the military, for better or worse. Complete numerous tasks. The leap forward has steadily raised his reputation and track record in the military without knowing that he is flattered.

The directives and requests for mandates are endless. Just sorting is hard enough. Naturally, few of them are intended to stain.

It is a well-known fact that Visaists are friends of the new Governor, Beric, and the Old Knowledge. It was not uncommon for high-ranking officials like nobility to push for unscrupulous assignments because they did not often think of the new system or because their convenience was difficult to get through. I guess the point is it's a matter of force.

The hard-to-say situation that has yet to be described as a single rock is plaguing Beric greatly.

The Special Magic Attack Unit was visiting a research facility on the Headquarters premises.

This is a magical development from the manufacture of AWR, other than that, a useful accessory in the outside world. Even military uniforms are manufactured in this area.

It just hits the basement of such a research facility. This is mainly where it is also used as a vault. When he arrived in one of the rooms lined up, the visaist put his license on the panel.

Then the door slides and the light lights up in the room with the high ceiling. I guess it's an empty warehouse. There's nothing there except one.

"Captain, what is this?

Lindelf asks with his mouth open. Other crew members have similar faces, or bad hunches, or things like liberation strapped to their faces.

A huge cage with a dong placed. The iron plaid, which is also as good as the human arm, is not only sturdy welded, but tough enough to run to the cross.

"Ma, demon!?

and someone would have no choice but to whine.

A number of them were sounding heavy bass so that a fierce roar lurked across the regular enclosed lattice.

The shadow that fell from the cage ceiling fades, and if you look at him, you can see he's not a demon. Because he did not possess a uniquely distorted, disastrous, poisonous body color of the demon. On the contrary, it has an ambitious appearance.

It resembled a wolf supposedly extinct by disease. No, if I didn't know the wolf existed, I could say it's somewhat of a twisterless example, but it looks like a dog.

A long tail that becomes like a whip covered in silver body hair. Fierce eyes like looking at prey, sharp teeth with gums stripped out. Blade-like nails draw a semi-circle and rattle the floor.

Yes, even though I likened it to an animal, the obvious difference would be its size. I just looked at it and it was over 3m long.

I guess I described it as a demon because of its ferocity.

"This is a test-generated demon dog for detection, apparently"

"Now you're a dog?

"Well, what's there? It seems to be genetic manipulation or something. It's just that this guy can create magic, so he can detect demons in the outside world. Built for less detective magicians, as you know."

The visaist will supplement the explanation as he rolls through a bunch of materials he had.

"If it's put into practice, we won't be able to fall behind in the discovery of demons. I want you guys to take this guy outside. They're taking experimental data there."

"Captain, do you have this? Isn't that so hostile?"

Lindelf may well point that out. Being put in a cage is good evidence.

"Surely this is impossible..."

To Elina's doubts, the visaist made her face cramp.

That's the only problem and the biggest problem.

"Oh, come on. Character is ferocious with organ and genetic modifications that produce magic. It would be a problem before we took the experimental data. That's why they took a look at it first. It's a little nasty, but if you say no, it's just a little nasty."

"You mean the plan above? Whatever..."

"Well, wait, Captain, if you touch the information, you might be able to handle it. Animals, you must be scared."

That said, the skinhead crew walks over in a mood for fear.

…………

For once, let's keep an eye on what happens.

"It's genetically engineered, but I don't know what it is. If you rub him even under his jaw, he'll rattle out... it's a tickle... ho... is that it?

I tried to get my hands out of the gap, but I couldn't reach the height due to the amount of money at the bottom of the cage.

The next moment...

The cage is shaking and the dog jumps on his arm.

"Wow!

A vicious tooth chews through the sky close to a man with a single hair pulling his arm in.

The man came back as if nothing had happened when he could enjoy his buttocks.

"It's an animal."

…………

Elena overflowed her forehead with "dumb-ass" amongst the frightened soldiers.

"You were quick to crack your confidence."

"No, it would mean that our common sense doesn't make sense. The research team made me something terrible."

The exhaled crew shouted at him.

"In the first place, it's the cat who caresses and rejoices under his chin. Do something about your eyes first."

Unlike Elena, Lindelf kept her mouth shut so she wouldn't have a white feather arrow standing on her.

The chase came from Ars. Point your finger at the cage.

"I mean, that saliva, weren't you totally trying to prey?

"What kind of animal is that? You recognized me as bait."

The visaist who heard and thought of Elena's words.

"So, Ars, you want to try? You don't have to make him recognize you as bait, do you?