Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The two stopped at the rear of the line looked back in surprise.

On a more serious look than usual, the two of them align their feet and align their voices with "Ha".

"... I asked for Ars. You know."

They understood the meaning of this word correctly. It is also an order that the visaist told me when it was newly established. But that's just enough to convince them.

No, the more you join the mission, the less you'll know. The crew now think for sure, they should be intuitive.

how much Ars' potential fighting power will salvage humanity. So much so that I can affirm with the present that his value is comparable to that of a single.

Power to the number of magic holdings while also gaining taste in combat, and above all, the amount of magic that does not allow for other follow-ups, makes you think that it is bottomless on long assignments. Its power difference was suspended among troops with many three-digit magicians. And the rhetoric of the crew until their mouths were aligned was at that rate of growth. Experience absorbed day by day is reflected in the optimal way. The crew, confident in collaboration, were now running out of words they could twist out for advice.

It's impossible to tell Ars not to expect anything like that. The work of a single magician is so inclined to national power. Now there's a ninth place named Sisty Nexofia, but I still can't count the occasions when Alpha can be helped by a single.

Her work in defense is comparable to that of more than a hundred concurrent magicians. This is the ninth place. The way Ars worked when he became a single magician would be immeasurable.

That is irreplaceable to anyone.

Lindelf growls throaty and snorts with cockroach and determination.

"I'll take care of it. Mr. Lindelf may be anxious, but I'm with you, Captain."

Elena elevates her nose with five fingers up her chest.

Both Beric and Visayist turned their hands quite a bit back to pull her into the force. He wasn't very enthusiastic about riding, but he got a colorful reply with an instant response once he made me meet Ars.

Originally, Elena had the captain of a squad whose main defense was defense. That's part of the force that Sisty has jurisdiction over.

She's Sisty's godson, the fierce one who came diving the dead line with her.

The highest battle power among the high-ranking officials was struck and applied as Ars' guide.

I have this history, and Elena feels strange when it comes to Ars' escort, but the point is she is there to avoid being unscrupulous.

These are things I can also say to Lindelf, who is in charge of the command, and he is originally just a magician with a head turn. It's here. It's easy to drive when you say it.

Visayists were looking at it before it was built. So the enlistment move went down on him first when there was a meeting from Beric.

There was a direct persuasion from Beric about Lindelf.

The two went into the dressing room clamping their expressions out of words to remember their liver.

For the record, few magicians in charge of the outside world have separate dressing rooms for men and women. Because the actual dispatch order is sudden, basically because we refrain from doing so in the troop room and have a dressing room in a separate room.

I will add that a partition is built in a private room at once. For this reason, there is no reason for a woman to expose herself to the lack of them - unless she deliberately peeks.

There is a private room for the crew and a locker inside. Unfortunately, there was no room for a nike on this occasion, and I waited in the aisle until Ars finished dressing, but I butted in the corner after a few spins in order to cleverly invert behind the narrow aisle to find my sittable position.

Ars starts dressing in his own private room as usual. It is up to the individual to dress when going out into the outside world. Whatever you dress like you usually do. Still, it is also about this arrangement of uniforms that many wear uniforms paid for by the military and are entrusted to them.

So much so that they can undertake modifications within the military headquarters to make it easier for individuals to move or equip themselves in the outside world without greatly compromising the design and so on.

Nor can this be blamed if it is indiscriminate and to such an extent as not to discredit Alpha's magician. This is also one of the characteristics that gives rise to the national pattern.

There are two lockers used by Ars in the dressing room.

One contains military uniforms, the other hits a set of weapons and equipment such as AWR. Not so much a quick change of clothes, but after dozens of assignments, Ars quickly undresses and punches his clothes in the locker.

Als, who was only underwear, pulls his pants out of his locker and wears them to slip. The moment I fastened my belt and put my hand on the inner - the sound of a thin partition door opening sneaking behind me rang.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Ars."

I still get a high voice in that tone that sounds like a little dance.

"What is it, Mr. Elena? I thought I'd finally been freed lately..."

When Ars, who hooked the inner to his arm, looked back, there Elena in her underwear quickly closed the door like she was backwards - the only thing backwards is action and her expression doesn't reflect any backwards darkness.

Her dressing room hits the far end just beside Ars. If you look there, your clothes are hung on the wall.

Elena wants to get dressed with Ars every time something happens. Naturally, it's cramped in a dressing room where there's only room for one person, but it's also been gone since Nike became a part of the team.

Underwear with lace on top and bottom of pink, chest had a clear peek into the valley. Her body is constantly scratched, but her body is still as tight as it should be, boasting the ideal proposition for women.

It's a shame about the scars, but when I first saw Elena, Ars flabbergastly overflowed with "Even though it's beautiful..." Of course, I made a correction afterwards, but Elena also said she was proud without saying anything slightly unconcerned: "This is proof that we have fought".

So, Ars also didn't say that she didn't have her scars now, and she kept saying "you're beautiful" from the bottom of her heart, unchanged.

"I'm not letting you go. What a misplaced button in the meantime. Besides, Ars, you don't have flash bulbs or signal smoke."

"No, the other crew will take it like a mountain, so don't you need me?

"Da-me. Those who fail to equip will be the corpses of the outside world."

One finger up and Elena in her underwear points out in preaching confusion. Note that this word seems to be a take-away from Sisty.

"... ok. It's narrower here than that, so can I ask you to leave?

Ars asks to be angry. That wasn't so blatant that it was annoying, it simply complained about the lack of dressing.

Elena's outstanding proportions also don't seem to be projected on an 11-year-old. In fact, she is an eye-catching beauty even within the military. The excuse that initially escaped into Ars' dressing room was to be peeked at.

Ars' private room would immediately detect it - no, because the next door is Elina, and if I were supposed to care about it, I could immediately detect it.

And well, it was the reason I was so full of holes. Actually, Elena is in the crew's peek without Ars. That's why Lindelf is at the head of it - we were after Lucky Skebe with just a few outrageous feelings.

Snake feet, but Lindelf's first voice, which opened the door while he was dressed in dignity, was "Yabe, I made a mistake". Although naturally the "chipped" at the end of the phrase was to be instantly converted into "scattered".

Naturally, she is highly combative among the crew, with the exception of Ars, so the peeping crew soon became a healing magician's troublemaker. There is such a past, and there are still no fierce people to peek into, but every time Elena sneaks into the dressing room because of this.

"Heh-heh."

and Elena, responding with a full grin, seemed unwilling to go home.

Ars ignores it as usual and starts dressing.

"That's enough, let's get dressed quickly"

"Well understood and above all"

As she knew this was going to happen, Elena strokes Pong Ars' head.

Ars can barely get his hands off him. I looked back chilly to a different feeling. Elena was the first person to stroke her, even if she ever put her hand on her head. But he gets intercepted with a grin scattered all over his face with joy.

It's always the case that your arm touches you a little bit when you put your head through a shirt in the narrow so that you feel uncomfortable and impatient.

"This is ticklish."

"If you're complaining, get dressed at your place"

Did she even touch it around her stomach, Elena had a pranky grin as she finished wearing her tights to hire.

Ars frowned slightly at the next garment he grabbed, as he heard the door open from the dressing room of the other crew members and hurried to be driven by a sense of impatience. It is a thick, military-paid sock.

This wearing spiciness was troublesome. I usually sit on the floor and wear it, but this time it's not appropriate for Elena to occupy the place.

It was time to grab Elena's shoulder like that every time.

Ars solidified and stood on one leg and inserted his toe into his sock. But my fingers get hooked without going through to the foot part at once.

The Ars stayed put because of the momentum.

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Ars' face buries suffocatingly in the double hills of Elena, just through her arms trying to put on her shirt. The elastic chest, covered in a piece of underwear for not closing the button, gently wrapped her brunette head around it.

"You're still a child, Ars."

The look on Elina's face that made me joke so much was gentle to see even in a dangerous child, but from Ars's point of view, she would have complained if her mouth hadn't been blocked.

But there remains remorse for raising your gaze in the burial and not spinning your words.

"You don't wrap your socks around them to some extent before you put them on."

Shortly after you tried to push Elena away with your arms clamping her shoulders...

Elena held Ars' head in her arms like a hug. That's when I whispered, "It's okay," but it never reached my ear.

Ars has the tender feeling of being surrounded by flowers in Elina's chest. Smell that I've never smelled before. The reassuring smell makes me think of an all-inclusive dream instead of appealing to my sense of smell.

Maybe that was his first love for him not knowing his parents.

The arm trying to get away gives up early and is slowly unloaded.

Als closed his eyes gently to the warmth of his skin.