Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Silsilla and Orneus are undoubtedly the dominant beings.

The state of the war will shake tremendously with the trends between the two of us. But that should be the same for Ars for the other person.

I can't help thinking about it now, Ars said back.

Having acquired some knowledge of Tempram until he came here, Ars had only brought up one souvenir. Of course it's the opinion of the inexperienced. I'm here to ask your opinion on whether this will be adopted.

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Explaining it carefully for about 10 minutes. Ars repeats his reflection on just cutting back instantly, even if he is pinched on the way out. The question is whether this is legal. Hopefully it won't be an irregularity by the rules, but the decision as to whether it was an irregularity couldn't even look through the rules in the rulebook.

Besides, he can't achieve the wins that Ars himself just presents. It would be difficult without a full Favel family backup.

Froze, holding his mouth down with a quiet hand, looked at Selva with a difficult face.

"It's funny, but..."

Its gaze is unfamiliar with every corner of the game called Tempram but weak because of it. Agree, or leave the judgment to the butler because his age is not Dade.

No matter, I am also familiar with Tempram.

Selva placed a minute in the thrown husband's gaze before

"It will be difficult to judge. All I can say is that it's not a complete deviation from the rules. This neighborhood depends on the judge's volume, and you need to turn your hand around here so they don't hug you, too."

"I don't think that's a good chance of winning."

"Hey! What, what do you mean? I'm not sure..."

Tesfir revealed that his understanding was not following him in a leaning manner. Of course, this operation hangs on her in everything.

"Why don't you ask me everything first, Mr. Fier? This time, the operation proposed by Master Ars must be carried out with the help of your Lord."

"Ugh, yeah......"

I have to follow Loki's pale and told argument.

Tesfir just shrinks across the street to Froze's shuddered face. I had no words to go on with her eating the bastard.

"You don't have to know yet. Strike the rules tight first. And then, Mr. Selva, can you please?

Ars is sending the utmost courtesy to Selva on this occasion. This is a difference in age and respect for the objectified opponent, but it's not the only one. I really can't hate this old butler.

Maybe that's his deacon's qualities.

"Okay...... it's okay lady, I'll do everything I can to teach you, even with a slight force. For the sake of this Selva lady, until you do what you can to powder yourself."

"Then you wanted to do my part?

Ars must essentially participate as a substitute for the Favel family. Then Selva won't be able to participate.

Whatever the beginning of things, he should have liked to join in.

But Selva shook her head with a soft face as she raised her mouth edge slightly.

"Of course I'm prepared to whip on my old bones, but in this case Mr. Ars definitely has a better chance of winning than I do. on the basis of reasonable judgment. It's only for the sake of the lady, not me."

Having said that and put his hand on his chest, Selva immersed herself in memories as she pursued. To be sure that the words are not false.

Ugh, and breathing out gently, Ars issued a statement that he would take on the service again, which never changed with "OK".

(Is this what all deacons are...)

Discipline yourself for what you serve. I can't even feel the pride and dust there. The priority is to beat all of him.

This was Ars' honest admiration.

"Let's do what I can, too. Otherwise, you shouldn't stick your neck in the first place."

Selva turns only her gaze to Froze as she sees through without stopping words there.

And I didn't call you from the beginning.

Hmm? I get the feeling that Ars is missing something in a dialogue that includes That overlook was to be notified early by Froze across the street - as if he hoped the story would proceed with a full grin.

But about the identity of that grin, she's just about right, and her well-shaped ball-lips move.

"Shall we go now?"

"Okay. I will also consider some patterns of operations in that direction, but please consider that for insurance purposes"

"Right. Well, then I'm sorry I left you to rely on Mr. Ars, but thank you very much."

"No, it's a boarded ship. I'm the one who burned it."

It was after Froze received the minimum necessary words and conditions regarding the personnel to be gathered.

Froze cut out the story relatively naturally.

"So how is Mr. Ars going to be an understudy?

"Yes?........................!!!

It was a rare mistake for Ars to tell and realize. No, it seemed like something I would have noticed sooner if I had said that.

At the meeting with Isle…….

That's why Isle threw up his last throw-up dialogue.

"Forgive me for being a little mean," I said a little of that, but on this occasion I call the dark clouds.

Yes, Ars assumed that he could participate from the outset as an exception. I was mistaken for negotiating with it. In other words, Ars must also take formal steps as an understudy.

But...

"Maybe, but no exceptions are possible. And based on that, they must have been able to hold this negotiation."

"You should be allowed to participate if you have served an aristocrat for at least two years, or by cooperating as an aristocrat..."

It was Ars exploring the unraveling of the mesh with bitter thoughts, but the lack of unraveling from the beginning is corroborated by what I have already learned as knowledge.

It is possible that Ars would not even function as an operation if he did not participate. Froze should be above aware of that, too, but she had some room.

rather than revealing a slight sense of surprise.

"As it turns out, my participation is near impossible..."

"Oh, shit! Do something about it. If you're not smart, ask the Governor."

Though I don't think I'd sneak up on Tesfir's straw or his proposal to scramble.

"Don't be silly. This is a matter between the nobles. Though it is closely related to the nobility and the military, it is business and position. So odd to say, the nobles lay inviolable. The army must remain silent unless there is an obvious act of transcendence regarding nobility."

"Right. The nobles and the army are only aligned in their interests."

With Froze's supplement, Tesfir loses her words stunned.

On the other hand, however, Froze is concerned about being strangely calm.

Ars called it a detour or "This is why it involves nobility…" and then decided to swallow it in his heart. I'm the one who stuck my neck in it. There's no way we can use shallow school as an excuse.

That's when Froze's suggestion blew the fire full to crack the strained air.

"It's possible to be a nobleman, isn't it, Mr. Ars?

"Yep..."

"But now we're not even gonna make it."

"Exactly."

"Then there's only one way out. Perhaps Mr. Ars just didn't realize that the child of Oomruina knew."

Selva puts a piece of parchment in a basin on Froze, who said he was the only one who laughed bitterly.

Driven by unexpected anxiety, Ars was feeling resistance to spinning his words out.

When Froze carefully smears the parchment, he redirects it and slips it on the table.

When I stopped in front of Ars, there were three people looking into it.

"…… is it an engagement"

"-!! Mother!!

Tesfir puts his hands on the table dang and releases a protest. Perhaps this was more a reaction to amazement than a protest.

It would have nothing to do with whether the allusion was completely solved. Even without implication, she hates the word engagement.

But it didn't look like Froze was feeling uncomfortable to the point of awesomeness.

"No? In this case, there's no other way."

"Sure..."

Ars agrees with the legitimacy, but holds the temple against being pulled so far. I was walked on an invisible rail.

I can't say anything the other way around about whether you were thinking that far into this emergency. Yes, we can't withdraw when we express our determination to participate.

Ars sighed when he saw the cool Selva. I guess this old butler is a guru too.

Not even a valve could stand. Ars was the moment he shook himself to the horrors of the nobility.

"Dear Ars......"

Is it because I realized that Loki, who comes with sad eyes, cannot escape?

All she wishes for is Ars happiness. That's all, but boredom doesn't run out because I know a lot about a character bone pattern called Tesfir.

Loki cares more about Ars than anyone else in the first place. He is the one who should take precedence over himself. It was emotional theory, but his hopes must not be inhibited.

Even so... only the lack of a place to go in Loki's chest. To be honest, Loki wants you to throw everything out and reject it. He may have invited himself, but Loki still wants me to be more patient.

But above all, she understands that she can't. Because that's the beauty of Ars and why Loki is still alive.

What kind of emotion does a misty chest elicit? Is it jealous? With a bad feeling, Loki kept it in her mind.

Even though it was, the hands that pompously caught on were, as usual, gentle things to rest in. * So clear in an instant that I want to entrust everything to him.

Loki disapproved of the cash personality she would make. The expression has an excuse for itself in a way.

"One thing, this engagement can be dissolved, right?"

"A long time."

"Like I said, I have all sorts of problems, so it's a consideration that won't bother you."

"Let's just say that. So, good for you, Fia."

Always silent to cool her feverish cheeks, she returned to me haha and repeated her mother's words in her heart.

"Yeah, no, I just don't like it, keh... so, su"

She was spinning herself and felt her chest get lighter. Niyali and my mother see me relieved and rekindle my cheeks. Worries had left, like the sky after the storm.

"Please accept Fia."

Tesfir with a question mark.

"Disengagement as a nobleman is painful, but it's not uncommon when it comes to women. Ningro men have a bigger reputation..."

"Of course, I have no problem with that"

Tesfir nods to delude as of late that wasn't even in his brain.

"Well, I was wondering if you could sign it, and it's a seal, but I don't mind if this one's a thumbprint."

As they say, it can't be. None of us were alarmed by Ars now that he was noticed for his aristocratic ingenuity.

The gaze that glances at the engagement book reads the letters as fast as it is researching.

"It's okay. I wouldn't even think about fooling you. It's useless anyway."

Ars drew that it refers to ranking. If you can't believe it, you can use ranking. You have to exercise your powers.

Exactly. Even the Favels won't be able to sell fights head-on to the military. That's what Ars ranks for.

My only concern is that I may consign myself with the Governor. I had finished reading everything to the extent that I could not get my guard off but still not be distrustful.

Run the pen with that hateful Beric grin in mind.

"Yes, now we're officially engaged."

"You do need that engagement letter at the time of dissolution, don't you? You don't want to lose it, do you?

"Absolutely."

Even if it was my first tentative engagement, at this time, as the Favel family... no, Froze was smiling as if my heart belt had loosened as my mother.