Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

One day I want to ride in a front carriage and give myself up to the slow flow of times everywhere under the scent of grass swinging blue all by myself. and the boy had thought.

It should carve a pleasant rhythm, even the natural black forehead that disturbs the flickering and vision. He even thinks it's okay to shut down the brain library that's been accumulating in the stockpile from day to day for all this time.

I guess this is not a dream come true or not, it's just a difference between dreaming or not being seen. I don't do it in real life, I just fantasize about it as if it were true.

The boy lives and hurries, and his time passes at double speed. I guess it's really a dream. Because it's too far from his nature.

"Ah, Master Ars, why don't we take a break"

The silver-haired girl following at a fierce speed was sickening with the wind breaking with sweat on her forehead.

"Have you snapped yet, Loki? If we're gonna take a break here, we can take it slower when we get there."

Loki blurred with a voice that was scratched off by the noise of the wind, "even though it wasn't," against the Lord, who never slowed down.

The recoil is bigger than expected for the minute it was on my mind that we could travel together because of this. We just have to head more slowly. Luther Luca, who is on his way, says he won't run away or hide.

I need as much time to rest as I need to.

(Ah! Maybe I'm using my time poorly...)

For all the time I've been deprived of, will it be an efficiency priority because I try to get it back? Nothing that rests like this will rest.

Loki looked at his cool back even as he continued to run at a high pace for a few hours and was determined that he had to manage well.

He asked the Favels to cooperate in order to win the noble ruling (Tempram) with Isle von Oomruina. Als and Loki, who finished their role, are on the road for a visit to Lusarca, which they had planned in advance.

Ars politely refused to give the good will of sending him to Selva's metastasis gates to educate Tesfir, which is the essence of Tempram.

Still, only my baggage is supposed to be sweet to Froze's liking and sent to my place of stay. Whatever this speed, it will be the luggage that gets there first. The cargo transfer gate can greatly increase the distance if it is not a human or other life-form.

It should be noted that Tesfir returned the holidays and the college was also forced to be absent. That's because of her ignorance in one place, but I can't blame you for all this.

It is obsolete knowledge in modern times because the construction of the strategy required of Tempram is a combination of magic in the old days of military science.

It would be impossible to win the competition for survival without all mankind sharing that the human threat is a demon. Demons are stronger and more powerful than humans.

Now it must be difficult to even grasp the total number.

Human beings are inferior in everything. It is even said that magic has its origins in demons. It is true that the most efficient way to handle magic is by magic. But humans have human strengths. Develop techniques that greedily accumulate knowledge everywhere and sublimate it.

Demons are not the only things that evolve, but humans can also adapt and evolve. That crystal hits today's magic technology and magic engineering.

One united form is aggregated in a sense with the Lusarca we are about to head to.

If analogized with AWR, Alpha aims to improve the quality suitable for individuals. No matter which lineage is used, there is a compatibility between magic and AWR. There is no country that shoulders the technology to match it as best it can. Is it something like craftsmanship?

Meanwhile, Luther Luca's AWR manufacturing technology employs line production. It produces even large quantities of high quality AWRs and strives for widespread ease of handling against magicians who have reached a certain standard.

I guess these are also called national patterns. The Alpha Army is also a source of elaborate adjustments to the magic formula that will be engraved by individuals in different shapes of AWR. Recycling is therefore not advantageous.

There are also payments for the same AWR in the Lutheran army, etc., which tend to be unified. In such cases, someone else's AWR can also be used on an ad hoc basis, even if there is damage to the local AWR. Although there will be some difficulty in using it due to the lack of personal adjustment.

There is no more inconvenience if only the pedigree formula matches.

On the regular route Ars and Loki fulfilled the entry of Lusarca. Since pre-issued entry permits have also been renewed to licences at border checkpoints, there is no procedure.

The place where I was meeting Jean beforehand was unexpectedly Phoneswa.

Foneswa is a major city in Lusarca. It is even said that all economies are aggregated here. The 1st Magic Academy is also placed here.

With the largest population in seven countries, Luca is set up to scatter the centre of the middle class around it as Phoneswa. The city was now over-expanded and one after the other to the lower levels.

The city stretches to a relatively close distance with the army.

The damage done when military defensive lines are broken in such respects is unpredictable and immense.

Relying on maps purchased upon entry, Ars and Loki fly to the largest city, Foneswa, via the transfer gates. It would be inconceivable that the national guest is just diseased.

It's hard to think that you can do whatever you want until you come to another country. Not to mention the fact that this time we are being invited by the Führer, Lithia, so any action that would be annoying would have to weigh on itself.

And when they reached Foneswa, Ars and Loki strained their pits and feet to the ground.

My first thought when I stepped in was that I had no choice but to feel like a magic tournament of goodwill in seven countries. Time passed after noon, and the movement of people was uninterrupted and crowded as if they were supposed to be past the busiest peak.

I wonder if this is the market, the fragrant smell that irritates the nasal cavity, and the fact that it is so mixed that I don't know what the scent is, but in this vibrant air, my body is going to move with my forefingers running.

Walking through the main street cracking the hedge, Ars was busily shaking his gaze only to the left and right like a beast. I was interested in how it was displayed and how it was commercialized, although I was not interested in this sort of thing as far as food was concerned.

Few people are negotiating discounts in stores.

"This is amazing."

"So..."

Loki, who is perfectly attached so as not to fall into the delightful Ars, similarly hits the gavel. But Loki goes on to ask because there are differences between her and his focus.

"It's like you're falling apart. It's supposed to be the same product, but it makes a difference."

"That's why it's amazing. Probably classifying and setting up outlets, that's why there's competition. Probably something about magic, like AWR, should be on another street."

"Is it competition?"

"Yeah, if we can secure this many customers, we won't be eaten up, but the race that makes business work emphasizes sales. Naturally, we're expanding the market by creating competitors. Of course there will be price reduction competition, this will fit at a certain value but above all not just a simple discount, one display very creative can be seen. I guess they're selling their own services."

This is arguably the strength of Luca. And the Führer is probably the only one who can make this structure. I could see the talent that Lithia had pulled out with regard to internal affairs.

In contrast to the prestigiously divided Ars, Loki wanders his gaze with a delightful but unfamiliar view.

Look at the tricks that remind me of such a small animal.

"Are you hungry? You won't even be able to walk and eat with the number of this guy. I'm sorry, but I need you to be a little more patient."

Did this sound disgusting? Loki protested with a voice acting like she dyed her cheeks and bent her navel.

"Master Ars, do you think I'm such a delicious woman?"

"Hmm, I don't think so..."

"Look, I'd like you to say more far-fetched to women... I don't mind if it's just me"

I'm convinced with a scratch on my cheek that it's something like that. Certainly can cause unwanted noise in terms of delicacy. I made a note to keep in mind as an advice.

Of course, it's not like Loki's intended interpretation, but there's no reason for her to know that.

In the form of being cut in the middle of the conversation, Ars found a landmark with his face flattered. No, even if it doesn't, it comes with a look.

Foneswa, the largest city in Lusarca, has a fountain with a view of the castle in the centre. Countless boulevards stretch out of the central square, each of which is classified.

The rendezvous with Jean is this central square, but the area around the fountain, which will probably be busy from day to day, is surrounded by guards as if they were isolated and closed.

A few luxurious carriages ahead.

"Dear Ars......"

"What a nuisance they are"

One end shelved his rank, Ars expressed his opinion from a citizen's point of view.

Obviously you'll be waiting for yourself. Central Square presents a look occupied by the military. I was wondering if I was heading there now, and my legs would get heavy.

I could also tell Loki that. She walks next to Ars resolutely as a partner, but somewhere she has room.

Naturally, the over-decorated carriage at the center will have someone to match it. Naturally, there's a crowd line of interested citizens there.

This stops the flow of people when it comes to facilitating all the streets with Central Square as their starting point. Looks like the people with the high eyes aren't even willing to move their legs.

On the contrary, few are stretching back because they cannot see the head of the previous person. It's like a spectacle.

The two enter by cracking the hedge like they dressed as such a spectator. What a distressing thing about the curse that can be directed at you, though I'm sorry, is that you have no choice but to move on.

But when I couldn't move on any further, the colored cheer poured out.

A blonde young man appeared as the carriage door opened. A woman of the same age rushes over right next door to take an upright immobile stance.

"Are you finally here?"

Even such a solitary voice plays a chorus of soprano tones from around.

One of the guards immediately asked for instructions.

"Mr. Hispida, which one is it?

The woman who came out following from behind is the kind of woman who doesn't have bad blood and gray hair, but even that strikes a chase on this occasion.

She is in the foresight and praise of those who do business. Enough to compete on where she manufactures and sells the products she devises.

Fluffy down, Hispida wore a cape of the same color as her hair covering her knees while being supported by a guard. A white arm, reminiscent of a dead tree from a loosely lifted cape, pointed to a point.

Without saying anything, the captain looks back, waves his arms and gives instructions to all the guards.

"Organize now!!

"How far is it?"

"Everywhere!! Let them clear the way until they find a dignitary."

"Ha!!

The guards quickly stopped as they pulled through the guards for protection and slowly cleared the way.

"Sorry, make way for me, I'm sorry... but you guys make way for me too"

He raised his anger at one guard for not going inside the captain watching his men organize from behind.

"Do what. Hurry, hurry!!

"No, but..."

Across the street from the guard was a young man who never intended to obey and a girl who lived with fantastic beauty to the point. But that doesn't matter now, Chief Guard.

Naturally, the guard who had to obey warned him as he made his feelings look angry.

"In obstruction of official business…"

"No, I'm meeting you there."

"I'm renting out Central Square now. I'm not saying anything bad, just meet me elsewhere."

"No, so..."

"This is my job, too. Don't feel bad for me."

Slowly plug in the stick you had. I guess I'm going to push it off with a force push.

Compared to the other guards, he's not handy enough to say he's still a rookie, and most importantly, he's not broken up with his job though. That disqualifies me as a soldier, I can't complete my superior's orders under any circumstances.

But there are circumstances that we cannot retreat from.

The moment I thought about what to do, the floating scream came closer and closer.

The guard, slapped on the shoulder with a pound, glances back.

"Ja, Dear Jean!!

"I'm sorry, I'm glad you're not short tempered, but it could be an international problem if you overdo it, so could you... hey Ars, it's been a while"

"Long time no see, Jean hasn't changed."

"This... is the price of being put on the arrow as the face of this country"

Jean waves casually at the women around him sarcastically, but Ars felt it was also what he wanted. Is it also more about idleness than charisma?

It's a gift of nature in a way. The outer surface is different from the heavens and the earth even compared to the Ars. Shoulders, dark roots, dark impressions, creepy by the beholder, or the sturdy one who can captivate the women of the world with one foot at a time is right in front of him.

The one word of the person plays an aromatic tone that only attracts women, a temptation to gather their gaze with a single trick. Some gentleman's side makes you smile like a child innocent.

The women around Ars are also just deviant beauties again, but they have a human flavor that is never perfect. The point is that they deny that they are not fantasies that appear in true goddesses and myths because of their faults.

But Jean and I could say that just about every woman once embodies the ideal person with everything she dreams of.

I have the impression that he is probably the most God loved person in Ars' knowledge in terms of being too perfect. But Ars knew why he didn't look that way at the time of past joint operations.

Jean in Ars is exactly who painted the hero. I can't abandon anything. I won't give up throwing it away to the limit. So the things he gets are always invisible.

It is above all a testament to the fact that not even this cheer is all female, something he desperately gathered in Lusarca.

I once advised him that one day he would die with such a sweet idea, but now I'm sure that's fine.

Als himself, because he doesn't always know what's ahead. It wasn't like I didn't have a verse to think of me though I advised that.

The two were only slightly alike. Maybe that's why I can still hang out with Jean like this.

Of course, although Letty has some similarities, she hates her hair because her student tenacity still hasn't disappeared. I guess that has the virtues of Jean's affection behind it on the edge.

I see it's not that I don't like it in my heart.

"Don't take it badly, Ars never stood on the arrow, so I couldn't even tell him what he looked like here. That's why Mr. Hispida pulled it, too."

"I don't mind that though. You don't look like a guard."

"That's right. Their daily work is also the security of the city. You know, the outside of the army. That's why they also employ them from the general public. In the end, a soldier is a civilian hired soldier. But I guess that's just about right."

Ars, who somehow understood what Jean was trying to say, agreed in his heart.

I can't help but be anxious if there are bee military men around among the citizens. If that's the case, it's more efficient to get used to it, rather than asking for an understanding of intimate relationship building as a priority.

Even Alpha is divided with the security forces, but there are few magicians for that reason.

Huh, I noticed Jean gazing at me as if scoring herself from the bottom, but sooner than I was surprised ~ hmm, roaring.

"Still, Ars, I wonder if you'd like that outfit as a national guest"

I told you I was gonna take a little trip.

"There is such a thing as physical appearance. If anything happens to you, we're gonna have to take on a debt that's too big."

The outfit, which was meant to distract me only a little more than usual, also didn't seem to reach the acceptance line. It's a simple outfit with a collared shirt and black top and bottom. It was against my expectations that I would be ketched in an outfit that I shouldn't normally wear by mistake.

Even though it's not bad in terms of casuality, I also feel it's a different field to just ask Ars, who grew up in the military, for his taste.

I look down at my outfit once now, and when I float a question mark.

"First of all, the colors aren't good... but they're good. Exactly. You'll have to get dressed when you meet with Master Lithia."

Even though Ars finds it a pain in the ass, he doubts common sense more than character that he never faces each other more than the invitee is her.

Of course, because Ars is this outfit, Loki was similar or stopping by, but Jean praised him by the time he was clear.

"You'll have a lot of trouble, too, but take care of him, Mr. Loki."

"Yes, I am very aware of that, Master Jean. But Master Ars doesn't look very different anywhere."

"Well, that's what I've been doing."

The squeaky voice that is spewed out into the hollow mists without expecting a response. I don't know what a dress code can be ignored given Ars feat, because that might add more unwanted enemies.

Earlier guards lead the way with tense feet on the bees so that the spot is naturally over-decorated carriages with no further pursuits.

There was something uninterrupted about it. Ars saw a beautiful girl walking half a step back with chirali. Watch the outfit from the bottom and end up with a neat face.

"What is it?" Ignoring his honest questioning gaze, Ars turned forward.

In the end, if the material is good, whatever you wear will look pretty good.