Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"You've got something to say."

It was no choice but to leak admiration into letting go. A wide training ground greeted Ars and Loki in front of them.

Thirty or so students work in training just to watch.

Countless AWRs gathered from all over the country were seated on the entrance side, even equipped to be deployed to the army.

Not only that, but there was a compartment that assumed the waterfront in an obstacle compartment as if it were aware of the actual battle, a compartment wrapped in fog so thick as to obstruct vision. It is more obvious than seeing fire that all of this assumes a real battle in the outside world.

"That's an unlikely sight in the Second Magic Academy. Nevertheless, the capital investment so far."

Awkward, degenerate words behind Loki's overwhelming words.

"Ha-ha-ha, mostly training ground funding was the problem, but it's true the military magicians have been a step up since last fiscal year for what it's worth"

"So I can't believe we're all here this year. Did you contact Bellick before the tournament? And because of that, I was too old to start a confrontation."

Jean avoids pursuit with a naturally made bitter smile.

Even if I just wanted to show this sight, Loki noticed a little inexplicably.

"And aren't you in class now?

'Cause of that, we'd love to have the second magic school heretic kid unravel it.'

"Hey Jean..."

Returning Ars' chilling eyes with an apologetic look, Jean had included a strong eagerness in those eyes along with a seductive smile.

"I don't think this will take a hanging, Ars, but will you ask me to? I want him to go after his back a little more."

Ars figured out what his hanging was referring to. He was definitely thankful that Jean's men didn't have to die during past joint operations, thanks in part to Ars. Of course, I didn't mean to lend that to Ars because I didn't mean to.

But it's not like I don't owe you anything. I'm going to make a loan.

She also asked Jean to contact her on the occasion of her visit to Lusarca. I haven't heard back from you yet.

Of course he also tells me his life is at stake.

First, I checked the terms they put out for me to meet up with.

"What if I told you I'd take it?

"... of course I was going to take it from the beginning."

I mean, I guess it was for this time that I didn't answer that instantly.

"You're good for educators, Jean."

"I don't know, it itches my teeth that I can only do this"

Sooner rather than later Loki realizes who Jean is referring to. It has been since the Magic Games of Goodwill in the Seven Kingdoms.

All matches were interrupted and students gathered at the training ground rushed to align themselves with Jean.

"Long time no see, Master Jean, and also Master Ars and Mr. Loki"

Phyllic Argane is arguably Jean's beloved apprentice, who first showed a glimmer of gratitude. I wonder if I've done a light warm-up. My exasperated body was experiencing heat.

The reddish hair that caused the hair to jump at its tips in a mess has a crisp atmosphere. The thorny caged gaze like before totally lurked the ringing.

All the students bowed their heads towards Jean following him.

If Ars remembered correctly, all facades of the Seven Nations Goodwill Magic Games were included. I guess I've been collecting it from the beginning with that intention.

Ars lifts his arms gently against Philyrick. You noticed it late in its intentions, you looked at Jean once and then lowered your eyes and apologized.

I'm just saying that this is not a good place to talk about it.

"I'm sorry everyone got together all of a sudden. I'm telling President Corsey to spare me the absence of the lecture, so feel free to brush my arms."

One woman raised her hand and stepped forward on behalf of the student in those strange words.

"So isn't that Jean's guidance?"

"You will. I'm your guide today."

The hair of the female student, with a changed hair color of jade, was shaking to tickle her skin around touching the clavicle. From the front, I tie a bunch of momiaghe hair in two with a ribbon. I don't know what's wrong with the chopper's eyes. They'll look disgusted. Therefore, I have an idiosyncratic impression.

The two short spears held in one hand are at the edge of the blade and a red string dripping from the neck.

Other students see no change but her and Phyllic as they switch to a discouraged look.

"Karia, it should be a good inspiration for you, too."

Ars felt a sense of sight (...) eh in the name of Fukalia. The name, the letter, is memorable. And it wasn't that hard to remember. Because she was the leader of Luther Luca at the Seven Nations Goodwill Magic Games.

The Ars had an eye-catching first grade activity, but it was never touched for her, but in the third grade department, she is the winner.

I didn't put her on the checklist at the 2nd Magic Academy because Karia was in the 3rd grade and there were no students in the 3rd grade at the 2nd Magic Academy who could fight her properly.

"Dear Jean, I have an exciting day with my students every day. I've never felt bored."

"Right. It was a bad way of saying it."

Kalia pales, but only Ars and Loki, the outsiders, are unaware on this occasion. There is only Phyllic who can shoulder her, and that is not always the case.

Karia is not as emotionless a person as she looks. On the contrary, the inside was twice as delicate as man. Not to mention I was willing to ask my junior classmates for training.

It was always shaky under the faceless look of what to look like and coach everyone if I even lost. I have a sense that she is her own tiny pride. But if you're a junior classmate at the same school, you'll feel the technology you've built is vain.

The only support for my mind is the ranking of 772nd, which I finally climbed. Phyllic is 489th and higher than he is, but that's not the difference in strength because there's a teacher named Jean out there.

So when Kalia always asks Phyllic for a match, he always cuts it up in front of the settlement. I couldn't throw everything away, even though I knew it was like a coward's.

But Karia realizes what the consequences will be. That's not the way to rank. No matter how many magical repetitive exercises you repeat, it won't be any better than in action. Kalia has lost her ranking in the 100th place since Phyllic enrolled.

She was invisible and in great distress. But the students who aspired to be magicians were thin, but they were guessing. to not having her counterpart...... to the fact that she always coaches juniors.

It was the same with Jean that I noticed that. In Jean, he's not going to take a disciple, but Phyllic is just coaching when time is available. Jean thinks it's his responsibility - to lead him.

If a single magician sees a particular person, the horn stands, and Kalia is famous for being good or bad. There are other reasons why I can't personally mentor her, but I only visit the college a few times a year in the first place. Jean couldn't take away her misery, although she handles it each time.

A magician like Jean, who has already been recognized by his surroundings, cannot change her in a real way.

That's why Jean wanted Ars to deal with him, including about Kalia, with Fillik.

Something will inspire you to change, he said.

"That's why I asked Ars for your guidance today... I know what you're trying to say, but I value him very much..."

Jean doesn't change her complexion when she sees the look on the students' faces.

No more good luck for those who know Ars's rank, but for those who don't know Ars was not impressively good in that he abstained from the tournament en route, even with his unknown strength.

"I don't mind, just..." Kalia said, pointing her sharp eyes at Ars.

The point is, I didn't think it would be her inspiration to the students who competed in the tournament. Karia viewed Felinera Socurento as a rival in the sense that she would shoulder to shoulder even if she saw less.

That's why I can't help feeling more insulted.

I hope Loki Rebehel is still next door. Sometimes she finds a big difference in age when she investigates. She still falls back on her back.

Karia unconsciously gallipped and her powers caged in two short spears.

But Jean answered with dawn and clarity to such Kalia and the students.

"It's okay, because you're not hands or feet."

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"Okay. We would be delighted to join you if directed by Jean."

(It's not like the instructions)

Jean scratches her cheek and laughs bitterly.

Karia noticed herself getting grumpy sometime. There is only one thing that Luca is proud to see Jean Rumbles like this.

It should have been festive inside, but it would have meant that I had a pale expectation of his personal guidance on my own. Kalia reflects on how selfish she is.

Nevertheless, I was only a little concerned about a person named Ars who would let a single magician say so far.

So Karia...

"Dear Jean, of course you can do everything you can"

"Of course."

Karia nodded without saying anything more with a full smile back.

"Come on, we're pushing time, and we're getting ready, and the compartments are all free... Als, do you want to deal with each and every one of them?

Jean inquired invincibly with such a voice as everyone could hear. As if to provoke as well.

"I told you time was pressing itself now. I don't mind all of you."

"Become!!!

This voice was pronounced by Karia. They all had the same amazement, but missed the voice that they wouldn't be able to hear first from their usual girlfriends. I was more surprised by Kalia's voice than by what Ning Lo Ars said.

"The stage is as usual............ keep the substitution level to a maximum. Let me know when everyone's ready."

Maximizing the heart substitution of damage implies a high degree of danger. That's all the opponents who were insulting you turn into wary enemies at once.

"Yes, Ars, I think we said our equipment is up to date, but the maximum conversion rate here is a little special. Well, think of it as double the maximum conversion value commonly used in the military"

"I see, are you going to let me get that far"

"In case."

In the Second Magic Academy, the top magic cannot be converted first. So I couldn't use it, and I couldn't put comparable magic into it, but here it seems to convert easily to the top.

It's just not good enough. In other words, all magic below is converted and reduces the damage to the mind.

Impact, for example, means it's possible to return as soon as you can withstand even if you can't mitigate it or strike the magic directly.

"I don't mind that, but what's AWR gonna do? I don't have it now."

"Of course you don't have to worry. I'm arranging for my luggage to get here."

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Ars praised silently. I didn't think I could get away with it now, but it's another matter of good hand-windling and privacy. Als' oversized bag contains research material that should be known as previous aggregates.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm being treated so politely that there's no more of this one, and naturally there's no fool to open it"

Ars flushed his excuse for Jean's convulsive mood with a sigh.

In the meantime, each compartment of the training ground will be housed on the wall. The training ground, which was as low as a few steps, turned into a less obstruction-free terrain.

Unpacking the baggage that had already arrived, Ars takes out a pitch-black AWR from inside and wraps his belt around his hips.

The students, who watched the scene in a far-flung fashion, were uncomfortable with Luther Luca's proud single-magician, Jean, but instantly rang his throat.

All the students here possessed their own AWRs, but all of them kept their gaze off Ars' creepy AWRs. AWR, which was never unplugged until the end of the tournament.

Thirty students and Ars among the double deployed barriers, with Jean and Loki on the outside.

Contrary to the students who entered the battle posture, Ars began the preparatory gymnastics that gently unraveled his body.

"Aren't you joining us?

Jean asks the girl next door what she doesn't care. As for him, he didn't mind joining us at all. So much so that I thought I would join you.

"No, I am in this outfit, so I will refrain"

Jean looked at the pale voice as chilling on the side.

Because I can see what Loki is trying to say.

"Sorry......"

"No, it's not Master Jean's fault"

Jean couldn't laugh back well at the full face creation laugh. I've done something bad on the inside, I have a feeling.

Loki's outfit is just as cute as dating around the city. Beautifully combed silver hair has hair fastening. Short-length jacket with brooch on white graph check blouse, short boots with high heels on shorts. I had a hard time running and getting into Luther Luca because I was dressed like this.

Jean couldn't look directly at it. It quickly turned into a faceless expression, which scared the crap out of me.

The awkward atmosphere of stagnation was solved because everything was ready.

Understanding the relationship between Ars and Loki without any reason, Jean was going to devote all his nerves to making the occasion easier.