Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Ars and Loki, who are staying at the finest hotel in Lusarca, were sent to the same room because of Jean's unnecessary care.

Last night's supper was... tough, speaks for Ars in the chest.

No, I guess we shouldn't give that away and make it a problem, either, given that there won't be any fatigue left the next day.

It wasn't just the chef's mess that took him two hours to finish eating. In detail, there is a dress code for the finest dinners.

And as a matter of course, Ars couldn't have carried that hand outfit with him. Of course, even the outfit that was coming that day must have cleared it up, but I was breathing a little sweat because of Jean's unnecessary care.

Even if it doesn't just smell, I guess it doesn't deserve it.

A costume room was naturally available in a well-handled hotel where it seemed possible to rent.

Als, left to the coordinator to put on, goes to dinner. The very large carpet was a wine red and calm tone restaurant. Restaurants on the upper floors are emotional when it comes to idle and filled air. It smells soft and gentle from somewhere.

I'm sure there would be a number of tables lined up here if they were normally open, but from what Ars saw, there were only two tables and chairs.

The glassy scenery uses the moonlight as a light and exquisitely downpours it onto the table.

The tone of the relaxed instrument makes the tympanic membrane swing comfortably and calms the mind. It was such a space, which makes me feel like I'm being refused to work because of it.

Ars felt his heart shake when he stopped by a glassy window with a view. The streets of Foneswa seemed radiant enough to push out the darkness at night.

It produces a fireworks view due to the structure of the city called Phoneswa, which stretches radially from the center to the main street. This view is unknown to Alpha first.

"Beautiful."

Soon he spinned the frank sensibility Loki had in his chest, which looked at the same view next door.

"Ah......"

I can't help throwing up an unfathomable gavel. Because no matter how I looked for words, I couldn't find enough vocabulary to describe them.

Turning around, Ars stopped breathing immediately. It took my breath away.

One chest bounced.

Then the same phenomenon happened that put the scenery into view.

The silver thread hair in front of her is set to reflect the moonlight and shine. The dress stretching from the neckline to the armpit was a bold outfit with the sleeves removed. I'm weaving a shawl on top of it.

Ars has trouble reacting. Or the words didn't come out right away. Thoughts were dormant and all consciousness was poured on the beauty in front of her.

"Dear Ars......?

A voice was thrown that seemed worried about Ars standing up, and then complained about something.

This is the most important thing for Loki. Efforts to make yourself seen as heterosexual. That's why they chose the outfit that would expose my back - even if I could see the scars running through my shoulder.

This first voice entailed tension like a thread on Loki. So much so that I want to curse myself that I would expect shallow. But it's not even a question for Loki, who expected this in front of her appearance. Speaking of formal attire, I've never worn anything but military uniforms, so I'm sure something that's a woman swelled in my mind at that time.

Because I want only one word.

But what was such an expectation? Behind his back, Ars moved to the side of Loki with an awkward maneuver to pull the chair.

My heart's disappointment leaked so much. Holding inside his cold chest, Loki sits in a chair to wrap her hem around.

But when Ars left...... the devil whispered in his ear. No, in Loki's case, maybe it was God's trusteeship.

"It's beautiful."

"Huh..."

My heart rises bakung.

I would lie if I just heard the words I was waiting for and naturally said I wasn't ready for my heart. Even so, there was the only spot that stained bright red in a white based costume all over my body.

I desperately pressed my mouth against my cheeks that would make me nibble and my teeth would float.

"It's an anomaly..."

Even in silence, only that grunt is going to melt away.

There was this exchange, but it wasn't until half an hour later that the meal started.

♢ ♢ ♢

Early the next morning, Ars and Loki had been invited to a palace halfway between the wealthy from the Lusarca middle.

This is the national body responsible for internal and external affairs in Lusarca. Should I just say it again, as I can tell Alpha, it would be the royal deceased named Lithia Toof Inflatta, the Führer, who is an old-generation building.

The appearance here, called Palazzo Caenos, is curved to surround it with both hands. It's a rolling, magnificent palace, but once you step inside, the interior turns into a state-of-the-art workplace.

It has already been experienced in the Royal Palace of Alpha to be betrayed in appearance expectations.

It should be noted that this palace also serves as a welcome hotel and was now interested in talks in a garden just set in the centre of the palace. I'm surprised there's such a space for a relaxation in the palace, but if you ask me, they were made just for the Lithian tee time. The surrounding area is a glassy sunroom.

In the middle of the blooming flowers was a tiny East House, where he had an elegant time on the terrace. Though I was just surprised to anticipate a slightly formatted meeting, I'm comfortable.

That's why Ars and Loki, who aren't even dressed up like they did yesterday, was enough to wonder if they were invited as if they were friends.

Marble-like circular tables are made from one stone. Lithia and Jean, Ars and Loki sit on this occasion.

"Seems like you even bothered to give a lecture at the college. Did you say you couldn't?

"No, that would be cheap."

Ars made a relatively soft face. Selling a fight head-on to another head of state is an asshole thing to do. I guess it was still more inevitable than being invited to come.

And it wasn't fruitless, so as for Ars, I don't think that was the time for recklessness.

And what about the streets of Phoneswa?

Lithia with the teacup on the receptacle asks pleasantly. I guess from that look it was something out of specialty for the college. What she would most like to hear is the appreciation of this country called Luther Luca.

"Yeah, it was great. That was a sight that Alpha couldn't see inside."

"I suppose so, but I've reformed it with all my heart, so I don't know what to say. After all, there's no point in any kind of proposal unless it's a reform that the people don't approve of."

Lithia's arms leading the internal affairs are remarkably colorful of Luca.

But the next moment the narrative intensified.

"In that regard (...), I don't really like the way Mr. Cicernia does it"

"Dear Lithia..."

Jean enters a halt to an atmosphere that is likely to slander other heads of state.

"Well, I must admit, in terms of foresight,"

Lithia sees Cicernia as a rival, but that's because she hosts a talent she doesn't have. That's why I can't help but stand on the arrow side of comparison.

Besides, Ars found that he didn't talk about anything but emotions.

Ars returns that he doesn't care for Jean's eyes. For Ars, who is not so patriotic, Cicernia is just a Führer. It can't be any more or less.

There are also reasons why Ars himself doesn't trust her very much.

Still, this place opens its mouth trying to keep its own head of state at one end.

"Master Lithia has a vision, too. Otherwise there can be no unparalleled development. And Master Cicernia has a way of being Master Cicernia. Our head of state has no doubt about that arm of putting the lifeline in place immediately, starting with the transfer gate. I just don't know what to say, because they specialize in backwork..."

"Yes! That's it. I don't like it, a Führer is a symbol of the country. That's what's behind it."

That's right. Jean threw a spoon, too. I didn't crack it and go in this time. This wouldn't have happened if they weren't Ars.

"You seem to fit in with Master Lithia. I can't read Master Cicernia's thoughts either. Probably, but I don't think anyone can beat her in a table game. Because you have a gift for that kind of rush."

"You lift it if you feel comfortable."

"That's a little different. Instead of lifting it, I'm already lifting it - as a strict fact. Of course I'm not going to divulge information about my country."

"Oh, I can't take you. That said, I didn't mean to invite you."

With a flamboyant and elegant grin on her mouth, Lithia is in a good mood to move on to the next topic.

I guess it can be described as a skillful discourse not found in Cicernia around here. Shiatsu switched to the topic of variants that progressed from a stream that made him feel no joints whatsoever to Balmes.

There's no way you can keep that Ars or everything secret, so rotate your thoughts so they don't poke you in the core.

Even Ars could have said it was a haircut with sharp cuts. Silence makes no better impression than the other person being the Führer. It is also the ingenuity of a human being named Lithia who cannot be pushed away.

This defense was probably feeling because it was Ars. Yes, it's just one of those bickering things. The technique of the outfit is what makes Ars bad at it.

I guess this is somewhat of a sacrificial technique specializing in races similar to aristocracy.

On the surface, Lithia wants to hear Tan, a hero who has left an unsolved crisis she has never experienced before. That was the look on his face.

It was fortunate that Lithia had no deep knowledge of the demons that Ars was able to escape the difficulties.

But there exists another single magician on this occasion. You can't say he's ignorant about demons.

"But, Ars, I've never seen a demon called a bad diet before, but I can't believe Russia ate a magician on hundreds of scales."

Jean asks in a voice that doesn't make him think where to include while maintaining the alkaic smile.

"The report would be up. You're sure it's not as easy as it looks. Knowledge was the only reason I had a bad diet."

In fact, I was completely stuck at my feet.

"I see, is knowledge of demons still a common imperative for mankind"

"It will. I know it's impossible, but it was a crusade to stain the bones that the magician's technology was no longer just magic. Honestly, we can't survive just by relying on magic."

You mean demons will evolve again?

Ars nods bitterly at Jean's summation.

During past catastrophes, and still today, it is the magician's improved physical skills that make Ars alarm. It is true that there is no other use of magic to crush a demonic's strong exoskeleton, but magicians should be required to use as much skill as they can to attack in an impossible outer world such as immobilization.

As I said at the end, Jean tried not to drop the bomb.

"That's all magic enclosed, so it's a magic explosion thing, right?

"Ah."

"The magic explosion should be proportional to the total amount of magic, but you were well safe"

Lithia would be listening to Jean and his answers that would not make him feel otherwise without dawn.

"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Well, I couldn't prevent it."

I tell them that I was in charge, and if I was another moment late to realize it, I shudder about what would have happened.

"As it turned out, the damage was minimal. If it turns out well, no one's gonna complain."

"Yes, yes, until then the noisy stories"

Lithia pampered her hands adorably as she cut off that she couldn't reap the harvest.

The gaze takes on an obvious joy and moves to Loki, who watched silently next to Ars.