Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

[Aristocrat's ruling "Tempram"] The day before, or two days after the Lusarca raid on a person seen as Ars.

The time was a while before I crossed the day. There are only a few people in the Alpha who are relatively close to the tower of Babel, even among the wealthy.

Surrounded by depressed trees, the wind coming out this season is thin and chilly. Still warmer in the survival zone protected by Babel's protective wall. You probably don't see animals in the outside world.

But the creepy trees don't drop all the leaves either. It will bear fruit as soon as it falls. There were many out-of-season plants that deviated from such nature.

Paved roads laid to separate the trees. Beyond that lies the sturdy gateway, the mansion built in such a place.

The vast garden is guarded twenty-four hours in posture. The seemingly one-of-a-kind people were obviously letting them gaze at their drilled proficiency as magicians. If you let him in without an invitation, he might be surrounded and seized.

In a strictly interesting study on the second floor of the central front, the man turned the girl underground, as usual, looking for a good fall in body for a report from one girl.

The man has an inferior taste. By analogy, such preferences are also customary, such as offerings for a day, generally to exhale the accumulation of a day, or equivalent to liquor swallowed in rewards.

The footsteps of the man from the study were floating somewhere.

I'm forbidden to enter here except him and the girl. Down the stone staircase with cutlets, the soundproof stone dimmed room had been stained with the colour of the man for a long time in the past few years.

Various instruments as far as you can see. All of them creep up red and black stains as a testament to their use.

Did she do it herself, handcuffs on both hands, and chains passed between them lift up and float her body. When the toe stops at the height of slightly touching the floor, the girl tells the man an emotionless dialogue that she is ready.

"My lord, we are ready"

"Well, it's been a long day."

"Yes, as Your Excellency pleases..."

A man called His Excellency - Molwald walks over first with a full and tranced face.

Half-rotate the girl, tearing clothes from her collar all at once as she turned her back.

The dewy, milky skin has a luminous youth. But I don't feel such shame about the girl, and I don't see how Molwald cared in particular.

But shortly after rubbing his cheeks against its back, Molwald had an abusive grin. What he sees is a vivid scar engraved there. One by one tells the story of the length of the moon and day.

He was delighted to break something beautiful.

I look at one of them with my fingers.

"What wound was this? It's pretty deep."

"My lord, it's a steel whip."

"Oh - well, then let's whip steel today"

"As you wish"

In an upbeat mood, Molwald grabbed one out of a whip with a number behind her invisible back. A steel whip is one that reinforces the exterior with iron, but it was slightly defective when it came to whips. Quite frankly, it's a bad idea.

So Molwald grabs a nigga and another whip as he thinks of recent events.

"Say things from above at the minute of your incompetence. Yikes!!

"-"

The whip, swinging irrevocably, struck the girl in the back as she became. Moments, bicun and body bounce.

"Belik, you... hoo, okay. You'll soon understand you've done something stupid."

With a new scratch engraved on his scratchy back, Molwald looks at the girl's back and smiles niggardly and sadistic.

"I'm sorry, because every time it's the same, it's gonna mannerize, it's a surprise, how's the taste?

"Ha, I feel your love strongly"

"Right or right. Good boy. Did you call this a multi-articulated steel whip? I saw a magician using an AWR similar to this before, so I wanted some more, so I just added a few orders. This is getting a bigger gap, so if you pull the whip like this, it'll hook up to your skin."

"It's a great idea"

"I know, but with clothes like this, you're in the way."

"I'm sorry"

"Never mind, this is exciting again"

That's how a whip waved sideways wraps around the girl's thin hips. Molwald pulled momentum before it was all wrapped up.

Clothes are completely stripped and blood flows out on the girl's body at regular intervals like scales.

"This would also relieve me of my stress enough. Everything's going well, so how was it with you?

"Ha, we're ready"

"You heard good things about that. I have to reward you. Now, what do you say!

When the whip hits the back a few times, the blood splashes and drips accumulate around the girl's waist.

"Thank you"

Molwald was overheard in trance for his faintly told apologies. Approaching, the wound. Molwald cheeks, not tired of blood getting there.

"You're a good boy. I'm so glad I took it."

"Thank you. Thanks to Your Excellency, I was able to be a puppet in person. Even a piece of this meat belongs to His Excellency."

"Um, it's my best daughter, The Puppet. I cried cuter when I came, but now I can enjoy it inside"

"If Your Excellency wishes..."

The girl points her vain gaze at the cold stone wall directly in front of her and makes the suggestion she wants.

But there was a severe pain running on my back before words. A girl can contain the feeling of pain to the extreme. Still, it's not at all painless. Of course I was so used to not changing my expression as to what pain it would be.

So I just have the same heat and shock on my back at this time. Not a single complaint emerges as being kept alive.

The girl believed that this was the best way to get along well over a long period of time.

"Hmm, did you think I'd be happy with an act like that"

"I'm sorry -! My lord?

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry. You want more."

"No, I would have liked more with your Excellency, but I got in the way."

"Mm! Who?

"I don't know, but I think it's quite a user."

"Have you sniffed it yet?"

As a magician, I'm pretty sure if that's what she says, which is the highest Moroccan power. I had an idea.

"I have an idea."

"Do you want to kill me?

"Sure, let's get this over with."

Molwald unloaded the chain with regret.

Smarter than anyone, a man who thinks he's special can't help but want to subjugate others. Everything can be determined by my additions and subtractions. That can't even make human life worth the same as Molwald.

To eliminate such daily congestion, you unilaterally harm someone who can do nothing to satisfy their self-esteem.

I have that right, power and authority.

"Anyway. I don't need healing magic."

"Ha."

The girl, who removed the handcuffs herself, did not even try to hide her dewy chest, but wore a thin cloth offered by Molwald and weaved a robe from the top.

♢ ♢ ♢

Squad B, no abnormalities.

"C-Squad, no abnormalities. We're not getting a hold of this one."

"All right, keep this distance. Those people over there could be more than impressed."

Visayists gave instructions to all crew members over the communications equipment "sensor". Being confused by the dark night is an initial step in the early stages as an intelligence unit.

According to the information I had purchased in advance, the magician's ability to guard the mansion was demonstrated during battle, but it should not be understood until he was watching.

Visaist troops are exactly a group of intelligence experts. It's more sophisticated for intelligence than it is for actual combat capability.

Still, this time it's different on its own. The presence of Moroccan private soldiers [Kruelseis], an element of uncertainty, was a matter of concern.

The crew must have undoubtedly felt cautious in making this distance a visaist. It's supposed to be about 20 meters closer.

That includes the designation of a waiting area that is difficult for each member to discover this time.

This hundred + twenty meters is the distance the visaist's worries bounced off. Intelligence should not be found, not even noticed. But it's also not a question of seeing it from afar.

That is what we must try to get close to the limit. Any information obtained in situations requiring intelligence must be collected in any minor way.

That's why I try not to be close, even if it would be a few centimeters. Risks must be kept as low as possible and approached from experience to limits.

That's all Visayists give instructions apart from their own decisions this time around. That's all I was being cautious about.

Successfully blends into the darkness overlooking the mansion from the top of the tree. From a slight gap between the depressed and bushy leaves, the visaist takes out the monoculars. Enemies by magic are the last resort. The possibility of being noticed by some magicians is well thought out.

(Belik suggested the possibility of a single magician being used by Molwald, but how much [Kruelseis] is there? You want to know just the constituents)

You always need to hide your face when you're in intelligence. I usually just skipped command at the rear, but this time the visaist was thorough as well. Insert your index finger into your mouth and cover your nose with a mask.

It happened just when the moonlight was blocked by a cloud created in a primary way to hide the visaist's shadow.

Visaists who have stood in the abyss of death many times and in the outside world feel similar to it poppy their backs. An unintentionally stiff sensation of the muscles, a stained sensation like an animal hazard perception, struck.

Visaists always believe in intuition when they think so. No, I guess experience is letting that happen. Because it was moving almost simultaneously with consciousness.

They kicked the branches and jumped off the branches at a glance so they could fall backwards.

The giant makes a heavy, dull noise with Dosun as he weighs in.

The place I was in - the place I was hiding - was dimensioned straight from the side as if I'd cut the scenery loosely.

Twigs with falling leaves in pieces.

The visaist follows his instincts and realizes he was right. The spilled blood that crawled my fingers around my neck took over.

(had to jump back, my neck was flying)

The wound was shallow, but it was harder to believe that it allowed him this close for a visaist who specializes in intelligence than that.

Look sharply at the enemies that have shaken with the twigs. The visaist reconsiders.

"That's Crewe Elsais."

Robes left empty before, hood to cover and hide face.

But the thin clothes worn in the robe can see the characteristics of a woman. Above all, the area around its abdomen was stained bright red.

From what the visaist saw, I didn't think I'd take a back seat on the magician who was hitting the mansion's security. And the remaining element is the undetermined element in the mansion, [Kruelseis], which is powerful.

The moonlight cleared and the moonlight fell between us.

Gray hair peeking through the gap in the hood, storing the resulting information in the brain. An incompatible sickle painted a half-circle over his neck on his slender body.

A little blood sticks to the cutting-edge whether or not you can see it as a sign of slashing the visaist.

"What do you do when you know that? Neither you nor any of your people are going to make it home alive."

It included slutty discouragement but was clearly a young voice.

It is already a failure as an intelligence if we are to know the location of the visaist and even know the presence of our companions. The means left were limited.

Yes, I will do everything in my power not to be enlightened about who I am.

(Well, is this the only one who's special? how many others)

Consider also killing the person in front of you in the back of your brain for a moment. That meant a continuation of the mission. However, without any reports from the crew, it is also considered arbitrary by one of the opponents.

Without even thinking about it, the visaist leads the answer from numerous experiences.

He put one hand on his ear without distracting himself from his opponent and slapped him three times with his nails.

Naturally, there is no response. A number of means of communication have been set up for emergencies. That was knocking with nails. Retreat twice, leave three times whatever you put them on. This means being noticed. Four times I leave no evidence and do no harm to myself. If you can't get away with it, it's up to you to make your own decisions.

But this was the second time this method of contact had been used.

So much emergency.

The crew must have escaped in the dark.

"Done? I hope I can get away with it."

Did you spot what signal it was, or did you just sickle it by limited means? Maybe it's good either way.

Words that don't even think of fine dust distort her mouth. Wet eyes visible from around the hood.

He lifted the sickle and licked the sticky blood with its cuttoe close to his mouth.