Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The Oomruina family, now our lord Moroteon von Oomruina, who was watching this settlement in the distance, stands up quietly and signals his return to his deacon.

It is his role, the Lord, to clean up after this. Wiping his son's ass is never a cheap price to pay, but he came here and realized his education had failed.

Still, I guess I gave you enough chances. There's no word to hang against Isle who couldn't keep it alive.

The ruling was made.

I guess the aftermath of my son blowing on his three great aristocratic opponents will be expensive as a result. Knowing that, Morotheon did nothing. It may be said that it is thorough so that it cannot. This result cannot be overridden.

For this reason the Favels consolidated their surroundings with a faction of aristocrats. Strict judgment dictated victory or loss.

The clumsy moroteon couldn't handle it. He kept allowing his son to walk alone, also because he wouldn't know as much about himself unless he stepped on a major failure.

I don't know how I could have had a son who could cut so much from me, while I even wondered if the lack of loopholes was hereditary. Unlike my brother, I let myself cut to figure out how far Aile, who was twice as ambitious as man, could go.

Times are different now. Molotheon saw it. Eil grew up close to his reflection, for better or worse, so even in the sense of entrusting it, it can be said that the future trend of Oomruina has been decided.

You won't blame your son. Isle looked just like Morotheon when he was younger, and he was just so good that he couldn't compare to himself. Perhaps just the missing spot for that matter is the losing cause that goes on until today.

My brother doesn't spin his head as fast as my brother, he's deep in emotion. And my brother spins too fast, but he lacks feelings for people.

It's not overwhelming enough to put either one of us in charge. But this time I found out one thing in Moroteon.

Is that why Moroteon has a light foothold until he gets in the demonic car on his way home? On the contrary, I have a lot to do, which makes me feel shifty and weighty.

Is there anything I can still leave for my sons to take care of by the time I give up the housekeeper? Is there something I should tell you?

♢ ♢ ♢

After returning the bracelet, Ars is on his way back to his own side, where he sees Tesfir sitting down. A forehead stuck to her forehead was telling the story of her tension and anxiety.

That's why the yarn of tension was cut all at once by what I could win, and I guess I'm confused so I can't feel it.

"It's good for you. I was just given a hiatus along the way."

Ars sighs as he glances with one eye closed.

I guess the reason they did it right is because Ars is the same. It was too early to settle for a rebuild from the time the knight Knight was hit.

You hadn't noticed the presence of Ars until you heard such a voice, Tesfir twisted her neck with an empty look.

And when he saw Ars' face, he moved his hand with a grudge, and a few seconds later, he responded with a broken face and a bishy buoy sign.

I wouldn't go into talking, even if it was purposefully by jastures. The best of the trembling, that's enough.

To be honest, he just didn't expect that much. Ars even wanted to praise him from the bottom of his heart. Apart from honestly putting it in your mouth, your mouth moves naturally just the type that extends in praise.

"Well done. That's the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

"To deceive the enemy, start with the allies."

"I don't think that's gonna work this time."

It's a matter of deception or nothing in this scene, of driving, but it's not wrong in that Ars himself was deceived. The more effective the soldier is, the thinner the expectation is than just the order.

I guess that's her own vanity, too. There's no point in pursuing it there.

Even as I behaved with dignity and showed it, Tesfir was full of drinks.

Tesfir will not stand up for long in that evidence.

"Which, grabbed, I'll carry you"

On one knee, Tesfir showed hesitation for a moment to Ars, who turned his back. And I look down at my collar and chest.

Wet clothes stick perfectly to my skin there.

Sniff behind Ars. Odorless, on the contrary, smells like yesterday's bathing agent, but the fact that she was scratching sweat made her feel feminine shame and resistance.

"Hey, just do it. I can't stay too long either... or what, let's hold him like some day?

Als' eyes glimpsing at the chills let in a mean looking light, his cheeks slightly lifted.

Tesfir immediately imagined the sight of holding it and immediately shook her head. I'd love to think about it now, but my complexion would stain bright red embarrassingly at that time.

Above all, that attitude puts me in trouble with the place of my hands and eyes.

Tesfir grabbed Als' shoulder as he gave up and pressed him into momentum.

He spins his arm under his butt and rises gently.

"You're hot."

"............... don't talk about that!! Even though I'm unconscious, there wasn't any delicacy at all!

The temperature coming from my back cools down. I guess Tesfir poked him in the arm. But, uh, I'll take care of my body.

You must be really tired. Mental fatigue is greater for her than physical fatigue.

Ars lifted his cheek without returning his gavel and swallowed the words.

"I don't care as it is, just what you did, will you let me ask?

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'll borrow your back,..."

Between rendezvous, Ars turns consciousness to a smaller voice in his ear as he adjusts his speed.

Operation set up by Ars. And what was the odd thing about the terms, the lack of a rule-breaking rule-breaking decision, if you say so, is killing your own soldiers.

It wasn't literally about killing, it was about faking death.

Soldiers mapped as big premise come off the map by staying on the spot for a certain amount of time. The mapping is unmapped.

Ars focused there. If you're right, Ars will take Orneus, or both of Silsila's names, around the battlefield. This will allow Tesfir and Isle to capture the positions of both soldiers.

Let the infantry develop clashes with each other in anticipation there. Of course there must be soldiers who can't fight each other. Knight, a knight dressed as an infantry in the meantime, does not take part in the fighting, but hides the fighting soldier in the bush in front. The infantry will open its distance in the form of the Ars parting and watching.

Knight, the knight, must stand still for five minutes before the mapping is unmapped. That's why Ars had to fight Orneus for five minutes. The wounded soldier then rendezvous with the infantry and destroys the bracelet himself with it stuck perfectly to overlap with the knight Knight.

Doing so can disguise death. Of course this is a blade sword with no ex or child if it is captured by the opponent only at close range.

From Isle it should look like the engagement has rendered it incapable of combat. That's why Knight can disappear for two by itself without being recognized from the map.

Later, with Ars pulling on Orneus, if we intrude into Silsilsilaside's engagement, we can have space in the center. So we can make a grand passage to the king.

It was doubtful that it would violate the rules, but the referee seemed to see this as an operation. In action, it is possible in itself to disguise death, and there is no example. However, if this is to be a game, it was unlikely to be seen to leave on its own.

Timing is the key to success in everything. When it comes to time, the number of seconds is displayed on the map of the tesphere. But as far as Ars's grasp - guess from the circumstances - should have been perfect along the way, and it should have been unlikely that the Knight would have been found.

Up to this point is the operation presented by Ars.

"So I figured there was no way he wouldn't notice the number of orders over here... if there were soldiers who had slipped aside because they were overwhelmingly disadvantaged in numbers, sometimes they would find the infantry's position closer than expected, right?

"Mm-hmm, sure... right!?

"Yeah, well, there's a coincidence that I didn't get my orders right against one of the infantry. So it's good to have you wait and take it off the mapping..."

"On the number of orders, if you give more than one order to an infantry, you will just be noticed. And you need to concentrate your opponent's infantry, that's why you used Knight."

"I'm really glad I succeeded."

Ha ~ and the accumulated exhaled in Ars' ear and vomited out.

But in fact, it's not as easy as it sounds. On the assumption that Isle has grasped the movement of the opponent's soldiers under the order, Tesfir must give the opponent an order of reason to be convinced. By mistake, I kept my orders and the impropriety of the displayed soldiers not moving was absolutely unacceptable.

And even if the camouflaged infantry moves, it is difficult unless after the Knight was discovered and besieged to erase the unnaturalness of the order. The timing has to be measured with such a subtle feeling that it is more difficult than the operation proposed by Ars.

In addition to that, it would have been significant that the location of Isle had been predicted since the beginning. Otherwise, the battlefield would have changed.

Now Ayle was feeling critical, even though it was too late.

Isle's stronghold was such that Oomruina could make an aristocratic ruling (Tempram) under prevailing circumstances, and he was always a position on the same side. That's why we were able to make predictions about where to base it the hardest to find.

There is no guarantee that there is now a time when you can be so relieved if you make even one mistake.

I'm sure it's different to preach that to you now. More than that, it is undoubtedly the power of Tesfir that led us to victory.

That's all I need this time.

I thought so, and Ars' gait had turned into something mild that did not convey vibrations.

"I couldn't do anything on my own. Everyone was there and Al was there so I could win. So, yeah. Thanks."

".................. Ah"

It must have been an unveiling of joy that made my chest feel so good. The words she sincerely appreciated are pure water that does not contain any turbidity.

Because for a little while it was also an earache story for Ars personally. The experience and complacency that I've cut through on my own shakes. Assignments, etc., form a team and all work together. Als has made it up to himself, but never thinks that's a good thing.

More to the point, I have a function as a squad to entrust. Lonely battles are not good for making up. A single failure creates the shortest distance to death.

Maybe that's the truth that Letty's troops suddenly don't cover.

This time Tempram also showed one end of it. Ars lowers his eyes gently with his consciousness behind his back.

"Praise?"

What a tearing reminder sounds half embarrassing. Even that sounds like just the right salt plum for Ars right now.

"... what, are you happier with your shoulder car?

Even with such a light-hearted slap, the usual evil didn't fly.

Instead, it is unusual for Tesfir to have a grumpy voice squeaking bossly.

"... I'm not."

The trees break off and peek into the meadows from the gap. Here Ars unloaded the Tesphere. Exactly. It would be cool for a winner to have an obsession.

By this time, Tesfir had also recovered enough to stand firm on her own feet.

"... what"

"Anything."

After Ars unloaded him, he looked back and put his pompous hand over Tesfir's head.

She accepts it without one disgusting face.

It's a triumph.

"Ugh, yeah."

And there was a spectator's seat ahead of me as I walked out of the woods. Ars saw both the familiar and unfamiliar faces there. Naturally made expressions are bitter.

(Were you even here to Sir Visaist)

The other is definitely the first person to meet. An old woman with a crooked back enough to tell from a distance.

I guess he gave up his seat. The visaist stood. Loki nods one towards Ars. But that look is a little harsh.

If there were a visaist, Ars' request would probably go through. In that sense, I could say that he was lucky to be here.

Shortly after he walks toward you, soldiers from all over and the Tesfir faction come out from behind him, defiling his entire body. I guess the reason I don't make you feel tired is because that look is happy with the two letters of victory.

I keep finding Tesfir and I come running over. Some of them appeared to be men holding the Oomruina flag tightly.

I wonder if everyone knows Ars, they all bowed their eyes and exchanged greetings. At the end of the day, Froze told me all about the situation and took the decision to participate. But even that changes with one of her opinions.

If Froze says he believes in Ars, no one will show up with anything to pull himself off.

"You did it, lady"

The man rushed over to us and offered to give the flag to the Tesphere.

"Mr. Kiquero, the lady says please don't. Minasha is like my sister."

Ars remembers by a familiar name. That's what the maid's name should have been on Klama's poison teeth when she went to the Favel family in Tempram's operation, report.

"Thanks to all of you. Thank you so much."

Seeing the deeply hip-bending Tesphere, Ars felt that the game itself had gained enough experience to grow her, and shut up and left the scene.

Ars' feet walking out were in a different direction from Froze et al.

(I know, Loki. Took you a little too long)

Ars also realized what Loki was trying to say when he arrived here.

Loki, who moves next to Ars at unusual speeds, stares in the opposite direction from the upright tree.

A group of about twenty people hooded up with pitch-black robes descending one after the other onto a hill at the tip of a gentle slope. It gives a creepy vibe that everyone in it is leaning down. And it was a situation that was probably more besieged than I could see.

One walks out to let the sun shine on his back at the head of it. In his hand was a large sickle like the moon of the third day.

My mouth arcs at the distortion, the wind stirs me up and the hood rolls.

"I see you again... seniors..."