Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Molwald notices a sudden abnormality of physical condition and turns to the right side, which feels slightly heavier.

There was a black body poking deep into his right shoulder at close range.

"Ho!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my arm!!!

Pain piercing deep into the cerebromedulla shut down sensations other than pain.

Constant bleeding stains the clothes, tight and heavy. He was so deep in his shoulder that he couldn't get out of it to the point of shaking it a little. So strange that my arms are stuck in this state.

Dazzling and overflowing sweat are cold things that have nothing to do with exhaustion. There was no force in his leg, he knelt gaggly, and all he could see was a wound that was too deep standing on his knees, withstanding the crocodile and the pain.

I want to pull this dagger out quickly, but I don't know what to do. On the contrary, if you move your body even 1mm, the pain runs through your whole body.

I've never done anything like this before. I can't even assume when I've bled out, in the first place, that I'm going to face death.

The enormous amount of blood that has accumulated in the accumulation still doesn't make you feel any sign of stopping. It was as if the faucet was covered with cotton.

I can't even feel the feeling of blood passing on my fingertips.

"Hagaaaaaaaa!! hurry up, hurry up, get the rescue squad, wow, heal me sooner! Ooh!!

"Arssssss!!

Neither the reprimand nor the near anger of the visaist can shake Ars' consciousness.

From an arm that just drooped with Dalari, Molwald raised his gaze to Ars, the culprit. An eye tracing the chain stretching from the knife pattern interacts with the boy's empty gaze.

"Hih!? Ma, wait. Wow, wow. Nothing's wrong with me. No more. I swear I won't do anything. So, yeah. Come on, pull this out. Help me, heal me. Vi...... Visaist From you too, say it quickly! Protect me!!

My hands are gripping the sleeves of my clothes to withstand the pain.

The right half was already starting to paralyze as if it had been lost. Whether that was the only salvation, without shaping it, Molwald asked for help. It's a desperate plea with a splash.

That's an unreasonable paltry return to what I've been doing and have been doing.

The visaist looked down at this man with no expression. There was nothing springing up in the pitiful appearance of a man at the core of an aristocrat nesting in the army.

I don't have any words to hang.

More unpackable self-loathing springs up than pity for this man on the inside. How far did Belik assume? I guess I never even assume that Ars evokes the past.

Shortly after I made a good fist grip.

"Unpleasant."

The frightening words rang small in the distance. But no one in this room could pick up the words.

Clear intentions to kill were directed at one man, but it was impossible for them all to get up aggressively.

Visaists and Morwald face Ars at the same time.

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"Stop... Ro..."

What you two saw, it wasn't magic. That's why I can easily imagine what's looming on me, too, Morocco. Unconscious rejection moved my mouth as a word as it was.

Big wave chains, that's a proclamation to death. Everyone knows what happens if the waves are passed on to the devoured dagger. The vibration gradually became stronger as it chooses to open the bits and wounds.

Kachikachi and his teeth make irregular noises, and Molwald meditates his eyes with much more force all over his body. The horror of waiting for that moment reached its limit on the back of the lid.

Regret is always the first thing you get in an inconvenient situation. At this time, Morocco sincerely regrets praying to God that it does not want to die.

But...

The sound of chains intertwined with jarring rings continuously.

At the same time as the urchin passed to the dagger that pierced him...... there the visaist dropped his hips and with his right hand let the palm slap go into the pattern.

Thus Ars' dagger moves away from his shoulder and dances through the universe by a much more powerful clapping. The chain was immediately pulled back into Ars' hands.

"That's it!!

With a slightly open flank wound, the visaist bites his back teeth gleefully. And once you exhale loudly.

"If you're going to kill this guy, I'm a soldier too. I won't be able to overlook it. Of course, you're a soldier too. Don't forget that, Ars."

I exhale evil whilst holding my flank down with my hands (you've applied a textured cure, I'll even tell you one of my complaints later). I am not in a position to actually complain or anything because I fell out of the state of absolute rest. You know that, the visaist quickly pulls out the power of his body. My desire to sit fast was ahead of me.

But it also seems like this because I am convinced that no matter what the circumstances, Ars will never turn to the enemy. Of course, it must be Flose's unfounded confidence.

Thumbs pointing back.

"Don't worry. This one is working on this one too......! Hang on, you passed out, little guy with the liver balls."

When he made a mocking face, the visaist turned his gaze to the side to see the distance.

"Are you finally here? You're in a bad situation, too. Just go."

Light returns to his eyes so that Ars also switches to a visaist who hisses his hands sissy that the battle is over. He put AWR in his sheath and glanced at the noir in a state of breathlessness.

The visaist lifts his cheek when he sees that what a hard look to decipher.

"Leave it to me."

I told him that the visaist would guide his mind whichever way it was. She said she'd help.

I saw signs of change. You can't just shut it down. Because helping her is supposed to mean a lot to Ars as well.

"It annoys you."

To Ars, who carefully bows his head, the visaist still just waves the hiccups. Feeling something emotional, of course.

"If she were alive, could you tell her? ………………

"Okay," the visaist nods. The face was still delightful and I saw a decisive difference from Ars when I was in the troops.

I'm guessing it's these sons who still don't retire from the military that want to see the same Ars grow.

More than that, the visaist does not use words. There is also an implicit understanding that Ars is free to move if he decides to stay in the squad and has no instructions. I guess that's why Ars never opened his mouth against the Visaists any more either.

Visaists holding down their flanks and on one knee check the condition of the noir. A broken rib was injuring his gut at the behest of the Major General sleeping with his white eyes turned next door. I'm not an expert, but close to a bug breath.

Bellick's unleashed troops will be arriving soon, but they were close to making it.

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Ars saw it as a paragraph in an untidy state of mind. We need to avoid combat just as far as the battalion-sized magicians coming this way as the Visaists felt.

It's not in the interest of Ars and the team to stick each other in the face by mistake. Criticism from other countries is inevitable when Alpha magicians were watching their fleeing backs with their fingers added.

As things stand, being taken as raising and defending the country is the worst result.

Confronting Ars directly from the front only adds more casualties in vain to Alpha as well. Regardless, it will finally push you into a situation where you can't pull it off for Ars either. Exactly the name of a criminal.

Not for a breath. "Loki, let's go," he said as he scratched his back hair with Wasawasa.

The usual girlfriend would have come right next door at the end of the fight, but Loki was beside Tesfir until she called.

Wipe away tears with gossip and sleeves.

Loki says resolutely when she takes a big, deep breath to forgive her heart.

"So it's never been for you to remain beside him without any readiness. You see, the world is different. So... already..."

Loki felt the words were hard to spin afterwards. Maybe it's because it's very far from Ars' intentions.

They have already learned a lot from Ars. That could be, and always will be...

But if Tesfir or Alice is going to take a step further from her godson, she has to know about Ars. Her reaction to seeing one end of it could be described as utterly legitimate, but somewhere loneliness cannot be forbidden.

I guess saying this is also because Tesfir stepped into his realm. Even Loki noticed. I've noticed.

When we talked about the engagement, the look on Tesfir's face was probably very similar to the emotions Loki herself had. I have gained certainty that I am.

That's why I had to tell you. Because if there is one more person who could understand him closely before, the enemy, it would be a pleasure to make the back of his chest softly lighter.

"Goodbye, Mr. Tesfir (,,) (,,,,)."

…………

Tesfir could not return anything to the other manly farewell words. The tragic sight I see more than the information that comes into my ear smears my thoughts.

And Loki ran, and Tesfir collapsed off her knees without a word to give back. Kikero's voice "lady" is also far from behind.

"Ha ha, ugh..."

I held my mouth down with my hands immediately. Never throw up. With a bright blue face, for some reason, I refused to do just that.

I guess it's trivial. Whatever you do, it turns out it's now. However, I felt that it was not just in my stomach that I spit out.

I'm going to hate myself, because of that fear.

The two letters Loki said "reject" creep into the back of his brain. Because that's exactly what happened. The desire to reject distracted me.

I know. I know. That's treachery against me. Just look at what you want to see and close the world to reject what you don't want to see.

He was just a bad person to bathe in the peace he was given. In the end, it meant that Tesfir couldn't get out of the sweet tub of peace.

It's not really understandable what Ars can kill humans with no emotion. Still, it shouldn't be all about him.

I guess he's not everything in college either.

In the end, Tesfir regretted that he now knew nothing. So much so that I want to mock myself for a thin love affair.

Tears accumulated in his eyeballs distorted his vision, and Tesfir looked at Ars in disgust.

Ars looks somewhere sad with a half-hearted glance at this one. Turning back on his heels, he says nothing to Tesfir again.

That would be the case, too. Ars himself thinks that's best if he can live without knowing this.

So no one has the right to blame even if Tesfir leaves with this.

But...

Tesfir makes fists on the ground. I gripped with all my strength without worrying about the dirt diving into my nails.

(Pity. What do you expect, me...)

Did you expect me to hang some kind words? I'm ashamed of myself for being floating. I like it. Whatever you said. What did you know about Ars.

And as soon as I found out, it looked like this. I see myself as a short person to make.

The more I thought about it, the more self-blame became tears and conveyed my cheeks. I don't know anything, but the twat I didn't try to know is heavy and heartbreaking.

She was not allowed to go after her back, or even reach out.