Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

While healing his lateral abdomen, the visaist spat a bossy novel against Froze.

"You raised a troublesome guy."

"They pushed me. You know that too."

Teresa's troops will always be wounded once they are released instead of accomplishing their mission. The number of people going and going is different. However, the reliability of the mission was highly appreciated, while the replenishment of the crew was intense.

Her troops have gathered rough men while remaining part of an organization that weighs heavily on discipline: the military. Because secretly inside the army, he called it [the coffin send] as a disdain to be assigned to Teresa's troops.

In fact, Teresa's unit is the one that gets paid the trouble and gets there as a mitigating measure against magicians who were burning their hands in other units and against punishments such as military violations.

It was about her losing her leg. Speaking of which, it would be huge. It was supposed to be an easy hit on Teresa to buy some discomfort. But what the surrounding thoughts were. Behind her back, Teresa summed up the squad beautifully. I don't know if that arm was given to me by Froze, but nothing would suit me better than the word collaboration. Numbers of violence, which also makes one soldier more armed than a concomitant magician. Even during training there were enough casualties.

It's like they grew up on the outside. It is more unfamiliar to live in the survival zone of Ningro mankind.

Such was her departure from Froze's troops and taking on the defense of the Zentrei continent, now reclaimed by Ars as commander of the battalion. Reports should have been up that we were finishing the construction of the fence.

"How many copies do you think Teresa gave me?"

"I guess, I used to deal with that one."

"Just kidding, Teresa wants to. My direction as commander is the opposite of hers. The only way to call it that is really up there. Nevertheless, the Viceroy has always wanted to use Teresa."

"You mean a situation that can't be shaped. I just want it to be quiet outside this time."

Flose asks, pretending to think a little.

"Letty's putting it back, isn't she?

"Absolutely. I was saved before I left."

"Then isn't it okay? You know for sure you're going to lose, and you're not going to be stupid."

"What about Brigadier General's prowess?

Though the material shows it as a triple digit, to that extent, I don't think I can sum up the crude people. Even if you can't be a magician like Froze, I have to say that the hands were vivid when you deposited a massive force with her. She had a lot of support because she could make those instant executions.

Theresa is either the type to screw over with force. Calmness that just tells you to call me at any time against the Visaist's provocation. If that's a bluff, he's a petitioner.

Visaists also understood that ranking was not an actual combat ability and equals, but they also knew that it was not a huge divergence.

But Froze pointed at his mouth and said, "Come on? Answer only."

"I thought Teresa had just been left as a commander, but I can't believe Teresa fought decently. Only once in the two years she was under me, I don't think it's all the effort, but maybe there's a double digit. The only impression I have in the first place is that she's not for the commander. I'm sharp for that."

It was not at the level that the sense of smell to smell the smoking spark apart was excellent.

Once you move out, you don't have ears to listen to orders or anything. The brakes don't exist. When it moves out, at the end of the day, keep doing it thoroughly until one of them falls.

No matter, I'm careful until she gets there.

"I'm no longer in the outside world in exchange for Theresa."

"Teresa's power is second only to Letty's," he said.

"I guess that's why. Bellick did something out of his mind too, but the poison is poison."

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The time goes back a little and you reach the hills as you travel in the land that became the field of the noble ruling (Tempram). My sweaty clothes were dry now too.

Again, brainstorming makes you forget the passage of time. It is still far away at dusk, and the clouds dotted like the hearts of Isle seem so clear.

The infantry of the Irish faction was scarcely worn out, and Silsilsila was the most wounded of the companions on this occasion.

Silsilla's footsteps walking next door were as usual, but her usual resolute face was now lying down, and her tight mouth was pulled into one letter.

Whoever sees it is dragging regret. That was the look on his face, like he was hoarding.

"Silsila, are you okay?

"What!? Master Isle, I'm sorry. If I could have broken through the archers sooner..."

"Not like that, scratches, scratches"

"Ah! Yes. No big deal."

"Oh well."

He said he lost but turned a blown out grin somewhere on Silsilla. That's not a look made as usual. So she had no idea what this face meant.

Are you angry, or even disappointed in yourself?

(No, that's my bad habit)

Shake your head to tell yourself. And he took the pain and lifted his left arm just a little.

There's a bandage there that Isle ripped off his own sleeve and wrapped it around me. The knot was also loose and, alarmingly, it was going to fall, but this was the first time this had happened.

I try to trace back the memory of when I first got hurt myself.

"Ahhh!?

"Mm, what?

"Anything..."

Not to mention to the Lord, who responded to his insane voice, Silsilla kept it in her chest at a pace where the tail was about to jump. Yes, it's an old memory.

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When I was educated in brilliance at the Sikuolen family secluded in the corner of the mansion like I was isolated, I had jumped outside to clear up my depressed feelings after my physical training.

At that time, it was still Sikuoren's decision to meet the next master. Silsilla, who was twelve, naturally knew Ir's face as well.

It was when I was disgusted with my training pickle days and held my knees in the shade of a tree in the corner of the mansion that no one would lean against. Silsila swung her arms out aggressively, perceiving that she stood behind her unconsciously.

The dry sound breaks the whisper of the leaves and rings.

When I saw the boy who instantly turned red on his cheek, I thought Silsilla had done it. How many times have I been told to burn the boy standing there, even though I was raw to the Siquoren family for him and his brother?

I have worn courtesy towards the boy, naturally nowhere in it is it good to raise my hand that it would be an education.

The Lord she served her whole life was there.

I rub my forehead and spin words of apology over and over again, I can no longer serve as a squire. Where it means is banishment. We must abandon the name of Siquoren.

With a bright blue stained face, Silsilla raised her face that she had to do something about her red and sunny cheeks first. My cheeks hinged unexpectedly. A thin, beautiful finger, like a boy but a girl, applies medicine to the wound on Silsila's cheek.

Confused but looking up, there was a look at Isle desperately embracing his face that was still about to cry.

That was helpless and loving, and then it was hilarious.

The container of medicine that Isle gripped with his little hand is something he always carries around. Silsila put her finger inside the container, and when she rubbed it, she applied it to her cheek.

Gently and slowly as you draw a circle.

But my cheeks, which I enjoyed crying, are tense and stiff. So Silsilla also circled her opposite cheek with her other hand.

Turn around...

Pulling her cheeks with a little force, Silsilla smiled gently like her sister. I saw him in the image. He always laughed, and she had a strong impression of it, and I'm sure Isle had the best face to laugh at.

'Hola, laugh.' Cause Master Isle has a nice smile. '

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The best memories I can remember. At this time Silsilla decided that Isle was her Lord. A secret between us. I had to forget then that I met him. Only once... only because I met a young boy did she work hard to this day without questioning the path of a squire.

When did that only fade away and seemed immersed in my duty as a squire only.

I thought Isle was gone as I grew up back then. Her knowing Isle was degrading like a dream, no, it was something else. I didn't know if that should be called growth, but Silsilla softly put a lid on it so that her memory wouldn't deteriorate over time.

Still, the unwavering core of his heart kept him watching as he was anxious about his actions.

But...

I was glad to see the lifted arm and that Silsilla had not changed. Isle was here with nothing different then he believed and decided to be Lord.

I guess there's no difference in loyalty to my Isle from now on. I am a squire, and Isle is the Lord. The duty must be fulfilled.

So this is the story of Silsila's heart getting just a little warmer.