Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"Hmmm......"

Silsilla heard from the Lord next door a chewy roar that suddenly convinced her of something. Unlike her usual unreadable expression about what she was thinking, now she could also somehow guess.

"You totally got one taken by Miss Tesphere."

"Oh, yeah. There's that too, isn't there? I didn't think she was such a good driver, so you watched me sweetly. I just thought it was a battle with Lord Ars..."

Silsilla questioned Isle, who tilted her little neck with an unconvincing look somewhere, although she admitted to losing.

"Even if we still don't have something in common? No way!! Is it fraudulent!?

"I don't have that. This time we're on parity, and they're letting us watch the nobles under our umbrella so they can't do it."

"So what?

"I was in a hurry then, but when I think about it calmly like this, there's nothing else about being hit properly. It's a complete defeat. Just..."

"Just?"

"I don't know what to say... I thought this is how you feel about losing"

…… Do you regret it?

Signs of growth. Yes, Silsilla felt it.

Never before has there been an opportunity for Isle to explore the inside of his opponent and look back at himself for the sake of mastering his popularity.

Ningro, isn't this even the first time you've tasted defeat?

"I wonder if I have as much remorse as I say. I just don't know how to lose. I wish I was doing this at that time... but I don't think it's a lot of strategy. I don't feel like I can win again."

"I wonder what I shouldn't have done," Circilla says to Isle, reflecting on what she felt as far as she heard the war.

Yes, because it was the first operation that could not be carried out in Isle. He is overwhelmingly lacking in assembling a strategy on top of plans, wins, odds, and formulas.

Yes, he can't do the easy and difficult thing of believing people. And this is the cause of this loss.

Trust not in the instructions of Ars and Tesfir - and furthermore, Tesfir's treatment of soldiers as one person rather than as pawns - divided victory and defeat. Trust and entrust. I can't measure it by reason, that's why Isle overlooked it.

I didn't think even Silsila could win the next one. Wouldn't it be difficult to assume that there were no archers?

"Right, maybe it would be something different if we could understand others more. Do you trust me or something?

"Of course I do. I trust Circilla and Orneus."

"You're not. Someone else."

"Does that do me any good?

"It must be there. If I were to raise the cause of this defeat... Dear Isle, do you have any friends?

"I wonder what you're going to say..."

It was a sign that the name didn't come up right away during the thought. And the answer that Isle came up with after thinking about it.

"Circilla and Orneus."

"I appreciate that, but there is a clear subordination between us. That's not what I meant."

"I don't think like that," he said, pointing his mouth. "Then I'm not, but I have to be?" Silsilla pulled her cheeks into her mouth, "she said.

"I don't think that means no, but I just don't think Master Isle needs me"

"Oh well, let's make friends then. I can make as many friends as I want, and I think I'll find my weakness first, I can just fish for money, but probably not, right?

"Naturally!! Besides, you can't call me a friend if you're soaked in weakness. We must not have an upward or downward relationship where we can discuss troubles or concerns in a reciprocal relationship."

"Hard...... or is that how people become friends?

"Aren't you there? No, I'm walking over here. Smile."

"If you're making a laugh, it's my eighteenth."

"No, they'll spot you soon enough."

"You're my friend who can spot my laughter, that's interesting. In that sense, Lord Ars had seen it through."

"It's not, it's a natural grin. You don't have to make it."

Rarely did this Lord have wrinkles between his eyebrows.

I can see the facial expressions moving picnically.

"Is that it? How do you laugh? I don't know how to laugh other than usual."

…………

The odd question made Silsilla just a little sad. There are also sores that make my heart tighten with a tsubo.

"That's right! If only Silsila could teach me how to laugh, as she used to. Like I did before."

I pressed my finger against my cheek myself and lifted it forcefully. It was a pretty creepy look, but Silsila stuck her throat in her familiar mouth for a moment.

And my lips tremble, and I feel good.

This is how he answered with a full smile overflowing with nature.

"Yes. Pleasure!

I rarely walked on my own feet for Isle on the road. That was to reflect on the strategic defeat. No one, including Silsila, in the infantry walking behind him will imitate him by shutting his mouth and obstructing him.

We walked together in silence, but it was Silsilsila who prevented Isle from thinking. Isle, blocked in the foreground by his arms, looks at the bandage in front of him and hurries to stop his leg from touching him.

"Dear Isle… things are a little strange"

"Is something wrong?

"Something must have happened. We don't know for sure from here."

"Yeah, Orneus is a little slow too, I'm worried"

"Orneus would be fine. In this direction, the faction of the Favels."

"I see... then it's definitely in the military."

"-!! But this time, even inside the army, Master Isle must have been handwrapping it."

"I can't do that. WOMLUINA is royal, though it will be original, but it does not mean that it can cross on an equal footing with the army itself. Especially as long as Governor Bellick is sitting there, he won't win first with a pawn."

"The holdings of Lord Ars..."

"I wonder if that's close to a mouthful of eight cloves. I'm just a candidate for the next term. My father, the Lord, may not be able to do it, but Oomruina will be exhausted, won't she? It's not a warning to Lord Ars, it's a warning to my father. What does it mean to pull the nation's highest power... was it roundabout?

…………

That's right. Silsila served Isle as well - not so much Oomruina - and I noticed it thinly.

Eyre's face revealed to reveal is bitter.

"Because Oomruina's a little too big for you. That's why I had to choose. See who you take in and who you trump. I believe that Oomruina's position as head of state can be avoided. [M] There's a part of me that's adamant about the Führer. But that allows the Oomruina family to survive. Because we also need to take in the Favel family. There are only a few ways to do this. If we take poison so far, we'll have a limited way."

"Dear Isle, that's..."

Upon exiting the relay point, there were only five judges there, and it seemed that the Favel family at heart had not yet arrived. Of course, not immediately, so in this case, Isle came a little too soon.

Isle's prediction was that Ars' catch should be taking place, and in fact it fit.

"Orneus -"

At the same time as Siralsi's voice, Orneus flies freshly out of the bush to the point of lightly breaking his knee a little further away.

Before the game, the swallow tail clothes, which were similar to new, were torn everywhere. My hair seems a lot messy, too.

He pays off his clothes pappingly and walks out like nothing happened when he dusted them off.

"Looks like you did a lot."

"Yes. I just wanted to ask for some more help if I could, but I can't help it. I've been peeking at the other side of the spectrum, and it's the worst."

Orneus' expression, which I would say pale, was a completely uninteresting faceless expression. As far as he was concerned, I couldn't help but think it was to that extent, and I thought Isle had to be about that. That's the kind of contract.

So I guess his report is still as worded and denominated as how bad it sucks.

Isle stopped thinking. Because I decided I should hear it first, but I wasn't unaware of the word worst and seeing this situation. Maybe it was a thought stop to want you to betray your expectations.

Isle himself, the expression was conscious and made a grin.

But...

"The Honourable Morwald is engaged."

…………

The cheek, which was slowly in place, lowered lightly and asks Orneus in a relatively gentle tone.

"Hey, you did tell His Excellency from Orneus."

"Yes. That's how I measured it. We also receive your recognition."

"You mean that puppet moved on its own?

"You will be."

In the ruling of the nobility (Tempram), the nobility who supports Oomruina has a circular. It was so thorough that it was putting Circilla and Orneus out in an immediate manner, especially to the ranks and influential houses inside the army.

When Isle triumphed, it was unexpected for the aristocrats that the military was dividing itself apart from Oomruina's monopoly on the merits.

Of course I expected the army to move. That it couldn't possibly not move.

This is something I can't help but a lot of houses have a little problem with Oomruina's connections. This is a negative connection inherited from previous generations. I have trouble getting Major General Morwald to come out, in particular.

If I had cut my hand off at this stage, there would have been no problem, but that's not how it works. It was already too late.

Eyre left the nail stabbed to think about the possibility of Molwald coming out here. Of course, he should have a favor in Oomruina that secured him a minimum status of first class demotion during the great progressions of the past. That's why I was alarmed.

It's the end of thinking crap and ignoring instructions if you think you've been lubricating private soldiers for years.

I heard recently that a top-secret convocation took place inside the army, but I have also heard that there was apparently an event there that bisected the army.

Then it was hard to imagine that Morocco would come out here. He also fought with Governor Bellick for his seat in the military. Though the Führer has the right to decide, advance preparation and hand-working are necessary.

I guess even after his demotion to Major General, Morocco was always after the Governor's seat.

Isle takes his nails to his mouth and pinches them with his teeth.

"You rushed for kung fu, my lord. I wonder if you're going to fly some firepowder this way. You're not sorry about the jump fire, are you? That's the kind of balls you can think of."

"What will you do, Master Isle?"

Immediately, Silsila looked at the Lord's complexion and could safely guess a serious situation that she had never seen before.

"I'm going home, both of you!!

"" Yes ""

One judge, who peeled away because they all turned their heels back, rushed over in a big hurry. From now on, the pledge is to be taken by mutual agreement.

"Lord Oomlüina, we have a process coming up soon"

Isle looked depressed at the old man walking next door. The hand is gripped with a thick parchment that is rounded.

"We need to double-check the terms and get the receipt mark…"

"Uh-huh, not now... look, pen and juice out"

When you hold a pledge to take it away while walking, you slip the pen without looking through the requirements and sign and stamp it.

I'm not complaining about this.

"Yes, no, now you must swallow unconditionally in the unlikely event of additional demands..."

"It's okay, 'cause they're not that cross. Anything else?

The old man, who was pointed at that alkaic smile and, conversely, felt horrified, had the best chance of stopping pitally and returning "yes, no".

"Well, you can't solve this situation."

Yes, the blurry Isle thought through it and then remembered the odd hook. As even Isle, who hasn't seen the actual battle, hasn't intended to deal with Ars head-on, the Morwegian catch was a reckless bet on common sense.

I don't think I can muster that many high ranking magicians on him in the first place. More importantly, he has secrets he can't disclose, so he has to even think about them being exposed.

I thought I would be able to pull those additions.

Suppose I could...

(was instigated by someone,)

Isle's gait narrowed as he was rushed.