Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Two days after Ars tried to escape.

With his throat clogged, the man struggled with a feeling of ridicule that was not standing around somewhere well against his men.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna leave you with a nasty role."

"Don't say that, that's what I was buying. My job isn't the same as yours, but there are limits on my own. Don't hesitate to do what I can."

The two men stood still in a room over glass for a great hour. He was silently staring at the curious work that would take place on the other side of the glass.

Behavioral principles out of track, distorted thinking.

Beric neglected to take care of the victims of the magician training program he dismantled. I can't help it if I tell you from a visaist, but this is how I executed my thoughtful proposal because of my own blame.

Bellick reached out a deep wrinkled hand, knowing it was impossible to regenerate the noir. The old governor is inevitable to overflow even though he is risking so much life that he cannot hold it in his hands. There's a limit to how many people can save people.

But Beric also tries to pick up anything that falls overflow from his hands. That's why the visaist still works for him, too. If you can only hold it with two hands, you can use your own.

Four would still be better, he said.

The visionary therefore bought himself into the proposal proposed by Bellick. Thinking of a girl named Noir, there was nothing like this.

Whatever life we can save, we have to save it when it comes to her. I felt like I was looking at someone, like I was on a mission like that.

Bellick exhales as he watches the broken noir over the glass as the cloth slowly falls.

From the other side it was only made to look like a wall.

"I hope this breaks the Moroccan curse."

"You're about to. Administration of drugs that paralyse pain. Drugs that encourage confusion of consciousness. In the future, memory confusion becomes intense at the same time as it falls out. I guess Noir will get his memories back one by one. But..."

The visaist clogged the words ahead of the professional pattern.

However, Belik will take over later, without the possibility of making it yet-free.

"I know. She has come to a point where she can no longer go back. I can't even change my dyed mind trying to get my meds out. You know, Visaist."

"Whatever. After Ars, it's painful, but it also does her good."

Some children enter military establishments after a magician training program is frozen, but they are often basically looking for foster parents. It also included noir. Molwald had a prior grasp of Noir's propriety for the dark lineage. No, maybe he needed it to grow up as a private soldier from scratch.

In that sense, I guess the military magician training program was hit and put on. I couldn't extract my memories that far.

The cunning thing about Morocco is that I didn't dare name myself and took the parents I hired for gold as underwriters. I was also careful not to get my feet on it.

"I'm leaving now."

"Oh, I asked for the rest"

The neighborhood, which is a hidden room, has no doors from the aisle side. However, when the visaist enters the authentication code from the inside, a rectangular gap is created on the opposite wall surface, which opens the door.

Over the glass, the visaist carefully holds the noir and transports it to its original room.

"That's good enough. How's your memory?

"That's the limit."

Behind him, his eyes opened cuttingly, and Molwald, who had been bitten by a monkey grub, was tied to a chair.

Dressed in military uniform. A man takes his hands off his head.

"It's impossible to extract it because it's a memory from a long time ago."

I thought I'd remind you if I showed you this situation.

"Mmmm!!

"Don't be so rash, former Major General."

Interrogation by dark lineage magicians is basically forbidden, but Beric had no intention of choosing the means. Because this is how Molwald, who had his hands burned so many times before and kept his tail hidden, dug himself a grave.

Plus, we've found irrefutable material evidence in his mansion. Either way, Beric's anger was shaking the limit.

But that's all I get caught up in.

"Have you asked the former Major General any more?

"That's enough."

"Ha!"

When a man takes a syringe out of his pocket, he punctures a needle in his neck and administers sleeping pills. Molwald's eyes gradually vanish and his neck drips.

Beric saw the forced sleep and stretched his expression.

"Undoubtedly, there are those who instigated Molwald"

I only found out that fact in an unconscious confession, but I couldn't bring out any of the key parts - who they are, their outfits and other traits.

- There was a harvest first. Can't you move any further? I guess it should be good just to have been able to protect the noir.

I blame myself violently. I am disgusted by my incompetence. Why doesn't it always work? Does it always fail?

Beric was also always looking for a redemption that would never be met to keep himself.

He exhales loudly and a blurry white light lights up the room where the noir rumbled. This is what she's been accumulating. I told myself that by thinking so.

Beyond the glass, what Noir killed was an exquisitely crafted Moroccan dummy. You won't be able to check every detail in that darkness. In case you try to escape, each exit has a magician waiting for you.

Still, I couldn't help but feel nothing in the tragedy of the splash of blood paste in every corner of the room.

Unless this is the case, Noir will continue to live and depend on him as a Moroccan puppet. I could also say that she is the only one on this occasion who has the right to kill him, because it is now certain that Morocco has something to do with the death of her parents.

First one. Yes, first one.

It was essential to control the will of the military as a precedent to embarking on the issue of Ars.

A card-shaped communication terminal left in your chest pocket makes an emergency call ring indoors. The hand touching the call button and pressing it against his ear seemed somewhat ready.

"Briefly communicate only the requirements."

'Ha! There was an emergency convocation in seven countries at the current time. A request has been made to the Head of State to appear as a unifying intention of the country'

"Are you finally here?"

Bellick felt earlier than expected. The anger of the Lutheran people does not know where to stay as a country that already held Lutheran Lukas in chaos.

As a result, martial law is laid in all seven countries for every state of emergency. Naturally, entry and exit were also impossible except for the military.

Otherwise, other citizens turned into thugs will wreak havoc on Alpha. That would be the opening of a barren war between humans that mankind feared for years.

There are words that someone advocated at the same time as the advent of the demon. It is a prelude to treason when it is said to induce an acceleration to the annihilation of mankind, a word that remains in the [Seven Nations Republican Agreement].

It must not be human to join demons when translated directly. The admonition that it must not be man to destroy man.

The caller went on to report further to Bellick, who tried to cut communication.

'Governor, or I have one more report for you...'

"What!

'About a few minutes ago, there was a fire at the Oomruina Mansion. We are currently turning to many water magicians to extinguish the fire, but the fire is strong and total burning is a must. "

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What will be done and what will be decided in the context of national discussions?

Bellick pulls himself together. Things start to plummet under conditions that don't even show the amazing moon to fit in. That would be a decision to be taken in seven Member States' consultations.

But I guess it's now that we should run to make sure that the end we head for doesn't produce the wrong results.

Based on several pieces of information, Beric hallucinated the trend in his brain. The expression suggests that even cold sweat is likely to drift away.

All information must be shared with Cicernia. What is more, it will need to be shared with all countries.

Who could have expected a day like this to come?

I was in the mood for Bellick to expose his belly, hoping he wouldn't visit if possible. Interaction with countries should be the kind of rush that threads through the needle holes.

Fatigue that seems to age all at once overflows with sighs like toxins coming out of the body of an old man. But Bellick came to mind just before.

There's still a long way to go. You can't cross over to show fatigue in a place like this. Now it's time to stand around well.