Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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It will be since the [Seven Kingdoms Magic Goodwill Games] that the heads of state in the seven countries come together.

Cicernia walks out to the last metastasis gate of the day. He was wearing a pull shaker with a tattoo on a glossy black toned fabric. The chest is large and clear, with white skin and clavicle.

He had a widened hem under his knees and had a peek at his thin legs. The painful footsteps will probably be due to the intense defeat of the battle on the battlefield we are about to head to.

Still, Beric looked to the young Führer for his willingness to fight.

The Artzeit family still has the custom of kimonos handed down from generation to generation. The royal family still retains its old-fashioned image.

Nowadays I rarely get to wear it, and the distinctive costume is always worn when there is no scaffold to back down. I recall that Beric was similarly dressed in a black-printed costume for the country's importance.

I'm not sure why it's a courtesy about this, but in the Artzeit family, it bears quite a tattoo in a pivotal setting.

The way you look at it doesn't make a big difference from the dress.

Neither does Cicernia believe that this meeting will end with mere discussion. On the contrary, Alpha essentially has to deal with six countries.

Are you all right, Master Cicernia?

"Ha... eh, I can handle it. If Ars sees us like this, he'll be sarcastic again."

The sigh, not from tension, would be due to an expected one-sided argument. No, it wouldn't even be a decent discussion - there's already no room for clarification.

Light mouth is still the will to refuse to shut up.

"I'll have to take a shot at my fist bone then. You'll get carried away."

"That's pathetic."

The two break up with side service in front of the transfer gate. There's only two of us from here.

But look at the woman who jumped in just before. Cicernia sees a glimmer of light.

"Well done for coming back, Lynne."

"Ha, ha, ha... Ha!

Repeat breathing loudly on your shoulders, toning your breath as you drip a large amount of sweat.

"How was it, Lord Lynne?"

"Yes, I succeeded in seeing you. As I was asking about the point. He said he is currently getting ready in the cave. Let me start by describing it in order."

Only tell Beric in haste that there was a harvest first, and the three move out of the transfer gate.

A luxurious carriage dedicated to Alpha was available in front of the tower of Babel, which stood in front of him.

A small amount of time to the rendezvous point is a weapon that Cicernia can hold. How far can we align and how sharp can we sharpen?

I have to slap all the information on my head: knowledge. On top of that, the actions to be taken by Cicernia, the guidelines had to be laid down.

The carriage runs and the white walls monopolize the view on the shoulder side. Its immensity to the unusual has turned the air in the carriage into a crushing compression.

Lynne relieves herself that she was glad she never failed to meet her expectations by looking at Cicernia's outfit before communicating all her conversations with Ars. This is the first time as far as Lynne knows she'll be dressed in a dress. A symbol of her readiness to bear the burden of the country within her weak body.

"Then it is the intention of Master Ars at the outset..."

Lynne kept her mouth moving as fast, precisely, and without leaking word for word. Detail everything she sees and hears.

It is not possible to skip a marginal exchange that is irrelevant at Lynne's discretion. Because Cicernia and Bellick are far more thoughtful than she is and draw information from trivialities.

And there was no more time to repeat, and the two stood silently listening without listening back.

It was Cicernia who opened his mouth first. After this she must be at the forefront on the battlefield of words only. Once again, there is confirmation as if to eliminate all doubts.

"That's all Ars said?

That's all, Lynne is going to blame herself for wondering if she couldn't pull enough information out of Ars or if she had a clue.

It was uncertain how far she could have gotten on Ars opponents on that occasion. No, I can't deny I'm underpowered in the sense of letting exploration in.

"Yes. I just wanted to say that I'm close to Master Lithia..."

Cicernia, who usually seems to look up just to hear the name, began to think like a roar.

Bellick speculates to support it immediately.

"Perhaps there is something this time, as Lord Lynne said. Ars should have been in Luther Luca until just before...... that's all I'm saying. I guess not being able to say does not leave the stage of possibility. Perhaps Ars is treading that Master Lithia might be holding something."

"But we don't have time to rub each other anymore... how far will that single cell go after that?"

"Of course, I'm suspicious you responded."

Firstly, it has been necessary for Cicernia to keep abreast of the trends in Lithia as a pending. This is a wager, so to speak. If she alone can pull in, she may find justification for her voice as a forum for discussion, or she may have some room for thought.

The only thing that scares me is being swallowed up by momentum.

It's what stops you from thinking. So Cicernia has to choose the words to make you think.

- I'll give you the initiative from the start. Instead I just won't end it!!

Cicernia and Bellick analyze in greater depth the message left by a genius named Ars. His bad news is that he tends to unconsciously lay low on partial information because it separates him from himself and communicates things.

Bellick, of course, is the reason I notice the tendency to think.

Regardless, Cicernia similarly estimates the presence of Ars high. I'm not a magician, because I'm one of the few people who can talk in the same line of sight, in the same realm.

Of course, it's been confirmed that you can't lose that easily if you argue with him. The depth of reading is picky, but Ars has the disadvantage of not being familiar with the place.

If you think about it with that in mind...... it's still cheap to break "that's all".

"Belik, the fact that you didn't stop Lynne..."

…… I'm sure you're right. "

"Hey."

Immediately noticed, Beric affirmed with a small, difficult face. I had an intuition that I was sure of it. And the more I think about it, there's no better way out.

I was just made to recognise a situation where, as Ars said, things were carried as muscled and it was becoming difficult to put in a cross spear.

I guess it seemed strange that Lynne looked back at the two of them and craved commentary on the completed issue.

Cicernia began to talk without concealing her distress, with the meaning of confirming because the processing of the information was crude. The narrowed eyes still seem to be looking for something (,) to wrap around.

"In other words, Ars hopes to carry it as his opponent drew his muscles, as he said himself. That's all I can say, given the circumstances in which it is placed. I guess he stays in the same place. No matter how you fall, Ars cannot avoid fighting. That's how steep the flow is, and no one can resist it, so much so that the outer moat can be done."

"Uh, I mean?

"To me... you're not. I wonder if Alpha's going to turn the defense around, fight with other countries, or even show us the way."

"-!! No!!

At least Lynne has received the word time. That's why Alpha thought there was a way not to abandon Als.

Placing his elbow at the edge of the window behaving badly, Cicernia scrutinizes some of the roadblocks from the circuits that were going on simultaneously.

"That was a bad way to put it. There's nothing I can do so far, I guess. Things are changing too fast."

"You're pretty well prepared. Then…"

"I know. Not yet...... no, I'll try to do something!!

I already understood that neither Cicernia nor Belik was just a matter for their own country. There has to be a breakdown in how Klama works, even if you can't get your hands on it.

Now I just have to believe that.

Sisernia takes a big, deep breath and firmly resolves that she must show an obedient attitude until the occasion comes. Even if we do not know the purpose of Klama, we must only stop the lack of Ars now.

- Ars. I'm a devil, so when you say that, you want to rebel against anything.

Few things could actually be done even if I thought so, and it might have been quicker to open up looking for how I could betray Ars' thoughts, which I even foresaw.

I can't convince you or make a suggestion unless you let me talk to you as much as I can in Cicernia.

Beric was similarly engaged in the search for his next hand.

Klama's strength is already a great idea, and if we are to rephrase it, we can anticipate a minimum combat capability. I didn't want to think it was true, but I can't say that either.

The battle report when Ars headed for the crusade of [Demi Azur] read that it was no exaggeration or anything that Klama's executives had comparable strengths to singles.

The key is how dangerous other countries are to an organisation called Klama. More importantly, they rooted too much throughout the country. It meant a match of mutual interests, which made it difficult to separate the relationship.

Klama will be needed to imitate mercenaries. You have to admit that you are a hidden force in this world.

The carriage slowly slows down on the paved road and pronounces a merciless time limit.

The door opens with respect, Lynne descends first and offers her hand to Cicernia.

Cicernia, who begins to fold towards the place of the showdown, took a brave step by finding what needs to be done.

But nothing anyone has noticed that there is an old man holding a Pandora's box unintentionally behind it. Nobody knew I couldn't do anything important... not even Bellick himself.

However, you must understand that what is in Pandora's box is not all about disaster. Still, deep down, at the bottom of the darkness, we will also know that a slight hope is asleep.