Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

In the meantime, Beric's solo narrative continues.

"Naturally, I have no doubt that I would have gone to the outside world to throw it away. Ars lived is tantamount to a miracle."

"I guess I'll have to regret that now, too."

Beric consciously recieves the words of the sympathetic Clough.

"Of course, it's likely he's an Alpha magician because of the outside world, but he couldn't identify the parents he was supposedly going to throw away. Because at the time, when the location was the only place, there wasn't supposed to be any troops that stepped that far."

Make it easy. Though I had to skip the details, there's no way they felt it. The Führer and the others were odd stories, too, but decided that the information obtained from them would not help or move on to the next agenda.

Yes, I don't have to confirm again that this is where it will be from here for Cicernia and Bellick. Even so, what Cicernia is thinking was the new fact that Bellick told us earlier - it was about Ars.

Apart from myself, I can do it to an inscrutable degree, but she's the only one who's different. More importantly, only the Aalzeites were different.

- Come here... how could you do this... no, there's more to do now... Fortunately, they haven't noticed.

There was no room left to shake it off to Cicernia even though it filled the bulk of brain content. So much shock. If this is exposed......

In a moment, a noisy path passes in Cicernia's brain.

- Then let's go...

"It's about Ars Regin, but as things stand, he seems to have escaped in the outside world, far away. I guess you're just never lurking in the neighborhood. He won't be incompetent that far. And the last thing I heard was not Luca, but Alpha, right, Mr. Cicernia?

Such thought echoed a caged voice of hostility from the neighboring Luther Lucaside. But you won't be able to guess who the hostility put on that voice is directed at other than Jean. If I lifted it up, I would have guessed Cicernia, but it seems that the person in question is not the other way around.

Cicernia reacts to this one beat late, but Bellick, who knows the situation best, turned to the answer himself.

"We have turned the battalion led by Teresa as an immediate, captive force, something we did not anticipate about the matter, but we did not make it."

Up to this point, it played a role in defending my decency as an argument. Just give me the answers you've prepared. Belik will be fine, but...

"I didn't expect you to come here and get away with it..."

Extraordinary pursuits were earlier coarsely coarsened in Ars' discussion of threat levels. Now, I should have understood that you couldn't possibly be fat in one country.

But it was an ultra-natural flow to keep the adjustment by making Alpha think he was cooperative here. Beric cuts his hand bills early.

"We are replenishing the latent sites in the outside world as a result of tracking here on the matter"

"" Ooh. ""

"Should I say that's just right"

In the admiration goes the praise of Clough's letting go. Now there will be no apparent suspicion that Alpha will be cooperative with Ars. The feeling was that it was an excellent time...... that decisions and policies should be discussed in six countries other than Alpha in terms of the movement of Alpha, and it sucks to seem antagonistic on this occasion. This hand tag was also a card that had to be cut by the legend of Ars, which Lynne brought home.

Based on this far, Haorg takes the initiative and opens his mouth. Do you want to gain overall command, or is it advice that comes from experience again?

"No, the target, Ars Regin, decides he's good at strategy. It will be difficult for us to do a few things. Any possible bud must be crushed, then it will be difficult to move the single unless it is definitely supplemented until just before. It wasn't until they found out that they would put in a single magician, a countermeasure. No one will want to be attacked by the country while they're away."

"Whatever. Again, it would be quicker to ask the single-digit people here than we do. What do you say, Lord Vaget?"

Haorg probably went consciously to reaffirm the word supplement.

Clough gorgeously shifts the waist of the story. I threw an inquiry at the man who would be able to guess the situation most calmly in this. Even in earlier exchanges he is more aware of the survival of the country than anyone else, and does not make him feel any signs of pride in the ranking of second place.

More importantly, the other single magicians felt a little more habitual, so it's an erasure method, but they (...) will need to check "..." again. Only six countries, with the exception of Alpha, realized that this was, in a sense, a hidden adage behind the words.

A skinny, skinny man. A stand-up that lowered its prey to remind the martial artists and entered the hall. The beautifully divided deep herd of blue hair is stretched straight down to the jaw without any sense of habit. Hair that lights up back even makes you feel glossy. Once it rocks, the vaget slowly opens his lid as he was meditating.

Haorg also pulls a little chair and leans towards his findings on how his country's singles see it. Originally, Vadget was the rightful successor to the dojo who gave his name as swordsmanship. Swordsmanship for obsolete interpersonal. A skill specific to a skilled swordsman who kills people, then reads thoughts. That perception, which should also be called intuition to be able to interact with the person coming from experience, is worth hearing.

That was enough to roar Haorg many times. Whether the other person is a demon or not, his prophecy doesn't strike the worse.

That's why Haorg listens even as he learns that the hunch won't help.

"There will already be a solution if we are to be complete. Until we thoroughly defend our country, that's what we don't even allow worms to penetrate. Find countermeasures in the meantime. If we value danger, we can't strike it out as soon as possible. I don't even know what to do with a reprieve. He will also anticipate our actions, let us hope that we are ready to die."

Hearing words up close that smell the atmosphere that propagates somewhere, Haorg turns into an expression that shows understanding only once.

"There's no way we can do anything in the outside world. The scariest thing is being struck out."

In the light of Haorg's concerns, once again, the gaze concentrated on the clough.

Detailed explanations are unnecessary. At least you have to put in the majority of single magicians, but you can't leave safely for your own defense. Because if Ars narrows his focus to one country, he has to turn back.

It is easy to see without looking at the complexion of the Führer and others.

The only reason I asked Vaget back now would still be because Iberis showed difficulty to the end.

But only Alpha shows the last resistance.

Beric stood up for nothing else, because Cicernia shows no resistance. It is rare for her to have her feet taken by the muddy of thought. It was clear that it would be too late if we missed the opportunity.

There's no way they don't show any difficulty in putting a single in. The Führer can't be aggressive while complaining about the need. Naturally, given the risks, you won't be able to shake your head vertically cheaply. Perhaps the results would have been slightly different if the governors of the countries had been present on this occasion.

No, that wouldn't have led me to overturn the conclusion where I got to, either. Because a fire between Bellick and another country would have made you more cautious.

Bellick's sleeve, which stood up while looking for something to take care of, is accidentally pulled. Turning around, Cicernia's slightly exhausted face saw a strong willed look.

Beric calmed down his heavy hips with relief and fear. Except - you'll soon understand that it's only a bad scratch in the end, too.

"Then Alpha has all the power here..."

"Oh, no. It's a time limit. I've already made up my mind."

"Become!?

Beric can't even hear back "what..." to Rafsenal's blocking voice. They said that their gaze was as if they had no ears to listen to. A different sense of alienation as if to repeat barren exchanges.

"Hey, get in," said Rafsenal, who gently patted his fingers.

And it would have been heavily closed, the door slowly, quietly, securely opened and peeking into the shadows.

It was like an unrecognizable young man there.

A streamlined leg lift that entails a beautiful atmosphere and doesn't even let footsteps. Clear grey hair cut together over the eyes was tied about inside behind the back.

A formal outfit that contrasts with mourning.

It stands out like a painting with brilliant eyebrows. However, although the gaze poured on him hosted an obvious hostility, conflicting feelings of self-restraint were mixed.

The man bent his hips glossy with a smile that must have been the atmosphere, not even through dew. The work is flashy and flashy.

"I am honored to invite you, ladies and gentlemen, to call me Mekfis. Say hello."