Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Time goes back about a few hours.

The fuhrer with his goose neck in his sight, and the tight air surrounds him.

One decision just brought about. It was like being forced to make a half-avoidable choice. Until I put in place a strategy to mobilize a single magician against Ars.

But the biggest concern material listed as expected.

If we lose sight of Ars in an unknown realm called the outside world, each country must intercept without a single magician. Everyone understood that pre-construction, such as interception, could not even be just a decoration.

Powerful magic that killed Hispida and devastated Luca. If you let that one go in your own country...... the conclusion you don't even want to think about will be done without resistance.

It's not like we haven't had any material of concern before, but only this time, the tragic situation in Lusarca has already been too tragic. I got burned in the back of my brain.

That is why no one was able to spin a valid objection to Rafsenal's proposal. As a result, there was no choice but to reach an implicit agreement.

Only one person, nothing would change if something were on this occasion to know it wasn't a coincidence.

Whatever, because he still has this sunny doth black emotion that sits on the bottom of his belly.

That would be the same for her in front of me. The Führer, who makes himself nervous about restraint so desperately not to move, is knotting his mouth cuddly and unwilling.

Only Lusarca here depicted thoughts that were decidedly at odds with other countries. Maybe this is selfish behavior with personal feelings pinched in it.

Jean felt only a little remorse for mocking herself and at the same time pressing for Lithia to make tough choices. But it took the form of using her position, but Lithia ordered Rin with a slightly sad look on her face.

"Jean Rumbles. Rusarca Führer, Lithia Touf Inflatta orders. Let's clear Mr. Hispida's mind together."

She allowed me to make such selfish advances. In the position of Führer, I cannot lay down my life on Jean, a single magician. Still, Jean put everything into one word, poking one knee and deeply engraving his words of gratitude into his chest, "I accept your prayer," he said.

It all started when Jean went to the Hispida killing site.

The sight was so tragic that it could not be quantified. Hispida, lying in nature to be held, with a restful face.

Covered with hardened blood from the mouth to the submandibular, the arms sag without a firm force.

Jean circled her gaze around, praying that her death was not at least painful. We had all our men mobilized around here to investigate the trail. That won't take much time in the outside world either.

But I've got a few things to figure out.

Only once has Jean heard the magic inside Hispida's AWR. That's for contraindication magic I've learned from a while back. But Hispida answered with a true face, erasing the usual floating grin.

That the magic can only be used once, and that we have already decided who to use. That is [Unlimited Zero].

I found three thick sheets of paper that would probably have been used for it - staining the red spots scattered all used and all inconsistent.

Said there was this on the spot, but I couldn't find only the AWR at heart.

I was contacted and the troops who arrived earlier than Jean were critically detecting the magic reaction that would have been the two magicians by the time they arrived. Though I couldn't seem to follow this tragedy.

Jean guessed that both of them would probably be Ars and Loki.

It is too unnatural to assume that they had an AWR to confuse the investigation. Jean, give me something nice because I know it's not the killer.

Jean punched the trunk of a giant tree in memory of what Ars asked him to do. The mechanical and embedded fists swayed in abundance to let the leaves fall.

"How could you not tell me, Ars!

Words of regret leaking from the gap between his forehead and his teeth. No, it doesn't start when I say it. Because if Ars had assumed so far, he couldn't have moved.

And Hispida had revenge to accomplish. That's something Jean or not can't stop.

This sight reminds me of regret.

- Same as then...

It is also driven by self-blame that Hispida has supported Lusarca longer than Jean. So when he was chosen as his second single magician, he was called Luther Luca's Twin Wings, etc., but Jean frequently went out to the outside world with the sole desire to make Hispida as easy as possible.

As a merchant, she will gain prominence. She is also a tremendous celebrity in Ichii. I was wondering how long my heart wound would heal too......

Jean ashamed herself of the sweetness of her thoughts by visiting Hispida's home. That was the material of the time when only the portion of resentment was affixed in a closed room.

An article all of which covered the walls and unleashed unconstructively on the floor.

Hispida had been burning firewood for a long time so that the fire of vengeance would not go out. I hid that obsession that strayed from my regular track, and I kept it in my own chest for the past few years, without enlightening anyone.

You can't even imagine.

I guess you can't try to be the same person, such as to deduce meaning remorse. Only those who keep grievances in their hearts will know, they will not notice.

Jean glanced at all the materials all night by herself. To explore what she thought...... what she found.

Of course, I didn't want anyone in this room right now.

But when three days passed without sleep and even the deep, dark neighborhood was broken, Lichia, who was similarly floating in the neighborhood, picked him up with a grin.

She also took the lead in rescue and rescue in the country and hasn't slept in the last few days. "There's been traces of Mr. Ars' blood coming from the scene," he reported as he walked indoors looking for a foot trail.

herself, leaned down and told her that it was incredible.

But...

"No, I'm not. It's not the Ars. Take this..."

As such, Jean hands over chronological materials. Where it was purchased from, photographs were left that I believe were printed from all surveillance cameras in the military, plus a virtual LCD was deployed from a start-up device.

…… What, this "

Fatigue disappears into a moment of amazement. Lithia already knew about Hispida's revenge as a report. That's why I allowed Jean to stay here.

Drop your eyes, the material shows a photograph just taped.

However, there is too much divergence between the characters shown there and those autographed and added by Hispida.

"What do you mean, Jean!!

Jean tells the calmly guided answer to the scolding fury.

"Oran Topithon has stopped the army before Mr. Hispida's husband, Mr. Sigsam, died. I'm standing by for news afterwards. Precisely a few days after I got the message, my death has been confirmed as a carcass, and according to that dossier, it is an accident, but..."

Lithia dropped her gaze on the date of the posted photo and was stunned.

"Then there were a total of three footage on surveillance cameras inside the military. And that's all after he died."

"Hey, wait a minute... I have an understanding"

Lithia, who scratched her hair up messily, was forcing her dull thoughts to spin after fatigue. However, she was certain that it was an area she lacked in the first place as knowledge, and Jean made it clear. Just one fact.

"What can be considered is the possibility that Oran Topithon is alive, but this will be almost non-existent. Looks like Mr. Hispida was investigating that far. And when it does, someone is made up of Oran Topitphone. No, in this case, it's someone wearing his skin. And that's who killed Mr. Sigsam."

Lithia was intolerant of these black parts, but she couldn't even say that anymore. Hispida is a magician who has so far led Luther Luca to great power. I know as much as I dislike how committed she has been to the reforms recommended by Lithia.

Because without her there is no Luther Luca right now.

"But Ars won't be irrelevant either."

Since I have asked Jean directly for the extension, it has gradually become clear what the intentions are now. I only have a bad feeling about the signals that Ars left if we get here.

"Jean..." An imminent plundering voice shook Jean's tympanic membrane as she was thinking. It contains a sound that is painful but does not end with remorse. Even the pharynx trembled, such a squeezing voice.

"I'm not going to be able to forgive those who killed Mr. Hispida. I'm sure you can't let me, the Führer, say this... but I still can't mourn Mr. Hispida at the funeral. I don't think we should end this."

"I agree with that. I don't think you'll be rewarded for this. Maybe I'm only self-satisfied. Still, we can't even be self-satisfied. Those who are left behind can't even fold."

"Yeah, I don't even hate power to reward her."

"I'm sure you'll all understand."

"I hope so..."

The decision between the two of them is a big mess for the country. Therefore this was communicated only to the two of them and to the Governor of Lusarca.

From this point on, all the Governor's orders followed the intentions of the Führer, Lithia, and a system was immediately laid down that was unprecedented.

It is only to the knowledge of all magicians in the country that Lithia has gone to the military headquarters, even if they do not know what it means and what they are ordered to do. Jean saw the impeccable anger lurking behind the grief in its face when Hispida's obituary was released and the day was shallow.

The grudging words uttered towards the Führer are swallowed up. I guess because they saw something similar to the look on Lithia's face again, too.

And the meeting of the incoming Führer.

Both Jean and Lithia only remembered the contents and other superficial places, dividing the bulk of their thoughts on what had been decided before Alpha arrived.

I'll probably get back to the point after I've heard the information in the name of explaining the situation from Alpha.

But along the way, Jean had been made hiatus several times.

In fact, Lithia has gained experience in policy rushes and so on, and was good at launching innovative policies, but she is not good at these belly searches.

Luca must move only independently. This is retaliation for personal feelings only.

- Please, Master Cicernia. Don't give too much to Master Lithia!!

Jean was feeling something cold in her spine praying for that. In the Battle of the Tongue, it is more obvious than to see fire that the armaments rise to Cicernia.

Above all, because Jean is pulling a step, I still felt like a scary person for Cicernia. He explores the palm of this hand from a small amount of information while also discerning Lithia, who seems to have instant information.

I think Jean was being pulled out the same amount of information in Lithia's position, so I feel that the two people who make it are incompatible.

It's different in nature. Lithia has also been bought its honesty within Lusarca and puts the people first with honesty. So even after that incident, she responded immediately, and when she finished what she could, she now took a trip to the scene to direct command.

Therefore it is easy to turn away from the front of men's thoughts and malice. It's easy to get into. But Jean thought from the bottom of her heart that she was glad to be the head of Luther Luca.

Because no matter how much information they pull out, one human being named Lithia remains the same.

- Did they even read this move? But what about Alpha?

After all, there is no way Alpha could suggest anything at this meeting or anything like that. Because we've already decided so much that nothing changes more than the party who put out the criminal.

So far, grace time - both for Alpha and for Luca.

- Are you there? Please, Master Lithia, don't give me a seizure yet. I'd like Alpha to be quiet, if possible.

Alternate gaze. It would be true, as Lithia slapped a light mouth, that the state of Cicernia was not fragrant from earlier. If only you would stay like this, but Alpha and Lusarca have different degrees of certainty of the information you know.

He was still almost starting to stare at Lusarca against the hand-explored Alpha. Of course, since I came to this meeting.

But where it gets stuck, it doesn't even go beyond expectations. To the extent of suspicion, the reality is that there is less trouble with what can be done as well as with Alpha.

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

Seeing the man surrounding the unusual atmosphere that had emanated, Jean invisible the intent to kill, which was an unintentional leak for a moment, made a fist grip with his left hand.

Put aside a beat and wipe the liquid gushing in your left hand to press it with your clothes.

It was for this reason that a single magician was bringing in AWR in the true sense.

- That one...