Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

I never thought Don would make this much noise, it's Ars' frank feeling. If so, you must have been right to return Loki early.

At least Ars and Loki, Ilyis is scheduled to leave here early in the morning, so sleep and so on are already gone.

It would be hard for Loki to have nothing on the boulder, so he had made knobs and prepared tea for Ars. But the pot that contained a significant amount is also almost close to the sky.

Mouth on the thick tea, Ars took unnoticed care of the stirring mix before turning his gaze to the window.

Soon outside he was drunk at night to the point where he could hear the footsteps of walking and surveillance posts trembling in the cold.

That's why, as if to refresh it. Phew, my breath is exhaled with a lot of alcohol.

Haorg looked down at Iliis occupying Ars' bed while holding a liquor bottle and lowered his cheek, which he had been happily lifting.

"Apparently it was that way that crumbled first. I feel sorry for myself for not being able to do anything with the help of alcohol at all, and it would be painful for me to be left alone."

"No, I'm not free enough to deal with a drunk properly, so I was wondering if it would be nice to have the day over again..."

Having said that, the eyes of the face-to-face Führer are far from intoxicating, and the open lid remains open to refuse.

"I'm drunk. Exactly what you would know. I am the head of the military ascent. That's why I know the scene, I'm going. But even the pride that should have been cultivated must have been morphed. I left tens of thousands of warriors outside when I lost many of my men and the nations fell into suspicion and defended my country."

"It's strange to say a warrior."

"Undisputed warriors. That's why I can't get drunk no matter how much booze I stir up after that. Either way, even the one who only chooses to let me get away with it, the one who leads the country, or the one who has introduced me to my lover... I wasn't on the front line to make that happen. Whoever stands above puts hundreds or thousands of lives on a word, ready to risk their lives in the field. It was supposed to..."

The chest that is exposed tends to lean over makes me wonder if it's really because I'm drunk.

But...

Shortly afterwards, Haorg lowered his hands on the table and hit his forehead.

It's only an informal, most importantly, story about my alcoholic father just getting lost in blood. No, you wanted to, from the beginning.

He did so for a long time without saying a word.

- I see, is this the head of Iberis?

I was listening, more of a reputable samurai. Your son says he will be discreet in his solitude, but he will not bend the judgment he has made by his righteousness.

Then the words that follow...

"But I assure you I will make the same decision as many times as I do, and I believe it has to be with seven countries"

- After all, this man is a living monarch.

Knowing the pain, Ars truthfully wanted to give praise for the outrageous English cut. Indeed, a man standing above such as the Führer or Governor must be ruthless at the same time as he is personable. But it's not a ruthless person, it's a person who can be ruthless when pressed.

Indeed, we need a clear division between home and foreign affairs: the chief executive, the head of the army, such as the head of the defence, the governor general. But for a life-threatening magician, painful instructions allow the magicians to believe out.

In that sense, Haorg being on the former throne is for Iberis, at least not off the path of people. He has the courage to wrap up the country as a strong rock. It is a quality not found in Cicernia or Lithia.

A necessary existence for humanity today, taking the form of seven countries at the same time.

"If I lost track, the other six countries will control this. I believe that is the greatest advantage of the seven countries. So that's until I took the choice to represent Iberis."

"Yeah, I think that's good. I'm not going to hold anyone accountable. However…"

Yes, Ars has not contested their, the Führer's decision. But they admitted their mistakes as a result. There can be no penalty for that.

If this is a magician, it can be rounded up, but only this time, it can't be done because it's the # 1 Ars with the highest number.

Haorg blocked Ars' words and opened his mouth.

"I know. The correct decision is that the outcome determines. If you suffer the consequences of making a decision that I believe in, you must punish it. Then let me redeem you with my departure."

――

- Is that what you came for?

A word that makes me wonder if I'm really drunk. If anyone asks, it's important. But the gaze that comes straight this way can even peek at the stubbornness of trying to get through the core by being foolish.

Again, this man can be described as serious. Mindfulness, intention, even soul guts are inappropriate words in this setting. That must be because he only goes through one core.

I guess it's hard to be too clumsy to turn the country around.

Maybe that's why Ars was able to talk with his mouth open.

"That's nothing but detrimental to me, is it? Nothing is limited to Iberis that we will have to make a lot of concessions to Alpha in the future, even in trade-related matters. But that doesn't matter to me."

Of course, as it is not the case at present, such as the reconstruction of Lusarca, after the absence of one Head of State, so even Cicernia should not pursue its own interests only.

I don't think it's okay because of her personality.

"I'm not saying that if the results are just as good, it's all good. But I need you to understand, including this one."

…………

An alarm at the heads of state representing seven countries, not just Haorg, for what was otherwise said.

Even the arrogant saying, understand, Haorg did not undermine his mood, but waited for the words to follow.

"Since when have you created the world inside and out?"

"What do you want to say"

Haorg, trying to get everyone to say it, was drawing precisely on Ars' intentions. But I can see that without being told. Because the Führer and the Governor assume, in their minds, that the former land will be restored.

But he rode himself out with a thick arm on the table so that he could be drawn to what the Mage's culminating Ars would emit.

"Children today...... no, there are many whose parents don't even know the outside world. I'm content with a fake birdcage."

"That's the effect of our winning so much blood as consideration!

"Yeah, you bet. But it's not for people to turn away from threats. Not yet, it will still be okay now. But if you live in a different place, your neck will gradually tighten. No matter how much technology advances, no matter how much magic advances, the grief that should be a prerequisite there is going to be thin..."

Ars swallowed the words that followed. That's because the relative Haorg knows best. An answer led by a magician as a soldier and led by a history of warfare that ran through the outside world.

Ars supplements with Bosoli before a man with a wrinkle between his eyebrows hurriedly opens his mouth.

"Nothing is too much to know that the outside world is not just a threat"

…………

"Tomorrow, I'm taking Loki and Ilyis to Babel."

"I'm listening. I don't know what you're gonna do."

Ars takes his gaze straight from the front, which can be narrowed like a sudden raptor.

"No one should be allowed in there. If that were possible, the pseudo-protective walls here would have been a little more decent."

"I'm sorry I couldn't let you in. I've got a situation."

"The effect of Babel..."

Now Ars flies his gaze of pity into the void. That is not limited to Haorg, but a great sin common to mankind, assuming it is sinful.

We have to go to Babel to make sure.

"We have to see what that power is created by. I actually have to see, if Croquel's purpose is to be assembled above the fact..."

"Did you still know"

Ars was immediately asked about Crokel's purpose, but shook his head sideways for all the questions. The same goes for fact-checking, because, assuming it's true, the Führer and the others didn't think they could look past what Ars was going to do.

"It's no surprise when Babel finishes her life expectancy"... "I don't need your discharge or anything. I'm not going to let all the Führer get involved in what I have to do because he's retired!!

Haorg, dangly risen, neither angry, nor piercing his righteousness, but turning his pure eyes.

Do you think you're right about that?

"Whatever. It has to be. You don't want to step off any more, do you?

Ars takes a swinging cup on the table, but doesn't have any contents on when he drinks it up.

"Führer Haorg, I need your help. No, I don't mind just being silent. That's all I want."

"Do you understand? That's treason."

"That's tough. I think it would be wise to destroy Babel."

"-!! Wait, if we lose the protective wall now..."

Exactly. Ars doesn't have any credibility around here, I guess. At any rate, Ars is only a few times face-to-face with the heads of other countries.

"I'm just not thinking of reducing the number of humans. I'm not even talking about what happens right away. I'm going to Babel tomorrow to make sure... [Third Babel]."

Turning an invincible grin, Haorg put a bitter grin on his mouth. I haven't been able to move my cheeks well like they are slightly cramped, and I drop my hips in the chair dongly to break.

"I'm certainly not going to do what I want, because I'm not that crazy. So you should understand, too. If you don't hit me here, I won't give you a hand in the future. Probably, but [Third Babel], you're gonna need me to make it."

Words that can also be taken as blackmail - in fact, Ars was blackmailing. No, things are simple and clear. That's all I need if I can get a profit and loss account.

"Gahahahahahahahahaha......!!!

The laughter of selling the fight head-on into the silence of the night burst indoors. Laughter as if you'd gone crazy. But it also looks like a laugh that convinces itself somewhere.

Extravagant and deliberate laughter.

A slight laugh, Haorg grabbed the water from the kitchen carefully and drank it straight away with Gubi Gubi.

"This place is only informal."

"That's just a terrible drunk, too."

"Ha-ha-ha... more than a story man, Ars Regin. If you weren't old enough to drink, I would have forced you to. Cool............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... You can't drink the spit you spit on."

"That's the dialogue here. I took your word for it."

"Don't forget, check the facts. This is our priority. I'll have you throw up washing up at that time about what you're going to do."

"I got it."

I didn't expect the conversation to go so well. But that's why this is a big step forward.

Now all he had to do was cut up. Haorg stood up with a delightful face and slapped his knee once.

"Yeah, so I'm going home, too? I don't know if I'm gonna be busy."

"I'll send it to you"

"I don't mind. You're not a sleeper, are you? Don't you dare blame me."

At least 90% of the time, it's not this guy's fault.

"You think I'm gonna be sleeping on the outside?

"So is that..."

Haorg's eyes, which shimmer, dwell in the embarrassment of being dropped off. Do you think you're getting old or something?

But...

"I can feel it letting the drunk go home alone"

"Humph... I see a human being named you."

Ars gently lowered his eyes to the man with an ironic grin on his face.

It's just unofficial and it was Haorg himself who took the decency of drunk. I couldn't find a word to give it back and I had to admit it.

Ars looked back once as the two of us left the room.

"Get rid of the mess."

The girl holding the liquor bottle on the bed opened one eye thinly, lifting up one hand weakly, and dropping it off as a flicker.