Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

It's been unconsciously fun - they've had a lot of time. It took the form of throwing out training along the way, but they seemed to follow Ars' instructions unchanged.

I thought there was no such thing as seeing each other again. The extra face that I've shown Tesfir is something that deserves to keep them away.

Loki said they would be fine, but oddly enough, she was right.

That's why I'm having fun unconsciously. Ars didn't know what he was going to do with his mouth if he could just come straight from the front. I don't know how to deal with it.

So I can interact with the body, not the words. This situation was still unconsciously pleasant and thankful.

Because every piece of that technology is evidence that you haven't missed a single day of training until today.

The skill and magical time I have preached dwells in every move of it.

I'm also happy with all the power I just told them to watch them grow up...... no, I guess all I can do is be happy. Because she's gotten over everything she doesn't have to cross.

I accepted everything I didn't need to know.

They did not refuse, but pierced their will to walk further, even knowing it.

Then maybe this is an extension of the training. Maybe it's the continuation of that day.

Ars looks to the impending storm of ice bullets. Neither does Ars add palms or hands to help them feel the process of growth in their skin while they don't know it.

I laid my hands free. Its eyes seem to hold in sight all of the ice bullets that are produced and released.

And countless pieces of debris could be hit - Ars took the ice bullet flying through his forehead at an unnoticed speed, instantly crushing it.

When crushed like galloping and ice has been compressed, it scatters magic residue.

Artistic discipline not possible with coarse motion vision.

Not to mention crushing all the debris that comes down on me without a minute of madness. Capturing the movement of that hand with your eyes is no match.

It's as if you're even predicting, and the sight tells them, "Shh!!," he just leaked conditionally reflexively.

Everything was ejected without error, so it crosses the human recognition area, such as the error from landing to the next bullet. There's no way I can tell the order of those landings, even if I hear them by ear.

In other words, Ars' hand has definitely reached the realm of divine speed. That's what it looks like on the watching side, even if there's some kind of communication.

Expand multilaterally recognizable horizons and predict all ballistics, from bullet speed to landing. In fact, one-handed compression was causing the debris to crush before it touched the hand. The motion of multiplying compression, in the magic of space management, is only a link trigger for event alteration. Thus, while the actual phenomenon was fast and the arm was moving, its compression was destroying multiple rubbles for one crushing operation.

Divine moves that are off track for those who cannot see it correctly.

Enough magic residue falls at Ars' feet. No, it's impossible to accumulate, but still a glittering magical collapse was happening in front of me.

However, the number of debris produced successively increases.

Along with that, all of the Ars are starting to get confused. A foot that didn't move a single step starts moving jizzily to gradually avoid it.

In less than a second, the debris will be able to land on Ars for about twenty seconds. It keeps increasing that much, and even Ars is finally losing his temper.

I wish I could move, but to Ars now. I guess that's just what makes Xing cool.

So move on to a magic battle from the front.

It wasn't my arm that made me crush the rubble within I don't even know when I pulled it out, I was switching to a dagger. The dagger, wielded at an invisible speed, stretched the chain and drew a spiral around him as he swam through the universe.

And grab the chain ring.

"[Permanent Frozen Realm" Nibbleheim "]"

That one word erodes everything into an icy world. The rubble was drank into the ice world without exception. The highest degree magic I let go for that much purpose.

So Ars' intent was to return all ice bullets to magic, with the sole purpose of repainting the cold air the opponent had strained around him. Cold air itself is the magic that finishes the basic structure of the system. In other words, we have already developed a foundation that exceptionally omits the configuration from magic to magic.

It's hard to produce more than one ice bullet if you erase it.

But... the ice bullet stopped generating instantly, and whoever wore the robe dropped his hips. A vast amount of magic overflows with cold air. Hoods are paid from the rusty and glistening robes, and the red hair tied beneath them flows.

She - Tesfir pulled out another AWR in momentum with an invincible grin on her back.

"[Permanent Frozen Realm" Nibbleheim "]!!

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A shaken knife circled the circumference of the tesphere, preventing its area from erosion.

Dismiss the alteration with the alteration.

If Ars had used the [permanent frozen realm "Nibbleheim"] as usual, he would have won by the sophistication of the composition and the amount of magic... Still, Ars could not hide his inner surprise at the fact that Tesfir took the form of the [permanent frozen realm "Nibbleheim"], even though it was a small area.

The manual describing the training we imposed on them does have a commentary on the [permanent frozen realm "Nibbleheim"]. But once you've read and understood it, you can't do it right away. No, it's not some kind of magic you can do just because you're trained.

Ars was good at seeing the knife she had shaken out.

It was Ars himself who named him [Snow Princess "Secchi"]. You can't even look at it wrong. That little knife replaces the underlying configuration of the ice system within the sheath. A magician always absorbs and accumulates a small amount of magic that flows out of his body.

Above all, [Snow Princess "Secchi"] easily outperforms the concurrent magician at the speed of operation in the magic process, from which he progresses his magical composition independently from history and so on.

It fits perfectly with the image of a jaguar lady as the name suggests - although it's Ars' bias.

Tesfir repeats his rough breath. Still enough fighting. The magical ceremony that floated around [Snow Princess "Secchi"] 's body shed a bright light.

Next, I feel an odd magic reaction on my skin in front of Ars. In a sense, it impacted Ars more than [the permanent frozen realm "Nibbleheim"].

Ars stared with his white eyes at the magical expression unfolding in the blink of an eye. For once, wait until it is properly expressed.

In front of you, two meters will cross, and the wall of ice will rise. Naturally, you can't even want to build a wall like this, the amount of magic that is enclosed is too much. Above all, it glowed when it did so that the magical unique amount of light tells the story of the amount of information.

And Tesfir sheaths his little machete with dignity. The superficial layer crushed with the sound of its cachat, and an ice knight appeared from the inside.

Exactly summoning magic. Whoever sees it, a girl named Tesfir is a sensationalist. I don't like to calculate Chimatima with my head, no, she's the kind of kid who gets eclampsia before that.

I guess it's just as artistic as it is in action. I don't know if it's a strangely elaborate piece of decoration, but let's just give it a hundred steps and forgive it.

But Ars saw the obvious anomaly to the Ice Knight. That's why I waited sparingly.

I guess that's exactly what knights get out of poking ice swords that are about the length of their bodies into the ground and putting their hands on top of each other on a boneless patterned head.

The unusually close distance... but that's good... Ars looked at the interrupted ice knight between him and Tesfir so he could taste it from the bottom, and twisted his neck just a little to see how Tesfir was doing.

Her efforts seemed to have been poured into an unexpected pastime.

Wouldn't you have taken the most time to master it if you did poorly? Ars is forced to wipe out such a bad feeling. The shape of Tesfir is slightly less than that of beautiful girls. Does he even hold his breath in addition to the wrinkles that stopped between his eyebrows, or his painful face?

Ice Knight's arm moves out giddy as if he manages to respond to it. It's like a tricky doll. A tearful effort was peeking.

However, subpoena magic is elaborate and distinct from normal magic in its structure across detail while also having a bright image.

Successful, a formidable looking ice knight had difficulty lifting his own partner's sword.

Even the old man inside looks impeccable to me.

And I can tell you that Ars' predictions were exactly centered.

One arm of the Ice Knight stomping and lifting fell.

This is followed by a scream from the back: "Hyah..."

Following a configuration program ordered with one arm, the Ice Knight struggles to lift the Great Sword with one hand, which could not be lifted with both hands. Unfortunately, however, this one also came off his elbow badly below without time, and one hand left in the pattern was creepily floating.

The screams I've already heard from the back stop ringing and instead I hear an empty voice saying, "Now, Alice..."

- Can't I just be impressed?

At the same time as the desire to watch a little more, surely their growth should have already crossed the substitution system within the barrier.