Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The pressing air was a temporary one, and there was also someone with a head among the students who saw the critical situation for some reason.

I can probably peep that there was something like a hunch. However, only this time, the problem was that the opponent was a single magician, Ars. Now no one knows its name better or worse.

Not to mention this is Alpha's lap.

The students gathered also to see at first sight the supreme position of one, Ars. Of course I can't help but envy some facial acquaintance that my old friend was hiding his identity.

The fact that I was in college was too exciting and dramatic for them to aspire to be a magician. That's why I want to see the single triumph in an unconsolidated way so that it can be seen in other countries.

But seeing no more disrespect for those who have made such magical wisdom, there is an outrage around them.

What Noir did is close to a maximum sentence if you think only of your identity without being a colleague. Of course, if Ars is an Alpha magician, though.

Even so, from those who do not know an individual named Ars, this is not a very good thing. Loki sticking a knife to her neck is the most obvious course of action. Originally, the students had to go in and stop them, but the line was already easily crossed so that they could skip.

Enough to give the students the urge to get away from this place. Still no one tries to walk away. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that takes the state of being stunned by unimaginable circumstances.

Of course, from what I know more about an individual named Ars than anyone else, a different word emerges again.

"Nowa, you cause problems again!!

The odd side of Tesfir about being angry while sighing confirms that this is not the first time these troubles have happened.

"Look, Nowa. You're gonna bother Senior Ferri again."

Also, if the word pops out of Alice, I can somehow guess.

The way Alice scolded me was so sweet that I could say it was pretty. No, I don't know if Alice is really mad.

I guess it was much easier in the sense of the urgency of the situation by these two. It's like a junior classmate did.

Noir looks down lightly at Tesfir and Alice, such upper classmates, and says, "Good mood, seniors." No matter, its fingertips, the feeling that leads to your fingertips remains unchanged, sharpening your nerves more than your thoughtless words.

There was no fine dust in the bare gesture to take hostility or countermeasures against Ars, even if the neck was accompanied by a blade. First of all, I can't - I don't want to kill him from the start.

All I get is the feeling that you're a pretty clumsy guy to show your face.

In fact, the noir is not equipped with greetings, courtesies or such general stereotypes. I guess that's true too. Because apart from Ars, who grew up mixed up with adults, she's only been educated about assassinations.

It's something that doesn't make sense if you go with people and even try to negotiate and chat from the noir that you don't love.

I guess it can only be expressed in actions that derive from killing, killing, killing, and those assumptions.

That's why it's possible for Ars to easily get out of the blade so he can grab something dangerous with his index finger and thumb finger.

"Oh! I can't get along. I wanted to dance in the frenzy again."

"It's going to be hard in college."

and overnight her request. Ars' finger was pointing to his neck. Yes, easily scratched, not pointing to Noir's neck.

There is a type of black chalker that wraps around perfectly like a collar. And the sides were embedded with plates of silver with geometric expressions.

Ars guessed at a glance what it was. And on this occasion, both Tesfir and Alice, and even Loki, understand what her choker means.

When it came to Loki, it was really just a decoration at first.

At first glance, that is certainly a decoration. However, it is not very preferable from what we know the meaning of the plate. Because it does mean a collar.

"You're pretty dampened by magic, aren't you?

I pointed my mouth at Ars' words as if Noir had fainted. The opportunity was lost because of this.

On the neck of the noir is camouflaged as a choker, but it is also a control device that suppresses personal magic. Worse yet, it's what magic criminals attach.

More than a certain amount of magic is released, and the magic configuration stage follows an advanced concurrent process, which automatically causes the controller to disrupt the magic itself.

I can set limits on magic releases and configurations, but given that I'm in college, the most advanced magic configurations would be subject to restrictions, even if I'm wrong.

In the first place, the magic used by Noir is basically a lot of contraindications that are not included in the whole story, as you can see in earlier fights. It should undoubtedly conflict with its lethality, even if it is not designated contraindicated.

The battle she wants is a madness feast that will kill her lightly if she makes a mistake. Noir feels stronger than anyone for momentary pleasure. That's the only way to feel raw.

That's all I know how to do.

Enhanced development projects common to Ars and Loki, as well as Noir. Obsession with raw, which should also be characteristic of those who grew up here - no, I try to know what it means to be alive if I compare it more simply. Try to find value in yourself.

Values that hundreds of magicians cannot reach first. More to the point, everyone pretends not to notice. They were unusually greedy for its value.

In that sense, the moment of realizing the raw of the noir is a shabby of madness, but what she's trying to say is somehow understandable to Ars as well. That's why she allowed herself to be targeted until she regained what she had lost.

But I'm not going out with her if she doesn't mean it. Besides, I wanted you to choose a location.

"Sir Socarento and the President of the Board were required to attach this as a condition....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Noir, who stood on the sickle and tipped his hair with his fingers, was in a good mood to open his mouth. But the circumstances that keep her from telling us what lies ahead remain attached to her neck.

One end stops the word, and Noir turns his gaze toward Ars kickingly straight down.

"Loki, I can kill enough of you."

"You should try. Dangerous molecules have never crossed the line to get rid of them early...... So, you never beat me in training, which mouth do you say? You don't know that you can give yourself up. The stupidity of having to abandon a once saved life. I'll tell you what, there won't be a second time."

"You're the one who brought up the old days just a little early."

"Pets with collars bark a lot"

I guess there's something about the two of us scattering sparks knowing each other's past but not giving in for it.

When it comes to the school year, Loki plays up for the first school year, but two people of the same age when it comes to age.

Immediately, there will be no transition to combat. Calmly analyze it and you'll see. You can't miss it for Loki, but it will definitely be an Ars nuisance if it actually becomes a fight.

One noir was also too powered to confront Loki as it stands. Not yet when cheap provocation pays off, unless the emotional dawn even crosses reason.

Fortunately, this exchange was a few years unknown to Noir - i.e., a word he uttered in order not to notice the overwhelming change in Loki played a part in cleaning things up.

"I'll always make you my pet if you want this...... oh yeah, I did. You were already a pet."

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Needless to say, Noir looks down with that sarcasm as it is, with a look like it was affixed to his face.

But Loki didn't show her intended reaction.

A strange time descends, under silver hair, red on her fair cheeks. The feverish face is pulled back by Noir's surprised gaze.

"Chi, no! No, not at all..."

"Huh."

Noir's eyes glow suspiciously at the sight of the upset.

I already started walking in defiance of Als' back and dived.

The impact naturally acts as a buffer as a characteristic of those who should have it.