Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

It was Fione who spewed a fine scream.

The fear that came up from the back of my throat rather than my voice spewed out for a moment.

Perhaps she could only recognize the series of actions of Ars played out in front of her to the extent that something crossed.

The cold wind that came late made her think so, too.

I immediately try to rush over to the main place, but such a girl's hand was pulled in the opposite direction of travel.

"Oh, man."

"Senior Alice..."

Looking back with anxious gaze, Alice had the same look as usual. The laid-back, gentle look is not smiling. It was nevertheless as if to remove the anxiety of the beholder.

After I saw it, I couldn't imagine where to wave Alice forcefully.

"It's okay, believe me, I'm telling you. Al has a personality that doesn't take up any extra time. But I'm sure you won't waste your time purposefully. For Fione and the others."

That's right, Fione thought. It is strange in and of itself to devote time to others in red who are not even first place without it. Not to mention that's the junior classmate, of the magical path, which is also unnatural if you're a chick who just stood at the starting point and lost her mind.

So I think, it was the main one who did the provocation.

I was lucky enough to buy that first place, that's all.

So I felt like this was different from the kind of handwriting Alice said.

The main blown up without even being able to take the reception, still got up quickly thanks to the substitution system. There is a red muscle in its mouth that indicates that it was more powerful than it was when it was beaten earlier.

"Blood...!?

Fione with his mouth reflexively.

I just hit him. Fist wrapped around magic is not inherently just a sign of great change in blow and power.

So, it's just that if it was a blow that wouldn't even wrap up magic, you'd be definitely knocking it out in one shot right now. At a time when the main one could thus rise, its palm beating should clearly have been through magic.

"After all, what's wrong with you? That one..."

Fione saw how the main wound was and was unconsciously spitting it out. I didn't need AWR from the start. Such things are a waste of even the magic they consume, even if they need to be unplugged by their junior classmates.

"This is so wrong," she couldn't squeeze out the courage to step out of her mouth or to go into a stop. Waving Alice's hand off Fione now will never come true. On the contrary, I was somewhere wanting to believe Alice's dialogue.

Seeing such a girl, Alice even drew herself to her body so that she wouldn't let go of some dangerous child. I hurt my leg in the training, but it's easy to put up with it.

I used to hold him, put my hand on his head, and stroke him around. But now, the intention to detain her dominates.

Because this is something that junior classmates don't understand. What Ars is trying to do is very different from the guidance he sees with his eyes and feels in his skin. It's not simply good magic or training for melee combat.

So it was also something that only Alice and Tesfir could understand, who felt it in their bones.

To tell the truth, I was terribly scared. Of course, sometimes it's because that's Ars. I usually know. It looked horrible like he turned into a leopard. But it's the first time they've noticed me since I finished trying.

He said he was trying to lead me to the same place as himself. So I could understand so much to Alice now that I didn't like what he was seeing. At the same time, I was happy to finally open my heart.

It's hard to explain it well to them who don't know anything about it.

But now Ars is trying to make up for what we lack in teaching our junior classmates. The price of teaching only technology and the upper realm is not enough, if only for Ars.

I should have been aware that neither Tesfir nor Alice was enough because they gave me direct guidance.

Even so, I didn't actually communicate it well to them, and I hesitated to teach them reality. Because it can also change values.

Especially this time the freshman has not taken extracurricular classes in the outside world.

So at least Alice didn't think Fione should be allowed to give her a hand until after this instruction. Maybe that was an atonement for something I couldn't tell them.

Alice also didn't realize that at some point she was stronger than she needed to hold Fione.

"Not at all. Should I have let you pass out?"

"Ha-ha-ha... Loki, that's just it"

"'Cause I was supposed to have you watch the training, wasn't I?

"Well, you've trained a lot in the outside world, haven't you?

"Yes, but I'm mainly a demon opponent, and there are still some things I can only get out on the training ground!

Alice in a dry reply to such Loki. Even the exchange between the two of them didn't even hear about the girl imprisoned in the armpit.

Loki, darkening the shade of discouragement, returns her gaze to Ars as she gave up.

- Do you say you like things, or are you calling them whimsical... no, that was just a favor. Could that be as a man, huh?

Yes, Loki, questioned in her chest, realized she had such a preference for Ars. Knowing it is now.

Then I felt my little jealousy hurt in the back of my chest comfortably.

That's not true of being deprived of time or deliberately unwrapping it to a junior classmate you don't even know well.

Because even Loki could read the emotions held, admired, by the boy who was called the main one - even beyond that point. Besides, Ars noticed, maybe he baked you a favor.

If you think about it that way, one or two of the jealousies, nothing strange about following in Loki.

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The main thing that was blown up and just got up.

He remained conscious in the momentum, resisted shock and finally did not let go of AWR.

Did you feel uncomfortable with your mouth, wiping it with your sleeve once, glancing at your own blood you had transferred. Still, the main thing is to firmly regain the sword and rebuild it with firm will.

- Have you lost your hand a little too much?

Though the lowest value, Ars had to focus on adding and subtracting magic rather than magic. Although it is also unwrought, it was necessary to determine the degree of substitution with a slightly different technology.

And once again, I see a magician chick named Main.

- Nevertheless, there is no disturbance in magic even then. Will the flow be the same?

Because the Tesfirs taught, the magic grant itself seemed somewhat better than they did at the time. I guess that's the only quality- an ignorant boy who knows nothing, but therefore can stand on the passing line as a magician.

Magic is submissive to a mind that does not yield to anyone, just as Tesfir was.

Still.

- Nice place. Five digits.

The bodily stirrups called the main ones, the flux of magic, and the order in which they are comprehensively guessed from them. Honestly, I can't tell even just about any more Ars. It's no wonder they say it's six digits long.

Together, from the Ars, none of them can be distinguished from the four digits.

Slightly, the fluttering main foothold took a step forward, while at the same time turning into a force to run forwards.

The sword waved down in a straight line, not unexpectedly, trying to shoulder it wide.

A blow all over you.

A knife with all that power poured into it.

――――

Als' back of the hand, which he didn't even look directly at, was bounced off as if he were paying for even a small one.

If you only see how Ars works, you just snapped your wrist as if you'd even knock. Yet the sword of all force that the main shook down was played at right angles so that it would be pulled.