Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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The three main, Fione and Schult who visited the training ground and witnessed the training carried out by Ars. But Schult had left him alone on the horse from the main turbulent atmosphere.

Naturally also to watch the game.

Normally, if it was always, the audience seats in this training ground would be disrupted by freshman noise. That's the silence that hit the water now.

Perhaps the breathlessly quiet is not very different from the noise for Schult.

They should be burning their # 1 training to the eye before Schult arrives. Be happier, you seem lucky, and a similar vice filled his chest.

That being the case, the number of students on the spectator table was even decreasing each time the time progressed in seconds.

- Well, this guy's always a fool. I'm retarded and I even learn to be impressed. Whatever the active magician may be. That's supposed to be the right answer.

Students descend into a subdued mood apart from Schult going up the stairs.

Schult thinks with a cold eye for a different student.

What should I set an example as a magician? It's not the faculty who are in this college, because they survive in the outside world for years, and their skill in what works.

I don't know why I'm not aware that what I get from that frontier is immeasurable and even dictates my destiny.

Besides, when it comes to first place, it's in a way the best example to be apprenticed.

It was within the assumption that the ideal magician of his own thought was fiction. Schult felt that was why he had to burn what should be his own eyes.

I've been on the inside for a long time. I've been swelling my doubts about what I know about magicians, yes. I wonder if that really is a magician.

At one end of the spectrum is the Magic Goodwill Games of the Seven Kingdoms. I can recall so vividly that I think the obvious heterogeneity is still carved into the retina. That's all polished technology to survive doesn't stop attracting people.

At a glance I intuitively felt that I needed that technology, that power, that unbelievably dry heart...

And here, too, is a stepping stone.

Schult walks slowly down the audience seat, almost without students, to the person of interest.

Not that it's a front seat, but for some reason a girl sitting shallow in the fourth row of chairs from the front, leaning against the front seat and with a cheek wand. The habitual pearl-colored hair had covered one side of his tilted face because of his cheekstick.

My mouth is peeking out of the gap in my wavy hair.

The look on her face that Schult finds out always seems boring and always explores if it doesn't lift her boredom, or two crazy, twitchy grins like a bow that she saw a few days ago, pulled strings so tight.

"Hello, Mr. Noir."

"... I don't want to die on my own."

"What?"

Without a glance at this one, Noir lifts one hand and points at Schult as he pleases. Its fingers are shaken loosely, attracting nature and Schult's gaze at its fingertips.

Noir's slender fingers then deviated only slightly as if to induce them.

Fished and Schult's gaze also stopped in front of the fifth row.

"- Whoa!!

There stood a great sickle to be aware of, accompanied by a long blade tip right in front of Schult from the fifth to the fourth row.

I wish I had moved forward in the second half, that sharp blade tip could have been torn hanging from my jaw to my neck.

- Since when! I should overlook something like this......

First, scratch not to touch "Good next door?" The palpitations, which still did not fit, emitted by choosing the terminal words.

"... of the Three Fools... of the Miscellaneous Fish... Was that anything but the Miscellaneous Fish?

"From you, they're all mutton fish."

Having managed to withstand the ramblings, Schult only cleverly draws his cheeks in silence. Most of all, Noir moved only his mouth and his eyes kept his hot gaze on one of the people on the training field. So I guess you don't expect a response or anything from the edge.

"Do you always carry AWR with you?

"... Come on, what do you think? I don't want to die on my own like you."

"No, I'm not dead!

If it hadn't been for her warnings to say the strengths, she could certainly have died uninhabited. Even at such a risk, Schult was feeling responsive to what was being a conversation.

Of course, there were probably limits to the problems she could raise in the college from the conversation between Ars and Noir, and the constraints were firmly in her ears. Apparently that is correct.

Steal a chillari and a choker attached to his neck. Even though I knew that was the magic control device, her physical abilities alone probably won't let Schult out of her hands or feet. A correct analysis would have an unlimited chance of winning.

Schult, who sits with one seat open, looks at the side of the noir with chills.

"I thought you were off today, but you weren't"

"I've been chatting for a long time......... today, yeah, I just came to college, but it seems like a really good time"

The mouth of the noir, which speaks as if it were trembling, was more open than usual.

Again, there are too many places I can't grasp a person named Noir, Schult felt again. Occasionally I don't seem to visit the college, and if I think I'm sick, I sometimes show my face within the day. Maybe it's a cheat break, but I'm bored every day. I was curious to know if there was anything that would move her forefinger.

"Looks like it."

Schult had a viscous sense of compression on his skin, even though he was opening one minute's seat with Noir. Gokuri rang his throat. That's because only this area felt unusually heavy on the air earlier.

The cause can't be anything but the girl next door.

It was as if the magic was rippling in response to heightened emotions. The height when Loki blew the main was scattered so intense pressure all around him that he couldn't even call it magic.

But the magic that could be taken as intimidating and belligerent was beautifully fogged after a moment.

Schult's gaze looked with pity at what was now just the second time the main blown away.

But the attention is naturally not on the main, but on Ars who blew him away.

"Fast!! Is that for real... or is he dead?"

"It's boring."

"What!"

A voice overflowed with potpourries from the mouth of the noir that felt as if it were so much of a temperature difference at the opposite pole.

Schult's presumption that she wants to play against the Ars is no doubt. She might even intrude right now, as much as I expected.

So this word went diagonally up Schult's expectations.

Noir stretches out his body with his hands raised wide like a wake-up call. Heso stretched out into an ellipse from his jacket that could be rolled in front of Schult's eyes flickered.

"Mm-hmm... ha."

Speaking out a prolonged voice that chewed the absences to death, Noir pointed only his face at the training ground as if he were frightened.

And when I saw the skin exposed without any shame in front of me, Schult also used the training ground as an escape route for his eyes at the same time.

"Am I insane to you that it's serious? And I'll give it back to you. It's just a farce, so it's boring, and it doesn't hurt."

"What are you saying?"

Jumping over a step of the seat in a light step to the fifth step, Noir took the Great Sickle past Schult's head.

"Shall I teach you something good for the vivid mutton fish?"

Empty eyes that don't match niggardly and abusive mouths are as if he's not looking at him or something, although the focus is on Schult - with those eyes.

"Miscellaneous fish on that spot take advantage of this to get one head out. Because that's what it is. I know you're going to look at it as a mutton fish and mimic it, but there's only one thing you can tell by standing over there...... whoops, hey that face"

Schult, whose intentions were easily discerned, was turning his face bright red. It seems as if shame and anger have pushed at the same time. Only in my heart was I always going to search for the best. It's the outside that manages the cool image, but the inside of my chest was always looking for what I could get.

That sounded like a derogatory word for it to be naive.

Schult rises reflexively and looks up at the noir.

"How can you say that I will be pulled out by him!! The main ranking is lower than the rest of the year. Compared to that, I'm... superior, its opening is not even a digit."

For a moment, the words I left to momentum seemed to speak with the first place in the school, but the girl in front of me reconsiders because of her higher ranking. Still, I can't just see it being pulled out by the main thing Noir said.

"Oh yeah. It was a silence."

"... hmm"

"It's easy to understand in this way... you'll die quicker than that mutton over there"

Schult couldn't say anything back with a distorted look on his face.

Correctly, I guess Noir's face wasn't directed at him. When Fione's voice arrived from behind him, Noir's face seemed like a normal student - more importantly, it represented a truly human frustration on a full face.

"I'm upset."

"... hey, wait... Ugh!?

Noir's gaze was toward the training ground, behind Schult.

Immediately, Noir, who cut his gaze and let the Great Sickle wave lightly, walked out with his back turned. And neglectfully the Great Sickle disappeared from Schult's sight. That's what disappeared like a mist.

If you were aware, there were only enough students left in the gallery to count, including Schult.

Standing up, Schult continued to look at Noir's back, walking slowly. It's like she missed me if I strayed here. But that sneaky back only scratched Schult's emotions.

- Damn it! What the hell.

Return your gaze to the training field once to calm down. That voice is Fione. This is the first time she's been angry, but you can't be wrong to ask.

- If what Noir said is true, so is Fione...

Without realizing the rising sense of impatience, Schult concentrates his entire nerve to discern its convolutional flow.