Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Felinera spoke happily of herself being impotent and able to be impotent.

But the hand to carry the fudge of tea descends powerlessly. Ars thought it was uncommon for her to show a shred.

Behavior as a lady should be sophisticated, and you should not be able to perceive her masterfully concealed feelings to the extent of Ars.

Well, maybe that's a loose end to show only in front of Ars.

Either way, Ars knew the battlefield where she was unscrupulous and had a great deal to consider. Ars touches the core of the anxious Felinella.

"I've heard rumors about Brigadier General Teresa, too."

"-!! Aah!... Is that right... I don't know. I don't think of my people as buddies, and killing them in front of me doesn't move one eyebrow... no..."

Ferrinella flashes back to the battlefield. I leave the momentum to my mouth without even thinking deeply about the anger that springs up in an instant.

She weakened her tone on the butt blur.

I couldn't help but ask, "Is that... a battle between humans?" Felinella's Goto was an attempt to embrace reality, craving conclusions to say apart from her desire to reject because she understood her immaturity.

The clash with the Hydrange Army was inevitable, but the other magician didn't know everything. We just followed Orneus' orders, which replaced him, without knowing what we were involved in.

The fiercely fierce battlefield, unlike the outside world, produced nothing but useless misery. The smell of blood that's going to cough you up, the magic residue scattered through the darkness, it mixes up and you don't even realize where you're standing.

No matter how much trouble you have, it's not the answer. But if you distinguish it from something like that from the beginning, it should probably fit better in you.

Unlike fighting demons, I guess the way Teresa fights is a tactic to fulfill the wishes of your country and loyal men. Ars felt like he'd heard the bitterness of words that would spit out Felinella's poison.

Ferrinella wanted to ask because it's Ars who's been dealing with humans as a job behind them. I didn't want to be enlightened if I could, but I had a feeling she could overcome her misery if he were to say yes.

He says he's the one who's wrong, and the right one is the world today.

You can't accomplish anything at a critical time even if you always set out your ideals. So Ferrinella looked straight into Ars' eyes as if to confirm.

Next Association-led outside survey. How can Ferrinella, who was to be entrusted with a responsible position in its testing operations, escape this heavy responsibility?

I had no idea if killing my heart and saying off an order telling my men to die, like Teresa, was the real role.

The instructions above do not change more than whether the opponent is a demon or a human or an enemy.

Ferrinella's anxiety, where it was rooted, still seemed to be in the next external investigation. Across from her, Ars drops his gaze a little. I couldn't look straight back at you because I didn't have the answer.

I didn't succeed in anything enough to give you advice. Troops are always the ones with the greatest and eternal challenges.

Whether you are Commander of Hundred Wars Smelting or not, you are constantly suffering similar to Felinella. That's something I can tell Ars. That's why Ars always stood alone in a place called the outside world.

In a cruel way, the one who dies dies. I guess there's only some difference, not just in the outside world, between early or late. However, this is one measure that sees itself as a rare example of Ars, which is not even common.

"I can't relieve Ferri's troubles. Sorry."

"... no"

He leans down, smiles to the fullest, "I've heard weird things too," Ars closes slightly after turning a distant eye to Felinera, who can apologize.

I'm sure the order was the opposite. She is undoubtedly a delicacy that can lead a large number of magicians. So we have to start by laying down our experiences in the outside world. That's how you soften your spirit. You'll notice someday - you'll notice.

Such are the commanders known to Ars. Als similarly fails over and over again, and next, and next, he keeps apologizing to the pile of corpses. That's what it is. A good commander today can do that, I refer to those who have crawled up a pile of corpses.

It's just routine, maybe that's not common again. I'm just saying it's a strong trend.

Put the tea down and Ars slowly stood up. I guess it doesn't matter what time it is already. Ars calmed down next to Ferrinella as he went around pinching the table.

They may read my face across the street. Such a hunched concern caused Ars to do so.

Ferrinella, who shifts her butt just a little, can only read one side of the arse at the edge of her eyes as she peeks sideways.

"Ferri, I might say irresponsible. I'm so clumsy, I don't really need to take it."

"... Yes"

Ars evokes memories that he doesn't even want to remember because he's bent forward - memories that he admonished. Feel like it's necessary right now.

"Back in the day, when I was in the troops. Lost a lot of company. Not particularly rare, but at least he cared about me and slept with me in the same room. You were rumored in part to be an elite unit, because the mission was 100% accomplished. I noticed later, but I'm pretty sure it was a unit that was collected for me. I wonder why the troops are so busy."

Raising his cheeks funny, Ars makes a slightly dry grin appear on the couch across the street from no-one else.

"That's why I was desperate to work for the troops, too. I did not complain about collaboration or orders, but followed them as they were told. They were noisy, depressing people... but I guess I enjoyed doing this"

Old-fashioned memories spoken on the side. Felinella was remembering the story. Because she was listening, too. It was in a special demonic attack unit led by my father, the Visaist. And Felinera darkens her expression by prefetching the conclusions to be reached soon.

Just listening seemed to supplement what Ars thought and felt at the time. He discloses knowing that decorating the miserable upside just a little doesn't make any difference.

"I thought that was the right thing to do, too. But you did the right thing, so it's not like you can protect someone. That correctness was only correctness in the army. So I failed."

My throat is about to get clogged, but Felinella doesn't have the means to stop the words she pulled out now. Failure consisted in the near-total annihilation of troops at the time.

I shook my throat and Felinella said, "Enough, enough," all I could do was spit it out in my chest, leaning against the shoulders of Cotton and Ars, so it was the best I could do.

Put your head on your shoulders and your untransmitted thoughts on with your anxiety. Ferrinella leaned against Ars' shoulder to pour thoughts out of the ground that could not be voiced.

Still, Ars never shut his mouth.

Because now I needed to tell her the lesson I learned from choosing the wound.

"So you just have to decide for yourself. Army rules matter, but sometimes they strike in piles you can't wipe for life. If you're uncomfortable with Brigadier General Teresa's way of fighting, Ferri just has to make another choice. That's not the best time to produce the best results. So just worry about it, and make your own decisions. Not without me."

Slowly narrowing his eyes to masturbate, Ars lowers his gaze as he does. Ferrinella's head on her right shoulder. Ars lifted her left arm and gently stroked around her forehead.

"Yes."

"I'm going to take Fia and Alice out to the outside world again next time. So I feel the same anxiety as Ferri."

"Mr. Ars, too?

"All this is something that won't heal for the rest of my life. I'm going to pay close attention, but there's never going to be. So maybe at the end of the day it's something that can be entrusted to you individually. The responsibility of the captain is to the extent of his previous judgment, and in approximate cases, the judgment of the individual still prevails. I think that's a good idea. We're human beings, and we won't be as divided as demons."

From experience, Ars speaks like a beautiful thing. I still think the troopers scattered just to get Ars away in the outside world are stupid, but still wouldn't have been able to stop them or anything. No one moved by order, because they entrusted their lives on their own.

"I guess Brigadier General Teresa also has a creed, though. I also hear the Brigadier General has circumstances that do not resemble his status. You think you've been neglected up there and treated like a troublemaker? That's why there are so many men beneath her who respect her."

The identity of a magician trying to pierce the core gathered at her. Teresa is the home of the magician who lost his place.

"Is Mr. Ars buying Brigadier General?

"No way, he's hardly even familiar. But from what I've heard, the fight that Ferri accompanied would have been lost if it wasn't for her."

"Yes...... that, I think too"

Ferrinella was dissatisfied with the way it was done itself, but it was definitely only with Teresa that she was victorious over an enemy that was more than double. And with all her strength, one word invites her own magician to madness. With one or more enemies on the road, the troops led by Teresa even seemed like no one wanted to return alive from the edge like that.

Even Ferrinella couldn't tell if that was right. It even seemed impossible for Teresa to win on such a fierce battlefield. So my heart shakes.

Even though it was an uninterrupted conversation, the interior oddly had an idle and calm atmosphere. Not because of the tea, not because of the bath. Because Ars was beside him, now even Felinella felt the peace of Ning Ro without the highs of her chest.

Comfortable to weaken.

"But since Ferri is back safely, I have no complaints about Brigadier General Teresa's way. I didn't wrong the life I was supposed to help."

Ferrinella leans back and closes her eyelids to avoid responding to the pop-dyed cheeks.

"Don't get lost in what you can say from me, that's all. Nobody knows the future. Just follow the path you believe in. I can only say this, but Ferri will be fine."

"Yes... do what I can..."

The slowly spinning voice lowers Ferrinella's eyes. The accumulated insomnia was quietly inviting her to sleep.

"Oh, tell me if there's anything I can do."

Ars thanked her for fighting with her life at stake.

Then, between the dream and the narrow of the present, Ferrinella uttered a sweet voice. I guess that was just half attacked by a sleeper and unconsciously mouthed a hard, thin, blurry layer of consciousness.

So now the most greedy words she ever wanted were spun.

"Then a little more... just a little more like this... let me"

It's cheap.

Keeping her head on her shoulder, Ferrinella quickly put up a small sleep. I guess I haven't slept in a long time, taking her to a deep sleep as if the neighborhood under my eyes were forcing her to rest.

In the meantime, Ars just kept lending her shoulders with his support. After waiting for her consciousness to rest at its deepest depths, Ars gently carries Ferrinella to bed.

Depending on what you see, should you say, or should you say, as you see it? Either way, I feel light as a feather. Is that because she is so grumpy now, or is her sleeping face as restful as cotton wool again, in any case, Ars lightly carried Felinella into bed?

Hanging a futon, he emptied the cooling tea, then turned off the lights in the room and Ars left the room behind.