Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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One, a lonely girl who makes you feel lonely. Strike yourself into the night breeze, endure and admonish.

Even the heated indoors since that day never cured the tremors of anxiety lurking deep.

Never before had I tasted this cold in my survival zone. The coolness that rubs the skin with a yasle is making the girl's body stronger.

So much so that there has been an alert within the College to cold and warming differences, and the seven countries that have become part of the outside world have to adapt to various environmental changes.

Girl - Fione was sitting on the bench alone in the dark. Hold your knees and put your chin on a chill between your knees.

The body cuts off cold, and the exhaled breath melts into darkness like the rest.

She was only for a moment conscious of the shadow of going to school, relieving herself of signs of going away. I wasn't really aware of it, but it still works (,,) at night.

Trees are planted at equal intervals between the College's premises, its vast school routes. It's like sewing a gap in the trees. Fione stares at the dim darkness with all his heart, and eventually lays down his face as the darkness tries to enter his heart.

Because the trees in the survival zone grew in relatively warm environments, leaves are confused by the cold wind.

I wanted to be alone, and I didn't want anyone to interfere with me. Reminded self-reproach is a foreign molecule in the college.

Even if everyone doesn't know the real deal, all the students in the college are equally powerful. I'm serious about being a magician with all my strength.

Is that what the night chi is making him do, Fione meditated his eyes gleefully with his face buried.

Then I...

Let him shake his face weakly, but I guess that's who he wants to deny, far from the fact. That Fione became more aware of than anyone else, than Ars.

He said that with all his strength, he would surely be a fine magician without any compromise.

But it wasn't, actually. Speaking of what I did, I went all the way around and a pile of barren hair. No one praises me. "You did your best," he who knows everything wouldn't say, even if his mouth was torn.

'Cause it's not all I could do from the start. Because it is tantamount to an act of ridicule.

polishing something other than your own lineage, maybe this much farce is not so in this school building. I think Fione makes it himself...... he says it's ridiculous.

"... haha"

A dry mockery fell from his throat with grief.

Hungry for captive affection, I want you to acknowledge it and the result of my efforts is like this. There was no way anyone could have admitted it - not even my parents.

The thin spitting mockery remained in my ear forever.

Still, Fione wanted to be alone in such a cold sky, but he didn't come here for it. Because I craved one answer to the invisible stupidity of the exit.

Maybe I should have asked Ars directly, the one who enlightened her, but then it must be grand. Nothing changes, you can't be anyone - not even yourself.

So...

"Here he comes!

The crisp unnatural leaf rubbing sounds and Fione pours his gaze into the darkness.

The signs of gradual approaching made me think of a whimsical breeze. As darkness descended, as it made shadows, beings blending into creepy blacks were leading with the wind.

"Wait Noir!!

The wind goes bare next to Fione, who rises up well and opens his hands and puts them through - leaving only the shadows behind.

"Heh, I see it well."

Lightly descending behind Fione, Noir was cleverly on the back of the bench.

"You're going back to the girls' dorm. Why don't you come home with me?

Fearful looking back, Fione squeezed out not to be pressured by the look of that grumpy noir. Fantastic hair danced moonlight, while her face seemed to contain some frustration as well.

It must be as cold water showering the emotions that were exalting, but it is pointing a cold cut eye at Fione.

Fione knows that Noir is out of college from time to time, and even if she isn't, she leaves class from time to time. It was also evident from the attitude of faculty and dorm managers that they weren't really skipping. Noir is partially exempt from that evidence.

It's not a good time to come back, but Noir seems to care about the curfew on the girls' dorm relatively.

Fione had also witnessed the passage through here by chance.

That's why I was expecting you to go through with it if you put it up. Time was running out, but we couldn't miss the opportunity. Because the time to think is boring is concluded as self-blame.

"It doesn't matter. Just..."

Noir squeaks his hand rather with something like a thinly rocking stick hanging on his shoulder.

"I hate you so much... I'm upset, so don't speak up"

"- Huh!?

Noir's eyes looking down reflected disgust, and his mouth smiled slightly.

Undressed things for teeth, honest personality for better or worse - no, I guess it should be called nature.

That's why Fione needs to have a dialogue with her.

Take a big, deep breath once, take in enough cold air to paralyze your whole body, and exhale with a trembling warm breath.

"That's not going to happen. I need to ask you something... No, I need you to tell me something!

Whatever the stray, the light of courage that lights behind its eyes shines in the dark night. It was as small and weak as a line light, and still did have a light to light there.

Noir, narrowed his eyes, looked down on heaven depressingly only once, and...

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like a stick wrapped around a thin wax. It rested on Fione's neck as it slipped. The stick that was removed turns into a sickle and stops perfectly behind his neck with the blade of the great Three Suns and Moons.

"Then you should choose the words. If it hurts my feelings... I'll eat it."

Noir licked his lips with a glossy tongue.

"Hi-!"

Fione, who rang his throat, saw the red color attached to that sickle blade. An unusual smell of iron that seems dry but can certainly be felt even in the dark.

"When you mow it well, you can put three necks on this sickle."

It's like asking you to look at the achievements. Noir lets you pull the sickle slightly.

The scent of blood actually transferred onto the blade gives a terrible gut rejection. It was as if my body was rejecting it if I didn't accept it.

"Did you kill people?

"Gusn...... hick...... hik......"

The trick to wipe her eyes made Fione think it wasn't her intention. It was an accident, and I had no choice, and no one wanted to kill me, but that's what I seemed to be saying.

But...

"Ahaha... just a little, just a little... aha, but I don't remember going from ten, haha"

Out of the way the noir is not evil, and I count the number of people I've killed by breaking my finger, but in the end it didn't seem like ten was enough.

"It's necessary, isn't it?"

…………

The word of denial did not come out of the noir.

The country, in extension, can't possibly have such a scandal within this college managed by the military. She can't kill around indiscriminately at the point of getting to know Ars.

I can only tell because I'm beside you as a nominee for noir. That she has something to do with the military.

"That's what you do."

"............ is that it?

"Yeah......"

Fione was relieved at the center. And the sickle that still sticks perfectly on the back of his neck was no longer just a little scary.

In fact, Noir dared to slip his mouth to threaten him. Fione, for better or worse, is opposite to the noir, which makes her feel like she's looking in the mirror again. Like a mirror in the upside down.