Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

It was dark there. Cold water that pierces your whole body looks at your temperature. Take it away. I don't know how deep it sank in the water, and above all, it doesn't even feel up or down.

She didn't know which way to swim or which was the water.

Still, I never panicked, I guess, because "death" is the only way to wait if you don't move more than the impact you get slapped on the water.

Most importantly, now in the water, Tesfir's hand was not grabbing him, who should have fallen with him, and he was in a hurry about it.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Having managed to rely on the moonlight to get out onto the water, Tesfir breathes quickly and heavily, turning back to that darkness again. With his face near a waterfall pot with massive foggy splashes, Tesfir could not find his - Ars.

And in the dark, Tesfir dives even. A cold feeling that springs up in the core of your mind and body that attacks you over time. Still in the dark clouds. She kept looking.

Tesfir's vision, which opens her thin eyes and searches desperately, could not be said to be the role that her eyes play. That's because it's dark with eyes open or closed, and there's no difference in the color you see.

But when Fu and Tesfir closed their eyes, it did appear. There was a contradiction that it looked closed.

Deep water bottom created by falling water. The enormous amount of water accumulated there.

A vibrant mixture of light in its waters meets the sensation of sinking into the sea of stars. This time it was so hard to tell if I was opening my eyes or even closing them.

Diverse grains of light can be felt covering a strip. That was undoubtedly nothing more than the running of Ars' magic. If you turn your face to the source, it emits a strong light that was sinking to the bottom of the water.

Tesfir, who swept up from the bottom of the water, takes him straight to the riverside. I go up first and pull my water sucked clothes and pull up Ars.

"Al, Al!!

I put my ear on my chest and confirmed my breath, shortly afterwards, Ars spit out the water and looked as if he had opened his eyes with a thin expression of agony.

But that intermittent consciousness draws him deeper again.

"How do I......!?

Along this river, where the moonlight plunges so hard, Tesfir looks around with a crying face. Now, if the demons attacked me, they would surely eat me.

Most importantly, Ars and Tesfir are wet in this cold sky right now. Even if the demons don't eat me. Any of them......

It was a certain unusual sight that grabbed the gaze of Tesfir, who desperately rotated his head. Tesfir raises his jaw to be guided and follows the odd lights.

The light source is not the moon.

At the top of the mountains, high above the horizon you can see earlier, with the flaming lights, it seemed that there was such a dense collection of magic that even the space seemed distorted. As if it were in itself the magic of Ars seen earlier in the water, emitting light.

"Hey, what..." An unconscious reaction to the strange phenomenon of potpourri and zero falls.

However, I guessed that was not a very good thing because I felt it was like a trait that this place called the outside world had. This is the second world, the outside world, where intelligence is out of reach.

Tesfir turned Ars' arm on his shoulder with a small body and walked slowly away into the trees. Modulation of Ars was also evident from her eyes.

Now we have to find a place to rest as soon as possible.

After a while.

The sound of a patchy and dead tree burning was ringing small at the place. Oddly enough, there was a rock wall smudge that Ars was putting up as a resting place and a candidate. Just listed as a candidate on the map. There's only room for two, at best, unlike in fact. This area had rock walls collapsed or large rocks cluttered with poor vision, and wet fallen leaves and dressed pebbles were laid underfoot.

Tesfir held Ars and asked for a place to rest in the back to sew the gap.

On arrival, a robe that would have been feather-woven at the entrance is briefly stopped, either to outpace the breeze that blows.

Tesfir turned to Ars lying next to her in a narrow space as she rattled her teeth into the cold. The wet clothes are hung on dry objects assembled with branches to dry or hooked on the protruding rock skin on the walls.

Now Tesfir was in rugged camisole and underwear. But Ars woke up once around the fire magically, and when his breath constantly exhaled, "Don't do anything, it'll fit right in," he closed his lid to sleep.

Would it have warmed up somewhat? Confused Tesfir tried to get his lips involved and bit.

"I've just been helped..."

Tesfir uttered a small, self-blaming voice as she lay on her face with her knees. Shortly after arriving here, while she was also horrified by the crushing of her back, she immediately sprinkled magic crystals outside and tried not to leave any trace of magic behind. At that time, they also picked up dead trees for incineration.

"Al!" he said reflexively because he heard Ars groan. Sounds like a bitter voice leaking out of your trembling throat.

Peeping to cover, Tesfir put Ars' condition back in sight. The tip of his hand was directed towards his body, holding him back so that he could indulge in something.

I rolled my clothes and saw what Tesfir saw......

"The blood hasn't stopped!? And your body's cold!

He said not to worry, but whatever it was, it was nothing more than an anomaly.

If you take off your clothes immediately, the countless wounds that run on your body are painfully running. I guess it was also to hide this that blocked Tesfir's hand from trying to take it off.

It was far-fetched. Also, Tesfir grips hard at the clothes he eats up his teeth and makes him take them off. In all this malaise, the Ars who protected me can't be intact - it can't be okay. The number one magician is one person. No matter how transcendental the power, its body is indisputably a man's.

Tesfir drifts over the lying Ars, as he asks.

"Why... you won't tell me"

Pottery and his own impudence wet Tesfir's eyes. She doesn't always know what Ars thinks about you trying to make her worry.

Shortly after, Tesfir looks up and wipes her eyes forcefully.

You have to think about it. Yeah, there's no way Ars can tell us anything. That's only sweet.

So Tesfir thinks about what he can do now. No, after figuring out what to do anymore, I wasn't lost on her. The action from there held a determination not to make me feel hesitant or anxious.

"I can. I have to!

Warm your hands. Tesphere removes needles and threads for sutures from the soles of your shoes. Wipe Ars wound with undressed clothes.

- Al may have fought alone. Still, this time I'm here as a unit - a team. That's what Al said. That's what Al taught me...

When the sensation of the burly hand also returned, Tesfir needled through the broken wounds of Ars, never one by one, exhaling white breath.

Each time, Tesfir desperately holds onto her unconscious body.

How long has it been since Tesfir, carefully treated one by one, has just completed the last wound procedure. Soon there was a sweat on her forehead and a breath of cheeky relief exhaled.

"Blood stopped, and I'm probably fine"

Tesfir laid her hands on a paragraph and the chest plate of Ars.

but -.

"Shh!! Why are you so cold!?

Yes, Ars' body temperature was unusually low and he was as cold as a rocky skin exposed to the wind.

Pinch Ars' face with both hands, but still lose your blood. It remains blue and white.

"The fire!" Looking back, there is no sign that the flames of the burning have weakened, and the dead trees I have picked up have been burned enough.

Standing up, Tesfir holds her forehead and leans down and thinks. What should I do at a time like this? A bitter look on the wrinkles that stopped between my eyebrows.

But no matter how much you think, there's no such thing as a good way out. No, I guess it's not the status quo, such as a good way. I can't do anything within my limited tools, and I don't have that knowledge. I figured that out. We would still have had the means if we had gotten under Loki. That's an unfulfilled wish, too.

Then Tesfir looked down anxiously at Ars' face.

"Help me scatter. Because I will not allow that...... I will never, ever let you die!

Grabbing with both hands crossing the hem of the camisole, the momentum is good. Tesfir takes off, then turns his arms back and also hands on his underwear. I don't wear as much extra stuff as possible to warm it up a little faster. And when he wove the large robe of Ars that was hanging, Tesfir covered him to envelop him with a robe.

Overlay skin and share body temperature.

Tesfir snuggled his skin in order to warm Ars' body all over his body. Does a small pulsating heart sound belong to Tesfir or Ars......

Overlaying its cold body in one, Tesfir lay his own hand on Ars' hand and squeezed it.