Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"And what do you say about the magician situation yesterday, you've been treated much better, haven't you? No mercenary-disputed magician like me can be hired officially. When it comes to thinking too much about what's behind it, I guess it's thinking. Once you get yourself killed by a mercenary, it's something you can't get out of inside. It's a good idea not to go too deep to continue this operation without a wave of wind, but then you die prematurely."

Until now, no magician employed as a mercenary has done anything to surround any country. This is an implicit understanding. It is desirable that mercenaries, who will know little about their internal affairs, do not return to the army. Therefore, harsh requests are made with inaccurate information. The rewards paid to individuals indicate attractive digits above the numbers in order to collect mercenaries.

But the truth is, if you die, you won't be paid.

If you make a safe return, you will be promised a small reward. According to both the client and mercenary, it is difficult to say that the mercenary side is clean and clean. There's no military code. There was probably not much escape before the enemy. It is also certain that some of them were like bandits who attacked the troops accompanying them and stripped them of their clothes.

Naturally the category of mercenaries would also include the existence of [Klama], and it would also be true that each country had a bad image. It has been considered physically inconceivable for the military to use unorthodox magicians.

However, as I have made a number of requests, my name is often known. To stop the spill of inside information, the military will not welcome you as a regular magician, even if you hire them temporarily. It should have been decided implicitly between countries.

Those who reach the realm of vigilance, even mercenaries, can only count. Most of the time, it won't last two years. Do you die on the way or escape to a job that is not worthy of effort?

But it is also true that there is a decisive difference between what has been a business of mercenaries and regular magicians. An army that likes and uses frigid mercenaries is less trustworthy. In that sense, the establishment of associations can be a good indicator for incumbent mercenaries. I don't get the most asylum from the association, so I can't benefit greatly.

Still, the substantive task of the association is the march of magicians. It was no exaggeration to say that, if I said so, it was close to a mercenary and that the criteria for a clear system as a job were established by the establishment of an association.

The woman darkened her favorite grin and spread her arms wide as she walked.

"But it's to live, and this suits me. I have a lot of empathy with Master Ars in that regard. The useless one sees to death, the intrusive one gets rid of it early, it is the iron rule of mercenaries and common sense of the outside world. Humanity is not what is required there. It makes sense to die without strength."

Words more assertive than there can be any doubt. Rationality, justice is the survival strategy in the outside world that should be stuck without relying on it.

"Master Ars and we have similarities. Call me [Rosé] about me. I think you'd understand if you asked Mr. Ilyis. This neighborhood has a pretty good face. So what do you say we make a contribution at the end of the day?

Create a flip face with a bah. Put your hand on your hips and the other hand with a gesture leaning the glass against your mouth.

But the person who shows the trick was her - there was no intended person in front of Rosé.

Rosé, who likes to talk relatively much, is no longer seriously ill, even as much as she has been speaking aloud to herself for a long time.

Stiffen the empty glass to the mouth often.

It was the young magician with the dossier who was replacing Ars. No wrinkles are found in the military uniform, and the man turns around, suspicious of behavior, whether he is new or not.

I pointed to myself in horror when I made sure no one was there.

Uncomfortable with the reddening face, Rosé kneels in and covers her blushing face with both hands.

- Kaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shy enough to want to die, what is this!? You've been talking to yourself the whole time? You're lying!? Besides, they asked me, they saw me... Did they see me?

A glaring countermeasure runs through his head, and Rose puts her finger on the floor and circles around.

"Um ~ Mr. Rose, right? I don't mind if I come earlier today."

The young man, who has slapped Tonton and his shoulder with his fingers, smiles and agrees with Rosé's invitation as he mistakenly mistakes.

At that moment, the man had his body rising like cotton, making a blunt noise on the wall and being slapped.

He grabbed his neck with one hand and slammed it against the wall, holding it up easily. The foot moves away from the floor and up as the wall is pressed with cheats.

"Kaha!! Ugh......"

The fingers that devour the neck are infused with unimaginable force from the skinny rosé. He was about to be completely crushed through his airway, and the man was blowing bubbles out of his mouth and passed out.

"Don't flatter yourself. Oh, you're already losing your mind. Evidence Hidden."

When I let go of my hand from the man's neck, he falls sloppily with cheats. She peeled off her white eyes and seemed completely out of her mind.

When Rose breathes relief, she stands in the middle of the aisle as if to start over. I made a strong smile with my fingers up on both cheeks to fix a refreshing grin.

"Can Master Ars use this one?

I would recommend a room arranged for Ars to use as a men's dressing room, which can't even be there. Naturally there was no appearance of Ars there, so Rose walked out often thinking back into her posture and pretending to be unfamiliar.

"What is it? … there is no inconvenience, and stay."

I can somehow predict, but maybe I should be distracted there as a guide. Rose said she didn't see anything, and she decided to finish her part and never stopped walking - regardless, leaving the man lying down.

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Former troop room opened as an empty room.

Up to ten people there had a space to rest at their leisure. There is a spacious one room right in and a side grey carpet is laid. At the end was a stacked chair and a folding simple table.

Apart from that, there was a shelf that was hidden and would have been clutterfully packed.

I gave Loki and Ars the slightest impression that everything was missing from this room. All things are missing. I didn't see anything on this scene that made me feel alive or in the troop room.

At best it is about an ornamental plant that emits a good aroma, and if you look closely at it too, you can see that it is an artificial plant placed as one of the interiors.

The reassuring fragrance that the two of them sniffed off must have something to do with the sound of the punching of water. I can even hear the petite sound of walking barefoot over like tiles.

That was enough to speculate.

I guess Tesfir and Alice, who were guided earlier, are just taking a shower.

If I know that, Loki will be ready soon.

That said, it is ruined to take a shower because there is no replacement clothing. Because it's damaged enough to have to be thrown away.

"Mr. Tesphere, Mr. Alice. What do you do to change?

Loki opens the door that leads to the shower room a little and speaks up.

Then...

"I think you've got it right. I left a set over there."

"Loki, come quickly too. It feels so good."

"Really?"

The private type shower room was equipped with three on each side across the aisle in the center. There is a smoked glass door just in the position to hide the body, where a thin, naked silhouette floats.

Two bath towels were hooked to the hook side by side on the door in use.

When Loki finds a set of dresses immediately, she takes off her jacket on the spot and becomes a short camisole type piece of skin.

Shortly before entering the shower room, Tesfir and Alice's shoes were placed side by side, and Loki mimics them as well.

I was embarrassed so I decided to remove my underwear after entering the shower room. It assembles efficiently in the brain when using such a slightly discretionary shower room. Still because she's a woman, nature and her legs were busy moving.

I want to refresh quickly, which means, of course, that there was a seemingly caring desire to get dirt off the crowd.

Whatever it was, Loki, ready to go, took both hands to the shower room to get dressed.

"Exactly. You're tired this time"

――

A half-naked man walked into the shower room about to come in before Loki did. Loki pursues it with only her gaze in a glimpse of it.

A man who wore nothing else but underwear and hung a bright white face towel on his shoulder lavishly - yes, it was Ars.