Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Via about three circle ports. Middle layer, opposite the wealthy, in a direction away from the tower of Babel, in a direction closer to the outside world.

The closer we get to the defensive line, the more military officials and people we see. There is also a city around here, but its appearance varies from middle street to middle street.

[Fallen] It's the second city known as the stronghold of the Alpha Nation.

There are many stores for magicians in one way or another as well as people walking wide.

Still, not all customers are military personnel. It's just a high percentage.

That would also be obvious at first sight if you saw the AWR hanging on your hips.

Few college students also visit to procure magical objects. It is the privilege of young people who want to differentiate a little, even though most things are aligned within the school.

Naturally, there are many stores dealing with AWR and their workshops, so it is a place that senior students must visit in order to procure MyAWR.

"Hey, I told you we didn't have time!

"Because."

Two people squeezing waste like children. I stop one foot in the showcase at the store because it doesn't usually come. Now for the first time... it didn't go any further.

My curiosity makes my eyes shine, my forehead anxious for the two of us with nature and a raised mouth angle.

"What are you guys doing here? I'll leave you."

"- Wait."

"A little slower..."

The two of us caught up to the neighbor in a hurry, Alice also wields her neck with a chirp.

While I have no choice but to make excuses, I also need to buy a product for Loki's mood.

"If you go home, you'll get time."

"... thanks"

Alice thanked him with a slightly upside-down voice, wondering if he seemed like a countryman.

About one person doesn't even hear that.

It's not until you get into college that you learn magic in earnest, whether you're Alice or not, so until then, it can also be considered a place without edge.

"You'll learn something here. There's no harm in coming."

Whether you want to buy it or not, Alpha is the place where the latest information can fly. It's a city that's sensitive to stories about its hands, like what country has developed new technologies. Even when the researcher Ars was in the army, he visited every time he was off duty.

Through the boulevard, that's all I had the hardest time with. Both sides offer discounts in stores that connect houses, so it would be a prey to the owner of the store for the two unfamiliar people to react.

Ars manages to get his hands on the two who are likely to lose such temptations. I won't stand in the way of leaving Tesphere, but neither will Alice.

Although it is common for the transfer gates themselves to be able to specify multiple destinations in one place, in this [Fallen] they are located far enough across the city. A licence issued by the Alpha State must be issued to access it. It's a system that reads the coordinates from the license to the military base.

The only reason Ars bothered to choose his way across the Fallen was because he wanted to spare time and take a peek at the city for the first time in a long time. That's the extent to which you can stare at shops buying souvenirs from Loki.

But it would go without saying that I regretted that decision.

[Fallen] is called the second line of defense. If the first line of defense is broken, retreat until [Fallen], the outer walls of this city are robust made assuming demonic progression.

For this reason, the [Fallen] centre is provided with a separate military command room.

It is a well-known fact that it rests. Babel's protective wall has prevented progress over the last few decades, but on the contrary, it is so much so that it has been said that without the protective wall, mankind would be sickly extinct.

Because it is the second most dangerous city, the escape route is finely prepared, but few flee with us. You have a lot of artisan temperament, and few are prepared to bury bones in this city.

As we approach the last circle port, we hit a high wall. Its heavenly neighborhood is equipped with a huge pair of spears. A pseudo protective wall, called [the second Babel].

A number of researchers simulated Babel's protective walls together. The more effective it is, the lower the rate demons can be exited, but it is not practical because of its extremely narrow sphere of influence, the huge costs and the impossibility of mass production.

The pseudo protective wall placed in [Fallen] is also a test object.

Tesfir looks back unfortunately when she finally arrives at Circle Port. For a magician, this place also looks like a treasure trove you'll never get tired of.

I said Ars will be studying earlier, but I guess the two of them who are students are to the extent of pinpointing AWR. If you're not looking to be a technician, it's hard to say that you'll study.

But I don't think Ars was watching the two of us to learn something. From what I've heard, I'm vulnerable to light and like to shop seems to be the default thing for women, so I swallow complaints that my judgment was bad while bothering my head.

"Let's go."

The transition begins and the scenery gradually switches.

……

It's a familiar view for Ars.

The majestic building suddenly appears directly in front of us, so we don't even know how they react.

After a gnaw, silence descended that I guess I can't step right out of the pressure.

There are nearly three times as many college buildings as there are. A base that should be called the army's total main mountain curved horizontally. It is as if the mountains were a succession of peaks.

There are many other sentries (shaggy), and Ars licenses them at the inquest.

"I'm leaving you!

Ars walks on to leave the two who were overwhelmed. thrust it through with astonishing gaze.

Even so, those who knew Ars even stopped legs and broke their hips.

There is no rank for a magician on the battlefield. If you say so, rank is the rank.

Single as a single-digit suspended power designation when it comes to large clutter.

Double digit double.

Triple digit triple.

Quadraple in four digits.

Five digits, Quintiple. Six digits, sextaple. Each abbreviation is Quad, Quinn and Sex.

These are official names, but few deliberately speak for themselves because some call them a lump sum with miscellaneous soldiers when they fall below five-digit Quinn or six-digit Sex.

There is a perception that said there is no rank, but worldly the single is seen as an officer class, the double-digit "double" is the sarge, and the triple-digit "triple" is the lieutenant. That doesn't mean I can order or have authority.

Therefore, no one distinguishes between rank and rank. One way or another, there's a place called the Army where there's a lot of respect for rank.

In addition, in the following cases, the rank and rank are used from time to time because the three-digit magician is sometimes called as a lieutenant due to his position in the squad. With some exceptions.

"You're popular, too."

"Not popular. I'm simply respectful of what ranks high. Unlike you."

Tesfir felt a tickle and pain in the back of her chest as she remembered one day. As usual, that's enough. I can't talk about it.

It may be unwillingness to bow your head to those who have been away from them once and for all. I still understand the meaning of ranking.

Because thanks to Ars, the mission is also minor, making Alpha peaceful.

Even so, not so many have seen Ars straight away. That's why most of this place had strange faces.

When it comes to military bases, they are not so strong. It's just vast at first glance.

That's why it's so overwhelming.

Some of these magicians are waiting in turn, arguably the dominant power in the Alpha.

With the exception of troops on mission in the outside world, there will be nearly 70% of magicians practically in the country.

You're making me nervous.

As soon as I walked into the building, I guess I was overwhelmed by magicians as far as I could see. Alice, pressed, corrected her spine with her hardened body.

The AWR you are carrying gives you more luxury. Note that there are many magicians out there who carry AWR. I mean, that's the only magician of the war.

"The magicians here are more powerful than you are."

"... naturally!?

That would be the case, too. Below them, Alpha is falling ill.

"Well, so it just doesn't make sense to be nervous. I'm here, so I'm a little accommodating."

You can do whatever you want.

If I can get a scratch in, I'll be fine.

"You're unique to a single magician."

When Ars laughs to include, he pushes the insides he knows on his own without getting lost.

It's thanks to Alpha's strongest title that gives way at times like this.

There are no comrades close enough to speak up, but on the contrary, if you see the face of Ars, even those who turn their heels back to flee.

"You don't know if you're hated or admired."

"They're both annoying stories"

It's a little different than being hated, Ars thought. Those who have witnessed the fighting power of Ars, for example in large-scale operations, either rejoice in the overwhelming power or, conversely, fear it.

Few people will be friendly either way. It would also have to do with the fact that Ars is treated directly by the Governor.

I've never felt breathless or lonely. Because that was normal. It's a world where good friends don't always look the same tomorrow, they're not even there.

A vast army base, at its very edge, stands countless grave markers. There are a handful of things buried with satisfaction.

There are even some that contain only artifacts.

Sometimes when you join the army, you must visit this place first.

Upstairs to the top floor turns into bitter air at once. There are many high places on this floor besides having the Governor's room.

The age has widened even further, with an obnoxious class of facial officers.

The only thing that doesn't change here is your attitude towards Ars. No, more fearful faces are prominent.

There is room to touch the swelling in such a way as not to sneak up on the untouched God.

Still...

"Ars, I haven't seen you lately, but where are you doing this?"

It is the world of men that is not utterly lonely.

A man in his early thirties walking from across the street, a man who rides an elite route up young to the commander. Beautiful would mean him. Although lacking in military-like success, the slurring body has a middle meat back and no hips. AWR is proof that he does not frequently go out into the outside world. I don't think so now either.

There is still a distance to talk about, but a clear voice goes through well.

Ars waited until he could talk and opened his mouth.

"I'm out of time. Commander Lindelf."

"Stop it, stop it, it's disgusting"

Make her snap up and down so much that she thinks she's an aunt by hand. I don't hate Ars for being too casual about this guy.

"It's because of you that I'm in my current position, and I don't think my powers have been recognized, and neither have I."

He's a famous man who's taking command of the defensive line here in one hand. It's mainly about forming a squad of demons caught in detection close to the defensive line under Lindelf's command. The rank is colonel.

He was originally incorporated into the squad as an operational staff member in the outside world. If you don't wear clothes on your teeth, you will mean a leader without strength.

When Ars was a young boy, he spent months with Lindelf on his first mission to complete his magician training program.

"It would be the fastest way to promote your modesty. Jealousy of the commander is indispensable even within the army."

"That hurts my ears..................!!

I had a bad grin when Lindelf saw the two guys in uniform shrinking a little behind Ars.

"A flower in both hands is a flower. Don't put it in the corner either. Is that how old Ars is, too, yeah, yeah."

"If that's what it looks like, it looks like you're about to be demoted."

Lindelf smiled constantly, a creepy way to pull it off that can't be.

"Leave it to the momentum, I'll eat it up, watch... well, what's the use of bringing students into this place more than that?

"No well..."

Where I said, the pressure sticking from behind interrupted Ars' consciousness.

There are two faces I've told you to introduce me to.

I respond briefly even though I find it a pain in the ass.

"Before that, this is Commander Lindelf of the Rampage Express."

"Hey, don't give me that giddy introduction."

"So, the two of us just came to see our classmates, Tesfia Faber and Alice Tilake, the Governor."

"You were a student if you didn't think to look!? If the Visaist captain also says something bad about people...... classmate, Favel?

Lindelf tries to be a little thoughtful. Momentum that's going to pound my hand.

"Speaking of Favel, is that the daughter of former Major General Frose?

"Yes......"

"Oh well... that was so well worked out for Mr. Froze, say hello"

I put my hand in front of the Tesphere with a bitter smile.

This man is a good conductor, but the magician didn't improve, so I don't have to understand this look either.

Tesfir also took a brief courtesy to shake his hand, but his face was just as bitter as Lindelf's.

"The lady over here is beautiful again."

"Thank you"

Alice, who smiled and gave it back, shook her hand and finished the face-to-face meeting.

"What more could you have done for me?

The bundle of materials Lindelf holds beside him is on his way somewhere.

"Yes, then I'll be excused."

When I thought it was a little too early, I looked back from a distance again and Lindelf raised his voice.

"Ars, let's go to dinner next time"

Ars did not reply to the consent. You have to stick up your voice to get it to you at this distance. Such an embarrassing imitation attracted such attention.

And Lindelf, a long-time associate, walked away without waiting to hear back.

Als thought he was as unsolicited as ever, dropping off his back like that.