Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Under flames, Ars was silently moving his legs. How can I not let this happen? I turn my grumpy gaze to the red-haired girl who walks with her shoulders dropped the same way next door.

But the same gloomy mood was slightly different in her case.

It's for having a priori for an invitation to the Favel family, a nobleman, above all if my mother, who values courtesy as a nobleman at the very least, put him in front of me.

Matching this lame man with my mother is the girl...... turning Tesfir so far into melancholy, so there is a strange stigma down there, similar to going.

Even so, this blaze.

Similar weather, with adjusted temperatures. It's still just the summer season, and when it comes to comfort, I just sweat a little bit.

Who adjusted to temperatures like this, Tesfir glanced at the pseudo sun while blocking the sun with her hands.

I don't know what to say if I go to the transfer gate (Circle Port), but what a long way to go - in a metaphorical sense - I don't actually walk five minutes, but I couldn't help but feel that way.

There is no such thing as a determination as where to install the transfer gate, but it is still considered a good place to kill the landscape in a magical sense. It's like a precaution to make a precise copy of the remnants of magic.

So if there was a person by the metastasis gate who would mock or unleash magic, there could be some error.

For this reason, there is nothing like the gates being unmanipulatively boned, and there are partitions around them to block magic.

Finally, it is now only named after both Ars and Tesfir. That would be a big place to take Alice and Loki. Most importantly, sometimes Ars is the only one receiving the invitation.

Since I left the lab in the morning, I am scheduled to arrive in about two hours. The actual breakdown of the time taken is that travel after the wealthy takes more time overwhelmingly.

Ars shook his hair, suppressing his desire to wear cold water from his head. I feel like my fever is caged because of my dark hair.

The enthusiasm is enough to double when we move from the school and arrive at the middle class - the civic district - not in a metaphorical sense, but in fact the population density is overwhelmingly high.

It looks so distorted by the heat that it looks so far-sighted that it uses magic as well.

Despite the distance to what is called Main Street, I guess the hustle and bustle of the guests is who the enthusiasm is.

The two Ars and Tesfir acted in concert fast, without eye-catching.

Let's just get out of here.

There's no difference between you two there than what happens when you work out and you don't stop sweating. Although there will be differences in metabolism.

When the two of them fit in the magic formation of the transfer gate, eight hits of heat are put out in their mouths.

"Exactly, if this keeps you waiting, I'm going home."

"Isn't that extra tiring over there!?

…………

That too, there was an embarrassment that I couldn't even tell if my mouth was torn that I had been hit by heat, etc.

I guess this is what falls to talk about.

But not even Tesphere remains strong enough to add pursuit.

♢ ♢ ♢

Luckily, the two of us stand up for what's going on when we get to the wealthy.

It's like a terminal there, with a bunch of magic cars parked.

They're all expensive to see, and they don't have the same thing as one. The appearance is hidden like claiming status.

If I also say this is the status of the nobility, I can't help it, but if the civilians saw it, it would be a roll, etc., Ars was frightened. That may also be as thought of in the demonstrations. That said, none of them look attractive from him, a magician with the title of a single.

Tesfir will soon wander his gaze from end to end to find the car, but if there are too many units hidden in the shadows, he won't be able to find them here.

Also, Ars shrugged his shoulder wondering if he was going to walk, but he didn't have to.

Ma'am, this way.

……

An old man with gloves like one of Ars' hands was putting his hands up. The applications vary greatly. Old man's would be for handle manipulation or as a butler.

"Thank you, Selva"

Wiping the sweat, Tesfir nevertheless says thanks for not giving in.

I humbly broke my hip in a behavior that I was accustomed to, such as, naturally, the selva that received it.

In doing so, the old man's eyes are directed at the boy standing beside him from the Tesphere. This is a signal to Tesfir.

But unfortunately, the girl kept her grin unaware of it.

Ars exuberantly sighs.

"Nice to meet you, I'm a butler at the Favel family, my name is Selva"

Selva named herself out to keep her husband from shaming her. Still, it is the role of Tesfir to know both.

Ars responds, in love with its beautiful behavior.

"Nice to meet you, my classmate Ars."

Selva's eyebrows only stopped for a moment. Surprise at answering with a classmate, not a friend. But nothing I noticed at that moment.

I guess that's because I understood the meaning of Ars' words. He said why was he called when he wasn't even an alumni.

but the old man also pretends not to know because he is not in a position for Selva to answer it, even if he guesses what it means.

"What is it in here? Please come inside."

That opens the door in a streamlined motion. Cold air leaked out of the inside and the tesphere went in first.

It is Ars's feeling that this is what he has come to with his education as a nobleman.

It doesn't look like it started now because Selva is laughing bitterly, either.

The first impression Ars made of seeing the butler - Selva - is, if I put it in a nutshell, the smell of the same species.

That's behind it, too.

Even if I didn't say it until I was just dyeing my hands in blood, it wasn't the look in the eyes of those who had dealt with demons.

Maybe it's a concern, I think the butler is more attached to the board.

That said, a butler named Selva should have had the same sentiment over there from the reaction he had when he saw Ars.

Serba urges Ars to stay with his hand on the door.

"Doesn't Mr. Ars have your stuff?

"Yeah, I'm going home soon."

and I don't want to waste any more time than I have later plans if I refer to my brain schedule.

The door shuts quietly and the car moves out smoothly. So the back mirror pointed at Selva's seemingly sorry face.

"Mr. Ars. I'm terribly sorry, but I think it's going to be difficult soon."

I hear it's a little bit of a conversation.

…………

The distracted Tesfir turned her back on each body like she didn't care.

"Master Froze has a difficult half of it, and I was wondering if I might bother you."

"Can you do anything about it?"

Ars still regrets that he probably shouldn't have come.

Hey, that's a different story, but the sharp gaze hits the back of the girl's head at all costs.

"Okay. I'll try my best here. So, Mr. Selva, I'd like to know more about why I was called."

"Excuse me. I don't know you either. As I said earlier, Master Froze is transferred to action just because of how many minutes of interest... It's not going to help."

"Really?"

I think Ars is lying on the inside.

Well, I can understand that I can't say it as a butler, so I won't pursue it. Because it is something that you will soon find out.

I also thought I'd explore Serba's background as an alternative topic, but I still didn't put it in my mouth. Because if it's a demon, it can't be bright if it's still something else.

This is the end of the story. Als sighs with his face toward the window.

(How can this be troublesome)

and other evils blend into the chilled car as unspoken air.

Needless to say, of course, it was directed at the red-haired girl on the other side of the glass.

Ars wasn't used to hearing it. It was when he entered the premises that he thought the nobleman, the Favel family, was this much. I reflect that I am too neglected by public affairs to know because I was dawning in the days of just crusading demons in the outside world.

The far-sighted tower of Babel is also a distance that brings majestic standing to power.

Above all, I can tell it's a considerable size just considering the garden on the maintained premises, the distance from diving the main entrance.

That's not why I'm interested in Ars.

And slowly slows down and stops around the halfway point. Why is Tesfir halfway here? The question mark comes to mind, but apparently it's definitely here.

"We're here," Selva opens the door. Sure, there's a huge mansion directly in front of me, but the reason I bothered to stop talking in front of you about just having to move to the front door.

Ars, out of the magic car, somehow guesses and at the same time feelings similar to discomfort push in.

"You're not too hot."

and so on and the tehsphere that was outside overflows.

It doesn't mean the sun has tilted or the temperature has dropped. The pseudo sun, which has reached its peak, should now be recording its highest temperature.

So why do you even feel cool?

That's easy.

Ars looks at Selva.

"Go to the mansion over there."

I could probably see the meaning of the apology on that face.

That means we have to go, and Ars moves on alone.

Tesfir, with a question mark on the ceiling of his head, is hand-controlled by Selva.

Walk scratching the back of your head, a journey where there is a fountain directly in front of you and you have to get around from there.

Is it about 30 meters away?

Then as soon as I started walking, I felt the discomfort of something like a sensor hooking onto my leg. Whatever I knew.

Is it an intruder trap or another trap to try Ars?

Thank you very much.

Two light-water magic formations emerge at your feet.

……

This surprise belongs to Tesfir. An outrage against an invited guest.

The perception of a guest is faint if you try it on her own, but there must be no more disrespect in launching an attack, no matter who Ars is, than my mother called him.

Not to mention I don't know Froze, but Tesfir knows Ars is a single magician, so this sight wasn't a cold sweat.

Cerva stops Tesfir taking an unexpected step by keeping both shoulders behind her back.

Ars didn't know what magic it was, but lifted one hand lightly that it had nothing to do with it, picking something up. He turns his thumb and index finger up, rubbing it with a finger ringing procedure.

Moments, something cracks, often crushing sounds, and remnants of magic dance.

The absurdity of shifting the coordinates of the magic formation at your feet from space to space. Only if it's a delayed magic trap.

Because Ars does not have AWR today, there is a magical option that is either lineless or irreducible in nature.

The method to be taken inevitably becomes the former, since using the latter would turn the garden around here into an unbroken tragedy.

(I don't want to use this either)

I suppress my desire to spit evil from the terrace directly in front of me to the gaze I see, but I also wonder if that's how it works.

Temperatures suck today to move your body around like dodging or slapping it off.

Speak with a sweaty body? It's action from the idea that you're joking. Well, there are plans that you won't know what you did.

To some extent, the lineage is distinguishable from the color of the magic formation. That is why this area is slightly cooler.

and thinking about that.

"Do you want to go this far to a single student?

A triple magic formation floating ahead creates a circle ring. Cold air gushes, and a circular ring spinning fast like a sphere gradually leaks magic to shape it.

A golem of ice appeared with a giant body over 2 m loose.

"Ice Golem" Summoning magic is magic that belongs to the middle. Major magic, but because its performance and magnitude vary depending on the powers of the magician, even medium magic is a wide-ranging substitute.

And this golem, which is more than 2m long, truly speaks of the surgeon's high strength.

(I mean, something like value for money)

There is no waste whatsoever in shaping. That means it's a finished technology.

Obviously it also means that you can use even higher summoning magic.

Ars punches one tongue.

(If that's what you want)

The golem approaches the fountain and sticks his hand in. The water freezes and pulls something out of it. It was a triple spear, an ice spear.

Peel off the ice strewn on the fountain, and set up a weapon as tall as you are.

That's a pointless prerequisite, too, in the end.

Ars approaches as he turns one arm at a time. Well, as if we were going to have a prep movement.

It's a fact-finding campaign. It's like a chimp pounding his fingers before a fight if you say so.

The golem runs and approaches it at a slow but significant stride.

But that was the only step the Golem could take. All of a sudden, his hands are pounding as if to tear up the strained air.

Ars put his hands together with momentum to clap in front of his body. And Golem's body let his majestic body crush at an unstoppable speed in his eyes.

It would have looked like it could have been played from the side.

In fact, I just pinched momentum from left to right, but so fast and brittle that I seemed to have disappeared.

Needless to say that too, if you look at the sparkling fragments of ice that dance around you, which way the armament went up.

Even if I know, I'm not here to understand what just happened. That would be true of a woman who looks directly from the front.

However, the degree of amazement is still different behind Ars and in the front.

If it was behind you that your open mouth wouldn't be blocked, it was the front that moved your cheeks piquely, as you'd half expected.

"Give me a break, not at all"

Physical fatigue is not felt to this extent. Even Ars can't help feeling spiritual - snakefoot - fatigue.

I guess it must also be a waste of time to think that we're going home without seeing each other inside. I'm sure.

Is there no more, the hand of Selva, which was stopping Tesfir, came down just as the Golem disappeared.

That's why it's a different story if Tesfir could have moved quickly.

Ars looks back and sends his gaze to Selva that there won't be any more. The butler, who laid down his eyes for a beat, approached with the red-haired girl.

Selva's footwork can only be described as brilliant. There is no waste, or there is a marginal objectivity. Whether or not I feel that way because there is a comparison next door.

"What have you done?"

Tesfir, who did not capture an event in a non-standard attack, makes a fine offense to Taboo. Now it's an all-you-can-pry situation. That's why Ars doesn't have to bother telling you.

"I wonder how"

"Excellent work, Mr. Ars."

Selva sending praise without inclusion.

If that's just it, Ars would be offended, too, but he had his head bowed deep before him. I had to sink.

"Come on, Master Froze is waiting for you," he urged, slowly opening both doors of the front door, and the dressed ladies, who would be maids from inside, make a line.

Where did the anger go, Ars, who felt completely at the pace, headed with even heavier feet.

I even feel a little red-haired girl pushing me on the back. No, it won't be my fault.

It's more about being walked than it is about being walked.

Totally Tesfir is pushing Ars outright. I think it's meant to be a shiatsu barrier. There is a shield there that is the strongest in rank 1, but is unlikely to help now.