Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Slight silence.

When Alice took a step to rush over to the Tesphere...

Until then, Tesfir's hand, which didn't even move with Pickle, moved. Gradually raise your face and stand weak.

When he stood up to support the knife, he gradually glanced at his cheek.

I guess I haven't figured things out yet. Tesfir's head seems confused about what happened and he fell.

"It's okay, Fia?

"... Yep"

It blew up hugely, but there shouldn't be much damage. There are limits to power simply because they grant a bunch of paper, magic.

Tesfir opened his mouth angrily, staring at Ars when he remembered that he was in the middle of a fight.

"What did you do?"

"I just slapped him with this."

"Don't joke, that wasn't paper. Like being slapped with something tough..."

Again, Tesfir let his anger roll when he touched his cheeks and remembered.

A magician can see magic as a visible light. Likewise, blurred and pale light is wrapped around the sword of Tesfir to indicate that magic passes through it.

The brochure that beat the Tesfir also covered it with magic, which prevented Tesfir from attacking and unleashed unlikely power in a bunch of paper.

But it's also irresistible to feel beaten with just a bunch of paper if you try from the Tesphere. Because it was the paper that actually slapped him.

It's also logical that with as much arm as Ars, a freshman can't realize the most efficient magic grant, let alone a four-digit magician.

It covers the brochure just before it comes into contact with the object, so from the side, just a bunch of paper would look like a hard stone that doesn't pass through any sharp blades.

Suspended strength differences are the only moves you can make.

"If you read the book you slapped, you'd know."

Ars told him to blame. The book Tesfir tapped is an achievement reached after years of unrelenting efforts by researchers. Blasphemy of the wisdom gained from it is a premagician problem.

"Knock..."

"What do we do, surrender?

"I don't know what you did, but you're not getting along as well as you hit it once."

"Fia, that's enough."

Alice issues a warning, but Tesfir didn't go through with it as expected.

Increases the amount of magic that leaks out of your body to interact with anger.

"What are you talking about, Alice, as soon as I hit him by accident... I'm gonna take him down right away"

Tesfir took a big, deep breath and stuck the knife out in front of her. In a flowing motion, I look at myself with my two fingers.

A magical string engraved on his body lightly emitted from beside him.

"Fia, that's too much!

I guess Alice guessed what Tesfir would do. The fingers, which also did not reach the Tesphere, rush through to slip to the tip of the blade.

Tesfir quietly turns the blade tip straight to the side and the magic concentrates on the tip. Through the AWR from within the body of the tesphere, gradually a slight light is produced.

Magic already had a phenomenon as magic as it aggregated into a single point to capture the remnants of magic from its surroundings.

- Then, the pacifier, makes a noise and creates a huge ice mass in the air. And when you wave it down to gently slash the knife, the surface layer of the ice cube crumbles and a clear sword appears.

"[Isicle Sword]"

This is the first time I have seen it, but the unique name of magic is basically known magic because it is listed in its entirety. But this was the first time I actually saw it right.

"Wow."

Ars praised not only the technique of producing ice cubes, but the shaping of the ice sword that came from it. The futile part is noticeably sweet shaped as a lethality, but there is a charm there that attracts the mind of the beholder. Above all, it was a frank tribute to the fact that it was not magic that freshmen could handle.

I don't know if he was listening to that, but when Tesfir waves the knife without opening his mouth, the ice sword flies in a straight line at high speed to Ars as it interlocks.

Fast for fast, but still a slow and cheap attack if you try from Ars. So it was easy to avoid.

We have to pay a blasphemous (blurry) tribute to the wisdom of mankind (from Ars), which is more precious than not to be interfered with by Tesfir in this simulated battle entitled Duel.

Probably the highest magic Tesfir can use. You can tell by looking at the shaking shoulders up and down the tesphere that you spent a lot of magic on that evidence.

Easily intercept directly from the front.

It wasn't to bet. To this extent if even so much magic comes from Ars.

"No - avoid it!

Alice roughed up her voice with a faded face. She was chanting magic for the walls, but overwhelmingly fast and not in time in a modern era unfamiliar with chanting due to the prevalence of AWR. The chant, which was spinning halfway through, had been interrupted and turned into a cry of sorrow.

Ars exhales slightly from his lungs.

Concentrate the nerve on the hand that shaped the knife. Forming is a sharp blade, tough steel that cuts everything off.

The amount of magic wrapped around the thin hand increases and a short blade of magic is formed from the tip of the knife. It flushed for now, shaping a sharp magic knife as the magic that was released stopped time.

For a moment, the collision waited for the time with an indeterminate look, like Alice laying her eyes down and seeing how things were done, whether it was a glitch to what Tesfir had done too much.

It can't end what they expect.

Alice opened her eyes not to see the results that were not hard to imagine, but because the crushing noise that could not have been heard rang.

Ars stands flat relative to Tesfir. Behind him was an ice sword made into two pieces reflecting a beautiful cross section.

The formed magic breaks and prevents it from retaining its shape, causing a pissy (crackle) to enter. Instead of crushing it as it ran loud and loud, it misted the original magic.

"-!! Oh no..."

It was Tesfir who overflowed with dismay, while Alice stroked her chest down with a surprising look on her face.

What did Ars do? What I understood would be about the president of the board who was watching the game from a distance.

Magic is the source for exercising magic. It's out of common sense to convert that into an attack.

There is a tendency for magicians to remain bound by the existing and not to do anything new to produce. As a result, the word "proper material" was used as an exemption. Defeating demons is the role of magicians, and magic research for that matter is tied to stereotypes that it is the role of scholars. Therefore, I leave it to others to refuse to understand the extraordinary events.

What Ars did was elaborate magic manipulation. It is the same principle that covers weapons.

In other words, even when covered in weapons, the contact surface is magic, and since magic is obtained by conferring an entity as a substance, it is also possible to create a magic knife by forming it to make magic independent of the place it covers. But that's also a contradiction, in popular terms. There is a way out that can be described as unique to Ars.

Magic knife formation is not realistically possible with magic that has an affinity for organic matter. There is a secret wisdom there to deny magic. To put it bluntly, it impairs its nature as a magic, and by layering it from above, the magic underground loses the affinity of absorption, and stays as a remnant of the inorganic. It is a technique that alters the nature itself, later formed and fixed with the application of magic grant.

Just... just...

That means that you will master the magic generated in your body and require as many magic manipulations as you can freely handle.

Ars will be the only one who can do that. Because it is not the original use of magic.

Operating as an energy used for magic is common by nature, and is not focused on magic itself, but is dedicated to mastery of magic itself.

That's why they don't notice.

I slapped him on the shoulder with a brochure I had switched to my left hand. This is also a signal that the settlement has now arrived.

Nothing. Ars doesn't want to hurt Tesphere. I just taught you reality, I just rattled my pride.

So the finishing touches are simple. Because if we don't even skip the procedure, one word can exert the power of reconciliation.

"It was my fault."

――――

Faced with a sudden apology, Tesfir lost much of her word of surprise.

I didn't admit to losing. Yes, it's an apology.

Winning or losing will be best understood by the thespian himself. So I dare not make it clear. I won't put it in my mouth.

"I don't mean to insult you, but if that's what it sounded like, it was my fault"

A heartfelt apology, Ars broke his hips deeply as he advanced to the front of Tesfir. Simply means solving misunderstandings, but more than that, this should solve everything. It would mean that Tesfir could meet each other's demands for cheap pride as a price, so it could come to an end without spoilage.

"... oh shit? I'm sorry I'm upset, too."

There's a solid side to it, but a man named Tesfir has a good sense of things.

So even if we had an unexplained ending, we wouldn't make an apology (groaning).

"Then I'll be excused."

"Hey..."

On the verge of passing by the side of the Tesphere, he grabs his sleeve and turns around looking troublesome.

"What?"

"... how did you do it"

Tesfir inquired weakly out of sight. It is an implicit understanding between magicians that a magic pry would not even be the same classmate. The voice lacked compulsion because it was aware that it was a magician's chick.

The same seemed to be true of Alice as well as Tesfir, who questioned her, keeping her mouth shut as she approached the audible range and whispered her ears.

I try to pull my arm off a couple of times, but I guess it's pretty powerful, I wasn't even scared.

Ars tries to throw his gaze at the corner of the passenger seat. I don't expect much, but it's also not something that can be decided arbitrarily.

Because if you reveal the seeds, they may pry into rank.

You guessed the situation, and the president showed up all the time and praised it with his hands pounding like a wazzle.

It would be inevitable to turn to the President of the Board, whose gaze was applauded by Tesfir and Alice.

"" President!!

Stop your hand and get over the handrail from the third floor tall viewing seat. When the descent softens and floats at the moment of landing, it descends gently.

"That's the son of the Favel family, let me take a look at the high level mock warfare"

Speaking of our president of the school, it is admirable for those who aspire to be magicians.

Ars couldn't read the sincerity of the board president who showed up.

President Sisty moves forward just asking me to leave such anxiety to the margins.

"I didn't know you were getting advanced magic as a freshman."

"... thank you. And why would the president do that?

Naturally. Tesfir looked bitter because he understood defeat, but if he was praised by a former single magician, he couldn't help but turn it into a delightful look.

"That's because Ars asked you to rent out the training ground. For that tour."

"-!!! President!

Lightly splattered, Ars wolfed for a moment.

Now the gaze of the two concentrates on Ars, adding an even older gaze.

"That was Ars Regin. Who are you? I showed my [Isicle Sword] both ways."

"That would be about natural for him. I came to see you because I was worried about you."

Ars decided to entrust it to the president of the board, who would speak with a full grin.

In the first place, it was the demands of the school that instructed him to keep the rank secret, and Ars himself could either. If I can even secure my own time.

But I can't help but have a disturbing feeling from the flow of the story.

"What do you mean!?

Yes, it is Tesfir who punches the core, but Alice has also come to the next door to Tesfir at some point, and it was a common question between the two of us.

"Well, it's quicker for you to see it"

The president turns to Ars and takes a single card from his nostalgia.

"Is that a license?

"Yeah, I got this this from the army to you this morning."

…………

Alice, who first noticed, throws a clear question to the president of the board, returns a clear answer, but tips her neck to the word army.

Ars had a great idea of what he wanted to do. So I wouldn't be particularly surprised if the president's finger touched an item of rank and rank at the moment it was handed to me.

――――

Magic light leaked from the license card, showing a display like an LCD.