Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

He was looking around the whole game so that the viewing seats were upstairs, overlooking from there. It would have been more accurate to have viewed it in a different sense, although there was also the aspect of reconnaissance of the opposing college.

Be surrounded by the same enthusiasm that you would never have seen in a neat guest seat or if the game started. So much so that there are even those who have already dried up their throats when they say it's their first game since it started.

"Well, it would be a great success"

Rate it that way after a certain game.

Ars rejoiced not least that he had seen the challenges at the same time.

"I guess Alice has some challenges for space interference in the future."

The implications of experimenting with the production of AWR were also included in the first war. Regardless, I am not worried about defects or anything because I have cleared all the test tests. Because Ars himself also closely checked the flow of magic and other fine motions.

However, Ars couldn't test the optical system alone, so he didn't actually want Alice to use it. Theoretically it shouldn't be a problem, and still all this is nothing more than calculations on the desk.

There is a piece on the game, and Ars exhales a sigh of relief at the satisfactory result.

"Yeah, Alpha's a high level."

With all that admiration, a voice leaked from next door that could even be taken as a little fool.

Ars tries to ignore it without even turning his gaze, but it is Loki who later obeys it.

"Those two are under the guidance of Master Ars."

"What! Are you serious?!?

Jean, the man who reminded me of a good young man full of blonde sobriety, left me with plenty of extraneous flavors.

"Suppose that gold spear is Ars?

I don't even have to answer it, but I'll affirm it at first sight.

That said, the nature of the AWR I did to Alice is only slightly similar to Jean's small-ball AWR.

"You're still high spec, I'd love to! And what is spitting?"

"I don't mind, if you'll take me, you're welcome."

"No, I'll stop. I think I'm afraid of the rest."

Elbowed to the fence, his mouth pointy as a plump, Jean looked at Loki as a chill.

Jean and Loki have already met for the first time. That said, do I still care? As a matter of fact, Ars has an image of being a lonely magician - although he can't be wrong.

"You mean it's changing every day? I have to make sure they don't catch up with me, too."

"There is no annihilation. Master Jean is a magician who takes third place..."

"You don't even have to be such a wheezy change. How many years have you been doing this?"

It blocks Loki's words and throws up a grunt similar to Ars' evil state. In fact, including Jean, those who sit single are immovable for more than two years now. As far as Jean is concerned, he has held the position of third place for over three years.

I told you, we have Hope, too.

"So, what about that Hope and them?

I'll introduce you next time.

Ars tongues inside. It's not that easy to tell. Assuming you even give me a polo name, the next time I hit the 1st Magic Academy in Luther Luca, it's an arithmetic for me to deal with them and crush them early.

There is no such benefit... Loki behind me uttered the word of the news that he was not thinking about it.

"Master Ars, it looks like it's time to go"

If you drop your gaze in front, the second game in three blocks is settled quickly against expectations.

Soon after Alice's game, Tesfir was in the game. I can't see it till the end, but I can't help it. Which way would you not even struggle with that opponent, glances at the red-haired girl. Alice's opponent was still stronger, if you say so with the power of the opponent. Well, there's only a difference in the extent to which I stretched out.

Ars spits out various things together as sighs along with annoyance.

"Fine, if you're going to be absent, we're very welcome!

"Tell me... there's a lot of potential for absence."

…………

How Jean received it, pointing his divine eye towards Ars for about blinking, and immediately slapped him on the back with a soft face.

"I've heard good things about it, but you can't afford to miss the first fight."

"I went there," he joked. He also glances at Loki.

Ars waved behind his back as he walked with Tobotobo.

I don't know how Jean returned it because I don't have eyes on my back, but is it even floating with a frightened face?

Jean also tries to go back to the private room where his head is when Ars and Loki disappear from the viewing seat, but that leg stops - a mistake that would harden to be exact.

The spectator's seat was directed as far as the coveted glance of seeing Jean was concerned. Sometimes during the conversation, were you reluctant? Of course, Jean noticed, but he ignored it because he didn't do anything as hard as he could, but being alone is making his relentless vision eyes pierce him.

So popular that the kind looking good-looking face goes hand in hand with the single that fanatical fans, that didn't seem to be the only story within Luther Luca.

The game is just the same. She whispered deliberately, "Master Jean," "Yeah, I'm sure she is," and most of them are women's voices, but she stood up straw as if she was fanatical about something. He's also like a zombie, and if anyone cuts the spear the most, he'll definitely cut off the Guan and push it with furious momentum.

A cold Shizukuishi told Jean's cheek and scratched his cheek, "Shall I start the game too?" He removed it as he spun a pen with alchemy paint from his pocket. It's a chinky thing about not inking out the magic on the medium, but it opens its mouth full of service spirit when it was right to bring it.

"Yes, please line up in a row"

Exactly show off and master the hands-on procedures of the experienced person.

(I figured I'd try to disguise it next time) and so on. Needless to say I'm stunned to confirm time and not see the rear end of the queue.

♢ ♢ ♢

Ars's footsteps are heavy. Is it from a rush that Loki, who I saw, draws his hand? I think my cheeks are a little loose.

The name has already been called by the announcement. Even considering the start time, Ars's calculations are critical in time, but you won't be able to look around for such calculations.

When we get to the holding room, Loki first returns with a case of pitch black from inside.

I hold it heavy but this looks like it because the little Loki has it to hold a bigger case. No, maybe it's really heavy.

I head straight to the match venue with Loki pulling my hand. It is because of the difference in height that makes it to the middle hips.

Two girls stood in front of the entrance when they arrived at the venue as they slipped through the players.

"It's late!"

There's also a Tesphere there, I guess the game is over soon. It's hard to think of losing, and it's like that. It's not the attitude of the loser, but I can't help it.

Alice intercepts with a bitter smile as she holds a wrapped AWR.

"You're in time, so you're not complaining!

Don't make me worry.

If they say so, it's hard to look for objections.

"A... Al, check with the attendant."

"I'm watching the game."

Was I waiting here for that?

Ars made his identification and headed to the entrance. Loki's resolute voice, "Welcome," pushes her back, but Ars returns it with a cool hand gesture.

"Looks empty over there"

The place Tesfir found had a broken hedge in good shape.

That said, if three beautiful girls go through, it's a sight we often see in college. There still seemed to be no exceptions here, especially when the boys were fascinated and stopped by the poor figure.

It is the moment the flowers bloom. However, there is no strong man who is acting as he wishes on this occasion. I guess it's like eye care because I can only see it in faraway windings. The more I see, the more petals named Courage scatter away. Still no man tries to leave this place, so he is a worthless creature.

Such a floral - albeit high ridge flower - is a VIP viewing room where tension can set in, unlike a space. I couldn't wait there in the face of the ranks of governors and heads of state doing things like that.

Match combinations reflect player names on the screen.

Urgent air spreads in each room, but naturally you can't see the kind of trail there. Should I say simple curiosity? There are also thoughts that it is not something that can rarely be seen, such as a single fight.

Even more so if that is the first place where the identity has never been apparent. There was value in this tournament in vacating the country. It is definitely the leading force of the most effective Alpha in the seven countries. That clarification is the common purpose held by those gathered here.

The three did not make a special hurry because they were not even that far away. The hot gaze around me was depressing, but for some reason I felt that elegance was demanding.

Within doing so, the buzzer of initiation rings and heads to the viewing space for a small run.

"Guaaaaa!!!

The scream of a man who has never even heard of that rings nearby. I would look around reflexively, but I couldn't find someone like that.

"I wonder what it was"

It sounded like a scream that could not be misheard.

Keeping looking around, Loki stops her foot heading into the space.

"What's going on? We need to hurry."

"No......"

And I looked back.

"What! Why? What's the matter with you?

Tesfir glances at a familiar man coming out of the entrance and exit.

Alice rushes over and asks terribly, assuming the worst with a similar look.

"Maybe I didn't make it!!

Look at the look on Alice's face that made her blue. Tesfir also said, "Lie!? shouted."

"I don't know, you've decided to come out because it's over."

Point to one of the screens lowered into the hollow. That shows the victory of the Second Magic Academy, but the problem is not there, there's a timer on the bottom right that said it had that indication.

The amazing game time of "00: 05" creeps up.

There is no cheer.

It can be said that the unexpected showdown betrayed the expectations of those who watch the game. The critical battle to sharpen is to heat it up. All they heard was the screams of the players who blew up at the same time as the start.

To be honest, it would mean I had trouble reacting. The only reason I was sedated was because I had a feeling of malaise.

I guess there were aspects more prone to floating in the heat than I was coming to the game. Someone said, "Oh, five seconds..." zero. It was small but passed well. And I said, "Whoa, whoa, five seconds!" or something like that. When you start emphasizing time, you just start to propagate it gradually for the avalanche later.

That's when the finger whistle went off. I get a similar cheer for getting up and cursing - I still can't help but be cluttered because of my malaise and lack of unity.

"I knew it, but did you expect too much to see the power of a single place like this," the Governor and others concluded.

A high-ranking magician of protection seeped stunning at the narrative and all, pinching his mouth.

"Do you even say magic bullets? It's not magic."

He didn't miss playing something with his fingers at the same time as the start, but he knows that that's not a craftsmanship anyone can do, even if it's easy to do it like playing with pebbles.

Horribly fast. That's enough for the opponent to be pathetic, turning his eyes but not knowing what he was done when he noticed.

"More than that, the first game of Alpha's..."

"Yeah, that's a skill I don't think you're a freshman. It's promising for the future. I'm ashamed to say, when I was that age, it was even lower."

It is certainly promising given his position as a double-digit magician, to put it in mockery.

"Well, then you should say hello."

"That would be better."

Ars did not return to the holding room, and the scouts were still watching the game until Loki's game time. It shows diligently when it comes to it, but it's actually nothing but boring.

"Al, then I'm coming"

"Oh, let's finish early and go back to the holding room. I'd like to check the situation a little bit."

"I'm in awe"

Something flashed.

Everyone must have blinded for a moment.

A thunderbolt called Batchi rang once, never since.

Ars regretted it for a little while. I was wondering if we should have let them have some hua too. Instant killing in the first war was perhaps too pathetic. I guess it's ironic to say sorry, not so much heartbroken but I did something wrong.

At the very least, I'm going to win, so I'm going to have to ask you to break it off that I had no choice.

After about the same game time as Ars, the two returned to the holding room.

Sometimes the next sophomore game is close, and he's getting ready. The praise for the two victories was unexpectedly bathed in dawn and clarity.

He was a little giddy when it came to Ars, but it seems that winning means winning.

There is also an LCD screen in the hall where all games can be watched.

"Good luck"

Welcoming with a delightful full grin, Ars and Loki lay down their eyes lightly.

The two victories should have been put into the calculations even by Felinera, if so, does that mean happy results in freshman year overall? I'm sure you haven't finished all the games yet.

"My freshman year gave me such a good grade. You don't have a position as an upperclassmate with the folly we follow. Hang tight."

Their faces dwell more on the struggle to get closer to winning than on the pressure.

Snakefoot, but Alice is watching the game in Tesfir and is gathering information.

"I managed to win. Uh-huh."

Could the air be relaxed, is the loose voice due to fatigue?

A woman who came into a cane instead of a stick shaped AWR.

"Good day, Mr. Ciel"

"What, are you so clumsy?

"Ha-ha-ha," Ciel scratched her cheek with a bad grin.

"I was too nervous, I didn't express magic... and when I got used to it in melee, I could do what I always do, but it was dangerous."

Never every laugh. An immature rounded lapse that the magic expression cannot be done well, but who can affirm that there is none at all? Nothing else says Ciel was lucky enough to win.

Few upper classmates who received such warnings wrote something on their hands and swallowed it.

"So far in a year, five out of ten have won"

To the best of Ars' knowledge, I deliberately said it to confirm.

He guessed the case.

"No, Mr. Ars. The freshman leaves the rest of the game for eight wins"

"Ooh!!"

Such admiration leaked from nowhere. It is such a sight that makes you feel united.

Ciel must have sweated. Send the wind into the hatchet and clothes.

Is it because I heard the men throating?

"Mr. Ciel, first you sweat in the shower."

"Huh! Ah, yes!

I recommend it in a tone that makes Ferrinella embarrassed by her junior classmates while she shudders. Needless to say, there was a giddy upper class face that couldn't be repaired.

The air is then refreshed "players close to the game should start traveling".

Ars heads to Felinera when there are fewer players in the holding room.

"So, were you there?

Ferrinella, who is about to frown on her salutation. However, I understand that it is convenient to have a TPO, so switching was also fast.

"No, so far..."

"When it does, is it stored in a seed frame?"

Ars swallows his desire to spit evil on a blonde single magician, saying you blew in the extra.

A strong magician as a stone should step on as many games as possible and take points. Luther Luca has a seed frame as the last win, but this is also best because it automatically puts in five points for the undefeated, better addressed to the winning thin player.

The problem is if you know there is an Ars, this will not be crushed early so it will stay warm in the seed frame. If the frame narrows, we won't have a choice, but we won't put it in combination with the second magic school as much as we can.

That's why the second magic school as it stands is to make Ars the first magic school in Luther Luca.

In other words, the 1st Magic Academy makes it a combination of Hope and consideration not to hit it because they know the existence of a single magician named Ars.

The opponent of the first war was also the first magic school.

"You don't have a choice. They should be out after the second war."

"Please"

The first-year combination with Felinera also has Ars pinching his mouth.

He who turns his surprise gaze to the two who speak casually. He is a sophomore standing next to Felinera. Indeed, even the selection commissioner should be vice-chairman, confirming the state of the war as a subleader as it is. Always next to her, but never once to pinch her mouth. It is unclear whether it is simply because we are taking Loki or if she is perceived as a friend of Felinera's.

Ars exits to make the most of his free time if he has no choice. To put it bluntly, there's a stopover.

I'll go upstairs for a minute, considering the modem is just in the basement. It's a little big for a private room. There was a door in the front of the aisle on the way, beside it were two magician guards who would be handy, and besides that, there were guards stranded in the audience.

I just don't expect to get in with a face pass. Ars took out his license and showed it before he could take Loki and call him.

"Go ahead."

The frightened voice trembles.

I guess this is the difference in treatment from other singles. Still, I've heard that Letty is admirable. Maybe that means it's a limited story to Ars.

Wave gently and Loki follows.

A little climb up the stairs, and yet another door that looks more sturdy than heavy is blocked. Add a similar amount of effort there. I want it to be a face pass from now on.

When you knock, you get a voice from the inside that allows you to enter the room with a tense voice.

At the end of the door to be opened was a brilliant yet lacking but red carpet, a glazed room against magic, pressure resistance and equivalence. I can see all the games from there, but I guess I'm watching them on a giant screen sitting directly in front of me.

It's clear air that leaves you feeling sober. It doesn't have a scent on it, but there's a difference in cloud mud from the slightest air downstairs.

Four maids refrained at the wall and two high-ranking magicians were upright with their spines stretched. It's a familiar face, Ars recalls being someone's subordinate.

And a three-legged leather chair in front of the glass.

About one of them is taking down his back and resting with Sue. A thin offering was hanging from the chair.

Are you still here?

The harsh plundering voice makes me feel old.

The reason Ars came here is because he is here. There is also an unnatural thing about being here to watch a game in a woman who can sleep alone.

"You're not here to watch the game, are you?

"You're a stick from the scratch, I came to see you brave..."

"I know you don't have time for this, but if you're ever here, it's no big deal."

Ars kicks the chair with a gotun and eats a decopin at the forehead of a woman who still doesn't wake up.

"Wow! Something!

I moisten my eyes like a wasp, rubbing my forehead a little reddened if the jitter and forehead ache complained.

"It's terrible. Al Ghu."

"Wow!"

Standing up with a bah and rubbing his face against Ars' stomach while breaking his knee, the motion was a natural reminder of a small animal. It's just a little big.

"That's disgusting, Letty."

"Huh? Isn't that nice? It's been a long time."

Letty Kultunka, one of Alpha's proud single magicians. He looked pitiful whether it was happiness or from pain.

Loki shuts up as she is burned by the flames of jealousy. Turn your hands behind your back and open your feet just shoulder-width apart, in the standby position that the military deserves. partner, but here with the Governor General as well as Letty......

"Hello, Ars. It's so unusual for you to come and see me."

An endless beauty with dark hair. Cicernia hides her mouth with a black fan, but her eyes are thinly narrowed. Even if it's hidden, I can see that your mouth is making you lonely.

It wasn't what Ars expected. It was actually a joyful loneliness with no back surface.

"Al came to see me, didn't he?"

"No!"

Exactly the face that Gunn's phonetic sounds deserve. Two of my men's magicians, who withheld from the entrance, seem to be grinning. But hurry up to Letty's crisp, chilling gaze to correct his posture.

"Oh? Oh, this one's the one who shot Al's partner."

"Nice to meet you, Master Letty. My name is Loki Rebehel."

Though the expression doesn't change for Loki, I can see that she's nervous.

"Is that Loki? Or, you look cute. I'm gonna make my uncle do something wrong. You seem adorable. Governor, you shouldn't feel weird."

"He's a kid close to his grandson. Don't be weird."

"Loki, you don't have to do this to him."

"Ugh! I don't think so, Al. I'm also your sister now ~? There's something called majesty ~"

He let loose the sauce that was drooling before him behind him, and stood five fingers in front of his chest with dignity.

Even then, two of my men shook their shoulders against Letty like that...

"Yeah. A little mujer to Sajk...... shall we go out"

Thumbs up and send a quick gesture.

He showed off his apologetic upright with the momentum his face was about to fly off.

I joked when I sighed and cut my raised thumb to the side in front of my neck. That's a warning if you do it next time. I don't know if I meant it, but it seemed to work.

"Keep the farce around, Letty."