Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

As an example, Ars went up to the general viewing table, gazing at the whole place overlooking the top of the second floor. To tell the truth, they all only look the same if it's a sophomore game. If you look at the details, you can even see the subtle difference in power, but it ranks 5,000. Errors are also in the hundreds or so. Things like this can only be so different that in theory, if you participate in an outside mission, you can outrun them in a few days. Exactly. Differences like luck in time.

Surely there is no such thing as a three-digit magician. He's also in the third grade of Luther Luca. Of course it was not the Second School of Magic to work out measures, although it was important to be careful. Because I couldn't secure a player who could aim for the main game, nothing more.

If you are a triple-digit magician, you will soon be able to tell, but the players in the current game will not be able to see. But if you look downstairs, there are other school players looking up and down while making notes. Of course Ars has to remember, but he doesn't have enough memory to make notes.

No matter how much difference I tell you, it can't be tolerated by that. It's not for me to gather information, it's to gather information on advice and combinations to win when a second magic school athlete hits. Don't look at it on your own.

If the only thing I can say is not the job I took on, I must have definitely refused to collect information or something first. On the contrary, I can assure you that I did not even participate in the tournament.

Still, I don't feel motivated to look at it until the third grade.

"Dear Ars, shouldn't we push someone for such a role?

"It won't work either. I'm in as one of the players, and you don't have to bother creating discord within the team. Besides, there's a Ferri in the department for two years, and I don't suppose you'll be punished for that."

"I'm going to make you that much of that woman because those breasts... no, Socurent?

I heard a disturbing word for a moment, but even from what I reworded, Ars decided to try and ignore it.

"Mm... oh, yeah, sure. Sometimes you're Sir's daughter, plus there's a possibility that Ferri would join you if you were to undertake a back job like this one before. Sir Visaist wouldn't do it."

"Oh, right. I'm sorry to hear something weird."

"Never mind," he controls with his hands against Loki, who makes him bow his face out of shame and apologize, and comes up with just a few ideas. These questions of hers can be signs of unexpected change. Previously, it was a number of choices that I couldn't possibly have made when I was in the military to coach Tesfir and Alice. Whether that's a change in mood or taking it as growth remains unanswered, but it's subtle to those little changes.

Makes me realize that I don't realize it myself. So I don't even think this kind of question is futile. It may come time to pass the will because it is Ars who does not make it a good idea to be used without knowing. It changed when I was forced to make a choice because I would exchange it but not spoil it as it were.

That's why I think. The change in response to Ferrinella, I wonder if this is any excuse.

But...

(I figured it was due to what I told you after the assignment...)

I mean, I'm talking about the engagement Visayists brought up. Regardless, I don't think Ars is willing to do that - it's not a matter of no attraction to Felinella - but did he avoid what he thought he was avoiding?

If so, it is easy to give reasons that I am cordial with Felinella, the daughter of a visaist.

(You don't...)

I was surprised at Ars, who thought to roar, and Loki said, "What's wrong?" He raised his voice of anxiety. It is a paranoid delusion that it was disturbing.

"No, it's nothing," he regains consciousness, "Loki, marry..." he opened his mouth and was supposed to continue, "I had an engagement offer, but that could be the cause," he almost says. It's not what happens when I ask her. I've already given you an answer, and just imagine what Loki will do to Felinera when she hears that sounds like a pain in the ass.

Ars still barely returns "nothing" to Loki, who shakes her silver hair saggily and tilts her little neck.

In a way, I feel lost in the thought maze I seek. I don't think a circuit without conclusions and emotions can find an answer early. Are the signs of change certain at a time when we are already thinking about this kind of erotic entanglement?

Ars sighed gently, rubbing the section just saying no, and placing his pompous hand on Loki's head.

"Well, it's true that you can use it."

I mock myself for saying it sounds terrible. I meant to laugh lightly, but it's unconscious of you to look like you're drawn to it.

But how Loki interpreted it, the type of woman Ars said in the bathroom - an impromptu preference that is neither exterior nor interior - recalls the word "usable woman". This was engraved directly into the brain as the most important item, so I don't have to recall it.

Something ran cold through Loki's back. An unreliable footing that seems to give a lot of crap because Felinella is set to meet the conditions.

My mouth opens with a pokernel trying to keep calm, and my heart is not here.

I drew such a frightened Loki consciousness back into reality because I saw two figures in the distance.

A discouraged, light voice.

"You're late, Ars."

Its uninspiring voice, but only this place passed well in cheer. If a single magician shows up, it's a sight like a comeback one day, like a game or something.

Ars turned to his body without responding to the two walking in. I have to look at the matches currently taking place, but I can't help it.

One is naturally a familiar man.

But Ars' gaze was directed next to it, not Jean. I don't remember mounting the promise, so this makes sense. Because he said he would introduce you before.

That said, although I disagree with the way Ars called it, it's not that I can't read the air enough to point that out on this occasion.

More than that, I turn to the young man who walks one step further next to Jean. He was in the third game, but he couldn't watch it because he wore it with Ars.

Still, he is currently one of those who plagues Ferrinella. The information gathered was inconsistent. That he can't bare his strength because of my power difference. In the end, the wind system's first grade magic settled it. I can't even tell the suitability of the pedigree at the first level.

So Ars stretches to the area where the young man walking next door, red and black hair, is likely to hang on his eyes, and is served with a bunch of wave-like hair toward the top of his head. That even made me feel like Jean on the outside. Cut long eyes, brown mixed eyes, but with no intimidating impression I get some sincere temper. Does it have a character that is inversely proportional to the look of it?

It is also a fact that we work to gather information but we cannot gauge the propensity of magicians by their appearance alone.

It's been a long time.

Ars returns it to sarcasm. I fully understand that intention. Because Jean passed the information on so that no action could be taken.

"Don't say that, you've come this way," Jean, responding with a bitter smile, also seemed to see it as ironic. This is like a light greeting.

A young man, who was pulling a step back, advances to next door to Jean.

"Nice to meet you, Master Ars. My name is Phyllic Argane, and I need to know you. We heard rumors from Jean."

It's an elegant bow with your hands on your chest. I can even favor a gentleman's attitude.

Ars glanced at Jean for something extra, but immediately opened his mouth to repay him.

"I'm asking about you, too. Whatever it is, it's Luther Luca's Hope. Looking forward to fighting. And this is Loki, my partner. He's in the tournament."

I tried acting like that, but in the end I just want to get the second magic school victory finalized early.

A silent bow of grace is more perfect than a phillic - like being a first-rate maid.

"Nice to meet you," chuckles Fililic. Nothing can see through the laughter created.

"Yes! In doing so, I intend to borrow your breasts and I will do everything in my power to come"

…………

The voice was raging and ordinary, but Ars did not miss that the gaze raised Phyllic's eyes showed signs similar to his enemies'.

"We're talking about a triple digit, but are you also involved in a mission in the outside world?

"Yes, I'm not leaving my books because I'm just being accompanied to Master Jean's work"

"Jean did. You're putting the training on?

"Sometimes...... I don't want Ars to tell me more than that"

Because if they did say that, they coached the two of us and gave us partners.

"Nevertheless, I didn't know Jean was training or that you had the dexterity to grow backwards."

This is something I can tell myself, too. On the contrary, I even think I'm not for it. But right now, words mean nothing.

Jean, who was told that, is more surprised than angry. Als should also know that he coaches each unit as an instructor. I talked about it in a joint operation a few years ago but wondered if I'd forgotten.

But - I immediately understand that my voice has risen from next door.

"Ja, Master Jean is better than you...... Yikes!!," said Philyrick, roughing up his voice, interrupting the words along the way. Because the chops were swung down overhead.

"So you... haha"

Felik was looking back at Jean with a doubtful look as he could pull his hand in.

"Ars, give me a break about that."

"Oh, right. I was just kidding too."

With a smile on his face, Ars conveys his acceptance. For now, it would just have been nice to have a little souvenir. I don't feel as angry as you called me. Loki behind it was also plain because she had her eye on it beforehand. It would be desirable if this were not the case, but this is something that generally fails to discriminate between good and bad.

Phyllic must have thought Jean had been ridiculed and turned upside down. It's supposed to be a story of no other love between singles. I could see at a glance that it wasn't simply because I was an opponent. So I used Jean to hang the sickle first. Anyone would learn to be angry if a single from his own country was ridiculed, but to his eyes I get a personal impression.

I mean, I guess Phyllic admires Jean. As you can see from the fact that you are training, that is not just because you are a single person in your own country.

"The game won't be over yet, and I'll let the referrals be around here, Ars. I put a lot of work into it."

"Oh, that's a hard thing to do on purpose"

"It's true I wanted to introduce you!? I couldn't refuse with instructions from above."

Jean showed up here on purpose to hustle and tell that he had a relationship with a single magician. To prevent solicitation, if I say so. That's what it seems like Ars' partner Loki won't be able to hang his solicitation whether he's an athlete or not.

It is possible that Ars himself will have a voice.

In a way, if Ars and Loki were to solicit something like a set, a magician with a deep relationship to a single, how much solicitation could be called acquiescence, and it could just not be done. Although it is a delicate border only this time.

Ars will try to make an evil push that Luca Führer Lithia may have mentioned it anyway.

"Okay, okay,"

"That's why we're going back. See you later (...)"

"Dear Ars, if we compete by patrol, could you please turn over the # 1 seat to Master Jean in case I win?

"............... Hey!

"I don't mind, but I mean, all you have to do is tell him to do his best."

It was Jean who plugged his arm between him and the snorting Phyllic.

"Wait. I cannot accept that. Let me say this as a single magician for Luther Luca, not an individual. It is demons that are hostile, not humans. Let me retract this fool thing."

Jean bowed his head deeply to Ars. Duels, promises, other people interfere and rebel.

"Dear Jean..."

"You shut up!

"That's right, Jean, isn't that just a joke? If I give up first place, I'll just roll it up."

Ars laughs bitterly like a mockery of shallow phillilics.

"You're as solid as ever in a place like that."

"Well, I'm sorry. Before this guy says any more stupid things, I'm gonna let him just disperse."

Ars lightly raises his hand and agrees.

Phyllic bows down with intimidating eyes and returns his heels. Those eyes had no retraction. Instead, they had depressing regrets. That's against the lapse of letting Jean bow his head.

Als lifted his cheeks gently, pointing his gaze at the game field early from his distant back.

"Was it also something interesting?

"Well. I thought Jean was raising a funny guy."

"Is that it? I'm not going to tolerate that attitude again, even if Ars forgives me."

I stared ahead, leaving sharply with an indignant look. That Loki would have been able to restrain herself a little more if this was a single interaction. In terms of combat capability, the # 1 Ars are the top of the list, and we should be respectful, but we are not in a position to say so much about our partners because they are more than equal in position than they are in representing other countries. Regardless, it's not hard to imagine that your intestines are going to bring in boiling thoughts.

I laid my hand on Loki's head in such a battle posture and whispered in such a low voice that I could not hear him around.

――――

"Because there aren't a lot of guys who try to be foolish when they know I'm number one, and I'm somewhat interested to hear Jean's working out"

After all, it is certain that the colors of those who teach mix. What we are teaching Tesfir and Alice now is what Ars has learned independently in the outside world to efficiently crusade demons, and there is no choice but to be influenced by a combat style that incorporates otherwise useful.

One of them was the first to thoroughly impart magic.

Ars said he took Loki back to the countermeasure headquarters.

Maybe we can fight in time.

Of course, he doesn't think it's okay to get off the first place seat if he's going to lose. It would be a laughingstock if a single were to lose, not to mention that strength is approaching double digits. That's why I can't even be big enough to be serious in a game.

Nevertheless, the original plan was to lose to Loki in the finals or to make a poor win. Even if you don't have to triple digits in front of a second magic college player or a student who will be watching the game, the college life is irresistible.

In the end, it's a digestive match, like a battle among your own people. I'd like to abstain because the point of entry is the same, but without good reason, they're going to end up painting mud on sacred matches. The idea is that even if anyone who knows Ars realizes that he has lost his hand, he will not have anything to open his mouth to object to.

(If you get a chance, will you tell Jean what the instruction is? Looks like it's time to go beyond the realm of the inexperienced. Oh, my God!

Is it because training has been fruitful that I am not feeling so bitter even if I spit evil?

When Ars arrived at the countermeasure headquarters, the interior was filled with tranquility. If you say so, it is like after the festivities.

Inside the countermeasure headquarters, Ferrinella, who sat in front of the desk with perseverance, glanced at the screen that had been reflected as she clasped her shoulders.

The lack of optimism also seems to persist due to wrinkles between the eyebrows.

"It doesn't look very fragrant."

That's what happened to Ferrinella, who didn't realize Ars approached her with concern for her surrounding eyes.

"- -!! Mr. Ars...... yes, hey, that doesn't change things that don't allow for prediction, but with all your good fights it's possible to rewind enough"

I can see some fatigue in my eyes. But with a soft grin that changed Ars in front.

"I've been seeing Phyllic from Luther Luca."

…… How'd it go?

"It would be more constructive if I dealt with them, as you would expect."

"Really, you haven't made any changes because even the estimates calculate it in the direction Mr. Ars is going to be dealing with. Then the problem is…"

Felinera looked back to the tournament table shown behind her.

"The question is who is going to make it to the main race,"

"Yes, Mr. Ars and Mr. Loki must be meritoriously elected,"

Yeah, well, the second magic school doesn't keep everything within four blocks. No matter how you fall in tomorrow's two fights, one of the boundaries of the 1st Magic Academy will be taken to the main race.

This will not change if the Ars crush the 1st Magic Academy players in tomorrow's game. The problem is best if you can beat it early in tomorrow's game, but you should avoid that more than your opponent is after to win too.

This shouldn't have happened if there was a chance I could hit Loki and win for sure. But roughly the same ranking if only the current ranking. It was impossible to launch a potential combat capability without measuring it. Simply because if Loki falls off early on the estimates after World War I, the addition of potential points will be diminished.

So as things stand, the second magic school can hit. The hand is to get three frames into the main race and beat them in the first round.

What Ferrinella is asking Ars is which Tesfir or Alice should be allowed to move on to the main race.

This is a troubling choice to know if you are in the main race, and the matches between the school students in the qualifying round are also to be able to make choices not to be made by the extraction of that college... If this is just a player, then you can make a decision in the presence of Ferrinella, but in her it was badly hesitated to take advantage of the two people Ars is coaching.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have either?" Ars continues with a little whisper.

"Tesfir is out if it's just the amount of magic, and Alice has effective magic for people. It's just that the two of them are still just rough shreds. Either way, regrets go hand in hand."

Ferrinella laughed bitterly at the saying that if they take risks rather than which is the best, they are both the same damage.

When it comes to Alice, I want her to run for office with both publicity, except for her selfish thoughts.

"I'll take care of the area. You should just avoid games."

Because Ars has one sentiment, and he knew that the absence frame of the main election could serve as an understudy.

Felinera nods without raising a voice of doubt.

Seven players won their third game in the first year of the club today. I also feel spared just good grades without any more.

Because after tomorrow there will be a match between the same school players.

But there are no signs of melancholy dust. The breathtaking students will do their utmost no matter who hits with whom.

Ferrinella, who watched it from a distance, broke happy. He said it seemed better to let him play if it wasn't for both Tesfir and Alice.

If you don't know if you can stand in the same place next year, I'll make you memories. Not just because I'm a leader, but because I felt like an endeavor as an upper class student.