Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku
Vicious Reporting
The next day, the fourth and fifth games were over, and the second magic school carried on as planned: three frames.
Iberis' players were also concerned, but this one was within a great deal of an assumption and had significantly reduced their numbers since the third round. Currently, the Second Magic Academy is in second place with overall points. The difference with the 1st School of Magic is enormous, because three years of the ministry suffered devastating defeat as well as the main battle, and in two years two of the Ferrinellas pawned to the main battle.
Third grade is wiped out. This was a decision I had made without waiting for the third day. Still, it must have been Ferrinella's spicy arm not having as much gloomy air as the first day.
It is natural that the players who will refrain from playing this game tomorrow should go to bed early after a brief meeting.
But naturally, three girls appeared in Ars' room. No surprise Ars just expected it too - though annoying.
The point is, which one of us should compete in the main game tomorrow, Tesfir or Alice. Loki said they came undecided as a result of making their own scattered concessions.
"So, I want you to decide which one of us should compete in the main game, me or Alice."
Tesfir's questioning was as weak as it was difficult to ask, unlike his usual belly.
Alice doesn't really want to ask you a similar surprised look.
That would be the case, too. Because which rating would give it an advantage or disadvantage. But that's what I call worrying.
"You don't make a big difference either. Personally, you're a nobleman. I thought you might want to compete."
"... it's not, it's not, but I'm fighting in college right now. You should be a candidate to win!?
"Well, so is that," Ars said, surprised not least in his heart. Is it just a good growth that I thought I had a tendency for selfish thinking? Although it is possible that I was bound by stereotypes.
But it doesn't change either way. Because Als predicts that we'll end up with a buddy.
"So I'm telling you I don't mind either. You don't have to be a winner, and if you're right, you deserve this fight."
Tesfir with a messy face like "what?". Barely Alice has succeeded in getting it done to the point of tipping her little neck.
And Loki, who naturally lowered herself to Ars' bed, was stroking her pillow with a satisfactorily reddish cheek behind her back.
"You haven't noticed?" I turn my gaze back silently at Ars' inquiry.
Was it confirmation that neither possessed the answer? As for Ars, that's enough to sigh.
"Predictably, even if you guys fight, it means me or Loki."
Ars probably would have kept his mouth shut. He looks back at Loki and puts it right back like he didn't see it.
"The players coming out of the 1st Magic Academy are stronger than you guys. So if I don't beat him in the first fight, our victory will almost certainly close at the point. I mean, you lose when you make it to the finals, on the contrary, if you finish with a win, you can go ahead and be sure in two years' games."
"So we're Loki in the first fight, even if we win, you're in the final?
Tesfir floated bittersweetly at the chief arce.
"Sure, Loki and I don't have a chance to fight as hard as we can and it's going to be a good study...... fia"
Alice is not expecting much either.
"You don't have to think hard. So I guess we can play the game we deserve," Ars said briefly, "but if they say we deserve more than two games, we can't help but lose more confidence.
"If you're worried about something, why don't you just make up your mind in the junket... maybe we can both get out"
That's why Ars didn't let the two of them play the game. If I say so, it is health preservation.
"What's that, what do you mean?
"Are you sure you don't want to?"
Reluctantly, Tesfir and Alice stuck their hands out against each other, not so bravely, but somehow stood up with their hands.
Raise your weak voice and shape your hands as you are.
The result is Tesfir's win. But I lurked my eyebrows to see seriously the hand that made my fist. "Is this okay?" You seem to hear yourself asking.
I hit my hand and I said, "Yes! Decided. A one-shot battle without grudges should be refreshing... then go home!
Loki was the one who was most surprised by the speed of this switch.
Loki, who was diving into the bed, decided to fall asleep.
"You're early tomorrow too, so just go home and go to sleep!
Slightly poke your forehead through the gap in your forehead.
Pushing the back of the girl who was unfortunately leaving, Ars, who chased the three, dropped his shoulders like he was tired and went into a bed warmed by human skin.
It's not a good time for a player to stay awake, even though it's in front of crossing dates in time. It's like exposing yourself to shame if you can't even manage your health. That's right. Ars is also a motto to sleep when he can sleep from experience. It is not very expensive in terms of priority, but it is a curtain pull for a day that can be struck and followed by nothing else at present.
♢ ♢ ♢
Time to reflect a thin orange outline on the ridges of the mountains. The hotel is naturally quiet and just before staff get ready for the early morning. Around 4: 00 a.m. I guess. The view is still panned by blue shadows.
Ars awoke from the feeling of unnatural foot carriers approaching.
That's why I walked up to the door before the intercom rang.
(That was fast)
It was Lynne Kimmel, dressed in a maid of honor with no wrinkles, who looked back at Ars, who opened the door with astonishment.
I lay my eyes down to admire when I soon regain my normal mind.
"Master Cicernia is here for you."
"Will you give me a moment?
Ars is quick to get himself together. That said, it's a college uniform just as it was when I came.
Ars opened his mouth to a slight sarcastic mix, not a good idea to blind after the leading Lynne.
"How was your day?"
"…… I wonder if you have an explanation from Cicernia."
Lynne pulls her cheeks so she doesn't notice how far this first place is looking through. Demonic Eye Probilebens' Eye...... A fearsome anxiety was attacking him that he would not outperform the demonic eye, also known as Alpha's Eye.
Empty doesn't make any difference to Ars. Originally it's like eight hits of stupidity. There is no benefit in hitting Lynne, a Cicernian squire. The nail I stabbed seemed quite brittle. In a rusty nail, it would mean it was far from a wedge just to make the tip chip. If you think about it, who would you blame for swallowing one or two bitter juices of stupidity?
No, it's not decided yet, so it's early.
Downstairs and into the corridor by the lobby. There's a door lined up to sit down, where Lynne passes through. They boarded a number of floating planes ahead of them. Carefully this also passes through the path and she pushes the unlocked button with her index finger.
On a plate that rises without even a vibrating sound, Ars arms up, relying on the wall.
"Is the Governor also present?
"Yes, Master Letty has already arrived"
Ars tastes no more headaches in that answer. I wondered how good it would be if it had been converted to heart damage.
"I wonder how long they'll wait"
The rectangular grand desk is already seated with majestic standing by the Heads of State and the Governor General, and the history of status close to it. Even a call by the Führer is too careless from time to time. Regardless of the likelihood of the situation needing so much urgency, then it was still congesting in each person's face that there was no explanation.
"Please wait a moment. One hasn't arrived yet. It's twice as hard to talk without him."
Alpha Führer Sisernia Il Aalzeit, the Ten himself who convened this time, is graceful and flickering without being afraid of the kind of eye that shoots out.
I presumed that the majority of those present on this occasion were probably matters relating to solicitation. The whole thing at the meeting will be known not only by the Heads of State. I can snort that the only alpha to hold a single will be desperate, but I can't overturn my decision at the meeting without having to match my mouth.
And even when I saw a few dry knock-sounds - the most powerful magician who showed up - there was a line of faces to the extent of "still".
Ars stood behind Cicernia, firmly fixing his expression and putting Lynne down, saying it was a more serious matter than he expected.
The fox.
The whispering blur is heard.
"So now that we have everything, shall we get started?"
I felt like I heard a grunt at last.
Ars rechecks the perimeter. If you look at it, all the heads of state were in place, and on this occasion you must have brought them to guard. The presence of a magician was allowed. And in it, the single magician is just Lettie standing next to Ars, and Jean holding back behind Luca's Lithia Toof Inflatta.
Neighbor Letty's usual innocence lurked the ringing and was upright with a mysterious face. It doesn't seem like a very talkative situation.
Before Ars, Cicernia, before Letty, Beric, the Governor General, has the dossier at his disposal, with a face that has never been more difficult. It was also blue-white.
Cicernia had a sharp cold smile - without even trying to hide it with a fan.
"Okay, well, things need to be sudden, so I'll skip the preposition. But the information that came into me does not confirm the details……… So, Führer Balmes, could you please explain to Lord Hortal?
――――
Sounds like a soft embrace. But the words unleashed remind me of a cold cut ice blade. Concentrate on the opposite side of Cicernia in a way that is not what everyone expected.
Next to the head of the Balmes, Hortal, an elderly woman moved her eyes only to the head of her own country. That also seems to include an indecisirable inquiry into what you have in mind.
"What do you mean, Lord Hortal? We don't even know why we were called here."
…………
Surprising gaze, Hortal tied his mouth to the words. The agony of no longer grills my back chillily. It doesn't matter how you fall now. Then you need to know what's in their hands and gauge the extent. How far do you know, or can you lay low with a smile?
"Ha, is that right? Shall I now tell you what I found out? Perhaps Lord Hortal will be remembered along the way. Reject me if I'm wrong. Governor Beric may have my mistake, too."
"Okay."
Bellick lays his eyes down.
At the same time, the sound of passionately closing the fan cuts off the mouth.
"You've been on a recapture operation in Balmes for about two months. It's a massive force formation, too."
Cicernia continues without waiting for the Hortal to react.
"From what I've heard, even the ninth single magician is incorporated... or not"
"What's wrong with that?"
Hortal returned to peep. The hands are firmly combined on the desk.
But the next Sisernian bomb released grinds such a look with a single blow. The same goes for the heads of state around them.
"Has the body been recovered?
――――――――
The rushing noise turned up silent in the gutters.
"What do you mean, Horta, Lord Hortal!
"What are you talking about, Lord Cicernia? My unit is still in operation. It's not uncommon if it can't be completed in two months. Balmes doesn't have enough magicians."
In response to Hortal, Cicernia pulled in a cold laugh and told him with no expression.
"I thought I told you. He said this was verified information. If you ask me, you're sending a few squads to continue. So let me ask you, when was the last time you spoke? I'm sending an inspector from my country."
"It is forbidden to interfere in any other country, no matter how many Führers"
"Now let me be clear. You think it's not forbidden to conceal demonic threats? It's not just about Balmes. I see it as treason against humanity."
"Gu......... even if it is..."
Cicernia blocks the words of the Hortal.
"Six A rates, and the Balmes army is wiped out on this... no, is there one survivor, sorry. I'm guessing you're right about this guy being a returnee."
"Why...... that"
"The dispatch of the investigation team was also interrupted and the damage so far is 400… the problem is the amazing fact that none of the bodies have been recovered"
"-!! What do you mean"
One...... probably the Governor General. Führer Balmes, a voice echoed across the street from Hortal in a core that would keep him from spitting out his congestion.
Iberis is located next to Balmes. What would have been expected if we had requested cooperation would surely have been avoided. No, it should have been possible to request cooperation even if it was not Iberis. That's why I'm angry.
"Do you know, if even one country is dropped, humans and others are easily ravaged? Balmes spit on his alliance. If there is an excuse..."
I asked him to fold the cage.
But...
"I don't have time for that right now. I've already spent enough time."
Anger at Cicernia's allegations. Governor Iberis lowers his floating hips. The eye remains firmly anchored in the fireflies.
"First of all, it's fact-checking. Neither do we know exactly what's going on. Lord Hortal, I don't want to hear about your metabolism. We need a quick response now. And to protect Balmes."
The old general of Balmes, who still cut a numb on the fireflies not trying to open her mouth, laid her forehead on the desk so that she could break her hips.
"A lifetime of immorality. No way things had developed so far, the information had been sealed off by Dear Hortal, Governor Gagarid, but no longer… No, as Mr Hortal, Sisernia said, it is already out of our hands"
I was resolutely looking back at the hateful face directed at me from the hortar.
As frightened by such a Führer, Cicernia releases a merciful gaze at the child.
Lord Hortal doesn't seem to understand the seriousness of the situation.
That's probably the same for other countries. Things don't even have a moment's respite. But it's a decision that doesn't suck. The fact that no magician's body has been recovered from an A-rate opponent is inherently a human crisis. That's because demons eat humans and absorb magic as their own thing and become mighty.
Being eaten by a magician with a lot of magic can lead to higher rates if it gets worse.
Only one single magician has been eaten in the past, and that is the catastrophe of about fifty years ago. but not so much because there are tentative magicians, past retired feats, whose strengths remain questionable when compared to singles. Compared to those days, magic technology has been overwhelmingly advanced and the number of magicians has swelled tens of times. It is difficult to believe that it can be broken without the cooperation of all countries.
"Lord Hortal, if I had disclosed it at the time I got the information, I would still have been saved...... bad eating (...), you know. I heard you were lost in the A-rate."
Not an earlier ratio this time. Even more so if the name sounds familiar and knows the catastrophe. He who pales his face, he who refuses to comprehend, he who leaves it to anger and waves his fist down to his desk.
Everyone hit a murderous gaze at Hortal, the beginning of an abominable reminder of the past.
Ars is in the mood to escape the scene to the worst of what he envisioned in his heart. Spend some time in your brain thinking about making it even with the magic of transparency.
"You! I won't tell you I don't know!
I can't afford to give them a name already.
"No, there is still the possibility of Lord Cicernia's apprehension. What do you say, Lord Hortal, let me hear it from your mouth? Either way, because of the veracity of the matter, sending an inspector is inevitable. It might be too late by then."
Führer Iberis opens his mouth. That was a gentle word to tell. Sometimes Balmes and Iberis are neighbors if you ask, and there are more opportunities for face-to-face encounters than in other countries. Sounds like a long time on this occasion, but that's what the Iberis Führer, Haorg Maison Jekoferes, has become of that person. The magnificent old man had his hair dyed by gray hair and his beard shaken slightly.
"Su... disclose everything. But I... until I took the means to avoid becoming a part of another country as head of Balmes. I know it's irrevocable, but..."
"Keep you under threat for your own sake and for the sake of your own country."
It wasn't one or two of them who opened their mouths like they cut off Guan for admitting it.
It was Cicernia who frustrated its nose.
"How about pursuing responsibility after we break the monster that threatens us?"
Silence descended and Cicernia looked back behind her back.
"Ars, can you briefly describe the bad eating?" and ask for consent as well. "Current magician # 1, Ars is familiar with a variety of knowledge as well as demons. Explain it to me."
Gather your gaze on Ars, but there is no such thing as insult. Because they know that the name Ars is hidden in the context of various technological innovations.
But Ars' gaze at the heart was toward Cicernia, and its components were, "Can I go home when I'm done?" That makes up the majority.
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