Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Cicernia's reply to the inquiry was an unquestionable and flawless laugh.

There is no escape route for Ars if Beric asks for it with his eyes as well. This is just an explanation, and I will try to arouse you by telling you that it was for this role that you were called to this occasion.

Shift your seats so that the two in front crack.

Ars went in between and began to open his mouth as he scratched his back of his head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first thing you will associate with hearing of bad eating will be the catastrophe of the past. Let me be brief, as some of you do not understand until that detailed part. First, if demons eat people, this has the purpose of increasing their power through the absorption of magic. Activates cells, so to speak, the evolution of the species. If you fail to crusade in any country because the higher the magic you absorb, the more dramatic the evolution, you should do your best to let the highest magician in your squad escape. Because if you are a normal demon, you have a long period of time to replace the absorbed magic as your own. It is normal to eat one, often two. In the meantime, the magician's magic, which died at the same time as rigidity after death, falls out as a remnant outside the body in about twelve extraordinary hours, so the demon instinctively tends to absorb the quality of magic, the high quantity, preferentially"

The greatest disaster of all time is progression due to estimated SS rates. Initially, he changed his appearance visibly as a result of his predatory behavior during the crusade, which increased his viciousness. From this to what is called ready-to-eat absorption [bad eating].

At the time, there was so much confusion in the directive system that the territories and boundaries were so vague that we could not call them seven countries. It caused the worst that first place would die and be absorbed by demons so as to applaud it.

Looking over your historical face, making sure you're following me this far.

"Bad eating seems to be developing abnormally somehow the organ that replaces it. If you compare it to a human, it would be a digestive system. Hundreds of times the same time, probably with individual differences, but more than a hundred absorptions at a time. Rate it, two or more steps."

The pale face would be due to a living uncomfortable explanation. Even the S rate is a crisis of national survival. Dealing with it in one country doesn't even give you a sure chance of winning in terms of causing a lot of damage.

It could be comparable to the SS rate, which is a two-step, or past, comeback.

"You can't be optimistic, but you'll be quick to despair. First place was eaten in past catastrophes, but in an individual's view, even first place at the time is presumably about the current double digit. So much modern magic can be said to be advancing. I don't even want to think about the lowest S rate just for the information I'm currently finding out... it's going to be hard."

Regardless, I can't even apply the demons of the time as they were, but it would be wiser not to speak on this occasion.

Since the catastrophe, the number of demons of the new species has continued to increase, to date exceeding 300. Still, dozens of confirmatory reports are published between countries each year. I can also see this because of the improved quality of magicians, but I still don't know the truth. In part, there is still the view that it is a unique evolution, or a mutation due to co-eating.

"It's called bad eating to absorb all that enormous magic. You don't leave the hypothetical realm, but a report exists that also says that this is a dependence associated with digestion. But I can't approve it theoretically because of the findings. This means that bad eating doesn't replace everything in your body, even if it can be absorbed. Of course there is no certainty. It may be a snake foot, but the point is, if you can even buy time without knocking it down, your word. If we retreat, we can call it a success... maybe."

"Is this the place," he concludes, "Ars takes a step back because he doesn't seem to have any particular questions.

How good would it be if we could keep going to the door?

I feel my body leaning more than a feeling door, but it's a trivial resistance projecting Ars' will.

A variety of reactions, such as picking fingers between eyebrows, rubbing your forehead and shaking your face to the left and right, but what they all have in common is that you won't rest until you hear Ars' opinion.

"Immediately assemble your magician forces from all over the country in Balmes."

"Then you'd better limit yourself to more than two digits of magicians."

Proposals for measures begin to be put forward orally, but we were not finished talking about Cicernia yet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's first ask Lord Hortal for confirmation. Sharing information is important, and you will have a better idea of the current situation in the Balmes countries of the parties......... First of all, Lord Hortal, have the bodies been recovered?

The gaze is simultaneously directed at the hortar, which, as we thought, is dripping. Perhaps a motion without a moment's stray, like a queue, is not an intended reaction.

Doesn't even start by not knowing exactly how dangerous it is to put in place measures, not least. All of that expression had a desire to be some kind of mistake. And if I could, "I recovered the body," with this one word, I would still be saved.

Such a pale expectation could be played with a definite sound in front of me like a blister.

In gloomy silence, Hortal chewed to wrap his lower lip around him, keeping his eyes on the tabletop, shaking his neck slowly.

"There's only one returnee... The investigation team, which also collected them, has been out of contact for two weeks."

"Ah..."

A similar voice of discouragement leaked from somewhere to such a mourning, and no one in the room pursued responsibility. Already in the brain, calculations have been made to increase the odds.

There are only three heads of state on this occasion, including Beric, the head of the army and the head of the army, so it could be said that the majority of those who cannot make up their minds in a single existence.

"By the way, Ars, how much power would you hit?

Ars placed a beat behind his back, staring at the back of his shiny brunette's head on Cicernia, which was sedated to the air that began to clutter.

I wonder if this Führer, who doesn't even turn to his face, enjoys the reaction around him in his own remarks, a tone that even songs seem to sing out so much that I don't know what to think.

"A single magician will have to let it all out, won't he? I can't deny the lack of information on the demons, so I surrounded them with up to a couple of digits, and with the top magic simultaneous radiation from the remote. Is there such a thing as how it looks? Just limited time, and even if you could crusade if you were approached near the defensive line, you'd have to be prepared for the Balmes Half Break. Perhaps more than half of the single magicians can't make it home alive."

Hortal, stunned with fat sweat on the balmes half-baked, kept his words unspinned as he lifted his rough breath. Which head should I bow now? It's only when I think of my native country that I've acted in secrecy, but I never expected it to be so damaging, my ignorance is even horrible.

That's something similar in other countries. We have one single magician in our own country. Fear of losing it, assuming we succeed in the crusade, the power of the country will decay and we will have to defend ourselves thoroughly for a few years.

It may still be good in a few years, the existence of a single magician is so overwhelming. Perhaps it is more likely that no magician of the same quality will grow up within the living.

But Cicernia, calm enough to take anything unusual in that, emitted like a kusli laugh.

"You're not in there, are you?

…………

Cicernia continues, taking this silence as an affirmation.

"Isn't Ars capable of crusading?

"No, just good and discussed..."

The word is blocked, and here it is. Rick remembers it in white.

"The Zentray you recaptured accomplished the S-rate crusade on its own. You can't lose easily."

"Become! That...... we have to form a crusader on a massive scale for the s rate. Alone..."

True and false voices quickly blur their asses powerless. The man, who turned his attention to the surprising atmosphere around him, saw in his eyes a genuine desire for it to be so, not denial, uniformly.

After swallowing all the saliva in his mouth, the man goes on and on with all his proposals.

"So, if there are eight single magicians joined by Lord Ars, the crusade is a certainty?"

"Yes," "If we force at humanity's strongest," "if we don't also form a support force," "why have we ever kept the feat of single-handedly destroying S-rates..." "Yeah, I don't care about that. We need to make the chain of command fully operational and set up an operational headquarters immediately."

Not only did the unconscious heavy towns say they found a glimmer of light, but they made their eyes shimmer.

"Who said they would join. I'm sorry to bother you like that."

"Hey, what the hell!

I could say that the voices that simmer my anger are quicker to rebuild than those who have been distracted around me.

But I can't be an inconvenience without thinking with Ars.

"That said, even the precious materials of each country are caught in the war when the tower of Babel falls. That's right. Wouldn't that be sneaky?"

Somewhere I heard a gibberish rubbing my teeth together.

The gaze of nature and Ars is also drawn to explore the origin of the sound.

He gripped his fist firmly on the desk, staring at it but doing it with a cool face, and looked at it to the next seat about two times. There, Jean is cramping his cheeks so as to suppress his desire to look up to heaven behind Lithia.

The next person to open his mouth was Luca Führer Lithia, who could follow Jean like that behind his back.

"So, Lord Ars. Is it possible to negotiate with money to get you in?

"- Don't be stupid! You're calling me a mercenary!

Ignoring such an impudent statement, Ars replies.

"Master Lithia, I'm not interested in money."

"So what..."

and get to the negotiating desk. No, there are some verses that I'm guiding. For the Führer, I could afford to make him feel like a business genius.

But I guess it was the same Führer who blocked the words to frustrate his nose.

"Mr. Lithia, can you leave that area with me?

It was unusual for Cicernia to fan-covered her mouth with a smile on her face, with a strong repellence in her eyes.

And he said, "Just fine," and raised his voice lightly.

"What about undertaking this progression in my Alpha?"

"Whoa!

As Cicernia stood up and walked over, she lifted her mouth closer to her ear and hid it with a fan.

"I'm not going to do anything wrong. If you don't mind, you can say no. Instead, the eyes of Providence should treasure your willingness to research."

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Ars glanced at the sound of the compelling words he had included. Nor did I expect a response from the immediate removal of my face. That's the only way to wait silently for your ex-post consent.

The Demon Eye Holder was at the top of the list as a research subject, only to have expectations that the Demon Eye held by Lynne, who is not present here, would bring useful information as an Ars research challenge.

Bellick also follows as he publicly declares that he is chewing one on it.

"Assuming you don't take it, the Magic Goodwill Games of the Seven Kingdoms will be cancelled."

Bellick's sarcastically mixed assertions shifted direction by the other's response - no, for Ars, it should be said that he orbited the main line.

"What are you talking about? Can you keep playing games like this?"

"That's the condition to undertake. Of course I promise to crusade responsibly. But if they refuse, Alpha will abandon the offer of a single magician."

"What a little girl!

"There are two choices. Crusade in all magicians missing first place. The other is a crusade in the Alpha One country that can incorporate first place. In our country we have decided that the latter has a high chance of winning. You can take it from Alpha."

Urge the inevitable presentation. This alone would have been a huge rebellion. Cicernia added as a drop point.

"But then we won't be able to dispel your anxiety. As a stone in this case, you should build a single line of defense with the exception of Alpha in the line of defense, which also means insurance."

A monologue sprang up that could also be taken as stupidity instead of raising objections to Cicernia, who rolled up early in the arrow succession.

"Then if Lord Ars is absorbed..."

"First place didn't seem to be the absolute protector of humanity. You're like a mercenary."

Beric drank such a cup. I can also take it as a defense because I know a person named Ars more than a single magician in my own country is insulted as the governor who put him out on the arrow.

"I guess it would have been"

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"He can already volunteer to retire, not military if he wants to. In that case, we would have had to try a crusade with little chance of winning, but now we are still a magician who places himself in the army as the nation's holding power."

Ars was listening with bitter thoughts to Beric's words.

Sounds good when it comes to advocacy, but I'm pretty sure it's a word to make Ars recognise his responsibilities as a military man.

"So this is the option Alpha can offer. I guess that would be the end if the Ars were defeated. But in a crusade without Ars, the odds are good, five minutes, and if one is eaten, that's it. I'm not just saying anything with simple force. It's not like a single magician can crusade together and show off his power. Compatibility of systems, collaboration, and the lack of this can be said to halve power in a battle of singles. I don't have much time, so I can't help it. Then it would be best to turn the squad around in Alpha or Lusarca, which holds two single magicians. This would be more apt for Alpha in a simple order. The fastest way to move is not with Balmes or Iberis, but with Alpha."

No one could argue against this. However, it is also true that it is not satisfactory.

Though the outside world was a risk, it was too much to decide cheaply.

Bellick finds comfort in the fact that he has no objections. In terms of experience of collaboration, it is equal to new America such as Ars. I guess if you consider standing around as knowledge and adaptability, you won't take a pull, but since many military personnel value practical experience, it was obvious that if you were poked there, you would be impoverished.

Still, I had enough confidence and grounds to push it through, but it's the same reason why I can't fight with it in my mouth.

Is it not enough to make me snort as an acceptance of consent?

Cicernia looks with satisfaction at the air that is likely to be illusory that it was heated by the heat of wisdom.

"Let's do this, then. Alpha turns his squad to a bad diet as a scourge while he rallies his battle forces around singles from all over the country to Balmes. Investigate the demon's power and switch to crusade if it is determined in the field that it can definitely be stopped. Exactly. Ars would make it possible to escape. Damage to information-gathering should be minimized. Bring home the exact information and intercept it with all the singles."

The derisive phrase, "How about it," had a thorn on it that tells the outside that it compromised so far.

It is clear from everyone's eyes that this is a trick. In the unlikely event, however, we can escape the pursuit of liability issues. I hope it doesn't perish, too.

That would be my wish if you would defeat me. It is the pinnacle of stupidity to deliberately commit the risk of losing one's own single. However, it is equally foolish to retain the power against immeasurable threats.

In the end, I wish I could take it down, but I just lacked enough material to present it from my mouth to be sure it was the right answer.

It was united by the passivity of wanting to get on with it if everyone agrees in a country where there is no governor with supreme decision-making power over the military.

Everyone on this occasion has the question of how capable of fighting a young man named Ars - no, he's as old as a child from them - is. That's why I came all the way out to the tournament now.

The ranking of the single is also the difference in force as it is. However, the order of first place is that there is no stronger person, so it cannot be measured.

Without knowing you have hope at a time when you're thinking about this.

I don't have the faint sight of consulting with my surroundings.

Neglect (Maba) and others began to see the consent of the chief, pulling his mouth firmly together as if it were his own will.

"Okay, so I'm glad it's a match"

Against the wrap-up of Cicernia, a voice was raised flat in a remote place.

"May I ask you one thing about that? There's also a Jean representing Luca here. Incorporating him into that scout unit will also increase your chances of success as a scout. Mr. Cicernia, I don't know."

Offer from goodwill, but no one in this knows its sincerity. Because I'm out buying the most dangerous assignment.

"That's a very grateful offer, Mr. Lithia. But considering the likelihood that we won't be able to work together as Governor Beric said earlier... and now that I've learned the instructions, that's a waste of time (...)... I hope you don't mind."

Is it because the other person is Lithia that you are angry with? But there was no one to let his mouth break in, just rattling his throat at at such a leopardy, sinister atmosphere of worldly beauty.

"Oh? Don't you know Mr. Cicernia? Lord Ars and Jean must have fought together in a joint operation with us before. So you're not worried because we know each other as collaborators, are you?

It's the tone of a little fool who made an oil in the fire.

Soon Cicernia wouldn't respond to the selling word with a buying word, not because Jean eared it to Lithia, but because she was simply spinning the material back full in her brain. But for private reasons, I lowered my drinks.

But what was not necessary was that Cicernia also heard a little bit of ear punching.

That's because no consideration has been given to Jean not being asked. My mouth is a little too far apart to punch me in the ear, and the volume of my voice is not that of a secret story.

I'm sending it out to sound deliberate.

So the word "AWR" was enough for Cicernia to fucking laugh at people's bad faces.

"Apparently Lord Jean takes time to prepare for the battle, and I wonder if this story is over, Mr. Lithia. It's a waste of time."

It's a ridiculous sight from Ars, who was thorough bystanders. I guess there were places in Lithia that included it. I'm pretty sure it's not just harassment. But it's not like Jean hasn't brought an AWR.

In the end, it's a farce.

Cicernia turns to a cool smile and hides her mouth with a fan that is white and only slightly open.

Nevertheless, it is true that Ars has an incompetence that must be hidden. That's something Jean and I don't know, and now we don't need to know.

There seems to be no mistake in deciding that Cicernia is asking the Governor why he has to do that in this case.

I was suddenly thrown a voice from the Führer in front of me by Ars, who had been delayed in such thinking.

"Ars, this time I've decided to entrust the captain of the squad to you. Beric."

I guess I gave you a baton to the top of the army because you crossed your own realm.

"The squad is rallying Letty's troops. If that's not enough, we're already turning dozens of high-ranking magicians from Alpha right now."

Ars sighed so sick of it that there was no more. I am already talking about forming a team even though I have not yet agreed to it.

But Sisernia and Berrick seem to be sure that Ars was working out a plan closely after considering that he wouldn't move. There will still be something in addition to the eye of Providence.

It also works in a bad way to keep the tournament going in the first place.

Needless to say, I know it's a crusade order, but does it fit the cut? Anyone with a Demonic Eye Holder is fine, but not only is it limited to being the one who keeps himself just cooperating for research and is so controlling that there is no danger of a runoff, but he could be in the right position. In that case, it would be unrealistic to ask for cooperation without any return. On the contrary, just looking for it is a bone.

Ars doesn't even hate to hear it, he pounds his tongue.

"No, I don't want it. I'm taking some people from Letty's unit. And I need Mr. Lynne to work with me."

"Yeah, I don't mind. Lynne's detection is one of the best in Alpha. I promise."

Cicernia doesn't break the smile just like it's even in the calculations.

Even if it's all on the palm, it's not all in return for taking it to Ars.

"It doesn't work in the big zone, it goes with a minimum number of people. The departure..."

And I say, "Huh," and I leak. That the main battle was still impossible.

A general stood up and held his mouth together as he was belatedly smiling at some surprises.

"Wait a minute. Whatever it takes. That's too much insult. I've got my squad, about ten men, but use it."

Words are rubbed with anxiety to use, but Ars shakes his neck sideways.

Perhaps he's not the only one. If he's the one who cut the fire and the offer passes, a few must raise their hands.

"Fine, I'm not taking anyone out of my way this time. Not a bad wall of meat, but it would be a waste of time to be honest. Low rates in the belt should be considerably less numerous in a massive operation in Balmes. If that's the case, we should put him on the defensive line and scout the vicinity."

Ars' suggestion was targeted. Still trying to eat down, General. The officers who were about to keep the squad in the same way clogged their throats at the word meat walls, but their throats rang as if they had decided it was a matter for humanity.

The sound of closing the fan on the lid tore the air and the gaze concentrated on one person. The sound is a physical phenomenon, but it was grumpy.

Cicernia feels like she's been around the same thing.

"I left this matter to Ars. I wonder if you have time to challenge that decision."

…………

Gently bow your head and glance at the sitting general, nodding satisfied that there is no other disagreement.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Letty."

I nodded one with a rare, firm and fixed look for her.