- That's it, the recap is over.
"... but I still don't know, how did this happen...!?"
Once again, Irene looks around where she woke up.
High, long walls that circle the sand-only ground. The walls are erected with an unmade weapon, with both iron open doors on the front and behind them. Other than that, it's just a killer landscape with sandy fields. It was like an arena.
But it is all women who are pushed into the dusty squares.
Some people wear thin costumes that are not very visible to light black skin, or dress similar to Eileen's, or have no sense of unity. I can only predict that you are a passenger on the same ship as Eileen.
"Didn't they kidnap every ship? Still, it does. Where is it, here?"
The first thing I woke up to was Serena flashing her face with her hands. Lilia, who had just woken up, also opened her mouth.
"Hey, Master Eileen, what are you doing here?"
"You shut up! I'll fill your mouth with sand!
"Dear Eileen!
Rachel came back out of breath, waking up almost at the same time as Eileen and going to talk to the women around her.
"Ha, it's tough. When I spoke to everyone around me, I told them that this is the Kingdom of Ashmeil, and that all the women here plan to enter the rear palace of the Kingdom of Ashmeil - Dear Eileen!?"
Lilia glistens her face all the way to Eileen, who knelt on the ground with her knuckles.
"I knew you were here in the Kingdom of Ashmail! I mean three."
So you don't shut up.
The sound of bronze rings with the air frightening and trembling. At the same time I heard cheers from across the wall.
As you look down at the square, there's an audience sitting on a fan-shaped step across the wall. Men in long clothes with turbans wrapped around their heads are sitting down on a bench made of stone. He was wearing jewels or just a bunch of good-looking people.
"... what is it? Even the auction for the kidnapped woman?
Serena snaps uncomfortably. Rachel raised her voice like she was in a hurry.
"Dear Eileen. Let's name it. Such imitation is unacceptable."
"Why don't we call it a demon instead? So you just have to say goodbye."
"... I can't. If this is really the Kingdom of Ashmeil, you can't call the demons."
Rachel and Serena blinked. Irene continues bitterly.
"The Kingdom of Ashmeil is the kingdom of the Holy King - a kingdom protected by holy power. All sorts of magic and magic are nullified. You can't let demons in."
"... but Master Eileen..."
"Rachel, remember. Why have we been summoned to Queen Housel?"
Because the kingdom of Ashmeil suspected the invasion that the empire of Hermeia had cast a demon dragon on it.
Rachel holds her mouth all the way, Serena lurks her voice.
"I mean here, in the middle of an enemy country......?
"If Lord Irene finds out she's the Crown Princess...!
fiancée of the Crown Princess and the Second Prince of a country suspected of aggression. Well, hostages, worst of all, are the only ingredients for a declaration of war. Guards, samurai, etc. would be killed first.
You don't have to say it. You know what, Rachel blues her face and Serena claws her mouth. Lilia is the only one who smiles.
The copper tongue rings again. With applause and cheer, one man sat on the highest seat. The man who took up the wedding ring on the boat earlier.
"Quiet. Some of you might want to call me that."
Eileen knew the face of a man weaving a long coat colored with jewels.
Only one person, protected by soldiers and allowed to sit in the deepest seat surrounded by stone columns.
"The rest of his name is Baal-Shah Ashmael. The Holy King of Ashmeil is all I have left."
Ashmeil Kingdom.
A nation that boasts an absolute defense with no magic, where a king with holy power reigns. The name of that king at the apex there is Baal-Shah Ashmael.
He is the Lord and Holy King of the Rear Palace - the lass boss of "Legalia 3 of Saints, Demons and Maidens," who will eventually take over his body by the Demon Dragon and destroy the Kingdom of Ashmeil, the man.
(How can this be... more than...!
If there is a human being who remembers a previous life, Eileen first doubts his sanity. But it's a difficult position that I can't deny completely more than I remember myself.
or so, this world is the world of a maiden game called 'Saints, Demons and Maidens Regalia' played by Eileen in her previous life - that's what I explained, and it's unlikely you'll understand. Currently, there is no one who understands and only one dangerous person, Lilia Rainwers, who calls herself a player and enjoys the world entirely as a game.
But even though it's a game, it's not like I can save it or go around it. The progression of the clock needle is always brutal and cannot be redone. Most importantly, there's something I can tell you because Irene should already be dead in the game.
This isn't a game, it's a reality, it's a life.
"I am honored to have the opportunity to enter the rest of the House."
So if you don't like what's happening now, you can't even throw the game at the wall.
, and Serena's eyes, who scoffed small, were completely seated.
"What are you talking about to your kidnapper?
"I want to agree to everything I can, but now be discreet and quiet, Serena. Everybody."
"But we can't all just be equal. If you get the rest of the favor, you can be the Mother of Nations, and I want to sort out quite a few of them. So let me take your qualities off first."
Baal, with his cheek wand on the stage and looking down at this one, waves one hand gently. Then he signaled it, and again the copper clang three times.
The door directly in front of Irene and the others - the iron door directly beneath the seat where Baal sits - opens with an unpleasant sound. Coming out lukewarmly from beyond that dark door, it was transparent and huge - tentacles, perhaps - enclosing colors that could not be said to be green, red or blue.
Several women whimpered their throats at the mucus that fell off the tip.
"It's shaped like a monster, but it's sacred. Melt the magic and reveal who it is but remains."
Baal explains whether the women's fright is funny or in a tone that includes a grin.
"The power of holiness does not harm man. If you truly belong to the Holy Spirit, you don't have to run."
That being said, I'm so sorry to break through the gap in the iron door. That chunk just looks like a monster. Even though he had no hands, no legs, no torso, only his eyes moved slightly inside, and he looked down to ordain the women. The mucus that falls every time it moves looks like a tongue nod.
"Ah, Master Eileen. What shall we do?"
"Thanks again, nothing stands out, I just have to run away. I'm gonna slip before that door closes."
The first chunk crawls out the door with its jaw. Rachel and Serena nodded back, but only Lilia pointed her lips dissatisfied.
"This is a selection event for the Back Palace, right? Let's clear it, Master Eileen. We can afford it, absolutely."
"What are you going to do with it! Come on, you see reality!
"What, it's just no different than an inspection. What, the mucus makes my clothes fall off, but it's just a pastime."
I mean - if you grab it, you're naked in all these eyes.
(No way, it's an audience for that!?)
Baal said all the same that if the lady in the deep window asked, she would faint as she was.
"You guys are more than just going into the backyard. There's no reason to reject what you're saying is better."
The finger sounded right.
Lumps spread sideways like nets, coming from overhead. The women scream and the audience cheers. Serena screamed.
"It's harmful, what are you going to do!?"
"... I'm gonna run anyway! Now the front door is open."
"Hey!!"
One of them just got caught can hang high. Eileen looks back as she was about to run for the door where the holy fixture came out.
Eileen and I are the same old ladies. I hold on to my desperate, turning skirt, but my clothes fall out of the place where the sacred equipment teases me. Someone heard a tearful plea.
"Somebody, somebody help me! Who -!"
Up from the audience is the inferior wild, giggling at the whistle.
Bump, and something started flying inside Irene.
"Dear Eileen...!
Show me the holy sword and I will see who you are. I barely had the idea left, so I took the sword that had been left untouched. Kick the ground with high heels.
If we could break holy instruments made of holy power, only the same holy power.
With a flash, the lady fell to the ground. The chunks detached from the body disappear into the sand.
"Ah, ah..."
"Everybody, gather around the wall!
Stops the movement as if some of the chopped sacred objects flinched into Eileen's voice, which cleaves both wild and screaming. All those who had their heads in tears, those who had already been caught and crying, and the women who had been chosen as spectacles, watched Eileen.
"I'll protect you."
Irene, who regained her sword, flies to help the next one.
"Serena, Rachel, evacuate everyone!
"Ha, yes - everyone, come on over here!
"You say you run, you say you fight, which one..."
Despite a sudden policy shift, Rachel and Serena make a move.
Lilia laughed lightly at Eileen looking at the sacred object.
"It has to be. You're the hero."