Isaac's face, echoed by Rachel's proclamation, was by far the most spectacular.
The pitiful voice of Elephas echoes as the sound that erupts from across the conference room and screen grows to swallow.
'Um, my marriage to me is treated like a punishment game, it hurts me a little...'
"Uh, I'm sorry...... Um, well, uh, you know"
'Okay, then be Odysan's daughter-in-law, Rachel. No, with a bee. "
"You're kidding, Osama, think of the year! Mostly, that's how I get caught."
'So, but if Mr. Isaac helps, I'll marry Mr. Isaac!
At that moment when Isaac held his breath, the settlement was probably on.
Yet still trying to thank you, I guess Elephas is right, and Isaac isn't giving up badly either.
"Oh... what are you talking about - let go of me, Quartz!
"... backpack. Confessionals."
"Oh, right. Yes, let's be honest."
"Mr. Jasper, Mr. Isaac, you're weak on contracts and stuff, so let's make it now!
'Oh, right. Um, Rachel marries Ozisan if Isaac Boy doesn't cooperate with Miss Irene, and Ozisan if she does. Yes, Rachel. Sign it.'
"Hey, that would both be Osama! Wait a minute, don't turn your sleeve, Luc!
"Being confessed and proposing is a black history where children get screwed too..."
"... I don't have time. Be merciful and make it easier..."
"What the hell is going on here! Eileen!"
"Give up?
Irene cuts off with a smile. My heart doesn't hurt. It was Isaac who trumpeted Eileen's help by saying when.
The syringe of the backpack slowly approaches Isaac's left arm fixed to the quartz -.
"- Okay, somebody give me the world map!
Rachel slowly opened her eyes to Isaac's cry, which she finally conceived. Isaac, fluttering his quartz and backpack, takes a deep breath only once, spreading the map given to him by Zemes with his left hand on the table.
"Donnie, do you know where the power of that flying palace is?"
'By and large, I can imagine. But I don't know if it's helpless to modify it so I can move it. "
"Fine, I'll do something if I even know where we're going and how fast and where we're at. Other than that, let the demon look into it - I'll give you directions later, so I'll get back to you. Hey, out-of-town magician!
"Yes, what?
"You're the command tower over there. Don't worry, I'll destroy your hometown!
Elephas, who replied yes, is laughing irresistibly. Irene spoke unexpectedly.
"Thank you, Elephas. - That's a trick."
"Dear Claude, I am a proud sorcerer."
"Oh, you know, Mr. Isaac, I..."
"You signed Osama's paperwork! All you have to do is be quiet!
'Yes, yes! Um, I knew you were working with Master Irene. Isaac is me, the coolest, nicest, and I love it!
"I don't know, I don't know if I'm gonna die, idiot!
Screaming for defeat, Isaac slaps the Holy Stone. That cut off the comms.
Next to Isaac, who is exhaling for a long time, Irene stands.
"Shouldn't I say it's cool there and I won't let you die about it?
"All I can say is what I can say, I...... okay, five minutes."
"What are you talking about? You were there, and I lost?
Again, Isaac, with a long sigh, straightened his posture.
Contact the Holy King.
"Master Baal? But you won't be able to spill any more."
"The aerial palace is falling. Just a friendly reminder."
"- Are you willing to drop that on Ashmail?
Asking back, I'm convinced. If you drop it, you don't have to think about what you can do with that palace and what to do with it.
Slowly Isaac gave a thin grin.
"Don't drop it, it's falling. No luck, Ashmael."
If you are notified of that on purpose, the Holy King will have to move to defend his country.
With half a shudder, half a bitter laugh, Eileen raises one hand.
"Damn, I use everything I can."
"I don't want you to tell me it's just you and me."
Instead of the answer, palms clanked over each other.