All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

One leg, kick the ground.

The place where the chickens had refrained is not far from the square.

The propulsion produced by the kicked up recoil is so powerful that it doesn't seem like a girl's thin feet. With your current fig leg strength, you can reach your destination in little time.

By magic, he is raising his' rank '.

A magic that rises in character as being, born out of a knowledge system that divides human beings by rank. Physical strengthening born from another concept than physical strengthening in this country. Ichiki overlaps the magic of his country with the material melee magic of this country.

The combined use of the two enhanced magic outweighs just one system. Of course, it would not be possible to use it together without understanding two or more knowledge systems, refining theories and ensuring that there were no contradictions, but Ichiki had digested and worn two knowledge systems in herself.

Magic is the product of wisdom and reason of mankind, the existence of a dungeon that is the opposite of what comes from man's emotions.

The accumulation of knowledge, which systematized perception and repeatedly branched by observation, trial and proof, but which mankind passed on to future generations, settled itself as a firm force by the magic of man. Every time one gains knowledge, one sets foot in the depths of witchcraft and develops it further by solving mysteries.

Quiet park square, surrounded by trees. The square is built from the outside, but my sister and the brave are there.

I was about to enter the square with hostility towards the brave man. It was a tick, but I was forced to stop.

"This is..."

There was a strong wall surrounding Park Square in a hemispherical shape.

Ichiki sees the composition at a glance.

It's not like it belongs to a chicken. This is the kind of junction a miracle user deals with.

Wall of Faith. One of the most useful junctions against demons. It is a strong secret of an otherwise unacceptable nature in terms of seclusion.

"The wall of faith, why..."

"Ri. This light wall is the protection given to the faithful. It is the crystal of faith."

Point a sharp gaze at the voices from across.

It was the woman wearing the monastic clothes who showed up. Extra decorative, no rusticity at all. On the other hand, I carry a big box of what's in my back.

Ichiki takes a breath when she sees a characteristic nun carrying a large load on her back.

"Ez an......?

"I don't know."

I don't know anything about it. But in this country, the name of Ez-Ann is widely known.

A brave, former fellow nun. It is the Virgin who gave authenticity by faith to the revolutionary movement of the defeat of the Empire.

Being here cannot be a separate matter from the coming of the brave. Ichiki looks at him tightly and looks at him.

"... I knew you were in the temple of this city, but I'm surprised you're imitating your fellow brave men again."

The title Virgin sounds good, but Ez Ann is a fanatic. That idea, stained with faith to the extreme, shows no interest in something called others. All of the thought circuits, codes of conduct, were based on divinity, and it should have been due to her own faith that she was one of the brave.

A man who gave himself to God.

Why is it now bestowing upon the brave?

"Heard there's a sad little girl in the land."

You mean my sister.

After I think so, I deny it's not.

The faith of Ez Ann and the presence of Ichiki's sister do not mesh at all. Otherwise, she couldn't have helped the revolution.

That being the case, the identity of the "sad girl from the past" and the person who did it is self-evident.

"… what is it about me?"

"BUT. Born exotic. Family lineage of the role of the child of wisdom. He was kidnapped closer to exile than his homeland, lost his stopover, and wandered without the opportunity of baptism. Hence the unemployed walking the dark road, the grief"

"Kind if sympathetic, thank you very much. Though it is my greatest grace that you unravel the bonds that are here and disappear?

"Our God brings a sign of salvation to the sinking girl, no matter the noble bitch of the Son of Man"

You're breathing, a voice so unchallenged that you doubt it. A totally immobile look.

A fanatic who has become a servant of God reaches out to Ichiki.

"Come on. In the church, baptize me"

……

I wondered what you were here to do, it was a religious solicitation.

Ichiki hides her uncomfortably distorted mouth with her sleeves, one step, and back off.

"I hate saints because of this."

I'm on my way to face, but I can't get through the conversation. Why bother coming to me when there will be someone else who should have as much as he wants to have as an invitation to the faithful. I don't completely understand the thought circuit. In the first place, intense believers have their own theories, so it's futile to want to know how to behave.

But I can't doubt the strength of Ez-Ann alone.

If Ichiki's sister is at the apex of an innate mystery, Ez Ann is what stands at the apex of an acquired mystery.

A nun who strictly observes all abstinence, passes the test of ordeal, and follows many commandments to rare the miracle of God. It's the extreme of a miracle beggar.

Turn toward the square.

How much time has passed since the brave entered here.

Continuing the questioning won't pave this way, I guess.

Then provoke me.

"As far as the extremes of heavenly walls stand, and the retreat of the earth, there is a Son -"

"Don't speak pagan."

deliberately, and something disturbing mixes with the voice of Ez Ann.

The boiling point is unusually low. But it's a reaction as expected.

"Heaven has created the earth. The only qualifications of the Son of Heaven are the vows and baptisms of the faithful, and the prayers that abide by the commandments. The teachings that name the Heavenly Son because they do not pray in heaven will haunt the power of God, and they can die."

"Shall I fulfill it? Tenzi Theory is a concept in the history of the world. In fact, you also have a son in this country, who should have been given the highest secret. Isn't that a god-recognized proof of what you say?

"Shut your heretical mouth."

In the palm of Ez Ann, light is born.

It's the light of purification. Originally, the secret of purification does not harm people. Because it is the power to destroy the devil that is different from men.

However, depending on the interpretation of doctrine, pagans, whether they are men or not, are 'demons' and can be subject to purification.

Ichiki stretches the boundaries of the fifteen formations with one breath. Visible black walls. The physical barrier softened, but Ez-Ann didn't give it a shot.

Stick out your hand in front of you with the light of purification, final recommendation.

"Disclaim heresy, retract it."

"Aha, I refuse"

To a voice that seemed to bounce if poked with a needle, Ichiki grinned like a large circle of flowers blooming.

Fluffy and rock the sleeves of exotic outfits, behave and tilt your little necks with your palms together, a word.

"Actually, I'm an atheist."

"Repent."

The light was emitted.

The light of purification hits the belt, going in all directions. The fifteen sorcery barriers deployed by Ichiki are eaten and attacked without remaining. It was a moment when I saw a stray that had lost its way to prevent it, hit it straight.

The light of purification slipped through the figs.

The unusual phenomenon of slipping through rather than being prevented. But Ez Ann is unshakeable. Squeeze not surprised but grunt at the communication of the boundaries of the Ichiki.

"'Hierarchy'"

"Thank you very much."

The most popular thing for forming a bond is to build a wall.

And secondly, make a distance.

Magic can make distance. Because there is no such thing as a knowledge system without the concept of 'distance'. "Heaven" and "earth", especially in earlier exchanges, occur more than a vertical worldview. If you make a high or low difference based on it, it's easy to empty the attack.

The visible barrier is the bluff. It is only by creating distance, deflecting recognition, and not delivering attacks that it is the true culmination of the magic that Ichiki specializes in.

But Ez-Ann has rightly purchased pagan knowledge only to vanquish against paganism.

If you don't know, you'll never get it, but if you do, it's easy to get out of the line. Measure height, measure distance, correct perception. You can build scaffolding if you want to go high, or stretch your magic if you want it to reach far away. If you can make a distance out of magic, you can crush the distance as well. Naturally.

But Ichiki wasn't going to give them that time.

Remove the mirror from the sleeve. It is not a polished mirror to reflect people. It is a bronze mirror for festivals, carved with intricate and strange texts.

It was prepared to trap the brave, but not the one to spare.

Pre-prepared magic equipment. Activate the highest ranking sorcery, starting with tools that have sharpened the worldview of old knowledge concepts.

"lattice torch tetratheoscope"

I didn't make resistance while I let it.

Ease Ann is sucked into the bronze mirror at the same time that Ichiki celebrates Genesis.

This is one of the extremes of juxtaposition.

Height and distance and walls. If we can understand those three theories and generate them with magic, we can create a 'small world'. In addition to that, the chicken distorts the internal perception, putting up the technique whereby the internal sensation becomes curved. That's how he knocked Ez Ann into the simulated infinite closure world he created.

Even if I'm trapped, I can't get out easily. I am proud to say that it has resulted in a vicious junction of so much nature.

"Is it a success?"

However, I am not the one to be caught off guard while trapped at the extremes of the junction. It's odd that you're trapped in a closed world in the first place, but the wall of faith that was stretched out on Park Square hasn't been lifted.

……

Look carefully into the bronze mirror. I was going to explore the situation of my opponent within the conjuncture.

Moment after moment, a voice echoed in my head.

"Show me who you are."

It is the sacrament of a mystery that reveals a person's condition.

The situation failed to swallow.

Ichiki's thoughts are confused by the sounded voice and content.

For a miracle user, the symbolic sacrament of teaching becomes a weapon.

But why does the voice of Ez Ann, thrown into the closed world of all distances and sensations, of the figs made with the walls, reach you?

That shouldn't be a secret sign of offense in the first place. Thou shalt shew thyself, the sacrament that boreth a man's condition. It is used in the temple for diagnosis. It is so harmless that the head makes a judgment that there is no point in preventing even figs.

That, should have been.

……

The junction that was locking Ez Ann up, turns it upside down.

In the eye of Ichiki was the world of mirrors. Labyrinth, where the moment and the perception and distance of vision transform. It's a closed world we've created since the brave showed up.

I was trapped in my world so that I could show off the ties I had created.

The look on the face of the chicken stains with agony. It's not a good idea that your boundaries have been inverted and locked up. But more than that, not knowing what was done was the biggest problem.

"Why, like this...!

"Give them the opportunity to convert. Repent your heretical life. Step through your life. It is the exams that enlighten us."

Ez Ann's voice echoed again on the head of a strawberry seared by agitation.

Teasing, he made a noise, and a bronze mirror rolled on the ground.

There is no such thing as a girl with dark hair exotic costumes. Owing to his own business, he is confined within the boundaries he has stretched out.

Her defeat is one thing.

"There are no walls that hold back faith, no distances that cannot reach prayer"

That firm belief twisted the concept of distance.

And the sacrament that I said earlier and dedicated to the heretical girl. The wording that bores a person's condition, in the extreme, becomes a celebration that reflects life. If you speak with that intention, it will be a holy phrase that will pin your own cause on the other, lead you to your inner world, and encourage you to penance.

As a result, the heretical girl was trapped in the closed world she had created.

To the copper mirror rolling on the ground, Ez Ann does an untouched gaze.

Interpretation is a magical user who relies on academia. There is no such thing as a faithless power, or God's protectless opponent.

Further rigorous trials should be imposed for the conversion of exotic girls. The ritual of purification is strictly more pure and reveals the glory of God. It was time to try to utter a new sacrament in order to impose a twofold and a test.

"Is that it, seniors?

Ease Ann's move stops when he tries to put a further chase on Ichiki with utter goodwill.

It was the regular Mr. Sister who was there.

"Uh..."

I tried to throw up a lot of stupidity today under a slave girl, and Mr. Sister, who happened to run into a senior at work, cheeks at the awkwardness.

Ez Ann is a senior at work.

And she basically only acts with the commandments. Secret users are roughly so, but Ez Ann has different digits. It is equal to being challenged to study every day, as it embodies a life of what divinity is.

"Furn."

"Yes."

"... Enough"

"Uh, what is it?

"If you look at your cause, it will be full penance. Enough."

"Ha."

Mr. Sister, called by name, tips his neck to the words of a senior at work whom he stumbles upon. While I think you're still a hard person to get through the conversation and can't read, I've decided it wouldn't be a good idea to go through. Today I give up going to the slave girl, and this incredible senior raises the only topic of interest besides the code of conduct that accompanies restraint and commandments.

"I don't know, seniors, but if you're free time, would you also do it in a divine debate?

"Not bad"

To Mr. Sister's words, Ez-Ann took out his hand-held divine scriptures with no hesitation. The box she carries is tightly packed with books. On paper with a cover larger than a person's face, more than five hundred paragraphs attached to a book. All thirty-four volumes of handmade copies of the original scriptures, and many other doctrinal doctrinal dictionary interpretative thesis books.

And Mr. Regular Sister was loading them all up just to create a topic with his faceless predecessors. By the way, she works for the temple for the treatment of people, so nothing. Faith isn't so strong, and I'm not interested. I'm only hobbying with my colleagues' seniors.

"So, Senior, why are you here?"

"That's... that's enough"

"Really? Well, if you like seniors, that's fine."

Ease Ann, shoulder to shoulder with the regular Sister, unraveled the wall of faith that she was placing lightly on Park Square for.

Leaving the trapped chicken alone, he headed to the temple.

When the chicken is left in a phrase trapped in its own junction.

In the square, brave men and slave girls were facing each other.

"Hey."

……

This is the second visit of a brave man.

The slave girl with a placard in her mouth, she holds up a pair of pockets. And turn your gaze out of the square.

"I wonder if it's about your people. I'm sorry. I'm asking someone I know to stop me."

……

You read the gaze of a slave girl, and in response, the slave girl becomes more and more eye-sharp.

"Let me find out what you're up to now. On top of that, I'll tell you."

A brave man tells in a gentle, but firm tone.

"You shouldn't stay where you are."

That must have been thinking about the slave girl now.

"Necessary Evil Stronger Than The Knights"

The brave man must have noticed the young deception that bears his name.

……

A slave girl turns over a placard.

The lips thus revealed were so hostile that the canine teeth were protruding.

"I didn't want you to let me say it again......!

The trembling tail is not disgusting.

It's pure anger.

Past self, nothing. If I was myself before I could wear this collar, I would be truncated to like whatever I was cursed or pitied.

But why should I be denied my place now, more than ever, by the man in front of me - the brave man?

On that day when I cried the longest in my life, a placard I made with my sister.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn"

"All Denied Slave Girls: Time, Unlimited, Free"

Two words spoken by my brother.

Stand the sign describing your dreams like an axe and stare at the brave, louder than usual.

"I can just disappear!!!!!!!!!!! Pep!!!!!!"

Slave girl's, sloppy husky voice echoed.