"Hehe. You can't even cum if your mail is broken.
"No... I am!
The second magic shot.
It was stopped by the miracle Virgin - the candidate - without falling into the forest.
“Genius” Mail, also enhanced by Mileoro's modifications, is naturally not stopped with no damage, even with a quera.
But strangely, the Mail attacked showed more wear and tear.
"Hah... hah..."
"No... Mai-san, please heal."
"It's no use. This one is already broken. It's a cure. I have to get a new one!
"That's it!
A depressing quarry.
As he watched, Mileoro said:
"He's halfway there."
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The word pierces the Quéla.
I knew it.
He went to the party while he was being flushed and tried to kill Land while he was being flushed.
After that, too.
I followed Mail and met Mileoro.
After coming into contact with the landowners, I slipped to this point without a clue.
Everything was up to me, I didn't have anything to decide for myself, and I wanted to keep getting something, and I didn't want to lose anything.
"The number of lives that can be saved is the same when one of you resists."
As a candidate for the Virgin Mary, Quéla couldn't stop believing that the life in front of her would save everything.
To protect myself, I let go of the life in front of me. I've only been turning a blind eye to the fact.
……
The Virgin finally began to face herself.
But it's too late for her to think about it, and no one will wait for her.
"Yana. Mail"
Whether the Virgin abandoned herself or her friends, there was not enough time to make a decision to save a strange elf.