We are currently interested in public discourse while drinking coffee and tea at Cafa Crizella. It wouldn't be my fault if I didn't have a heart or the tension in the women.
By the way, it was Alec who left it at home. All that's left is Coe and Lilith. Now Kamui came with me. Merlin left because her husband, Mr. Oliver, was waiting.
I mean, I'm here...
Me, Chiara, Sybil. Mr. Berengaria, it's Kamui. In time, Serge or Steed will come.
"Brother Carr's treat!? Bruises!
"I'm sorry. Hey, Mr. Curse.
"Thank you, Brother Carr!
Shall I just let Mr. Berengaria pay...
"Ume-su! Ame-su! This is Cafa Crizella's Sugar Honey Cafe Toast!
"It's not just honey, sweetness. Intense sweetness as if covering it up from the tongue to the brain. And yet not persistent, a presence that disappears all the time. It makes me want to eat later.
"Yum!
Mr. Berengaria says something very decent. Is it raining tomorrow?
"Coffee, honey, milk! Ame-su!
"When you go with sweet, soft toast like heaven and bitter coffee, it's like Alex and Curse, isn't it?
"Yum!
"Mr. Berengaria! You can eat more! How about a replacement?
"Oh yeah? I'm sorry. Then now I'll have a sugar honey kinney grape crepe.
"Clerk! Place your order!
Mr. Berengaria. That's a good thing. Like me and Alec? You know perfectly well. That's Mr. Berengaria. Nice guy. Very good man.
Okay, I don't know what to eat.
That's when the store door opened roughly.
"Mr. Curse!
"Oh Serge, sir. I've been waiting for you! That, alone?
"It's tough! Steed, you did!
"Steed, you?
"I'm dying!
Time goes back.
After Curse and the others got home, they arrived at Cafa Crizella.
Steed politely dealt with the attacking participants one by one and kept winning almost intact. I'm just saying that I've only had two new injuries, even though I'm intact, and the wounds I've received from Curse remain intact, and my magic strength has barely recovered.
And yet why did he get this story? Balladur, his partner, has fallen off the scene and has passed out.
The reason is simple. Curse.
Because Curse did the same thing at the last children's militant. If you take it to Steed, Curse's back is too far. I can't say how many rule-obeyed matches I won, but I can't say that the difference in strength was filled. He is a steed with less magic than his classmates and no better grades in the classroom. Just one thing, I want something to be proud of. Two years ago, I was really happy when I broke Curse from the front in the finals of the Kingdom One militant. Unlimited same conditions, same equipment. Curse was weak, but strong. A body smaller and less powerful than myself, an awkward swordsmanship arm. But the unexpected ability to weaponize not only wooden knives, but even road trips. A strange move that broke my left arm. It was a critical victory. But I've never been so happy.
Until the next day Curse wins the division with magic, intact and not a single step...
Steed's sword doesn't dull even as he thinks about it. It's time for participants to be sparse. I see the end. Do you want to get a little closer to Curse with this... I don't know...
"Ohhhhh!? Ohh!? A good old O. showed up for the children's militant party. Ooh!?
"Whoa, that's him..."
"Dear Damien, did you know!?
"My Dachi, the fifth star of Kutanut, is Barnes Highland.
"Become! Oh my God!? It's a fifth star. And Blast Burns!? Are you insane, Mr. O! Very unpopular!
'Fair enough. I guess he's got his idea, huh? Hey, Steed. Hey! That's just the wrong guy! I'll wait five minutes. Why don't you at least have a potion?
When he heard that, Barnes sat down on the martial stage. I guess you're going to wait for them to recover.
Seeing that, Steed took a bottle of potion out of the magic library...... Barnes aiming, threw it.
"Ahhh Steed! Look at you sitting there, Mr. O, with all the gaps! I used the potion for positive action!
'I guess you decided you couldn't win to the point where you recovered some health. More than that, Barnes sat me down, so I didn't seem to want to miss the opportunity. That's a good game.
With the first and last chance, Steed wields a tedious long sword. I'm sure this is what a quick throw is. Such a blow strikes Barnes as he sits. No sign of getting up, no sign of trying to avoid it. Slaughter from an eight-phase temperament...
I swung it out.
But no response......
There is a smell of burning around.
When Steed looked at his sword, it was cut about twenty centimeters from the original, and no, it was burned out. The cutting surface is burnt black.
But he was not frightened. Because I have little magic or strength left.
Throwing a broken sword at Barnes is also lightly bounced. Grab the dagger of the Tempesta Dragon, the trump card, and poke it small. If this dagger is powerful, you don't have to swing it out. All you have to do is gently slash Barnes' defenseless neck, which is still sitting.
But the next moment......
"Wow, wow!
Steed's right arm danced through the universe.
Steed rolling around the martial arts stage. Barnes getting up.
"How much later? You suddenly don't have a steeple aim. They found out.
Steed turns to pain. But on its left hand, a trump card dagger is grasped without a scratch.
"I see... you're still willing to do it.
There is no blood coming from Steed's right arm that rises loosely. The wound is turned into charcoal.
"Is that... the name of Blast Burns..."
"What do you think?
"Steed got up -! Besides, that hand holds a dagger that should have been skipped by the arm!
"I calmly picked up my weapon in all that pain. Besides, that dagger is a national treasure. If we suck, we'll even run through Curse's defenses, okay?
It is a knife shorter than Steed's dagger that is held in Barnes' hands. Thick and glossy.
"If you're gonna do it, come on.
But Flirty, I can't stand properly, Steed. It's only natural that you can't even balance losing your arm. But hold on to it somehow with your tough ankles in front of you... one step, one more step forward.
Till Steed's in time, two steps left......
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Steed protruding his left hand with a roar.
A muscle wound on Barnes' cheek. Steed's left forearm, Barnes' knife devoured to half of it. Steed falling toward left... 's right leg hit Barnes' side head.
"It hurts! Oh, my God! How gutsy are you...... dude! Healing Wizard! Hurry up! This guy's a dick!
Steed fell. On the cobblestone...
I don't have a right forearm, I can't even shelter my left arm from moving, from my head. Still focused on the attack to the end.
"There's a battle! It's a very unpopular win for O.!
"Barnes! Let me hear it! Why did you join us?
Marianne from Live rushes to Sosa and Barnes, with a loud magic prop on her mouth.
"Damian! I hear you're dying! That's why I'm here to protect you! Look, you bastards in this room! Damien has this Burns Blast! If you want your life, come die. Hey!
"Barnes......"
"Oh my God! It's friendship! It's a hot blood tide fraternity! Um! Five-star blast Burns volunteers to protect something, Master Damien! Damn! Pretty jealous! I mean! So participating in this competition was just a demonstration!?
'Oh. It's just an act of demonstration. Go for Damien, I'll turn him into a potato worm with my hands and feet... you know what? Humans lose both hands and legs. Then you're not gonna die, are you?
'Ha, ha... Dear Damian! After that, please!
"Oops! I have a serious announcement to make... that's for tomorrow! You guys! Come back tomorrow! Got it!?
Cheers echoing in the venue. The audience's excitement culminates. What the hell will happen to tomorrow's tournament?
Curse and the others were pounding their tongues sweetly into swallowing.
Serge was rushing to get Curse.