Masked man - no, Detlev shivers his shoulders.
"Kuk...... ha ha ha ha ha ha!
A laugh as if something you were suppressing had erupted.
Bleeding from a smashed mask strike draws a red muscle from Detlev's left head to cheek. If I wiped it with my fist clutteringly, red and black marks, like war makeup, caught my tail.
"Yes, yes! Exactly like Claria right now...... that's what I wanted to see her face." How could you! 'That's right. I've been so desperate to talk to you for that. Come on.... but that one, isn't Belgrette very surprised? Maybe. "
Sounds fun, sad, Detlev says.
Belgrette answered in a low voice.
"... strange, I never thought. Shortly after 'Adule' … Ms. Detlev called on us in a wide-area communication, even though we don't know where the enemy is. Normally, you shouldn't take such reckless action. And... after that. When I reported the assassin capture to Mr. Detlev. You said, 'Did you get another one?'... that's what I said. What do you mean, another 'too'? There are multiple assassins. I don't know where or how many people are lurking. That was supposed to be the situation. You knew there were two assassins that night."
Detlev opened his eyes and gave him a heartfelt look of surprise.
"Ooh... I was going to do it perfectly. Pretend you caught the first guy on purpose. Oh, my God."
"So, what happened to Cyril?"
To the word, Detlev lifts the angle of his mouth unusually.
Never seen it before, it was an ugly look.
"I shouldn't. You're smart enough to suspect me, Belgrette, imagine... you can't, can you?
Distortion. Detlev, who gave a distorted "snoring" grin to the point where the left and right symmetry of his face collapsed, put his hand on his forehead, saying he couldn't stand it.
"How could...! Why, Cyril!
"No, why not? They know Kelovy exists. Oh, Kelovy is my name as an assassin. - I'm Kelovy. Manipulate everything from behind, Lord of Darkness. Oh, my God. Kelovy is the one behind me until I'm tired. You shouldn't be on the table. Anyway, I'm Silver Legion Squad Silvalios. It's gonna be a big deal."
Detlev, who was speaking in a bright tone, suddenly spits on the ground, continuing with his abominable and other faces.
"That woman, come this far. Enough with your assassination, or something. At the end of the sentence, it's the end of this coming at me. What did Cass want to do to me, one of the only 64 elites in the country who failed to even become a Royal Guard apprentice?"
"... you... eh"
"If you really want to see me, I'm not gonna stop you? Once in the alley on the other side, it's rolling. I slapped him and he got his neck off and I had a hard time carrying him. Cheap toys, you're kidding me. Bu! Ha, ha, ha!
Detlev slaps himself on the knee and laughs out.
"That's why. - She's gone silent."
In a playful tone, I abandoned him like a heartfelt fool.
".................. ugh!
Ri, and made a noise, and Belgrette ate his teeth so much that they seemed to shatter.
"... you said you were missing for" Silver Legion Troop "Silvalios"... frankly I thought it was a stupid diagram. I can't believe you're working as an assassin on a side job. You don't have a word. "
Claire throws up in a pale, emotionless voice.
Belgrette shook her head left and right, shaking off something tangled.
What are you talking about?
The first night, Princess Liliane spoke zero without any concern.
"No way! Pretend Detlev captured the assassin... I mean, he's behind it!
Who would think that this would have stayed centered, etc.
"Ng. I've known you two since you were a little girl, and as a knight who stops me, you start looking at me like that... ahhhhhhhhhh!
- The next moment.
I thought Detlev was shaking his body.
"Woo! Bu! Guh, me, gee yee yee yee......!
I folded my body into letters and started vomiting on the spot.
I make a noise with my little one and spit out the contents of my stomach while even cramping.
……
"... hey...,?
Bellgrette, who goes out of her sentence, and Claria, who unwittingly hisses her eyebrows.
To those two, Detlev turns to his face with his stomach fluids drooling, chopping up a tremendous groan.
"Hih, hi. I wonder how long Claria's been so cold on me. When I was a little girl, I was honest and good. I knew it? You think you're starting to come up with a girl's day or something, and you're weirdly conscious of guys? Me, guff."
Claria no longer returns words. Instead, set up a sword.
The man shrugged with a tranced look, "Uh... neat," then held a red light in his right hand.
"Little by little... I was going to get used to it. All of a sudden it's gonna be tough, and hey."
With a flying leg, Detlev packed his time with Belgrette.
Claire's unleashed water bullet flies from side to side, but Detlev didn't even look at it and avoided the sword of Belgrette, which was swung down, beside him in extra motion. An extended range of swords by autonomous defense breaks down a space of nothing.
"At first, the one you defeated. To that, I didn't tell you anything about your divine chant, Oracle. I didn't think I'd do a small hand job first. How do we deal with each other's lack of information? I wanted to see that. No, but I didn't think you'd lose that light, that idiot."
Belgrette recalls as he rolls out his sword strike.
That assassin had a frightened eye on him when he was handed over to Detlev. That wasn't afraid of the detref of "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios. We were afraid of Kelovy, our own leader.
Detlev continues to speak of nostalgic memories as he slowly adores or accepts the sword of Bellette, all of it.
"So just... this one, too, because it's not a game. To Belgrette, point the bong -"
Nothing. I was wondering how Cyril, who should not have known that Belgrette had gone out to buy the cake, had pointed the assassin at him, but Detlev had instructed him, not her.
In the first place, it was this man who held Belgrette back from going shopping.
"So, give Claria two assassins. Besides, one of them is Siveem. I didn't think I could do this anymore."
Belgrette water sword. Flying to fill that gap that can't wield a duplicity, Claria's water bullet.
Slightly taking both sides of it, he doesn't even hold his breath, Detlev says. As if that monologue was the original purpose.
"That's where I appeared with that 'dragon doom' brave man! I'm surprised, you're really strong, him!
"... eh"
Detlev gently slapped and bounced off the flash of Belgrette rolled out there with his right fist. It's like a teacher who craves mistakes.
"Hey, Bellette! Now, when his subject came up, his sword muscle was dull, right? No, no, no, no.
"Huh, what!
"Hey I knew it... Bellette, have you already done something naughty with him? I've known you since you were a little girl. When I think you're doing that... your brother's a little complicated."
"Don't fool my sister! Shiro...!"
A roaring Claria rushes to Detlev at a beastly rate and without hesitation protrudes a long sword.
And beforehand the man played it with his left fist,
"Oh, come on, sister, why don't you go away?
To the water currents wrapping Claria, Pong, and. I tapped into the flame that was lighting in my right hand.
Moments.
The explosion winds up and a tremendous momentum blows Claire's little body away. The girl, who flew drawing a parabola, was slammed against the stone wall.
"Crea!"
Belgrette screams - but.
"…, this, degree. For a long time, it's a warm flame. I don't think I can use it for cooking or bathing..."
Claria stands up immediately and stares at Detlev.
"Oh, that's S.H.I.E.L.D. Ages.... Bye."
Oops...... and the red-hot light shines on both hands of Detlev. Light enough to clearly illuminate this dark space.
Claria's eyes opened wide with it in her eyes.
"Sister!
Her sister rushes over to her sister, holding her legs together.
"-"
Belgrette also guessed.
Red light on both hands of a man. As powerful as that is.
"I wonder if I can prevent this. Ahhh!?
Detlev, floating off the regular track, slammed a flamethrower in both hands relentlessly at the two of them.
The alley space, which emitted daylight only for a moment, was engulfed in darkness again, after sounding an explosion that just smashed my ears.
The winding stone fragments and dirt sand also block the light of just one street lamp, completely closing sight.
"Hmm... Oh, my God, he's dead..."
Detlev squeaks with a voice that even contains remorse.
- My vision cleared up.
Illuminated by the light of a poor streetlight - fallen, two sisters. The two figures lying on the dirty ground spreading their beautiful, long hair even looked somewhere wormless.
Detlev swallows up the joy, the nausea, and the dust.
"... Ah, gu"
From Claria, a small groan leaked.
"Ooh... he's still alive! Amazing!"
Detlev gives a heartfelt compliment. Plus there, I notice.
The two of them had no scratches that they thought were from burns. The explosion itself was completely prevented and collapsed by the aftermath that had occurred until it was exhausted.
"Damn...... this is amazing. The" Awzi "guys turned black. Claria's self-defense could be genius."
"... ooh, gu"
Belgrette rises shaking her body.
I guess I took a piece of stone that was flown by the blast. I was worn out. The blue dress is torn, the white skin is torn and the blood is seeping out.
Still, stare. Right in front of you - 'Enemy'.
"I am now... I am impressed. Even though I've been shown so much difference, I can't feel anything like giving up on Belgrette. Really... splendid, you've become a knight."
The girl knight resolutely returns to Detlev, who even holds her eyes in exaggeration and says:
"... yes. So I can't beat you."
"Yihi-no-hey, those eyes!... I wonder what I can do to frighten those eyes."
He even has a tranced look on his face, Detlev conceives.
Its cloudy eyes turned towards Gürn and - finally - Claria, who was about to rise.
"- Huh!"
Without even having time for Belgrette, who had guessed his intentions, to summon water, Detlev ran out toward Crearia.
"Claria, I even prevented you earlier! That autonomous defense, that it was broken!?
The man's right hand shines viciously red again.
"-No.... well, to your degree..., don't insult me, Shiro!
While worn out, Claria finds herself trying to intercept her enemies.
"Bye! I'm gonna get Claria's first time, but okay!?
Born in Detlev's right hand running in with his eyes running blood - a whip of flame.
instant. A ruptured noise echoed through the alley like a pinch of ears.
A blow.
With a flaming whip, Claria's complete autonomous defense swept away.
"-,... Huh!
Or the steam that rises. Or bounce. Flying water beads.
Having witnessed the sight of the shield protecting itself completely extinguished and turned into just splashing water, Claria opens her eyes incredibly and freezes.
Second shot.
Detlev, distorted into the form of a grin enough to rip his mouth off, was already in a second blow position.
- The red line ran.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
A sad scream, unimaginable from the usual Rin voice.
A red slant, by the time it's violent, slaps Claria's body relentlessly.
Bitter - and. A red and black splash colored the ground as it followed the remnants of the shaken red whip.
"Claire, aah!
The screams of Belgrette echo. A fireball released by Detlev without even looking behind him struck directly at his sister as she tried to rush over screaming.
"Ku, ahhh......!
Belgrette blew up more distance than she ran.
Losing his strength, he grabs both arms of Claria, about to fall, and Detlev lifts his little body.
"Ha. To the twinkling cunt, the screaming is a solid girl. Hey, Claire. I gave it a try, but I thought I killed him because he sounded so amazing.... Ahhh, Belgrette, honey? It was okay, huh?
Detlev turns only his neck backwards and calls on Belgrette.
"... ah... ku"
Belgrette was about to stand up as she crawled through the ground.
But the body, it doesn't get up.
"Oh, nice. Yeah, yeah, that's what I wanted it to feel like. So..."
The man carves a satisfying grin as he rampantly lifts Claire, who is no longer moving.
"No no... I wanted to say it once. Nh, gehon"
Coughed deliberately, Detlev said in a playful tone.
"Bellette. If you want to help your sister, you listen to me. - What?"
"... Lord Detlev"
So Detlev, suddenly called by his name to Claire, who was supposed to be dying, turns to him in surprise.
"Pep."
On the man's face, he was spit on.
"Sister, in the shackles of God... will be, or will be... happy, I will die. This......, scumbag"
"… is,"
He said he was dying now. Cold Claire grin everywhere. Eyes like looking at a bug kella.
Detlev, who had never broken his spare attitude, showed his anger shape for the first time.
"Ah. That's fine. Good day, Claria."
Detlev grabs Claire's arms by replacing them only with his left hand, creating a flaming whip in his right hand. A shock ran in the hands of a man who didn't hesitate to shake him.
"Gu!?
Surprise than pain, reflexively releasing Claire. At the same time, the flaming whip disappears.
"... Ha,"
Stay down. Belgrette, unable to even get up, was sticking his palm out toward Detlev while he lay down depressed.
"Oh, ho..."
Detlev instantly understands and raises the groan of joy.
At the end of the day, I can't use Oracle, a divine chant that puts out the flaming whip. With that in mind, he aimed at Detlev's hand itself, which was supposed to be hard to hit small.
Even when Farvnar attacked the College, Belgrette said he was in a desperate situation but precisely aimed at his eyes, creating a trigger for reversal.
But that's it.
Belgrette must have noticed. He said he had run out of measures.
He clenched his fist remorsefully as he lay down in a depressed position and struck to the ground.... Completely, my soul and heart, Prarna, have been cut off.
Claria, away from Detlev's hand, does not move while falling on her back. Just a weak but hateful glance at the enemy.
"I can't believe you went after this and aimed at your hands exactly... Belgrette is really smart - Why, because I'm a man, too? You want such a smart guy to say, 'I'll do anything, help me'?
"Let me tell you something?
The voice was abruptly cracked in.
Detlev, with his eyebrow roots in eight letters, sees the voice better. Belgrette, unable to get up, turns to you painfully. Claire leaned back and moved her eyes only towards you.
Connected to this space, one path.
There, a boy stood.
Belgrette tries to utter words with her mouth trembling.
Detlev knows.
I'm talking about the brilliant Belgrette. Even in this phase, you would say something that would lead you to the other person, such as "run away".
Yes, Detlev knows.
I've been watching Belgrette for a long time.
Then you'd be happy to hurt yourself from this boy.
I can't move anymore, Belgrette said.
"... even, Lugo..."
- I'll take care of it.
Arishi shield sounded the finger on his right hand….