Dungeon+Harem+Master

Fristford went back with his neck. It is not a metaphor, but a literal meaning, as it is.

The act of Stanislav, spoken of by Alexei, is outrageous, that everyone who hears it turns away and cannot help but remember the strong disgust. Poisoning the messenger of surrender was what a gloomy and dark way in the continent, ancient and present, not in the East and West, in the West, in the West. Stanislav is a man in a political field. Clever clerical handling, searching for someone else's, swimming freely through it, and sitting in a properly savoury seat was good, but not as luxurious, cheerful, or pure as it should have been for people. He was only a genius who followed human weakness and drove him down besides himself. It was unfortunate when it came to the unhappiness of such a human being to occupy the upper seat of the Commission, the centre of the Republic.

"He wants blood."

Clementina shook her tongue with a flashing face.

If this happens, the preconditions for the integration of the two armies are collapsing.

Whether strategically or not, the defeat of the King's Army is inevitable. All that is left is for the Republican Army to look at the great amount of bleeding and press it flat to destroy the blood of the old dynasty. It was only one thing.

Fristford's death was immediately hidden. If this cowardly hand were known to the three thousand horsemen of the Royal Army, it would have been visibly impossible to control it as a group, much too exorbitant.

There was gloom in the core of the army, including Prince Nicolai. So much so that in the few aristocracies left behind, even a decent soldier was unlikely to remain, having lost his fristfolk, which should also be considered a substantial commander-in-chief. After being chased through the capital, the barely surviving grand aristocrats were mostly old, and the general with the approximate ability to command the front lines was dead.

Together, the young man had no talent for the vessel, but he could not help himself in the steep field. In fact, Fristford was educating this young nobleman from the bare hands and creating officers to serve the future king, but they were not yet conclusive.

The bloody successors were only wise enough to hit the Republican Army with one letter and slash it to death, as if they could not rely on it.

Prince Nicolai embraced a knight of necked loyalty in his chest, whilst bracing himself in a foothold like a fallen away. Whimpering is what keeps me down, but from my big eyes, the silver Shizuku is spilling out of thin air.

The collector was angry. A red horn in his chest swirls loudly and ferociously, turning him into a firepillar, as he extinguishes the freezing cold air in the wild. In the main battalion, military discussions continue surrounding Nicolai, who has lost his vitality with heartbreak. Among them, Clementina, the enemy, with her unique charisma, was naturally at the heart of the debate.

"But don't give up until the end. Negotiations are better if you kick the table first."

"I kicked it up first, Stanislav,"

Clementina was nevertheless desperate to stop the futile feud between the two armies. Alexei also, just for real, waves horns like a mad cow while revealing her anger.

The collector looked up at the sky as he walked away from the group holding his mouth together with the mess.

And then, when I realized, with Pordina's worried face, I lay my ears back, wrapped my tail between my crotches, and stood. I reached out and stroked my soft hair. As I was doing this, my disturbed mind was comforted by only a few.

- Discuss Stanislav, the culprit.

My stomach is set. But even if we just keep the army moving, we're talking about the careful man. Too likely to let them get away with it. That shouldn't happen. Overthrow Stanislav and, at any rate, bring Clementina back into formation. Speaking of people's desires and abilities, Kajie necessarily has the local power to avoid death in vain. I thought of a man full of lust for power. What does he want? You have to think about it. The more timid he is, the bigger he wants to look at himself. The zodiac keeps sitting on the floor desk, hands together in front, yet as deep as a Zen monk, asking his own heart. Time is running out. In a few hours, the night will dawn. When the sun comes up, Stanislav will, naturally, move the pawn forward. This one, no one can control the army properly. A snake with a missing head is on the verge of showing the last twist.

Intense darkness was beginning to show signs of an end.

Eventually, the kind of world that dissolved water gradually spreads from Jomtien.

Eventually, one heaven descended on the back of the possessor's brain and the thought was shaped.

I am not sleepy. If you notice, the women were swarming to surround the treasurer.

"You guys, let's do it"

I don't spend a lot.

I'm just glad I told you.

One thing about Alexei, like Amy throwing her life unconstitutionally.

The women have extended their lives with unwavering trust.

"One thing, I have an idea"

The collector gave his measures to Prince Nicolai. It is an odd strategy. Besides, it is an outrage with no moral or ethical fragments. The aristocratic union objected, but if that saved the lives of three thousand generals, Nicolai took it in the style of a king who would not let the rest of his mouth pinch.

Thin, at a moment when the world was staining the pale as it had fallen into the water, suddenly a faction of the King's Army on the river erupted into flames. By killing Fristford, Stanislav, who was relieved, at the same time as the dawn, was moving forward the army in an attempt to assault him, but saw the fire revealed without a foretaste, and frightened him as fiercely as a toddler.

- Is this some kind of measure to fit yourself in?

The King's Army has Alexei, a legendary hero known to have that man in Etria, albeit single-handedly, and Clementina, who was once said to be a good fighter in the name of one arm.

(At that time, shouldn't I have, rather, forgiven the two of you, put you on your side, and, if so, stabbed you with measures?

Some of this man has a mixture of grand baseless complacency and a bad feeling about how much he is aware of.

After all, even in the annihilation battle that was on the winning horse, he lost many times and was made a mockery by his compatriots for it.

Therefore, the weakness of the mind that has to be suspected that the very event in front of the enemy, licked up by the red lotus flame without any foretaste, is some kind of trap, crumbles the wall of self-restraint.

"Behold, someone is coming from the enemy line."

"Is that an ambassador?"

The general walked in silently, pointing to a group. Seeing, Alexei and Clementina, with several samurai, hold a box wrapped in white cloth in front of their chests and fly a white flag of surrender. The two nicknames are known to the Republic. In particular, the aspirations of Alexei, who had long left Etria, were legendary among the people. Hisohiso and whenever the soldiers chant their private language, their blinding jealousy brings muck and head to the thickness of their people's expectations.

"Republican Army, Alexei and Clementina! By the life of each other Stanislav, he persuaded the enemy king's army and brought Nicolai Etrial's neck as a sign of his surrender! The soldiers!! Kusa assembled here!! Give him the victory!!

A loud, workout on the battlefield of Alexei, called the brave man, burst across. For a moment, the frightened soldiers cheered all at once for understanding what it meant a few seconds later.

An inspiring vortex like a giant wave tao propagates quickly to all factions.

Vibrant ending.

And the return of the legendary hero.

And yet, the tiredness of long rivalries was also fuelling it.

- What, that would be a good way to do it.

Stanislav bit his teeth hard. Taking the lead in this way, lifting the neck of Prince Nicolai, and being hustled to surrender, it is impossible, as a matter of reason, to force him to do so and to destroy the remaining three thousand enemies. Most honorable Republican soldiers don't want a massacre.

With this measure, Alexei and the others deprived Stanislav of the right to decorate the glorious winning stars on the battlefield.

"Oh my god! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Stanislav never fisted the front wheel of the saddle like crazy, and bled hard from its thin fingers. Instead of defending their lives, the two political opponents showed the whole army the glorious martial arts of surrendering 3,000 soldiers with three inches of tongue.

- But fortunately, there are times when this story is passed on to Vladimir in the rear line. When they came to our curtain, exasperated. That's the last of them.

Stanislav welcomed the envoy of surrender into the back of the main formation when he ordered Rigon of the Scarf.

"A long time. You're welcome."

He called it custom and took up the sword at the same time as welcoming the Alexeis. Behind the curtain, he lurks about twenty knights who are his children. Just in case.

The Alexei line is Clementina and several maids. Besides, he was letting me carry one big long cabinet. When asked by Stanislav,

"This is a sign of surrender taken from the king's army. Souvenir."

I let it go.

If you open it, inside the long cabinet, the gold and silver treasures of the Etrian royal period gleam blindly and are packed with zushiri. Rigon, who had refrained by his side, forgot the heavy role of the escort, his hair stuck a surprisingly dense finger and raised a wildling-like roar of joy. For a mercenary-crusty man who was a vagrant, the brilliant gold and silver had the effect of surface, like drugs.

"Are you surrendering after all that slapping your mouth? At last, should I say that you, too, have taken off your helmet to my greatness? The maids."

"Ha. This is a gift, too. I don't think you can get around on the battlefield."

"Hmm."

Stanislav showed a careless bare gesture and only glanced at him with chills, but all the samurai who quietly refrain are grainy beauties. I can't even see the beauty in the capital. There were many ratios of subhumans, but such things did not become handy enough to stimulate the desire for a higher liking of the man. Lieutenant Rozion doesn't hide his disgraceful expression. He was also a born horny man.

"It's a good thing I changed my mind. Now it's time for you to show me your waiting neck."

"Let's hurry. Totally."

Alexei opened the front lid when he placed the box he had on his chest on the ground. From a pure white cloth, the gobbles and neck rolled.

"Hi-!?"

Stanislav, stunned not too much, leaves behind with his butt poked.

It was the neck of the fristfolk, wrinkled between the dead eyebrows and staring into the void.

"Nah, man. What the hell are you doing?! You're making fun of me!

"Don't be a fool. It's just the fristfolk. I wanted to see your neck fall, so I brought it with me on purpose."

Alexei was quick, or a samurai standing in front of the long cabinet, abruptly fingered the edge and gently flipped it. Rigon, who was blinded by gold and silver, suffered waves of ingots and gems in his face and fell all over his face. The bottom of the treasure is littered with hidden weapons. When the women picked them up quickly, they took a critical stance.

"Hey, what the fuck! What!?

Rigon swings his face to the left and right and repeats his blink violently. A grey dread roars with a boom.

Inside the bottom, another.

"What the fuck! Are you scattered all over your head? This is not a tribute. It's a coffin carrying the remains of Temehe and the others!!

The man who jumped out of the long cabinet was weaving his black coat with wings. It is shallow and black and long. The mustache I left to stretch releases a style reminiscent of the ancient samurai. The eyes were shimmering with a raging, ferocious light, like a beast burning in anger. The long sword in my hand was pulled out without sound. The black sashimi was so glossy that it seemed to suck demonically like wet. Horizontally, the man stood in front of Stanislav fluttering with the Romless Three Holy Swords.

"Who are you!!

"It's not as monstrous as you name it."

The collector swirled the long sword quickly.

When the blade arcs sharply, it flies with Stanislav's neck in mind.

"Ke-!"

A rigon stood with a large shield along with a high metal sound.

And the wildlings of the giant body thrust forth a shield three metres in size, and prevented a blow.

When Stanislav showed fright by the time he was morbid, he showed enough escape to be more impressed by watching. He is a man of extraordinary talent when it comes to self-preservation. Logion continues after that.

"Pordina, Dorothea, Karen, Liza, Loulou. I'll take care of that puppet!!

"Separation" is essential as a matter of time in military law. Normally, it was the collector's psyche to defeat the toughest enemies on the spot, but I dared to leave this place to them to trust.

"Wait. I thought I'd let you go to His Excellency!!

Rigon stretched out his great hand all the way to the collector running by his side following Stanislav.

With its swollen arms, a blade as sharp as a flying swallow ripped open the sky.

Kin, and a very high, clear metal noise rang.

"Your opponents are not these strawberries!!

Dorothea, who had pulled out the Ascaron, took a sword without pulling out.

Pordina's got a hammer.

Karen took Elfinbow.

Liza took the Divine Sword Espera.

Loulou has a dagger.

Each one of them holds his hand and stands up with his fighting spirit in mind.

Rigon did not deal with them from the beginning (Hannah) for the poor figure they saw either, but spoke out consciously only of the rigid and famous Alexei.

"Hey. Alexei. What are you gonna do? After you mince these women, you can cook them slowly into your dishes."

"Nooo. Unfortunately, I'm still in need. Look, it's noisier over there. I'm sure, hearing the noise, the soldiers rush here all the time. Because we still have to rely on the divine power of this face to put things away without bleeding."

"You're going to run away with a woman as your shield. Still a legendary hero? Coward, coward."

"No, no. They're good enough for you."

"You said it. If so, I will pinch you in that sea of blood after hitting these bastards!!

It was at the same time that Rigon shouted wildly and Pordina's body moved like the wind.

I waved a giant hammer with one hand to handle even twigs. Rigon. He just set up a big shield to prepare for impact. Ooh, and a strange noise strikes my ear like a big bell. A few steps back as Rigon couldn't hide his surprise in the paralysis of his hands.

(Hey, what a power. Very, I don't think it's a woman's fine arm......!

Trying to surround the rigon, they formed a siege net.

Karen, slightly distanced, led an arrow to Elphinbow and shot him once. It's a distance where you can see the other person's expression and smell the breath. Karen's arrow, a good archer, can't possibly have a different goal. The weakness of the mighty Rigon rested on both legs supporting its giant. Rigon, who had only mastered the moves of his own request, often in those born with strong arms, was more distracted from strengthening his upper body than his younger counterparts, but his lower body was brittle.

Arrows released from the rear took away the ability of the legs to grasp even the unstable balancer as they thrust the articular part behind the knee through the gusset.

"Ohhhh! Female fox!!

Rigon swirled his big shield horizontally with one knee poked. It was an anger-stained look.

But the motion is too big.

"Ha!

Karen, like a light rabbit, jumped and fired a blow.

Rigon's eyes blushed bright red with the humiliation of being sent.

The Great Shield of the Rigon was a defensive, protective and special weapon. It was his unusual must-win pattern to cut off all the slaughter that the enemy was good at with a big shield that he was good at and hit and crush the target with a shield as thick as a shaft.

From the front, the battle hammer of Pordina and the sword of Dorothea are rolled out early with an unusual roar. From the thin rear, Karen's arrow and Loulou's dagger gave a tingle and fine hand wound at the time of breathing. Without decisive damage, a big man named Alexei is still holding back. Confidence disappears like a pneumonia, and only agitation rises colorfully.

- I'm the strongest! Why are these samurai girls taking me by the balls?

To deceive the eyes of our enemies, we have a cute outfit together.

From the sight of it, it looks like a strange stubbornness is playing with the poor samurai. But the fact is, this group is exchanging their lives at a rate that they can't even breathe.

Clementina is sending her gaze at the offense in front of her, keeping her hands together. There was a firm belief there, believing in the value of the girls and not doubting them.

The Great Shield of the Rigon is a big business that can be described as hundreds of kilometres. Dorothea hated the lack of a blade, aiming at a slightly exposed body, but was not given a decisive beating.

"Flaming rain (flame shower)!!"

I poked a gap and chanted a spell. It is a good fire attribute magic. From Dorothea's fingertips, a single muscle flame emits towards the Rigon as it flows. Naturally, it was prevented with a large steel shield. The flaming runoff that hit the disc-shaped shield scatters the firepowder and bounces off. Fly.

"Muddy (Black Bog)!!"

Liza, who had been so silent so far, finally went on offense. The magic of earthly attributes burst, turning the ground near the foot of the Rigon into mud. Unable to support the giant, the Rigon slumps into a depths of exasperation. All with Todome, Karen unleashed the magic of the wind attributes that manipulate the weather towards the Great Shield. It is a severe winter season. A snowy, zero-spangling atmosphere was blown onto a sheet of steel that turned burning and bright red. I can hear the mistletoe and the noise.

"Bye, silly......"

It was easy to imagine what would happen if the heated steel were cooled rapidly, even with the heads of dull rigons.

When the big shield makes a blunt noise, multiple cracks run. It's not Pordina who misses that.

A flash of temper.

A huge battle hammer swung diagonally as it jumped up large.

A crushing roar struck the mountain, and the shield scattered in pieces without remnants.

"Earth Dragon Tooth (Earth Javelin)!!"

When Liza pressed her palm against the earth, she opened her natural mana. The mainstream of magic ran through the earth, causing the mud to squeeze as hard as steel, striking out countless spears. The raised rock spear made Rigon's belly to be determined, stabbed and pierced. Blood tides similar to black water splashed into the void.

"Ooh!?

The hardness of a spear polished with soil exceeds that of steel. Rigon minced the halawatta with a bump and scattered a lot of painful, massive blood. Poking his knees, buried in the mud, he manages to escape. Liza cured the viscosity of the mud and consolidated it like a stone. Freedom is taken away, and its giant crumbles forward amid intense pain and despair. An unprotected steeple was exposed.

"That's it, not the end!!

Dorothea rushed past the side of the Rigon with a sickly momentum.

A stiff white blade shone like a mirror.

Black blood spread to one side of the perimeter like it was sprinkled with a bucket.

It was the moment when the Ascaron in my hand broke the neck root of the Rigon diagonally.

Meanwhile, the collector was chasing Stanislav, who fled and hid in desperate shape.

"Wait, you son of a bitch!!

Rip the curtains and run. In the space next door, twenty knights, Stanislav children, waited by hand.

"Kill him!"

"Bag of rats!!

It is a narrow space. For the men, did the collector look like a small item that could be pushed around and taken away, about four of them coming straight into it without warning?

With a loud voice, the spear protruded. The collector grabs Kella's neck with his tip behind his back. Pulling back with Gui, the man's upper body was thrown out like swimming.

The collector slammed a long sword into the man's neck root so as to cut the radish. I leave a piece of skin from the noose and my neck falls forward. My vision stained red.

At the same time, as the collector jumped to the right, he waved his long sword at his disposal, slamming the blade deep into the face of the man who was in the front. A man screams and flips backwards. The two bodies dressed to come forward adhere to the spot. An unprotected flank was exposed. The moment took its life.

When the collector dropped his body low, he released a quick thrust, twice or three times. Red and black blood flows out of the flank of a man slashed from across.

In an instant, they took the three of them away, and the men around them moved dull because of fear. When humans ask for a group, self-creativity narrows to the extreme. Even your own life is in the hands of others.

I poked at the void and dared to storm straight. The siege net is natural, torn. In a dense state, you care about each and you can't handle a sword well unless you're so accustomed to it.

Fortunately, the treasurer wielded his long sword blindly. The men were wounded and fell by a storm of blades as wild as a hurricane. Blown fingers roll into the earth mixed with pieces of yellow sand and snow. I picked up about seven people in one breath. I saw Stanislav beating the remaining ten.

The treasurer deliberately rolled down as he barked hard and stood. When I reached the feet of the men, I moved my long sword fine. He was injured in the tibia and ankle, and about two fell on the spot. There is no need to kill them completely. All you have to do is hurt some of them and deprive them of their fighting power.

The collector stabbed the impending man's throat with one hand, avoiding the blade falling from overhead as he rolled further. A man collapses with a strange groan like a clatter.

When I stood up quickly, a man burst in resolutely. I struck back the sword that was swung down from the front. The blade and blade engaged and a high metal noise rang. The proud arm of a fought out collector is so destructive that no knight can fathom it. A man comes from a paralysis in his arm, removes his sword. I didn't even show the feeling of fine dust, and I double-broke it into tangbamboo cracks. From the man's face to around his stomach, a bright red line was drawn. It gradually increased its thickness and, after a long delay, erupted a dodgy blood tide. When the man picked up the sword he dropped, he threw it at the man in the front. As the long sword flew straight, it pierced deeply from the right to the torso of the second man.

With a rash, the two wave their swords unscrupulously. My eyes are vain and my hips are not fixed. I dealt with it calmly. A collector quickly moved left and right to send a slaughter. One severely broke his neck and the other severely broke his chest, dyed red.

"Go ahead. You don't want to!

"Hiya."

Stanislav pushed me back, and two men turned towards me as I curled.

It was a face filled with fear. I am completely out of my mind. A collector sets his long sword horizontally and runs between them. At the same time, he raised his blood smoke and the men were killed. All that remained were Stanislav and Logion, and one knight. Stanislav was gushing his face with tears, blurring violently with fear. There are no signs of pride anywhere. There was a weak middle-aged man who was cornered and ran away. One of the remaining knights put Stanislav down and escaped. Put your hand around the curtain.

At the same time, a blade jumped out of the curtain, sharply choosing the knight's throat flute. It made a noise of billowing, creating a great rift. There, a small maid in an attire held the neck of the fristfoll aside and stood. It was a marc of the republican army. The little one, dressed in maid clothes, was secretly accompanied. It is an impossible disguise for a large collector. Rosion approached Marc with a scented face, but with a sword waved down on his face, he rolled up and raised his voice like a livestock in the slaughterhouse. Marc puts his foot on Rosion's chest silently. Skirt hem opens. A longsword that dropped vertically profoundly decided Rosion's throat buddha. Rhodion stopped moving as he did when he stiffened his limbs. Marc and Stanislav gaze at each other pulling out the long sword. Marc went with a muffled voice.

"You can't miss it. Commissioner Stanislav. If there were one like you, the Republic's philosophy, to which we gave our lives, would rot, as it once did in the dynasty. You're the only one who can't forgive me for what I've been fighting for!!

"Hih, hi. Oh, I don't know. Yes, it's Marc! Kill the man in front of you! Well, it's still a depressing lower end, isn't it? Wow, if you put it on me, the division chief will put you aside and pull you up to the marshal who will lead all the armies of the republic. Ah!!

"Come on, it's ugly. Old man."

The collector wrinkled between his eyebrows and went in a fed up tone.

"Wow, if you kill me, the republican army won't forgive you! It's okay! That's all right! I don't regret it! It's no use being strong, man!

"It doesn't. Because you can make as many charges as you want for the dead."

Soon, Clementina, who was standing in the rear, snaps quietly.

And did you really realize it was your last? The man begs for his life ugly as he weeps and sprinkles his piss.

When I found out that wasn't listening, I flipped to the ground and started toddler regression.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die. No! I'm a political commissioner. That's Stanislav in third place in the sequence. Whoa!! I can't believe I'm dying in a place like this. Impossible, impossible!!

When the collector held Stanislav aside, he spun around and threw him free.

"So, no."

Stanislav punched his face hard on the ground, breaking his glasses and spraying his nosebleed. The collector walked over once and kicked him hard in the face. Stanislav cried miserably, staying seated, desiccated violently. There was a strong skatol odor. Step further through the broken glasses. A twisted frame lay like a wreck.

"Yes, please, help me."

The collector shook his face left and right with no expression on his face.

The face of a middle-aged man is dyed of despair.

"Go to hell, go to hell!!

When the collector raised his long sword high, he dropped it vertically.

A silver blade shines a light.

Stanislav was slashed down his face head-on and his brains scattered into the void.

My torso rips vertically and my blood splashes like a running stream.

When the blade stopped around the pelvis of his hips, he devoured heavily into the bone.

I pulled out the long sword and now let go of the poke. The blade was buried deep in Stanislav's heart.

When the collector killed the man completely, he pulled out his long sword and then exhaled deeply.

The armies by the river continue to burn. The breeze of winter was, after all, gaining strength.

Clementina stood in the wind as she watched the carriage rushing towards Estburn. Instead, Alexei and Amy stand close together. Is Alexei hungry or was she scratching the stir-fried beans from earlier? It is a local dish of Etria, a rustic dish sweet and spicy flavoured on stir-fried beans. He borrowed a pot in the formation for Alexei, who made a noise that he was hungry, and Clementina made it herself. Amy didn't seem so good at cooking and chores when she was younger. Add points to yourself in your heart. Regardless, I didn't give up Alexei.

"The bill of lading is missing. Yeah."

"It's a special made by me. Alexei, I'm a little too worried"

As a result, the Royal Army officially surrendered.

Most of them are young and magnificent. Persuasion took time.

As Nicolai's will in the fold of disarming, he presented a rather compelling composition.

It is the work of Clementina everywhere. Some of them breathed and suggested rebellion, but the collector continued to roll and persuade him to persuade him to stick, and at the end of the day he was good at it.

- Actually, inside, most of them may have been tired of fighting for nothing.

In the future, as knights of the Republic, they plan to get help in building a new nation.

The Knights of the King's Army had a large number of competent young men.

Talent is a national treasure. The Commission also said no.

No, I won't let you.

In fact, with this time, it can be said that the revolution is truly over.

"Nevertheless, that man. As you wrote in your letter, you were inside."

"Oh. Whatever, my Dachi, later."

Clementina approached Alexei softly, taking a modest hand.

"Oh! Alexei, don't hold your hand at will. He's my husband."

"Hehe, he's also my childhood friend."

Alexei, looking left and right as troubled, raised her usual silly laugh loudly as deluded.

There is a gentle breeze on the wagon that moves away. Winded fine snow falls diagonally, illusory as if wings were growing in some attempts to see them.

Alexei, for some reason, it never seemed like a loyal knight, from beyond heaven, was expecting a line of foresight.

The three of them stood there forever, like idiots, until the carriage was smaller and eventually disappeared.

Friendly, hold hands.

same time. In the carriage, the collector was yawning loudly. This time, the body is doing itself well with very little hand injury. And that was more of a force. Turning his gaze toward the luggage compartment, a small box handed to him by Clementina entered his eyes as he left.

I'll hold it in my hand and shake it. Karakara and I heard a dry sound. I want to avoid people until I cross the border. It was dim in the front. As the collector narrowed his eyes, a small figure stuck to his body.

"Hmm. Did you even give me something gold-eyed?

"What are you looking at?"

"Yeah, Clementina did. He gave me something."

"Are you from a female soldier? It's lame."

"What's terrible? I don't know what that means."

"While there is something called me..."

"I don't know, I don't know. Open it. Capo."

Seeing, in the small box, were branches of dried trees. It's rubbish, no matter what you think.

It's the last time you mess with me.

"What the hell. Chip. This is, like, pompous."

"Wow, wow. No, you can't. This is the branch of the world tree…!

"Huh? Yeah, eh. Seriously?"

"Yes, I'm serious"

The collector looked at the dead twig at hand for a while, but suddenly he broke himself, he laughed reluctantly. I didn't know you'd get what you wanted so lightly. I couldn't help laughing.

Most importantly, the collector had no reason to know, but this was also a valuable item that Clementina had struggled to obtain.

"There's still one somewhere! This is the truth!!

Every moment begins to wake up those who slept in the carriage. Several found the shadow of a woman leaning against the treasurer, raving and making a scene.

"Ahhh! This woman, she's stuck to Klund again!

"My princess, your voice."

"Again. I don't care. Your Lord is nothing but the refuge of the princes! Goodbye on the border!

"What's the matter with you? Is it dinner? Is it dinner time?

"You're really noisy people."

Sigh as Pordina shuddered. Elina, in the middle of the carriage with Karen, combines in four, scattering sparks.

Next to it, Nicolai and Ekacherika were laughing out loud and elegantly dull. They were supposed to die in that big fire. Regardless, if the old royalty were alive, Clementina would be just as ridiculous in that country. Fortunately, on the far edge of Ekacherika, there was a man who married a great nobleman of the Romles. Through Victoria in Silver Villago, the recipient had decided very well. Dorothea pinched her cheek and pulled as the collector followed her. Quite painful.

"What's that face? Now, are you willing to admit to cheating openly?

"No. Sometimes, I wonder if these happy endings are good,"

Dorothea turned that way with her hands together as she fumbled like a freshly baked mochi.

The snow continues to fall in the land of Etria, even today.