The whole castle has a slightly shaky impact. But different soldiers and samurai in the hallway don't realize it. On the contrary, even if you pull your clothes lightly, you won't even notice Sophie, Tio, or Hilda.
"It doesn't look good. You don't notice me at all."
"After all, as Mr. Kyle and the others said, all the people in the castle don't realize about us anymore?
"Sounds like it. As I was told, we need to find a place to hide."
Three days ago, when my mother was informed by the enemy's ploy that she could have been kept away from the castle and even the canary in captivity, the two continued to move around the castle, shaking the hands of their demonic friends, bewildered and anxious.
My chest starts scratching earlier. Just like when I confronted Gran in the woods before, my skin became soggy so that an uninterrupted and unpleasant feeling stroked my whole body.
At a time like this, Sophie and Tio felt the danger of the battle that the adventurers would constantly expose themselves to just because their mother was not there to help them.
"All three of you, I wonder if you're okay."
"Hmm... now, believe me, we have to wait"
Still, now we're in a position to protect Hilda. I scold my hands and feet that are about to tremble, holding your hand from both sides, and keep looking for the hardest place to find, hidden in this wide castle.
"Besides, I sent Beryl and Rubeus out to help, and I can call them back as soon as I have to,"
"Yeah... right. Those kids would definitely help."
He was bewitched beforehand to prevent interference with his brain, and the three of them had been given advance instructions by Kyle and others on how to respond.
From the Thieves who turned into Shirley, I received word earlier that they were forced to make errands and do things away, and that it did their job to disguise the wind as unnoticed as possible, or that they confronted weak Crowley with transmission magic from Cood.
Immediately thereafter, we summon Beryl and Rubeus, send them to help Kyle and the others, and if this one is in danger, we summon them back immediately with subpoena magic. It's a limited number of operations, but they were lucky enough to carry it.
"Maybe the operation to turn Sophie into Sophie worked."
"Ugh... don't remind me too much. I honestly didn't like it when I said it was to fool them."
It may also have helped that Kyle turned into Sophie, as the suspicious turned into her mother.... Although I honestly felt quite complicated that a five-year-old man turned into the same figure as himself and even accompanied him to practice his tone.
…………
"? Hilda, what's wrong?
It's nothing.
Hilda, who was leaning down with a blue face, turned to the wind that it was nothing at all, but she looked restless and her gripped hand was sweating tightly.
In retrospect now, Hilda was strangely under-represented, though not since the Thief revealed his identity. I wonder what the hell is going on, and soon I can think of an answer.
(If the perverts were after you, you'd be scared)
(…… we also remember ourselves)
Having experienced two similar experiences before, and the perception that we are not eligible for perverts this time, calms Sophie and Tio both, but from Hilda, who is the person of the day, it is also natural to be anxious if you think that the man trying to kidnap you is fighting the young adventurers nearby.
It's the princess. Whatever it is. Same year, same 10-year-old...... the two of them who understood Hilda's feelings better grip their hands harder.
"Huh, both of you............?
"I may be anxious, but I'm probably fine. Me and Sophie had a few similar things going on, but we managed. This time, I'm sure."
"So let's just think about being helpful, without thinking about anything extra? Me and Tio are always attached... right?
Defending too much in front of a rare Phantom. Still, it's much better than being alone. If that's the first girl of my age I can forgive.
"No need for comfort! I'm not scared! Now, both of you, follow me!
As well as confessing to being scared if you say something like that yourself, Sophie and Tio smile bitterly at each other and go along with Zunzun and Hilda moving forward without saying anything.
Glad you got your mind back on it, the two of you think. Slightly dangerous, but much better than being depressed.
"…… that?
"What's wrong, Tio?
"Hmm... I thought this part was glowing..."
It was hidden under a vase, and the slightest light that emerged by the dark night leaked out. I looked away at the vase, curious, and there was engraved a small magic formation as thin and glowing nails.
Shirley's hand tremors were becoming more pronounced the second night after the battle with Marion began.
"There!
A black spear turned into a trident spear plunders Shirley's flank. Without being frightened by it, he immediately launched a flash of counterattack, but was struck by a agile move that did not seem to be all-body armor, and the battle once again shifted to countless scattered thousand Japanese hands of sparks.
"What's up!? Your sword shouldn't be to that extent!! Come on, show me your main story!!
"………………"
You can say whatever you want, but Shirley understands through one-in-one that she's not the kind of person to lose her hand for any reason.
Not to mention Marion wouldn't have expected the cause of the malaise, such as withdrawal symptoms because she missed her daughter for more than a day, and even if she told her about it, nothing would change. It just weighs more than a blow in the fury of the worst.
And very troublesome, there can't be so many users driving their hands crazy with anger. Rather, it would just take more polishing on the delicacy of the moves while increasing force and speed.
(At least......... at least if you can just look at the pictures......!
That would at least solve the tremor in your hand for a while.... If this is the demon there, it is possible to slash it into one effort while looking at the photo, but naturally it is not the person who will allow it.
If you do that in the middle of a death struggle, it's inevitable that you're waiting for death... that's all you have to avoid.
"This is just a natural destruction...... But it's been a long time since anyone could carry my spear so far in front of me! Now show more of your power!!
"Come on......... I'm really persistent......!
It is difficult to say that Shirley, with his narrow body line and a strong crowd, was originally suitable for a long battle. Based on that, it would be extremely natural for her to become bound to letting her opponent die in one blow.
That said, there is still room for strength itself. Even if it is not suitable, it is only physical...... Shirley's superhuman physical operation makes it possible to continue to fight at all costs for a week while reducing his health drain to the extreme.
Still I don't like long fights...... nothing more than withdrawal symptoms pulling my legs by then.
(We have to do something and buy some time to worship the photos......!
A soft sword intercepts the spear of just as he deludes the tremor of his hand with a grip that holds the sword.
Shirley's Shrushagana was accidentally bounced backwards like a black spear as a sword flash flowed through a series of strikes that were supposed to be pounding walls.
"Nooo!?
But it was Marion who was stunned by this. I wonder if the spear tip will play, just like before, or if suddenly the force has fallen out of the sword, on the contrary, and I am poked into the void to expose a slight gap.
Rapid weakness...... whereby there is a technique to loosen up the force and disfigure the opponent, but in the midst of a death fight between peers, those who can do it in the earthen field, etc., are not.
Not to mention that Marion's mood, once aware of his common sense as such a samurai, would be a stunning word, close to impossible, such as when his opponent, who is in a mysterious malaise and his whole body is starting to tense, makes such advanced moves...
"………………… ahhh!
Two swords of pale and red flash many times in the blink of an eye. Most of it is prevented by Marion's black spear, but the trajectory depicted by Igarima and Shrushagana was cut through black armor and stroked four times from Marion's right shoulder to the tip.
"F...... kuhahahahahahahahahaha! Don't do it! That's how it's worth coming to see you!
The armor falls apart and falls to the ground, and a great deal of blood drips from the muscular arms, but what Marion gives you is a roar of joy, not a scream. It was a cry for the emergence of those who rejoiced and braved at the emergence of the mighty who could be hunted down even if they betrayed the whole spirit.
(I still wouldn't be frightened with that amount of scratches...... but the movement would have been somewhat dull)
I am tightening my muscles and stopping the bleeding, but that alone takes my consciousness and strength. It will take time to heal Marion's wounds, who is not half immortal (Immortal).
I can't afford to let you use magic. Regardless of how much time it took to get the book back on track, Shirley tilted the whole spirit to finish the time until then.