＜But the problem is, Grandma, the spirits...
The angels of light in the sky above Saint Mia's (it seems) are glowing with a blinding light.
It's a great way to get a better idea of what's going on in your life.
Evel, the Five Heavenly Kings of Darkness, said, "I'm too afraid of the old man's cold water! "Grandma, don't be afraid! I don't know if I'm being rude or kind," he shouts as he kicks off the light thrown by angels.
Evel was a good-looking stalwart with jet-black hair that reminded me of the darkness of the night and red eyes that looked like they were dripping with blood, and if anything, she looked more like a demon king than Abel.
Maximilian and Saint Mia's waltz entered the final stages of the game while the angels were fighting valiantly and risking their lives.
It's a great way to make sure that you'll be able to get the most out of it.
''Apparently, it's not like the magic won't work at all if you build up your muscles. It's not that the muscles are deactivating or annihilating the magic, it's just that the magic is 'slipping' through the muscles. It has become a composition of the angel of light who desperately wants to push back the enchanted magic that has been bounced off of its trajectory by the strong muscles, versus the genie and Evel who interferes with it.
No, I think the muscle superiority is outrageous even if the magic is just 'sliding', right?
While listening to the conversation between Black Spot (Abel) and Takkun, Arie put her hands together in front of her chest and
I squeezed it in.
＜We're not safe. We're not safe. The grandmothers are getting weaker. >
Maximilian's dignified face seemed to be turning slightly pale. In contrast, Mia's cheeks remained rosy and her eyes sparkled even more.
Those who gaze at Saint Mia sigh, "She's like a fairy," and praise her for her beauty.
Although she is an otherworlder, her behavior is impeccable, and if this is a story with a plot, it must have been meaninglessly designed to give Saint Mia the upper hand.
Eventually, the music stopped and the people who had been dancing the waltz in their best clothes stopped moving.
Maximilian always kept a modest distance between himself and Mia, and even when he was spinning, he didn't narrow the gap.
It's a great way to get a better idea of what's going on in your life.
If anything, the Messenger of Darkness is much more angelic.
Because I, as a demon king, am merciful, rather than an apostle of darkness. I'm sure they're just like their bosses. But that girl, Mia. You are not at all aware that a great magic duel was taking place in the skies above you. Although his magic is terrifyingly strong, he apparently has no respect for his messengers. Those bastards of light, how dare you serve them........
《Despite the fact that she looks protective, looking at her humanity, there doesn't seem to be the slightest element of being liked by the holy ones. I don't know what those bastards of the light are thinking.
Because of the influence of the black spot (Abel) (or the influence of Arie), even Takkun finally started to say shit.
As Allie thought it was truly regrettable, Mia seemed impatient with the fact that the crown prince had not pressed his lips to the back of his hand for a long time, and glanced at the throne as if to ask for help.
The shitty king and shitty queen sitting there - and I'm not going to save my shit because I'm being truthful shit about these two - got up in a huff.
Oh, that was great, Maximilian, and Saint Mia!
'Yeah, yeah. It's like a prince and a princess in a fairy tale. How lucky we are to have the Holy Lady descend upon our country!
The king's hair, which used to be shiny, has miraculously grown back under the power of a holy woman. The queen's fine wrinkles, which could not be improved by all kinds of beauty methods from all over the world, have disappeared completely.
And the guru Ekram of the Order of Lurisia, and other people of the King's faction, rallied around the Saint Mia.