But she was so tired and cried so much that she fell asleep. In the morning, Maximilian was gone. All that was left was a placeholder that said, "I'm going to the center," and a dirty little woman with puffy eyelids. It's very frustrating.
"See, see, Ally, you're holding back! Don't just stand there and take it!
An angry shout came from in front of her, and Allie panicked and came to her senses. In the morning, a black dot (Abel) summoned her to the back of the mountain to say, "Let's go out for something," and now she's training as hard as a sports gutsy picture story.
I'm scared! Or rather, it's too early, go easy on them a little bit more!
"Please don't expect us to make such minor adjustments, we're desperate! Okay, one more turn!
Noaaaaaahhhh!
Allie caught the black ball that Abel threw at her with a dying look. I was going to, but I couldn't take it anymore and it slipped out of my hand.
The trees that had been caught up and hit directly by the ball staggered and shuddered, and for some reason their eyes and mouths appeared on the bark of the tree. A mysterious laughter rose from the manmade tree, "Huh-ha-ha-ha-ha," and after a while it began to shine gently. I can't help but wonder if this is what recovery magic is all about.
"Here we go again, throwing Arie's magic at you!
Yes!
All right, let's go, darkness!
Ally unleashes her magic. Abel beats it back in seconds. It's a great way to get the best out of a person's life.
Anyway, the pale, pale Muddy Roll said, "Yes! He nodded his head emphatically.
''That's good, next time you give it a saintly share!
She wanted to yell back at him for being reckless, but Allie remained silent and focused her attention on the black ball that was spinning squishyly in her hand.
In order to break the current situation where Saint Mia is playing with the center by giving a light jab that she can't use recovery magic due to mental fatigue, you have to show that there is a superior being than her.
The king, who is growing bald subtly, and the queen, who is increasing her wrinkles, allow Mia to do as she pleases. And with each passing day he will become impatient. If you can also use special recovery magic, there's no doubt that it will be overtly flattering.
If I were in Maximilian's position, I would be wondering how to deal with the stupefyingly stupid King and his wife. Still, it is presumed that he himself would move in the direction of eliminating his biological parents. In fact, the reason I came home late was because I was moving around behind the scenes, trying to make Mia happy.
From Maximilian, who tries to embody what is right and should be as the Prince, there is a strong sense of the power of those above. He must be able to work with the Duke of Radfen to lead the country firmly.
＜For the time being, the immediate goal is to separate the Saint Mary Mia from the King and his wife...! And get the royalists over here! >
The black ball in his hand stopped spinning and was sucked into Ally's body.
＜It's going to hurt like crazy! It's supposed to be a healing spell, but it's painful and painful. >
Allie's whole body screams that she is at her limit. The unrefined and rough-hewn Demon King's recovery magic seems to require a great deal of effort on the part of the user. I think it's a bit dark, but I would have liked it to be a bit more soft and easy to use.
My fingertips tremble as if they don't belong to me. The magic power of the demon tribe, which has been running along the back streets for a thousand years since light and darkness parted company, is aggressive.
"Heal the dull, glowing darkness, do as I command and heal all the world!
I'm not sure what to do about it, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. A popping black light popped out and the flimsy rock turned into a slippery, shiny rock. As a side note, the eyes and mouth also came out.
"Alright, we've passed the first barrier! But it's still not resilient enough, and the direction it's going in isn't right! Abel continues her muscle training, and Ally can't stand to watch, so let's summon the water spirit!
Madilor says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. It hurt her greatly to be indirectly told that she smelled of sweat, but Ally couldn't bring herself to say it back and collapsed in a heap.
It's a good idea to have a little bit of time to think about what you're doing. It's very sweet and soothing.
In front of me, the coach and the players, not Madilor and Abel, were having a meeting with their abdominal muscles. It looks like he's been trained at a high speed, but there's not much change in his appearance. Could it be that the Messenger of Darkness or the Angel of Light can only train the inner muscle?
"Just one more try, master. I'm getting fitter every day, and I think your master's muscles are very beautiful.
You're so sweet...
If I keep doing this kind of special training for a few more days, I feel like I'll be overworked and my volume will be about twice as big as Saint Mia's. As a maiden, it's painful, but it might be necessary to be prepared to do so in order to defeat the calamity that befell this world.