Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 95 Evening Consulate

I was informed by the vicinity that Arianna of the church had been seen and headed to the office on the way to the coach's office, but it was far away because the consulate had grown wide at once. And you still get nervous passing through the gorgeous reception hallways decorated with expensive art, threatened by the beautiful magnificence of the paintings hung and the majesty of the sculptures placed.

Until this point, when I say I lived surrounded by stone walls that couldn't even change wallpapers, I enter my own office under barometric pressure by the brightly colored walls that make my eyes hurt and the luxury of the conditioning decorated there. My stomach hurts no matter how many times this office enters again, my eyes glared at the magnificence of that big painting. I couldn't resist the luxury of the chair and the comfort of the seat... I used to blur into a boring chair that sounded giddy, but now I miss the boring chair so much that I accidentally searched the warehouse.

"Master Omui, was there anything from the church? If our surrender is requested, we will return immediately, so please do not disturb the border."

I would recommend the sofa and hang it, but this leather sofa makes me nervous no matter how many times I sit on it because of its luxurious luxury. I was surprised and delighted by the luxury of Murimuri Castle, but it also comes to my stomach to say that I live nervously every day in my consulate, which is my home.

"Don't worry, there's nothing here yet. But you are our guests who have reached out to us, and if the Church says we are guilty without charge, our border is on your side, I just want you to remember that. It's reckless to fight a country with more than two dozen men, not to mention the fact that the Church is already an enemy, right?

It's reckless, but I'm also talking about being trained under reckless experts to the point of pushing through recklessness and saying what the hell recklessness was with a far-sighted ploy, saying that the Knights of the Church can already overwhelm and even fight the Knights of Instruction, but if the boy says so, I guess so. If what the boy says already sounds absurd, even if it sounds like a theory of aerospace, there will be no doubt about it, there will be no such thing as worthy of believing in this world as doubting what that boy said.

"We taught ourselves the art of protecting ourselves, we were told we were far from protecting the Christians, but we were given the means to say we would fight instead of giving up without power. I want to be there for someone's happiness. Stop putting the border at risk for us."

Gentle, aspiring and genuine priests, a missing conscience that remains in a corrupt church. It's no different from when you need it... something to serve is erotic, but otherwise it just seems like pure innocent clergy. Can you fight? No, if the boy says so, that's the truth.

No matter how distant the words were and how you grabbed the clouds, that boy, Yao, did it all and showed it. I put it into practice and proved it, and realized a vain miracle of unexpected dreams that would make this neighborhood happy that no one thought I could do. If you can't believe that and you're telling me what to believe, if you're telling me that a boy can do it, you can do it. Even if you can't imagine it, it's madness to imagine involving that boy. If reality conflicts with that boy, it's reality that's wrong, because that boy is the miracle of a frontier where reality must not be turned against.

"Our Border Army is a helpless army in front of the border threat, but it is also an army that has survived the threat, and no one is afraid to fight for the benefactor, and we will protect the peace of the border and our guests, don't worry."

And the story followed a parallel line, and I invited him to train to teach me the strength of the Border Army and reassure me, and headed to the exercise area to do one of my mentoring...

"What is this monastic outfit you gave me for?

"" "It's to slaughter (pea) enemies and stick them in (pea), mum!

"Is this great sword (falcion) given to you an ornament?

"" "It's a sword to rip (pea) apart and make (pea) suck blood, mum!

"What did the chairmen of the committee tell you!

"" Kill, Destroy, Kill, Destroy, Kill, Destroy. ""

"If you know what I mean, make him a (pea) of the Three Thousand Worlds! Go. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"" "Jesus, Mam!

What the hell did you teach him and what kind of training did you train him? It's just the first blow that disintegrates the Border Army formation, it's been slashed. Without that blow, the battle is blown away and the line is decided. Even counter-attacks can be handled with counter-attacks, and the elites on the perimeter can't stop the advance, etc!

"It's good to stand in front of us, let's make (pea) a souvenir (pea)! Assault!"

"" "Jesus, Mam! Forward (go-ahead)!

"" Kill (Destroy) Kill (Destroy) Kill (Destroy) Kill (Destroy) ""

I mean, you're freaking out, the Border Army took it in a formation that tried to take it thoroughly to keep you from getting hurt... confused and frightened by the destructive power of a blow and the ferocity and viciousness that people have changed. The fierce men who fought out laughing with the army of demons are afraid, no, because that's scary! It's too much fear, I left you alone!

Rebuilding, confused, forming, but torn by a single blow, surrounded to pull in without taking it, but taken back by a single breakthrough. It is a glued state of the peripheral army that repeats its formation in such a way that it cannot be decided with the church side because it is wearing mutually reinforcing equipment and because it cannot be defeated.

I can't push. You can't chase the retreat from that sword, if you chase it, it could be a total collapse with two teams slashing you alternately. If you retreat, you can't chase them, and if you encircle them, they will break through. Surely this would be out of hand with the Church National Army, that's how they fight and are polished out, they can also fight swords with soldiers of war in just those few days... let's ask for training again this time. In the story of Princess Meriere and Charicelles, they break a lot and destroy common sense and depress, but this strength is real.

So let's get out of here. There's a lot I have to tell you, but it would be the difficulty of retreating that the boy tried to teach you first.

"" Kill (Destroy) Kill (Destroy) Kill (Destroy) Kill (Destroy) ""

Wow, I'm scared!

"It was a lifelong commemoration of training by the most powerful and prestigious border army on the continent, even Yao taught me that there was only one way to live with a single blow away, but I was taught in battle to stain myself. Thank you."

"Uh... good for you, huh? No, after a blow, we didn't have to leave. A normal army would have been devastated..."

I managed to regain it, frightened, but suppressed it, if it were in action... I would have either panicked to kill them all before I could rebuild them, or I would be ready to wreak havoc and destroy the siege. Indeed, a strong and broken enemy will be temperantly drunk, frightened and unable to fight, because it does not have the guts to chase an enemy who comes to kill with one sword.

If you cross swords, all the soldiers on the border will be frightened. Now I know, I was scared! Even the army of the Church, who will be delighted with slaughter and ravage, will be frightened and frightened, because he is a mighty man who wears a priestly coat and shows his death to a sword.

But... Yao. He's a princess of the Patriarchate, but he's a nun, isn't he? Why are you teaching me (Pea) or (Pea)? Because the clergyman shouldn't (pee) and screw (pee) him into (pee)! Far away, I wonder if you could do something about it!

With that said... Yao didn't even care about the princess of the kingdom - nothing at all. The king was abusing you, too?

I thought that vessel was different, but I guess I can't even look over the edge of the vessel instead of seeing the bottom. The interpreter also said there's a hole in the bottom, but it's hard to measure. What's wrong with Master Arianna, wouldn't it taste bad if I gave this back to the Church? A lot...... an international issue? It's a pea?