Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 109 Evening Church Country A City Basilica

When Arianna arrived at the border, she couldn't understand the description of the messenger with the letter. The words of the guards who say it's never going to be a papalist trap. "That one definitely has nothing to do with the church, no doubt about it. There are many who don't look good in priestly clothes or look bad, and by that time there will never be anything in the church that looks evil and can be dressed viciously!" I assure you.

So you're not a suspicious person, and you say, "I've been in church for a long time, and I've never seen a more suspicious priest and a monstrous Sister!" I answer confidently.

I guess the only way to find out with my own eyes is to throw my life at the periphery where the vicious warcraft meets me, but I will not receive a letter from Arianna, who went to the land of righteousness and obedience to doctrine... if only she were safe as an old master.

"Well, it's a letter, so did you read it without eating? No, I eat without reading, so it's a problem, so it's good to read without eating! I'm gonna rub the ambassador because I'm gonna make him Mr. Black Mountain Sheep, and what about the Beast Nation? Did you say Mao? That was black!! letter?

The boy, dressed as a priest but definitely not a church official, was right that he was not the Pope's Hand, and the Sister who refrained from doing so to the left and right would also be able to queue if such a Sister were present in the church with an unholy believer in the slaughter. Divine beauty, which is terrible to serve God, and a disloyal slut (erotic) that is sure to confuse piety and innocence. Sure, he's suspicious, but he won't send more suspicious than this to those who deceive him.

"I'll take a look. With all due respect."

But concentrating on the letter is hard, as is the boy in priestly clothing who reaches out to a beauty in front and is slapped on the hand, but by divine wearing a disloyal costume that is too glossy to call a monastic (Sister) garment to slap on that hand. Beautiful beauty. A miraculous beauty that, referring to the beautiful woman of the world, the beauty of the world, and the beauty of the incarnation, it would not be in vain for the world to perish if the country fell and rolled. And the daughter of the beast man leaning down like trouble beside her is also adorable, but her neat face is beautiful, and her beastly tight and supple body would not have been by the letter if I had been fifty years younger in Boncubbon.

The glossy skin glitters from the deep slit because you are sitting opposite each other and you have trouble with the eye placement, but the eye placement is a letter. Concentrate, concentrate, ooh, chill! … concentrate, concentrate.

He mourns the current state of the Church and abandons the secular title, signed by Arianna, who did not name it in any way, accompanied by the title of Ariel and Princess. That's her determination and readiness, a letter packed with those sincere thoughts... I need to read it seriously... Wow - distractions -! Would you not roll it, if you were forty more years younger, you'd be looking at cancer. Years of merit, years of merit, concentration, concentration.

As you read it, it's about the days at the border that Arianna saw with her eyes and the brunette boys in front of her. The truth about the periphery that I felt and experienced with its eyes, the mourning for the Church that thus deepens… the reality that even children are fighting demons and even the women of the city are going to the labyrinth.

It spells out her status as a born princess and her days with Arianna's friends, who gained the status of archbishop young but were never admired by many. It is written with words of gratitude and respect from thoughtful texts that just overflow with joy and joy from line to line. In the meantime, at the end of the sentence, thoughts on the boy in front of him are written as foolish as a complaint, as blurry as a complaint.... but what is this "rolled around and swung" thing... in the labyrinth!?

This is an affidavit, a statement of intent to discuss the Pope and to return the doctrine of the Church to the original. We stopped everyone from being dangerous, moaned when they were not returning, and went to the end of the land ready to shake off many pleadings not to go to the border, etc., but the reality of the border seemed to be far from what we were being heard. It must have been a good journey, wishing, praying, only to pray to God. Sister stood on his own legs and prepared to transform the Church and the Church with his own hands. That must have prepared you as archbishop and as princess.

"Arianna took care of you, as if you were someone else before you went on a journey to the border. Let's face it, she was an overly kind daughter who could never speak of blood, but she must have been taught what it meant to fight real battles on the border. Thank you, it looks like the last part of this old bone is over."

You have to contact the Knights of Teaching, but you will not be able to monitor and practically put yourself under house arrest in the city, scratch the eyes of the city soldiers, etc...

"Uh, I don't mean to tell you to fight that, I mean to tell you not to get involved, okay? Maybe? If you were in the cathedral with the Pope, you'd be seen as the enemy. That means, you can't tell them apart in monastic clothes? Yeah, if I get shuffled, I don't know, and all the old men are old men, so I don't know their enemy allies, and they're all enemies, the only good old men are the ones who never had them? Well, it's okay for the old man to get involved by telling you to let me go because Mr. Sister's in danger, and the Sisters would rather me get involved and roll up and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and up and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and up and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down What do you mean? Like?

"I can't explain, shut up, please. The Pope, and the army, away from it, it's dangerous."

You mean to clarify the flag color, that you can beat the papal army of occupied churches? It is true that a combination of anti-pope forces and the national army may allow for antagonism, but the Church does not fall from the outside… corrupt and taken over from the inside, but that cathedral itself is an ancient sacred relic, in which it is impossible to win. Even though you're not Arianna who doesn't know that?

"So, Archbishop. Outside, there's an army outside!

Have you come to capture the messenger, let alone bring two beautiful women to your attention... if you must let them escape. If the makeup is sealed, there is no help.

And knowing what the letter meant, it seemed to be a heavily loaded letter for a busy, hard-headed old man. What Arianna wanted from me was not to fight the Pope with these people, but to escape and protect the irrelevant from these people... I thought it was a strange letter, but it didn't say anything strange, and I didn't know it was difficult to understand because the content itself was strange. For an old man who spent his eternal life in the diocese and consolidated himself in the common sense of the diocese, it seemed too difficult to say the words of a young man who had gone to the border to spread the word and see the truth of the world with his eyes.

squeaks armor and pushes wrap around multiple sides of the wall of armor blows up, heavily equipped large adults fly through the universe together as if they were just poked with an outstretched hand and dialed by a rampaging horse.

It's a ridiculously ridiculous sight to think of the stupidity of those in our church who are ridiculous. I was surprised to hear that children fight demons and women dive into the labyrinth, because it is ridiculously easy to blow up soldiers (today) that we feared and frightened as boys and girls play in front of us.

You have seen this, and you have come to know the world, and to know the small size and stupidity of the Church. The narrow world that we knew was so brittle and brittle that it just seemed so easily blown away, that it was so weak and stupid, such as the Church, which had believed in all of our worlds.

"No, there you go." Yes, Ken! Since I stretched it out, it's like I saw two different things when I said yes, right?

"Hard! I get the fist. No dialogue?

The overwhelming powerful, who have come to occupy the city and follow it with fear, are not even playmates in front of the boys and girls on the border. They are blown away and rolled around, and the people of the city scorn the soldiers who cannot roll around and move as if they had woken up. The absolute fear of the Knights of the Church (Temple Nights) awakens from dreams, the absolute belief that the frightened obedient opponent was just a man. What came out of the luxurious, majestic armor blown away by boys and girls was just a frightened, crying face.

"Back to back!" "" "Duh!

"Back to back?" "" "is bohhhh!

"Uh, shouldn't I?" "" "but ahhh!

Those who have been taught this as the strongest Knights of God on the continent, blessed by God and authoritative as God's earthly spokesperson, who would have believed so themselves, because they have told and taught in the long history of the Church...... but everyone has seen with their eyes the truth, the prestige of the tenacious Church and the horrors of the children of the periphery. The border is horrible that he was to the point where he was played and cried by three children from the border, such as the Church Knights, who believed in the strongest and feared him. And those who lived there were also terrified, and they saw the land with our stupidity, who had scorned it.

"You can't do it if you launch it! That's Shiri-kun! Don't launch it because it's another move and it starts a nesting kill in the air!?"

The reign of the Church came to an end when everyone realized that those in the city were just people who were suppressed and armoured knights who were taken and beaten up; knights who also lost their swords and beaten with horns and beaten with fire scratching sticks and cried out; opponents who had been frightened and abused… the knights who should protect the Christians were being rewarded with all their wolves and resented by the people, because those in the city who found out the truth about the abusers would no longer be able to stop… the reign of the power of the Church has now been crushed here, because it was just the strongest of fiction, which is no better than children.

"Back-to-back key," "" "Oh, yeah!

"Uhh yeah, there was a kick too!? How did you do that now?!?"

"A back fist with legs instead of hands?

"Hey, what?!?"

Fighting demons every day, boys and girls on the periphery play, even the history of eternal domination of the Church smashes with play, and even tramples our captured cages in the name of common sense. This country turns to tell me that the church was nothing but a toy, a gathering of fools who were proud of being shut down. We must have known too little about the world, because it was so horrible.

But the beauty of the leg-backed key peeking from that slit...... I would have liked to be near you if you were at least thirty more years younger. Horrible.