Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 112 Noon Church Royal Palace

A silver crowd surrounds the royal palace so as to cover the crowd, a lined shield glitters and shines back the heat of the sun, and begins to lay siege formations and surrender recommendations if you are challenged and bounced back several times. Everyone gets mentally fatigued after being repeated every day, but revitalized by the BBQ of the meal, and vice versa, the hearts of the soldiers of the siege are frustrated by the smell of its aromatic meat baking. This "saucetic something about BBQ? Like?" I could fight it, it was awesome delicious!

"Dear Knights Commander, I was wondering if it would be better if you were prepared to greet the guests as they will be here soon?

"Will you attack me again, they're unpunished. Then prepare the soldiers for the interception..."

Our benefactor, the soldiers of the royal castle and the staff of the royal palace, are not hungry thanks to those who will be named this Sino clan, who brought food and information as envoys from the kingdom. A woman that the theatre was also performed in the diocese, and as a result it was the use of a dark-haired clown, a dark-haired warrior, certified as an enemy of God.

"No, I'm waiting for you, I see you're finally here."

That's what I say. I turn my attention to the main formation of the besieged soldiers. There are different sights of people flying through the sky and dancing through the universe, armor helmets and their contents splashing in the light of the sun while wearing armor. Right-to-left turmoil fills the ground. It can be seen from here as ripples of agitation propagate through the armies, an unusual sight of a drop of water falling into the ocean causing fury and wearing the great seaplains.

"Ya, you don't have to go help me? Among the enemies..."

The visitors of the Sino clan were the brunette warrior himself who was rumored to be in theatre, and walking from the front wondering what ploy could be used to slip through this army. The army of the Knights of the Church can be pushed down and trampled down when they are just walking away, knocking down the armor that is so intrusive as to pay for it. A rare squid samurai who weaves and deceives strange craftsmen scattered with traps and lies on his enemies, but another name is Labyrinth Killer.

If I hadn't listened earlier, I would have lost my temper. Now, just looking at it is a thought that will crush my liver, if I see the battle whether it is the sex of the conductor or not, I unconsciously think of the measures to be taken, and I feel sorry for the commanders of the Knights of the Church... that is impossible to command, too insane to take measures, etc.

Maybe it's a rare squid sama in a way. Who would think it would pass through the thickest central command of the army, if there were a number of troops, there would be vigilance, and if it was a quick ambush, there would be a fixed stone Theory first. But one soldier after another is kicked across the street in an attempt to stop and blame the few who walk in, and the command walks in empty as it leaps and swarms, at which point the chain of command is dead. Without command or being able to rebuild, the masses are unable to press each other, and the dense and stopped places are blown together.

Most soldiers, not knowing where their enemies are because of that large group, are caught in the mess of waves of people pushed by their allies and tried to move, and they are crushed without encountering their enemies and unable to move while stuffed. I can't move, I don't know the situation, I can't even see the enemy. Then I can't even take command in the field, heavy traffic winds up and havoc turns into catastrophe.

Wearing armor, heavy infantry with large shields and spears does not work, even a small turn of direction is blunt, and vision is narrow, without proper command, it is only an obstacle with a heavy blunt guide mountain... But it is pathetic, it is pushed and flushed without knowing where the enemy is or understanding what is going on, once pressed "once" and rolled over, it is not possible to stand up and stomped by the crowd, pressed and overlaid, and crippled to death. He is crushed by his allies without fighting and without even seeing his enemies, trapped in armor to defend himself and dying, shrugging his stacked armor, unable to move.

And without even being able to greet him, the brunette Master reached the gate and hung his hand on the gate. The gates of slaughter opened without activating any trap, killing intruders scattered with magic traps, creeping through the outer gate of the royal castle, the brunette warriors just opened the gates. Proceed slowly. Until now, many enemies have been thwarted and bloodshed, and notorious gates have invited unregistered outsiders into nothing, even the soldiers of the ecclesiastical army who pack them in the royal palace and its surrounding royal castles are upset.

Countless swords dance in the air, and their full body reflects the sun beautifully and brilliantly, and a blackened boy takes a raging beauty to the inner gate. Just walk down the aisle that laid the trap to go through the sidewalk, pushing through without anything happening as if there were no traps or anything else. A silent stand-up obsession in which everyone has no voice and no applause in the act of an overwhelming and amazing play that sees himself riding out to His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen.

There is nothing to slash or flaunt already, and the swords dancing in the sky turned the shoulder to elbow of the black jacket "Cloak" into a series of silver wings and scaled shields, opening an inner gate that should not open while just looking at it silently. The ornament of the beautiful gateway's twisted pattern is adorned with a magical twisted trap, a trap of fear that if pressed from the outside, entangles and kills. Everyone was losing their voice and losing me in a hurry, but only screaming without my voice opened a gate that didn't open, and the pattern opened inside, as if to welcome guests without being slightly disturbed. The last gate of the Imperial Castle opened inside, which I was told would always die if I opened inside.

And the voice in black that breaks the silence of the royal palace speaks.

"By mail, I mean, your daughter here asked me to, what do you care if your daughter's use of boys in high school isn't pretty rough? I'm so busy sneaking in and scouting around, why is Mr. Covert secretly asking me to do the delivery work? Well, a letter? Just be careful, but don't eat without reading it, if you want to, you read it properly, and then you eat it, okay? I'm not accepting redelivery, so it's not a cat in a letter from your shredding daughter who can or cannot be there, because her daughter and wolf daughter are not deliveries, right? Yeah, you have a cat daughter too! I wonder if there's a replacement" change "for Raccoon Daughter, it's a good idea not to twist it? Wolf Daughter, don't you know if werewolves weren't the reception service for bitches or something? Yeah, I don't know what to say... a mochi?

"What are you talking about?" I can't have the chairman of the interpreting committee!...... what shall we do!? "

Is it an exotic liturgy, in which an exotic beauty of fascinating beauty blocks the mouth of the brunette Master Hall with an excellent palm? I will take care of the letter I received from Princess Ariel and guide you during your visit. It seems that you are talking about reconnaissance and infiltration with the Sino clan to confirm the status quo.

"Please come in, Your Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen await you. This time, even during the war, I want to talk to you immediately without courtesy, without greeting you or humble" Heriku "courtesy. How dare you?"

Originally in the royal family, said to be decorations, and completely unwilling to decorate them, my king walks over to the Apostle Hall without even reaching the throne or escorting him.

"Well done for coming, brunette warrior. I would like to thank you as Ariel's father, not as king of the Patriarchate, for the general things I have heard from the Sino clan, may I read your letter?

With that said, I couldn't wait to read the letter, and no one could stop me from crying and whimpering, disrespectful to the messenger, whether he was a king or not. Follow the sentence to burn the paper with trembling fingertips and tears in your eyes, it's just a father worrying about his daughter, and if you take that thought into account, you can't be a ceremonial officer or blame.

He is the benefactor of the princess, a boy in black who stands with his mouth blocked and pierces his silence, and even a king who bows his head when he delivers extravagant food to the people of our castle through the Sino clan. No matter what you are commanded to do, you cannot disobey, even if you hold your life to that point. Yet he speaks nothing, opens his mouth, and merely gives him a letter and stands.

And the king perceived the meaning thereof, and lowered his head again, Kobe.

"I apologize for not studying and neglecting exotic manners, but I thought it was a manifestation of the will not to speak in silence to let your mouth be blocked with your hands? We were impressed by the noble care with which you said that you were in a position to be so grateful and yet not willing to pinch a cut in our decision. Whether you want to be slandered as the royal family of ornaments or not, it is your duty as a king, let alone an anti-pope if your daughter wants to risk her life not to return to the path of righteousness. A divine king is a commander of the Knights of the Kingdom, who has come to the First World War to point to the royal will, would you please tell your daughter (Ariel)? Best wishes."

The brunette warrior, who is deceived by his tongue tip and a rare petitioner, does not open his mouth without saying word for word, contrary to his reputation, but merely snorts. Everyone is moved by that deep consideration and kneels down. Slowly returned in it, all decided by the king.

I'm sure it was my fault, but I couldn't breathe or snort, so I shook my head, lost consciousness, and it seemed to be pulled out as it was, but I couldn't see if it was an exotic custom or a clown act. Just showing up with a letter and returning silently changed the air of the royal palace, the obstructed breathlessness surrounded by many surrounding soldiers disappeared, the hegemony returned to the face of the laughing soldier holding his belly when he saw the armored soldiers splash as if he could fly.

Now everyone's eyes are nailed to all the treats they've left behind, screaming and crashing outside without getting tired of it. Those of the Sino clan who cared for it were shocked, but their smiling faces were overflowing with many thoughts. That was the brunette warrior, the miracle performer known as the master and the clown, the stranger who made me think that it would not be inexorably bad to be fooled if he felt so good.

But...... it looks delicious but everyone doesn't know how to eat and can't get their hands on it, they came home without telling me anything, but at least I just wanted you to tell me how to eat. What does shabu-shabu look like? Sounds really delicious... do you have this weird device that shaves? Hot pot?