Maou no Hajimekata

"With that said, what is this white cloth? It's warm, though."

As she deposits her body on Oulu's chest with a cat-like gesture that lingers in the sun, Fukusana pinches up the coat that wraps them both up. The cold outside didn't bother me when I was wrapped in it, and it was hot enough to warm up at each other's temperatures.

"There would have been a fire lizard dedicated to Marina"

"It's forbidden to name other women"

Xanah said, gripping Oulu's area softly.

"You... don't be impotent with me. It's more or less your god."

"Nothing, Harlem. I'm not telling you not to. But if it's when you're having sex with other kids, anyway, you gotta just look at me when it's just me and you. Ya."

Xana mouthed Oulu's chest as she moaned her fingertips with a bag filled with mild wax.

"... Anyway. It's a piece of cloth that trimmed the skinned shell off that fire lizard."

"Yeah. Fire lizard leather coat..."

Zana strokes the meat stem and tries to lower her back over it, hammering at her not even looking interested.

"Hey Zana......"

"What? You can still do this, can't you?... Huh..."

I totally regained my hardness. I put it in my vagina, and I just leaked my voice to make it feel good.

"I don't mind that, but they're picking me up."

Making a sound of bakiri, the ice wall that surrounded them cracks.

"I'm sorry to entertain you, but could you just get dressed and come out?

Marie the boulder was also a little angry at the two people who would get along for a long time if they managed to come and help.

"Yeah, it was pretty tough. I'll take your place."

In the snowstorm, Marie converts the spiritual power of Lamez to erect an ice wall, carving a tattoo and leaving it to Yeldave to maintain. Oulu and Zana, they did the job for two by themselves, and they've managed to move on.

Xana was stunned that she could do it, even though the speed at which it went was not comparable.

"How can you...?

"Yeah, 'cause I've been watching Oulu where he's doing it"

Marie answers as a matter of course, but it's not the kind of technique she can imitate because she was watching. In the first place, Marie has to work for three people at the same time, including her own work. That was like doing a completely separate task with three arms, which meant I didn't think humans could do it.

"Only those little dexterities are out of the picture, this guy."

"Eh heh. But I'm not in the position at all. So, Zana, go ahead."

If Oulu can stroke his head around, he'll be in an instant mood, and Marie encourages Zana.

"Bye, master. I'm coming."

"Oh."

Every grain of snow that was blowing as Zana waved her arms stopped her in the air in a pittance, retreating to the edge as she wondered if she would make her way, becoming part of the ice wall as it was.

"Awesome!

Zana's quick-fire properties and oul operating accuracy. Marie honestly cheered on the artistry that could have gone away for the first time.

"Come on, I'll keep getting it back for the delay!

Zana declared so and began to move forward with tremendous momentum as declared. Even so, it's not like the imposing one when you were in a grumpy mood. Accept the operation of the oul, not leaving everything to you, but breathe together and wield the icing at your own will.

It didn't just relieve Oulu of the burden, it doubled the rate of exercise of her surgery itself. The technique of ice rolled out early in the arrow is no longer uninterrupted without knowing where there is a gap between the technique and the technique, freezing and deactivating the blizzard, the enemy, the trap, everything that stands still.

It was like walking in a deserted field.

"Hey, you're from the country that's been attacking me just now, right? Am I supposed to freeze you?

"It's okay. The spiritual ice that dwells in the power of God. It's not like I'm going to die, and you can melt it later. Mostly, it's worse to be manipulated by the Almighty to point a blade at the queen you serve."

Marie whispers wisely, thinking that you said something like Ra. And the Lamez, when she saw it, walked silently without tapping lightly.

"What the hell, Marie? Have you fallen in love with the rest of the beauty?"

Notice your gaze, Larmes.

"Kinki?

"What is it, the question is... there is no such thing as a time as this imperfection"

Such a response, as usual, has not been as long as a relationship, but it is really like her. It seemed to Marie that Lamez was worried about something.

"Again, or..."

It was the following evening that I was to know one end of the cause.

It was through the ice dungeon that I saw the next stone labyrinth that appeared.

"If you think you've made it through my castle, now you're talking about this guy's grave.... unrestrained"

He tries a labyrinth made of giant stones, and Zana throws up and throws up boring.

"Grave?"

Marie blamed a disturbing word.

"That's right. This is neither a castle nor a dwelling. After the death of the royal family of the Sahara..."

"Zana."

Blocking Zana's words, Lamez stares at her.

"What. Anyone who lives on this continent knows that."

In retrospect, Zana snarls her nose.

"Let's go. Hosseri, Zana, Yeldave, me, Lames, Marie."

He broke in to peel off the two staring at each other, and Oul commanded that.

The passage of the pyramid made of stone is narrow and cannot proceed side by side. The Ouls broke into a stone labyrinth in a row.

"The basic structure hasn't changed. Is this the entrance to the underground corridor? If so, it would be among kings to aim."

Larmes shrugs as he touches the white stone that makes up the wall.

"Between kings?

"When Marie escaped the rest of her hand, she went through the ceiling."

Oh, there, Marie's good at it. Even so, I just got there after being selflessly obsessed and running away, so I can't guide you on the road.

"Good. I'll show you the rest. Proceed as instructed. First take the third crossroads to the right."

Unlike Zana's castle, which had a relatively honest structure due to its presence, the Pyramid of Lames is a complex labyrinth. It sandwiched in 3D across a number of stairs, which was even better than Oulu's dungeon in terms of complexity alone.

"There will be corpses ahead."

The wall suddenly opens, and a corpse wrapped around with bandages hits me as I groan. Zana intercepts it with icing in an aggressive manner, but in a dry pyramid her technique has little effect.

Even as he received Hosseri's unleashed hand sword down his throat, the corpse soldier slapped him thoughtfully toward Hosseri as he waved a strangely curved sword.

How much of a ninja who believes in lightness cannot be approached and turned in this narrow passage. I have no choice but to take it with a knife, but I get pushed in with a tremendous force that I don't think people will, and I get on my knees.

"Don't be alarmed when it comes to miscellaneous soldiers. Corpse soldiers together are comparable to ten soldiers."

While calmly pointing it out, Lamez turned around and looked back.

"There you go. There you go."

"Oh, hey, wow."

Marie pulls out two swords to prevent the blow of a corpse soldier who suddenly shows up breaking a wall from behind.

"What, that? Out."

But she panicked to a sword that didn't even shine, trying to magically pull out the two remaining swords.

"I can't use surgery in this except for the rest. It's not because the Sun God rules, it's made that way."

I thought I heard a noise with Don, and there was a pocky giant hole in the chest of the corpse soldier trying to roll out his next shot at Marie. The flames of Rames blew away without even giving them while they were burning.

"That kind of thing goes first. Okay!

Xana shouts as she squeezes her strength to cover Hosseri. It seems that the output can be greatly reduced rather than actually used, but it did not change that the corpse soldiers could not be stopped.

"Then only invoke the unscrupulous."

A single-edged sword protrudes from the leather bag that Oulu was responsible for. It passed over Yeldave's head, wore next to Zana's ear, pierced the gap in Hosseri's arm, and slapped the corpse soldier's neck off.

The sword then returns to the leather bag as if nothing had happened to the three of them.

"... brother, the same perverted sword"

While kicking down a corpse soldier who stopped moving, Hosseri gave an uncertain rating as to whether he was praising or disparaging.