Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Hmm...? What is this...? What situation......?

That's what the human woman, with her newly appearing quantified red-brown hair tied in two short beside her head, says, moving that gaze in turn toward Sun, the four elves on that side, and the five falling soldiers.

"Also... I'm sorry... Ama... let... Sir Le..."

"Ah? What...? Could it be... this kid hit all of us...?

Seeing the situation, the woman said so in a tone that seemed to pull toward the soldiers.

"Yes... but... this kid... pretty..."

One of the fallen men who still managed to remain conscious replies so.

"That's right... hold on tight... at all... Yi... to... four..."

The woman tells the fallen down men to throw up.

And when I counted the demons before me, I slowly began to approach them at a carefree pace.

"Who are you... one of these guys...?

Sun, who feels a nasty sign from the woman, who doesn't even show any upset under this circumstance, takes a fighting stance again by exasperating his vigilance.

"Ha... another ear length... because even if I catch these fools, I can get my ass on Anima... I'm not motivated..."

Scratching her head, the woman slowly approaches Sun step by step.

Sun looks at the woman who just walks like a dall, without responding to her own words.

Short red-brown hair with an amount bound in two beside his head, a lively, unpleasant sleeping eye.

And a forged flesh that clearly shows how long it can be in light attire and its inner martial arts with an emphasis on ease of movement.

Because of the characteristics that make up the woman, Sun explores her human identity. And I read that you are a man with the same fighting style as yourself.

"Both of you, I'll take care of this place and get those people to a safe place..."

Sun, who suddenly felt a nasty sign from that mysterious woman who appeared, told that to her entourage as she confronted it.

"But..."

No matter how much of this protruding strength we have, our king, and his entourage, who thought that Sun, the daughter of Chief Li, could not be fought alone, show hesitation about the instructions.

"Fine! Come on!"

But Sun tells that again in a strong tone to his lost entourage.

Sun's decision to keep an injured person close by would stand in the way of a fight was undoubtedly the right decision on this occasion.

Then, the two accompanying men who understood the matter nodded small and then followed Sun's instructions to evacuate with the two injured persons.

"Hmm? Leaving one kid to run away? Well, it doesn't matter... it pisses me off if I get too much..."

"Oh no! You thigh aunt! Your opponent is this me!

That's how Sun breathes as he fingers the mysterious woman.

But backwards of the powerful word, in its head, it had calmly decided that it should buy time anyway and buy time for the four people who had retreated earlier than to defeat the mysterious woman in front of it.

"Who's a thigh haunter... nothing... normal..."

The woman looked back at Sun again, only for a moment with her eyes worried about her big glutes and the fleshy thighs that accompanied it, saying so.

"Where is it! You're as fat as my hips!

"Phew... if this kid... is licking too much, I'll smash him to death..."

A woman stares at Sun.

And right after that, there was no signal whatsoever, and each other entered a combat posture at the same time.

Oddly enough, they take a stand to fight with hand-to-hand fists that are very similar to each other.

Seeing the structure that entered the hall, Sun decided that there was no room for additions or subtractions, and from the outset he did everything in his power to wrap the magic of the Spirit around its body.

The fact that I took one from Frey, and now the human soldiers clearly know what their power is.

By these two events, Sun's body and mind showed what could be described as the best finish ever.

But the relative saw the unfinished vessel, and beckoned.

A few minutes later...

Sun is lying on the ground full of moss and also stuck in motion with Pickle.

And a woman with a creepy look of pleasure as she looks down at it.

There was a sight created there that meant there was a clear settlement to the battle between the two.

"Sun! Sun! What's wrong!? Reply! Sun!!

Feer's cry, heard only by Sun, rocks its tympanic membrane over and over again, but Sun's body didn't even have the slightest physical strength left to respond to it as early as possible.

At what point in time was the victory or loss of this battle ever fulfilled?

Was that at the point where they took a fighting stance against each other, or when Sun decided to help his fellow countrymen who would be attacked?

Alternatively, Anima Mistral, one of the noblemen of worship, said to Liza Eclair, who was similarly named Fist Saint, "Because I don't rely on only Feld's private soldiers. You'll have to come with me this time. [M] I'll ask for a good living one ', and when I asked for it on a whim, it might have already been decided that this would happen.

"Ha... I got stuck more than I thought..."

Liza wiped Sun's blood on her hand, saying so in a carefree tone that had not changed at all since before the battle.

Compared to Sun's body, which wore out as if assimilated to the ground, its body has not even reached any dirt on its clothes, as opposed to scratches.

"But... I'll work out a good inner strength that year... and I can't believe I can even use penetration... it's a real big deal... yeah..."

And spin the words as you look down at Sun.

That was a sincere word of praise for Sun's martial arts, which was not worn overnight, without any irony or disgust.

"If you train for the next decade... you'll have enough talent to be a martial artist for no one to line up... Maybe... qualities that could even have surpassed me..."

"This... of..."

Sun makes a slight voice like he managed to squeeze it out of his bloody mouth, but his body doesn't move one fingertip.

Sun's consciousness gradually disappears as it is sucked into the darkness with remorse that far surpasses physical pain in its heart.

"... but!!

Liza opens her hands wide and screams as she looks up to heaven.

"Give me that now! I picked it! With this hand! Miserable! Unmerciful! Ha-ha-ha!!

Liza twists her face wide and makes a joyous laugh as she trembles all over her body.

It has endless possibilities, a high laugh of joy at the fact that he turned down the future of a talented young man with his own hands.

One of the brave lines, a martial artist in the name of Fist Saint, was a madman who remembered supreme joy at the act of picking something that seemed to come to fruition just before.

The supreme high laughter that escapes even the Warcraft if you ask, echoes over and over into the Great Tree Forest.

"Oh... it feels so good...! I think I'm going crazy......!

Raise your trance with your hands wide open so that you can enjoy that pleasure all over your body.

The secreted exciting substance melts her brain and takes her body and mind to further heights.

"But... not yet... patience... It's still a waste to reach now... patience... I can stand it I'm great..."

When Liza finished enjoying some pleasure, she squeezed that fist in her arms to endure, whining so carelessly.

And gradually suppress the pleasure that was wrapping my body and mind.

"Ah, Sir Eckler... it's a boulder..."

That's what he said to Liza as one of the soldiers resurrected from the coma stood up with his sword as his cane.

Soldiers who had fallen up in turn, in awe of one of the heroes who had taken on enemies who had been hit in an instant and who had won without even tarnishing their clothes, rather than hurting them.

"That's fine... just carry this... Ear length but good living, and Anima wouldn't be mad at you for this... maybe..."

"Yes......! Got it!

Liza falls to the ground and points to Sun, who is completely out of her mind.

The man who was instructed to do so moved his body, which still hurts strongly, to take charge of Sun's body, which is completely disoriented and relaxed.

"Sun!? Reply! Sancha - '

Feer's sad cry, which had reached Sun's ear from a remote land, was also cut off by the interruption of the magic supply.

"Ha... pretty satisfied...... Huh! It hurts..."

"Sir Eclair! What have you done!

Suddenly, one soldier rushes over to Liza, whose flank is suppressed and whose face is distorted into agony.

"I think I got a good shot... there it is..."

"So, are you okay!? Give me an allowance now!

"I don't need it. Don't come near me."

Liza stuck her hand out and controlled the soldier's movements as he rushed to make allowance.

"If you spit like this, it will heal... and if you guys touch it, it will get extra worse..."

"So, but..."

"Don't touch me. The aftertaste will fly..."

Liza is still slightly folding her body with a painful color on its face while suppressing the part where Sun's blow came in.

It was clear that it was due to a secret technique called penetration that destroys the subject's body from the inside with the magic of the wind.

Liza took the pain out of her own body by using her strength to think that she was still a little early to pick it from the inside, that it might have been more deliciously fruitful if she waited a little longer.

"Well... I'm going home..."

Liza says so willingly, turning her back on the men and walking out.

"Or are you going home?

"Yeah... I was satisfied there... and it's troublesome to accompany your no-no march... I'll go home first... You can do it without me as long as you carry it to Anima...?

"Ri, got it. Take care..."

Behaving like a dall is a word that has the strength not to say yes or no.

Hearing that, the men answered that with upright immobility and walked to the other side of the woods. I then had to drop him off.

I said be careful, but wondering where the hell in this world is there someone who can do something about this person?