Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"Oh, my God, you won't. This..."

I can handle it! With that said, I accidentally put a sigh of twitch against myself as I ran down the walls.

The boy was lurking in the implant and observing someone about to go down the boulevard.

Initially, I thought that if it were a dim street, I could also talk without being noticed the difference in eye color, skin color, but I noticed a more fundamental problem.

Outfit.

As with the non-noble breeds (Ill. Nobles) found in oasis, men loose their pants in short clothes (tunics). Many women wear gorgeous clothes (pieces) made from a cloth.

Once again, the boy confirms his identity.

Beneath the sandy hood cape is a hemp ethnic costume (kimno) with key rips all over it.

Nothing but desert people. The people of the THE desert.

Now there's no big difference between carrying a sign that says' trespasser '.

Again, sigh the boy, after the spot.

I don't want to do it if I can, but I'm going to have to move to a less people-friendly street and threaten (or treat) the passing person with a knife to hear it out.

The boy travels quickly, choosing a narrow alley from shadow to shadow to keep it out of people's eyes. Moving around for a while, he went out into an area lined with relatively small houses. Unlike around the boulevard I was on earlier, the cobblestone was bumpy and the garbage was scattered all over it. The alley isn't straight either, it's thin and curvy. Apparently, it was like a ghetto around here.

So the boy found a little girl walking a few meters before him.

I wonder if she is a little younger than the boy and the same twelve years old as Kisaragi. She wraps her black hair around the dough with the left and right sides of her head and wraps a white shawl around her shoulder in a gorgeous pink piece.

The boy looks around to make sure there are no other shadows.

(A little heartbreaking, but let's make it that girl. I hope you're not too scared...

The boy mutters (crushing) so much in his chest, turning off his footsteps and distancing himself all at once behind the girl. And I said, poking my blade from behind to the girl's neck muscle.

"Excuse me. I'd like to ask you something...

The girl doesn't look a little surprised, she just stops.

If the boy had been a little more calm, he might have noticed.

That there can't be a girl walking alone in a dark alley in a ghetto this late at night.

Just as the sign on the boy's back is' trespasser ', so the sign on the girl's back says' '(decoy)'.

The girl said this again without ending the boy's inquiry.

"If it's the color of your pants, it's not white.

Silence to visit.

When the boy turned back to me, he opened his mouth in a panic.

"Hey, hey, what are you saying! That's not what I want to hear..."

"Wait! You! I was missing something to say, and I told you not to tell me the maiden's secret!

"Maiden's secret?! You just said it from yourself!

The girl pretends to think a little bit.

"You're not a pervert."

"Pervert?! No! No, you're not!

The girl doesn't look concerned about the knife poked at her neck muscle, and looks back at it curly.

I tend to have black eyes and big eyes. Classy face. I'd say she's a rare pretty girl.

The girl glanced at the panicking boy.

"You think a man wearing a white cloth from his head and putting a blade on a girl from behind at night isn't a pervert?

"……… you are the best"

The boy drops his shoulder.

After hanging a sign from the trespasser to the pervert and looking at the pathetically soggy boy satisfactorily, the girl raised her voice.

"Kirier! Don't you have a Kirier!

"Here."

In response to the girl's call, one shadow draws ever closer from the crossroads a little further away.

A skinny woman with long hair wrapped around her back. Beautiful, but a strong looking face to see. My fish-eyed eyes stare at the boy.

"Killier. Ask for the usual"

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The woman, who was called Killier when she coughed up one with Cohon, shouts out loud.

"Who do you think you are?" Lord of Saratoga, Fort of Mobile Castle. You will be revealed in His Highness the Saratoga Burmeo-Refaux Jahan!

…………

"Hey, pervert. Why don't you do something about it? Surprised you don't even have a voice?

"No...... Um, what is it, this?

"Whatever they say, it's an array of targeted examples of people with high stature hiding their identities and succeeding or losing the bad guys.

"Yes, it's an example array. When I heard there was a pervert around here, Master Mio put up a net straight away. What do you say, I was afraid!

Mio and Killier stretching their chests.

The boy can't imagine for himself what look he's wearing right now. Perhaps more than surprising, there is an appearance of flashes and confusion.

"Um... I don't know what to say...... Good luck."

"You! Don't look at me like I look at something pathetic! No, no, then this is Killier's choice...

"Dear Mio?!

Killier looks back in surprise at Mio's words. Mio distracting.

"Yes! Anything is fine now. Secure the man!

"Yes!"

Killier whistles her fingers in response to Mio's voice. Then I could see the sounds of the ground gradually approaching from the dark side across the alley.

"What?

"Hey. It's no big deal. I didn't just call for the Black Roses, the Kingsguard of the whore.

"Ku, Black Roses?

The boy can't contain his unpleasant feeling.

"Yes, there must be no mistake in protecting a young woman like a whore. If you're not interested in women and your arms are strong, it's up to you."

Mio laughs.

"No way..."

A herd of naked muscle Dharma (Macho) in the upper body emerges from the darkness of the alley, amicably joining hands. A wall of muscle hits the narrow street and runs straight towards the boy like an avalanche. What shall I say without referring to this as a hell painting?

"Black Rose Squad! Secure!"

"Oh, hey, oh!

The boy fled at first sight.