Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

The world is surrounded by blue.

Blue as far as I can see.

There was a girl wearing a blue dress.

If the color of her eyes staring at the blue scenery is also blue, so is the great sword with her hands on it.

Her white magnetic skin and the world was so blue everywhere that she was worried that her silver hair would stain blue.

It's a landscape on the sky, 1,000 zars too far from the ground.

In space, on a floor of puffy floating ice.

The girl stood there.

The higher you look up, the deeper the color of the sky increases, and the stars instantly (again) say it's daylight.

Even though it's almost fifty degrees above the desert during the day, if you get to this height, the temperature is below freezing. Exhalation freezes instantly and stains white.

In such an extremely cold landscape, she cares a little about the breeze blowing up from the bottom, the hem of the dress flashing and the whites of the drawers peeking.

The story goes back half an hour to why she was there.

Courtyard at Saratoga Castle. Several magicians are laying down spiritual stones in shallow ponds like puddles, following the instructions of the sword princess.

Fifty of them.

Although the magicians recommended the work without stopping, they could not measure her intentions and looked equally suspicious.

There is one type of magic in the Spirit Stone. Nothing special magic.

Rather, a rushing magician may say a simple technique to use for practice.

"How do we get to the enemy before this Saratoga?"

Next to the sorcerers working, Mio was cutting the paralysis.

The moment and time are approaching, but I can't see what the sword princess is trying to do.

"Coming from the sky"

Make sure you recieve Mio's frustration, and Princess Sword responds flatly.

"This says something different. I heard there's no such thing as flying magic, but isn't it?

Mio is right, there is no such magic as flying freely in this world.

It is often misunderstood in letter terms, but the magic of 'Flying (Cielo Andante)' is a magic that only adds a single jump force and also has a flight distance of up to 100 zars or so.

"A bird has a bird's, and a man's. There is no such convenient magic that people fly in the sky"

Mio lifts one eyebrow to Princess Sword's answer and looks more and more grumpy.

So, how do we fly?

"I won't fly."

The sword princess smiles fluently and goes on with the words further.

"It falls (...)"

With that said, she plugs in the love sword "Silver Ridge (Monte Silvio)", not least in the center of the pond.

At the center of the sword as soon as possible, making a sound with the pisci, the water had begun to freeze and, at the end of the day, had undergone transformation into a single silver plate.

"What...?

That's what I almost said. Blocking Mio's inquiry, Princess Sword jumps on that silver plate.

At the same time, the spiritual stones contained in the silver plates began to emit one after the other, freeing the magic that was inside them.

Magic in the Spirit Stone. It's "Up (Raument)"

It is a limited magic that allows only longitudinal travel, and is rarely used for applications other than lifts (elevators) in general.

"Wait, Ser Cerdis! If you use that many spiritual stones at once!

Concurrent use of spiritual stones. The effect is increased by multiplication.

By the time Mio pronounced the word "dangerous," it was already too late, leaving behind the remnants and the trajectory of light, and the sound of cutting the wind, and she disappeared beyond the sky.

As a result, now she is over as much as 1,000 zars above the ground.

If I put it correctly, before the two letters, I would say, "I managed to get there alive."

Apart from what people think of her, it's not superhuman or a monster with her, I guess.

By the increased load associated with the rapid acceleration, she had darkened her consciousness and had just woken up earlier.

A few minutes in time.

Just a few minutes.

A cold one runs on his spine, although it was marked by a great sword that remained stuck on the floor, but it did not fall off on the way for good.

Once again, she glanced under the fearful sleigh from the edge of the silver plate, turned her eyes to too high, and immediately lagged back to the center of the silver plate.

"Wow... scared ah"

She is usually lifted with the sword princess and so on, so she is behaving elegantly to the point of excess, with reference to the behaviour of the royal family in her native country, but just on the sky she was back a little vegan without having to worry about someone's eyes.

It's really blinding height, but I don't have the time to be slowly scared.

With one eye closed, gently peek into the ground again and look for the target point.

"That's Saratoga. So, that means Gergios..."

What she's trying to do, in words, is simple.

Let's go straight up from Saratoga and jump directly to our destination by drawing the so-called (so-called) slope of a right angle triangle with the ground at the bottom.

The target point is further away than I thought. Even if you jump off this height, you can't draw a trajectory on the slope of a prospectus without stepping through it quite strongly.

"If you don't get help, you won't get it..."

When she groans so melancholy, she turns to crawl to the opposite end of the silver plate with a flabby waist that no one can see.

"I wish someone else had done it..."

That's what you say to grope at the edge of a silver plate, but normally people don't leave a trace if they jump off this height. Who can do this but her?

It could be said to be a typical example of "don't think things through your standards".

"Don't look down there, don't look down there, I'm not scared, I'm not scared. Good luck! Me!

Scattered, after encouraging herself, she helps herself at once.

"I knew it, wowwwwwwwwww...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Leaving a slightly unfortunate scream in the universe, the sword princess let herself leap into the blue sky with momentum.

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I wonder what the light was earlier.

Down in the shade of the tree, Nanashi looks up at the sky blurry.

As usual, blue skies with no weird philosophy whatsoever.

Soldiers' voices are as noisy as Zawazawa's, but now there's nothing more to worry about about Nanashi. Nanashi, like these soldiers, is on standby for nothing until they are grounded on the Gergios.

Whether you panic or relax, time doesn't flow faster.

I don't think so, I get a stretch.

A white thing creeps into Nanashi's sight with a large mouth facing upwards.

Midday moon.

Nanashi froze while remaining in a stretched (yawning) position.

Nothing abnormal about the moon. The problem is the positional relationship with the sun.

Meditate (crush) your eyes and sharpen your sense of smell.

Too many people. What Nanashi is looking for is even a slight odor.

With all these different odors mixed together, it can't be very, but it can't be done to divide certain odors.

When Nanashi gained momentum, he grabbed Miriam's backpack and started running towards the wall.

"This smell. Definitely."

A slight odor like musk brought to the wind takes you closer to the walls and becomes stronger.

By the time it was plugged into the stairs leading up to the walls, what was possible had already turned into certainty.

Smells like giant earthworms.

Reaching above the walls, the first big shield soldiers scheduled to enter after boarding were neatly lined up.

Sliding through the great shields, he jumps onto the exterior walls of the castle and gazes far away.

On the river is the direction of the sun.

Confirm the direction in which sand floods (floods) would come.

Again, only one of those areas doesn't have a pneumonia. It is a phenomenon that occurs because giant earthworms (giant worms) lower their geothermal heat.

In my head, I think of the map and organize the positional relationship.

Assuming from the unstandable range of the pneumonia, the scale is considerable.

Saratoga is definitely within range as well.

"You! What are you doing in there! Don't take it personally!

Suddenly, a woman yelled from behind Nanashi.

Now when it comes to people yelling at Nanashi, only one person comes to mind.

"If you're looking for Lord Gustavo not to be found, I don't know if a stupid parasite is going to play on the walls of the castle on a landscape amusement mountain (also only Yu)... What are you doing during the operation?

"Mr. Arge! It's tough. Sand Flood is coming!

The word "sand flood" from Nanashi spreads like waves among the great shield soldiers on the walls.

"Don't be silly! If that happens, there's already a warning in there from the watchtower! You're a Gergios operative, now you're trying to confuse the soldiers with rumors!

"No! If we don't retreat Saratoga right now, it's gonna be a big deal."

None of Nanashi's appeals reach Arge.

When she takes one sigh, she crosses her arms in front of her body and gently pulls two curved knives (shamseals) out of her hips.

He raised his voice, and the great shields lagged behind, making it a perfect place to look away at Arge and Nanashi.

"Well just fine. In this situation, even if I cut you off, Mio won't complain."

Nanashi slowly advances forward in front of Arge and looks at her face.

"I have no choice"

Nanashi's voice is calm.

"I can no longer protect your pride."

"What do you mean?

"You are weaker than me."

Arge's brow hangs, his face stained bright red with rage

"Kill (sha) aaaaaaa!

Arge swung up his sword as he erupted, emitting a tall monstrous bird sound.

Two curved knives (sham seals) are simultaneously swinging down at the disposal of the force and striking at the Nanashi.

When Nanashi backed it up, the two swords wore cobblestones on the walls and raised a high metal sound.

But so, it's not the end. From that position with the curved knife (sham seal) swinging down, he forcefully jumps up the blade tip and Arge cuts up the nanoshi from bottom to top.

Nanashi pulling his jaw and scratching it in Sweden. My forehead slit slightly and I danced in the wind.

Plus Arge, one step forward. Pretend to disengage the curved knife (sham seal) on your right hand side, while the curved knife (sham seal) on your left hand swings down from the upper section.

The trajectory of a sword like cutting a cross.

To avoid it, Nanashi jumps further back.

Nanashi's back hit the big shield he was watching on a faraway roll, and the heavily armored big shield fell to the chess knock down.

There's no room to run back anymore.

Arge laughs niggardly with certainty of victory, turning the curved knife (shamseal) with his left and right hands like a curved art, approaching.

As Nanashi breathed heavily, he opened his legs back and forth and took a hipster position.

"Don't doubt a machete, make it a blow and kill it."

And suddenly exhales thinly as he speaks of 'understanding'.

Nanashi opened his eyes.

A stabbing killer strikes Arge.

Arge is not a warrior in line around here who could react to Nanashi's killing.

She quickly pulled a double knife as she had to fly back and tried to cross in front of her chest in defense. But sooner than that, light muscles run around the arge.

Slashed! At least that's how Arge recognized it.

Nanashi, however, does not appear to have moved with a low back position.

Get in shape, and again Arge puts his double-knife on the cross.

But all of a sudden, Nanashi unraveled the arrangement and bowed his head in regret.

"I'm sorry. If I can use Jigen with the reverse Zaya, I can beat it, but I still can't run the sheath with the reverse Zaya..."

As soon as I said that, there was a cleavage in the chest area of leather armor like an arge tube top, which stood on the ground with Ston.

"................................................ Huh?

The big shields I've been looking around. Whoa! And raise your voice.

Not as good as Killier's Great Plains, but the poor minister... moreover, his cautious breasts were exposed and swayed plumpingly...

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough swinging.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

When he screams and throws down his double knife, Arge sits on his inner crotch holding his chest with his arm.

No matter how strong she behaves, she's only a girl in her mid-teens.

I didn't abandon the woman.

Arge bites his lips as he stares at Kiki Nanashi in tears.

Nanashi twists and lags behind as he bathes in his best intentions to kill today.

"Oh, I'll pay for the armor later! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Bright red in the face, saying just that, Nanashi ran off like he was rolling down the stairs.