Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"You're not the informant. Bosmus."

Mio clearly said so.

A shock runs between the crews on the bridge, the majority of them opening their mouths and watching Bosmus.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you suddenly lost in blood, Master Mio? I serve you more than my predecessors, loyal minister in loyalty, that this bosom is an insider?

I don't see him particularly panicking, but Bosmus laughs louder than usual. My face is laughing but my eyes aren't laughing as usual, but the choice of words was somewhat provocative.

"It wasn't Meshmendy who went out now. Why did you think Gustavo was the one who got in line when the whore gave you instructions?

Around the temples of the bosom, it moved pickly.

"Was it to your left? It's Lord Gustavo who always makes reckless assaults, so I just assumed it was the case this time."

Mio loosens his mouth to Bosmus' answer.

"It's too early to get bogged down, Bosmus. Lord, don't you even remember what you said yourself? Isn't this what you said when you went out, you made it look like you escaped? It doesn't matter how reckless you are when you recognize you've escaped."

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"I decided it was Gustavo from the beginning. That's what it sounded like to a whore.

Bosmus distorts his face and bites his back teeth off.

"If there are people who go out in advance, they blow into the whore that it's an insider, and incite Gustavo to go out. If that's what you were painting, then naturally, you didn't think it was Gustavo."

"That's a proposition. By that logic, anyone can be tailored by an insider."

"Wait," he said from around Mio's chest when Mio called his voice absurd.

"I'll explain everything from here."

Miriam lifts her face off Mio's chest as she swells her eyes red and sips (soothes) her guzzles and nose.

"It wasn't until a herd of Skeleton soldiers attacked me that I noticed Gergios' business. I thought this raid was targeting either me or Nana."

"Because it's not a great deal of damage where we destroyed the practice station or anything."

"So, assuming it was aimed at Nana, I understood Gergios' aim at once."

Bosmus is listening to Miriam without changing her expression at all.

"Master Mio is in the military council seat, where did you find value in Nana?

"The power to predict sand floods."

"Right. Conversely, Nana was attacked by a bunch of skeleton soldiers, and at that point, she was only worth it there."

"What do you mean?

"I mean, using precious magic tools, but wanting to get rid of Nana clearly shows that if we were to anticipate a sand flood, we'd be in trouble."

"I see you didn't even think about that because you were desperate then"

Reminds me of Killier's wolf hitting the hammer, and Mio seems to laugh a little.

"Why bother? You already know, right? I grabbed Nana's sister and detected a sand flood (Flood) beforehand. Lure Saratoga in there and let him get caught in the sand flood (Flood). Because that's what Gergios is after. If Nana predicts a sand flood, this plan will break down."

"Well, we didn't risk it."

To Mio's words, Miriam and Killier nodded at the same time.

"It was the morning after Nana's power was found that she was raided at the Refinery. I thought it might be a trap for someone outside Saratoga to find out and react too soon to make it look like they had an inside man."

Miriam laughs slightly with a sobbing face.

"But yeah. Honestly, you didn't know who the mole was, did you? That's why I told Mio.

If Saratoga is about to sink, the escapee is the insider.

If Saratoga doesn't seem to have to sink, someone who runs away is the insider, someone who says the insider "

If Saratoga does sink, the insiders escape. If Saratoga doesn't sink, he'll tailor someone to an insider and sit down and continue his work.

A book of silence descends on the bridge.

Everyone, watching as Bosmus turns his back on Millia and the others.

"Look, I thought you said this girl was a mess. You third-rate magician!

The tone of the bosom changed gallantly and I told him to throw it away.

"But, well, I can't help it. Just burying Princess Sword in a sand flood (Flood) would be good. What, if that wasn't there, you wouldn't be our enemy. Even if you escaped today, your life expectancy has only slightly increased."

"Who are you! It's not a bosom."

"No, it's bosoms. It's part of my soul. This body is a golem, but his soul uses it as my food."

Only Bosmus' neck spins 180 degrees, and begins to make a gruesome laugh out of his tongue.

"Little girl, I just killed my lord, and it just changes me awesomely even though I'm new, but it's a cost to go. I'll take that neck."

Bosmus' tongue hits Mio with a sharp cut.

I can't even react at all, and Mio leans against the pointy tip approaching between my eyebrows.

But the black stringed thing made a pissy noise and bounced it off.

Hide Mio and Miriam on their backs and Killier stands in front of Bosmus.

Then he slammed the floor with a pistachio and a whip, and Killier pointed to Bosmus carelessly.

"It's not like Sanoshita has a big mouth. You look extra weak."

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"You! You did a good job earlier!

As soon as he found Nanashi, Arge fingered him.

On the walls, wearing the chest armor (breast plate) of a man taken from a large shield above his bare skin, Arge manages to hide his chest, but there is no denying that he is not dressed.

"Good! Mr. Arge, in just the right place!

"To?"

Nanashi, running in sweat, approached me as if I were a dog waving his tail, with a nostalgic smile, grabbing both hands of Arge.

Arge completely confused by being driven crazy about how things are going. But there's no way to keep an eye on that arge, and Nanashi curls his face closer.

"Mr. Arge! I want people evacuated on the walls right now. The sand flood (Flood) is already that far. Saratoga is already starting to retreat, but maybe she won't make it. If we manage to escape the sand flood, we may wear waves about the top of the walls."

"Hey, hey, no! You're close! Close! My face is close. No!

Arge screams as he turns his face bright red and turns away.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm in a hurry, that's all.

"Not with you! Why should I do that!

"Please. I can only count on Mr. Arge."

Again, Nanashi closing his face.

Arge dyes his face bright red and leans back away.

As for the state, it's like a social dance finish.

"All right, all right, let it go. Yeah!

Hearing that voice of Arge, Nanashi immediately releases his hand.

"Thank you! Then please!

With that said, Nanashi runs off at full speed over the walls.

Towards its back, Arge shouted his voice as far as he could.

"Omae! There you go. Whoa, whoa!

Listening to Arge's voice on his back, Nanashi runs over the castle gate in the opposite direction of Saratoga's journey. For those closest to the sand flood (Flood).

Running, I looked over the river where the sand flood (Flood) was occurring and saw the ground begin to bulge as if an organism were to rise from it.

It's still a long way off, but that twist has become a giant wavehead, leaving no such time to push it over.

As Nanashi passes by, he takes the large rectangular shield he was standing on and carries it to his back.

Nanashi yells at the soldiers standing beside him when he comes to the front of a stationary stone thrower (Trebusiet) deployed at the far end.

"It's Lord Mio's order!

"What, kid? Master Mio said what happened!

Strike me out with that catapult.

"Asshole!

The soldier's reaction is kind of common sense.

Where in the world are the drunken people who say, "Strike yourself out with a thrower"?

"I don't have time! Strike me out now!

The soldier, who is troubled by the meat-eating Nanashi, asks for help from the executives who happen to be on the street.

"Please help me, this kid's gonna say something funny. Come on."

"Oh, Nanashi, it's not you. What's going on here?

It was Schmelvi who was waiting to cast the magic of "Flying (Cielo Andante)" on the Great Shield.

"Explain later! I have to go!

After seeing how Nanashi was doing and thinking slightly upwards, Schmelvi said in a very casual way.

"Do it for him."

"Huh?!

The soldier was stunned by an unexpected word.

"'Cause it shouldn't be a heck of a thing."

"No, well, I really don't, but I don't know anymore!

Saying so in a damned mood, the soldier walks towards the rope behind the stone thrower (Trebusiette) with his big crotch.

"Then I'll also keep 'Flying (Cielo Andante)' for you. Ah, you're going to be a fine bird!

I don't know one thing about Schmelvi right now, but for now, Nanashi sits on a stone thrower (Trebusiet) throwing board, with his knees in his arms.

There are only a few things in the world called stone throwers, and Trebusiet boasts the largest range of flights among them.

Compared to what you throw stones at using animal health like catapults, its flight distance utilizing the principle of weighting and teco can be said to be out of step.

The soldier pulls up the rope, making a sloppy noise right next to the nanashi and lifting a huge weight.

"Boy, that's really good for you. If you die, don't fade out!

"Regards!

Using Nanashi's words as an opportunity, the rope leaves the soldier's hand, and the next moment, Nanashi is ejected all at once to dance in the sky.

In a knee-held position, that's what flies around like a block of stone. Probably the effect of flying. Around what Nanashi was aiming for, well beyond the normal range of stone throwers. It fell a lot further up the river than the crater.

He rolled vigorously over the grass and sand, and at the end of the day managed to stop dressed up in such a way that the big shield he carried on his back would cling to the soil.

I guess the adrenaline that's been secreted through your body is running around.

Nanashi didn't think it hurt at all at this stage.

When Nanashi stands up, he holds the big shield aside and stretches his chest, waiting for the sand flood (Flood) to arrive.

Then a heavy bass approached, like a grunt in his belly.

approaching sand wavehead.

Isn't it the largest sand flood (Flood) I've ever seen?

Probably higher than the walls of Saratoga. There will be about thirty no forty zars.

That's what pushes me over, swallowing everything along the way.

A wall of soaring sand was about to swallow exactly a nanoshi right now.