Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Bosmus and Kirier were staring at each other as the crew at the bridge breathed and watched.

one-touch instant. With such an air,

"Bhuhuhu!

Suddenly, it erupted in such a way that Bosmus couldn't stand it.

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, Omae. The more I put it on, the worse it will be from the memory of the bosom in me."

Bosmus distorts his face with Niyanya as he sticks out his pointed tongue ahead.

"What?

Fishing eyes narrowed her eyes uncomfortably, and Kirier looked suspicious.

"Shall I tell you what Bosmus said about you in the shadows?

"What?"

"Dada Sweet Pork Tips Sister"

Make a noise of piki, Killier solidifies, and the next moment, how out-of-heart.

"Behold! Lord Bosmus was looking at me that way!

"No... pretty much everyone thinks so, Killier"

It's just an attack from behind (scratch).

Almost all the people of the bridge (bridge) nodded at Mio's words.

Open your mouth, Killier, and be stunned.

"No, no, no, Miriam, tell him! Tell me how tough your sister has been and educated you!

"When I flirted, I was tailed (...)"

Leaving Killier complaining in desperate shape, Miriam tells Mio with no expression.

"Taipei?"

"After being pegged, I thought I'd been soaking for a while, and suddenly I was apologized for crying"

"Well, that's kick-ass in a way. Mainly in a mental sense......"

Mio was pulling lightly, pulling his expression.

For some reason, even Bosmus, has a subtle look on his face.

"But... how can you say I've been educating you so rigorously?"

"Uh, sister, when it's inconvenient, sometimes you create memories,"

While Mio and Miriam continued their conversation in a tea-drinking noli, Kirier was squirming her shoulders with a puffy bow. but suddenly I think I raised my face, pointing to Bosmus again, and shouting out loud.

"Well, if you remember Lord Bosmus, who has never been on the battlefield, maybe so! Don't think of me as just a sweet sister."

"Oh, oh."

Suddenly, there is a slight bosom.

"I'm not going to admit the pompous part."

"Mi! O! Ma! I'm done with this story!

Eyes open towards Mio to intimidate him, and Killier turns to Bosmus in momentum.

"In the first place, it's because you said something crazy! Ha! No way, this is a trap to keep us company! What a horrible thing to think! You evil, outrageous bastard!

Suddenly he was pointed at the spearhead, a panicking bosom.

"No, you guys are on your own from the way..."

"No questions asked! Whiplash!"

A forceful attack as if trying to bust through an inconvenient story. I can't wait to be told I don't need any more. It was such an onslaught that such thoughts seemed clear.

Regardless of the thoughts put in, Killier's whip is rolled out many times during the moment, and the bosom that has been poked into the void is inexorable, and his skin is mutilated.

"It cut backwards!

As soon as the whip's onslaught stopped, Bosmus clawed in discipline.

Not exactly the reverse cut. It's just a mouth seal.

"Fair enough. That's all you need to play with."

At the same time as the words, the nails of both hands of Bosmus grow and transform like sharp blades.

Killier rolled out a whip to further pursue but bounced it back into small pieces with his right hand nail, Bosmus aligned his left hand fingertips and rolled out a thrust toward Killier's face.

A thin wound runs on Killier's cheek and a glimmer of blood falls, although she tilts her neck and crosses her pokes.

"Sister!

"It's okay, Miriam. Protect Master Mio and stay back more."

"I'm wolfed with just one scratch, and Omae's sister. The living human being is Ican because this is it. I'll eat the soul of Omae and Omae's sister, so be one with me."

Killier reveals her disgust at the bosom of throwing a nudged gaze as she twirls her long stretched tongue.

"I refuse. You piece of shit! Look, Lord Bosmus was a really nasty father. I wish Miriam and I had just been stroked in the butt. But he wasn't such a bad guy that he had to feed his soul on a monster like you. I'm not going to say take revenge or anything. At least I'll have Lord Bosmus pay you back for what he was going to do one day."

Say no, or Killier's wielded whip snaked like a snake and avoided Bosmus' claws just in front of him, entangled in his neck.

"Rattlesnake Whip"

Bosmus takes the whip in his hand and tries to cut it off with his fingernails, but no matter how much he chops, the whip doesn't have a single slice.

"What, this is!

Looking at the wolfish bosom coldly, Killier said.

"It's a special whip that binds steel wire made to teach our black muscles (idiots). They ring in a good voice. Look, I'm definitely Dada sweet sister. I'll admit it. But you have to be sweet with no one but your sister or your brother. There's no place for reason."

Shake the whip vigorously, slap the bosom against the wall, and step on the whip wrapped around your neck where you fell to the ground, making you immobile.

"I'll crush you from the tip of your foot with a stone mold, so let's give you a slow taste of the fear of returning to nothing"

At the moment Kirier saw the flames of abuse, the magician of the bridge (bridge) crew operating the Spirit Stone Plate (monitor) screams.

"Sand flood (Flood) at port 2 Farsang (approx. 12 km) away! We'll be closest to Saratoga in five minutes"

Mio breathes only, tension wraps the bridge (bridge).

"Can we get away with this?

"There's a slight possibility of contact, but it's critical. Show on Spirit Stone Plate (Monitor)!

The image of the Spirit Stone Plate (Monitor), which remained reflective of the crater, was switched. Overlooking (fukan) footage from above.

The point of view keeps falling from above and gradually you can see the details of the sand flood (flood).

"Is it something so intense..."

Mio's, this whine tells the whole story.

It was a tremendous flow of energy.

Several giants work together, wild as if they were rampant, and their intensity and coincidence, taken together, shake waves as if they were heavy metals.

Before the giant turbulence, the waveheads were sprinkling sand around like wild horses making hyenas (freckles) sweep into the wind.

The images on the Spirit Stone Plate (Monitor) continue to follow the leading part of the sand flood (Flood), even while the words are lost and just staring blindly at it.

"Ah!"

Miriam suddenly raises her voice.

"For what?"

"Now Nana..."

So crushed, Miriam sat on the floor with no strength.

It looked like Miriam.

In the Spirit Stone Plate (Monitor), a giant sand wavehead covers the black shadow of what appears to be a Nanashi.

"Hey, put the Spirit Stone Plate (Monitor) back in for now! Come on!"

Mio rushes, and the sorcerer retraces (retraces) the monitor's position until Miriam speaks up.

What you see on the screen, however, is footage of the sand slowly flowing as it depicts the scaly appearance of reptiles. It was already only a landscape after the wavehead passed by.

Naturally, there's no sign of Nanashi there.

As he stands blindly, Flood finally reaches Saratoga.

"Sand Flood, I'm coming! It's inevitable. Contact the front of the port wall!

A fierce earthquake that the crew, before finishing the words, along with a roar, thrust up. A vibration as if the heavens and earth had pulled back strikes the bridge.

The crews slipped off the rooftop chair, and the hasty one rolled down the floor and hit his body against the table and chair.

Kirier leaned against the wall and held Mio's body in his arms, fingering the pipe running through the wall.

At some point, the whip was removed from his hand and, in a violent shake, he was seen wrapped around the neck of the bosom, twisted towards the shrug and the window.

Miriam, who dropped her hips on the floor, watched the headrest fly out of her head blurry as she was ravaged (carved) but swayed back, forth, left, and right.

The vibration, which seemed to last forever, also began to slow down eventually.

Outside, as loud as ever, you can hear the sand running, but apparently, it really managed to escape just a little bit from the sand flood (flood).

Mio looks around slowly, out of Killier's arms. All the tables, chairs, magic related equipment, and bridges were miserable like naughty kids sprinkling the contents of a toy box.

The crew begins to rise one after the other from the shadows and feet of the table that fell on the sidelines. I guess some things don't get up. I also hear a small groaning voice.

Miriam, in spite of it, sits in a blaze. Only shortcut hair, however, was sneezy and messy.

"Well, what about Bosmus?

As Mio remembers, I look up at Killier's face.

Shaking his head, in a tired voice, Kirier muttered, just "I got away".

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Arge was in a hurry.

Above the walls, in the eyes of Arge, there is also a clear view of the waveheads of the high rising sand.

If they kept coming close, it was clear that some of them would come into contact, even if they would not have hit Saratoga directly.

"That bump place is the problem."

Arge sighs.

Port wall. This is exactly where Arge is now.

The evacuation of the soldiers from above the walls is still not easy, but they are trying to push each other and kill each other on the stairs.

"If you don't want to die, hurry! Whoever comes down doesn't stop on the spot, he runs to the castle!

From above the walls, Arge shouts and drives the soldiers up the stairs.

This is also because of that parasite.

Arge thinks.

Who could have predicted that, if it had been for me, the deputy of the Kingsguard who was supposed to be waiting in the castle, would have been drawn to the poverty lottery that would have left the soldiers on the walls until the end?

And most importantly, I wonder what I'm doing this to discipline.

"Uh, have I been parasitized, too?

After squealing like that, Arge laughed bitterly, saying it was ridiculous.

"We're not gonna make it! The sand flood is already coming!

"It's over!

"Jump already! If we're lucky, we might be able to help!

The screams of the soldiers in a state of panic tree spirits over the walls. Exactly. I don't have time for this anymore.

By the time Arge turned around, the sand wavehead was approaching just beside him. It reaches faster than I imagined.

Arge saw. The walls and those left behind, exposed to waves of sand, as if they were taken away by giant hands, in an instant, one corner of the walls disappears to collapse and be taken in by giant creatures.

Not if you're lost already. Arge starts running over the walls of the castle.

Sand later arrives where Arge ran away, and shortly after he raises his voice, the soldiers who were late to flee are swallowed up one after the other.

As he ran around desperately without shame or outside hearing, the roar gradually went away. Eventually, making sure the sand chase broke off, Arge went over the cobblestone.

He exhaled loudly and looked back at his back and blurred as he moaned.

"Ahhh..."

What Arge, who turned around, saw, from a few centimeters behind him, was the walls of Saratoga, shredded to shreds and turned into a wall of extinction.

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Finally, I crawled out of the crater.

The bright blue dress is painted on the sand and there is no shadow to look at.

I haven't torn it, and I wonder if it would be okay if you washed it carefully, the sword princess somehow reminds me of Miriam's face, who always washes it.

The grunt kept ringing anyway, and the sound was getting closer and closer. Even if she is a sword princess who mio and says' real natural bokeh ', I know just about that this is not the sound of Saratoga approaching.

I stood up at the outer edge of the crater and looked around and saw the horizon wazzing and silly.

This country, Escales Meermill, is a burning country with a flame all year round, but that flame is different from that of a flame.

"How could there be a castle wall here...?

When I stared at her, it looked like a very long wall to the sword princess. At the far eastern end, Porcelain Country (Naenair) is surrounded by long walls of walls. Princess Sword twists her neck wondering if that's how far she's come.

The walls seemed to increase in height as Princess Sword watched.

But that didn't take long until I realized that it wasn't increasing in height and that it was approaching Princess Sword at a fierce rate.

"That's the sand flood (Flood)..."

To a sword princess who is not human in this country, a phenomenon I have only heard of in rumors.

Everyone remembers having a look of awe when they talk about it.

I see, now, I know how that feels.

Though I thought so, there was no way to panic to the sword princess.

By the time I realized that the sand wall was sand flooding (Flood), it was already packed (Checkmate).

If I had stayed a little more magical, I might have scratched my feet ugly. But now, Princess Sword's magic is already depleted and her health is at its limit.

Then we will have to wait for the arrival of the submissive and sand flood.

"After all, Father never turned the wheel of destiny."

It's the star reading prophecy my father spoke of when he left the land of permafrost.

Fearing too much power, it was her only hope, for the purpose of her journey after the country.

A land that sounds gradually bigger and rocks uninterrupted. And a rough wavehead is pushing me to the tip of my eyes and nose.

How fierce (just) it is, it resembles how more than 10,000 rows of military horses storm in unison. That's what Princess Sword thought blurry.

At last it was rough as the beast opened its big mouth, and at that moment when the sandy wavehead tried to swallow the sword princess, I felt like time had become slow motion.

I see. I wonder in a corner of my consciousness whether this is what is described as' like a running lantern '.

That's such a feeling of instantly regenerating what's happened so far.

A red dress that was here when I was a kid. The yellow tent (tent) of Karnaval that I saw when I was traveling in the southern part of the continent. Blue drifting ice that hits my hometown. Wild grass greens I went to pick with my grandmother. Mio's dark hair. My father's white beard. The purple of the flowers of the bamboo.

Every color in my memory changes with a chatter in my head as if it were a mosaic pattern. Lots of colors piled up, shrunk small, and stained white all at once to rupture.

A familiar landscape begins to spread within that white landscape.

Near the border of the country of permafrost, at the end of the street.

That's the landscape of the place I talked to my father at the end.

My father speaks to the sword princess with a serious look.

"The wheel of destiny turns when you encounter an unbreakable difficulty with all of that. Give everything to whoever saves you. And lead him to the throne."

As my father's words ended, the landscape soon became smaller and disappeared like a bubble. And my vision went dark.

"Father!

Trembling at the realism of her voice, Princess Sword now realized that the darkness she was seeing was behind her lid (eyelids).

When I opened my eyes when I realized I had already regained consciousness, nothing had changed from just before the running lights toured.

A large amount of sand poured over the sword princess, and a wall of sand that soars to cover even the Jomtien sun is about to swallow the sword princess right now at that moment.

Someone grabbed the sword princess's wrist.