Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

It usually didn't take long for Arge to regret jumping into the dust chute.

Speed that can be called a direct landing. Blowing up from the bottom to the top, I was exposed to breathless wind pressure, making bulky noises, and my hair was overwhelmed.

Darkness without light. As I slipped down a narrow space of critical breadth of my body, my sense of direction gradually lost.

How long will it keep falling?

It started to fall for a few seconds. But long enough for Arge to think of it as eternal.

You shouldn't think about the worst.

That's the biggest failure I've ever thought about.

"Don't think about white bears." That's what they say, and no one has a white bear in their head that doesn't connitiate. Rather, there are so many white bears that more humans start parading in their heads.

'Worst of the Worst' smears in Arge's head.

What if it's thinner ahead and jammed along the way?

I can't move one thing in here, I just wait for death.

I felt myself in such a situation looping through my head and something cold running around the section (nod).

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arge finally becomes intolerable and screams.

At that moment, a change came to the vision of the black monochromatic arge.

My feet are brighter. As soon as Arge thought so, he was thrown out into a wide space with nothing to support his body and unnecessarily bumping his hands and feet.

"Hih!"

Leave your squeaky voice in the air and fall straight off your ass on a pile of garbage. The raw debris jumped around the perimeter, making a noise called gucha containing water.

"No, ahh, already! Disgusting. No!

The voice belonged to an age-appropriate girl, fourteen, not the usual slightly yassagre arge.

The smell sucks, but it seems to have fallen safely to the garbage dump anyway.

Arge thinks as he desperately sweeps away the mucus-shaped debris from his stomach that is unidentified.

If you have the same structure as Saratoga, this is the lowest level of the manoeuvre castle fort, below the castle and downtown floors. further down than the evacuation area for non-combatants. Floor for sewage and garbage disposal.

Right here (here) would be a garbage dump out of the castle, just below the castle of Gergios.

In the halls of dozens of zar squares, beneath several holes opened in the ceiling, each is made of a pile of garbage, and an arched exit without a door can be seen in a painting on the wall. Apparently, it's in the aisle up ahead.

After checking so calmly, Arge finally remembers Nanashi.

"Nanashi! Where is it?

I looked around in a hurry, and across the garbage mountain, on the stone floor, there was a figure of Nanashi rolling into a large letter. I guess I fell into the garbage heap and rolled off even more as it was. It is a garbage-painted figure even worse than Arge's.

"Hey...... you okay?

In response to Arge's inquiry, no reply has been received.

But when he found Nanashi's chest up and down in the distance, Arge stroked his chest down, ho.

No, I'm not worried... I can't even move a sand spreader without him.

And, Arge excused himself for who to turn to for the fact that he was horrified.

"Come on."

Along with a hanging voice like an old man, he manages to get up and Arge walks over to Nanashi.

Arge spoke to Nanashi as he stood right beside Nanashi's head and looked down.

"When it comes to Omae, it's really stupid..."

With a bitter smile, Arge loses his word as he says so to slap lightly.

There was nothing in Nanashi's face that could be called facial expressions that rolled at Arge's feet.

That's too much emotion trying to overflow to get it out of anywhere. It looks that way to Arge.

However, from the eyes without light, it seemed like a clear cry of Nanashi's emotions that leaked through the gap.

"I couldn't protect my sister..."

Nanashi groaned in a voice like he had his throat tightened.

The figure of a 15-year-old boy poked at reality, who had his family - his sister eaten by a monster - was there.

It's not Omae's fault.

That's what Arge tried to say... and stopped.

I'm sure you won't get to Nanashi right now, in these words.

Losing the words to speak, Arge, just silently letting Nanashi stand, held his hand and took him to the front of the barrel, which was piled in the corner of the garbage dump.

There are also workers at the garbage dump who handle it.

Probably for a worker's hand wash. The barrels were lined with bright water.

Arge wears it from his head with a rolling handkerchief on the floor.

"Oh, it feels good"

And to Nanashi, I'll hang it from my head.

"What do you say, it'll feel good"

Nanashi doesn't even respond to that inquiry with Pickle.

I wear it and hang it on a nanashi.

Arge repeated it silently for a while

When the water in the barrel becomes almost too wet, the debris on the body almost flows off, leaving the two of them wet, just standing up.

Arge watched over the droplets dripping from the tip of his hair.

Hair stuck on forehead, face like a dead man, shoulders that fell without strength. A sloppy, dripping arm. The droplets that convey the cheeks are water or tears.

Maybe he can't do that anymore.

Nanashi wrapped up in an atmosphere that made her think so.

I am obsessed with the temptation of death. That's what Arge looked like.

Sure enough, this boy failed. He's a miserable loser who couldn't save his sister.

The "Reason" that has driven this stupid boy so far has now vanished like smoke.

Arge sighs.

It is impossible to escape with this state of Nanashi.

... leave it.

Arge asks himself that and laughs quickly.

There's no way I can do that.

I've already been too involved with this boy.

Arge already knows what he needs to do.

Now this boy needs a 'reason' to survive.

I have no choice. This is an emergency evacuation. Helping people.

Turn to yourself, the more you repeat that, the louder your heart screams that it's a lie.

... Ok. Be honest. I want that, too.

As soon as I admitted so, behind Arge's whispering chest, my heart began to bounce bickly and raze as it was.

Take a big breath and throw up. Suck it again...... puke.

That's the first time, but I think it's awful to be in a pile of garbage.

If there's a guy named God, I'll beat him up later.

Arge looks at Nanashi again.

At that time, a slight expression appeared on Nanashi's face, which had no expression until then.

It's a smile made by a crying human being forced to.

Seems painful, lonely, a goodbye smile stabbing my chest.

"Enough about me, Mr. Arge..."

Something broke in the arge the moment Nanashi said that in a calm voice.

Arge grabs Nanashi's hair abusively and pulls him down full of strength.

When Nanashi's jaw (chin) rose and she looked up, Arge covered her body and pressed her lips against Nanashi's lips.

"Mm-hmm."

Suddenly Nanashi is surprised and opens his eyes.

But Nanashi, whose hair was pulled and his arm joint taken, can't even move.

Arge's sole wasn't easy to kiss.

The bees and teeth hit, the mouth cut, the taste of iron, the smell of iron fills the mouth.

But even Arge's tongue continued to greed and ravage Nanashi's mouth.

It's like, an invasion of the beast. Running of beast desire. - - The truth is that one woman, pure of greed, without experience, hit the length of her thoughts with all her might.

For the rest of his breathlessness, Nanashi makes his eyes black and white, bouncing Arge's body off.

Nanashi roughing up his breathing and relaxing behind him.

Looking straight at that nanashi, Arge said.

"How about that! You like me now?

"Huh?"

Thoughts slip up in Nanashi's head at Arge's unclamped remarks.

"I'm asking if you like me! You idiot!!

"Yes!

Pushed by Arge's curtain of power, Nanashi responds reflexively.

Looking at it satisfactorily, Arge said, pointing to Bisili and Nanashi.

"All right! I'll be your reason to live! You just took responsibility for getting me out of here safely."

"Huh?... what is that..."

Arge says in a voice that seems to disappear, blushing suddenly and mozingly at Nanashi's wolf.

"Ah... how can you let the woman you love die? As a man."

Keep it up, shy leaning Arge. Silence descended between them.

And the next moment.

"Pfft! Pfft, haha..."

Nanashi erupted.

"Hey, what's wrong!

Arge turns bright red on his face and stuffs him to Nanashi. Still pounding Nanashi's body with pokapoka that never stops laughing.

"What the heck. Wow, that's crazy about the woman I love."

Nanashi smiles at Arge as he wipes (plugs) tears in his eyes with his fingertips.

"Thank you. It's all right now. Until I return to Saratoga, I will protect Mr. Arge and show him."

Nanashi's smile has no more.

Arge smiled back at Nanashi, muttering in a small voice so that he could not hear.

"Until we get back to Saratoga..."