Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"No. 1 Schmelvi, boobs, just pressure breaks eggs"

Schmelvi smothered it into the valley of his chest when he gently patted it on the raw eggs he had removed in the meantime.

The eggs stay intact, pinched between the flesh and completely invisible.

"" "" Whoa, whoa!

A wild cheer shook up the earth, and the men's point of view nailed to a certain point. Some of them can also be seen leaning forward slightly.

After waving and responding to the cheer, Sparn between his chest bouncing around as Schmelvy twisted his body from right to left with momentum! The eggs splashed, making a petty sound that

Raw eggs dripping loose from the valley of the chest.

Bruises. At once more men took forward leaning positions as to what bruises and what the calculated out performance would be.

"Wow, nasty. Hey, nasty."

Pointing to the shmelvi on Doya's face, Mio laughing.

Next to it, Killier was pointing a vicious expression of hostility toward Schmelvi.

This is the second floor of Castel Saratoga, a large hall for 500 people.

The festivities of the Great Banquet also culminate. At present, the art has begun on the stage.

Next, up on the stage was just New Face.

Burning red-haired shortcut. She is a girl in a lovely red dress with a black frilly three-step skirt.

No, repeating the guys, the girl said with a grinning smile as she lowered her hips and came up to the stage.

"Uh, hey, one sword princess comic."

It was the moment of the birth of the Red Lotus Cartoonist.

After that, it was just the Silver Ridge sword princess who appeared full of surreal silent contours by two black muscles (gatimuchi).

"Hiku, uh, number four, everyone's mass-marisis."

Oh, no. Everyone thought so.

The sword princess, who still looks around the hall with the sight of a sleepy sight, is intoxicated no matter how anyone sees it.

"Wow, I'm going to show you the tradition of my country."

Upon receiving a cup of milk for the jock, the sword princess said with no hesitation whatsoever sticking the straw into her nose.

"Get this milk out of your nose first..."

It was precisely at this moment that Nanashi, back in Saratoga, opened the door of the hall.

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"Return the grievous resolve of me and Mr. Arge."

When Nanashi said that with his jittery eyes, Arge nodded cocklessly as he grabbed Nanashi's hooded cape hem.

"What's with the stick?"

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Nanashi endures grasping her own legs for a long time.

If I get stuck here, Mio is set to get on with it.

In the first place, why is there such an impossible situation as a grand banquet?

When the Nanashi and the others turned all the manoeuvring castle forts to their enemies and fought through them, the two of them got ready to fly the sand-ripping thing (Sand Spreader) all day and night, as they repented for the sleepy Nino.

If you arrive in Saratoga or no, try to scream and ask the soldiers at the castle gate where Mio is, they are gathering the executives and the commanders of the troops who were the Lord in the hall upstairs. This is a resolution rally, if you jump in in a hurry, it's just in the middle of Don's noise. Even if it's not Nanashi, you'll want to complain about one of them.

Now Nanashi and the others have moved to Mio's office.

Incidentally, the grand banquet was continuing, and Princess Sword fled at first sight, eccentrically after being stiff as soon as she saw Nanashi's face.

"I saw the sign for the announcement. It's a big deal."

"It seems so."

"Like that other HR"

Arge, standing to hide behind his back, nods cocklessly at Nanashi's words.

Arge is like a borrowed cat in front of a human being.

"Ahhh. Even monkeys can make a hard face when it's hard. Whether or not it's funny when it's hard is human value."

Are you impressed by the words, Arge turning his eyes of respect to Mio?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

"It's a good thing I said, but what about the truth?

"... tired of seriousness"

"Well, I thought that would happen..."

Nanashi squeezed his shoulders and sighed.

"... Lord, I'm losing more and more forgiveness."

"So, the truth is, is it okay for you to do this?

"Oh, I already offered to the capital that the whore would appear in the capital. Now there is no reason for other manoeuvring castle forts to attack Saratoga before it is built. And within a week, a deputy was sent from the capital to assume his duties in Saratoga. Three weeks from there to the capital, whores are supposed to be cautious."

"When you accept stigma without even resisting?

Nanashi rattles his back teeth.

"Well, don't panic. If the trial starts, we'll probably get the death penalty unanimously. If you disagree with me precisely, I guess it's about Pericles of Maraine.

Whores die and Saratoga takes over. If I make it worse, I'll dismantle it.

Four weeks before a prostitute is put on trial. That's not the time left. It is true that Saratoga shot Strasbourg. I mean, in order for us to survive, in four weeks, we have to do enough to make them forget. "

"... feat"

Arge rolls the word in his mouth.

"That's a feat. Just winning a dispute between lords ends in our defeat. We have to show you that we saved Escalis Meermill."

"... is that already packed?

"Normal."

So Mio laughs niggardly, spinning his words.

"Fortunately (...), however, we realized that a country called Escalis Meermill was in crisis. Our master."

"Miriam did? Then this whole mess..."

"No, I'm serious about today. I'm just worried."

Nanashi falls apart.

I'm not sure how serious this lord is anyway.

As Nanashi looked puzzled, Mio suddenly struck his hand like he remembered something.

"Oh, yeah, Arge"

"Ha!"

"Show up at Killier's, Lord. They say it's a punishment."

"Eh." "

To that word of Mio, who said hello, Arge stiffens and begins to tremble in small pieces.

"Oh, you know, Master Mio. For example, for example. I can't say I'm going to show up later with Nanashi..."

"I don't think so."

It is a bassari.

Arge leaves Tobotobo and the office in a depressed state of mind.

Looking back over and over, he stared at Nanashi with his eyes like a calf to be sold.

And as soon as Arge went out into the hallway, I felt like I heard a doozy rumbling sound and a "wow don't -" but I decided to think that was an illusion.

Yesterday, for a crying girl, I'm sure it's someone else who said this about risking her life.

Nanashi gripped his fist lightly and squeaked like this with a very good smile.

"Good luck, Mr. Arge"