Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"Then open the vent!

Miriam's voice echoes and echoes multiple times.

Shortly afterwards, I wondered if a single line of light appeared in a single letter in the dim, taking a breath, the walls slowly bouncing upwards with heavy sounds that echoed on the gown gown and the bottom of my belly, and the orange inclined light sliding in like a lizard crawling, spreading its area (territory) over the floor.

Outside the open mouthed wall. Beyond the slices of the floor are waves of sand flowing backwards at high speeds.

Looking at the front, there were dozens of strasbles towed across the Zahr with dozens of polar steel wires.

The pitiful motorized castle fortress, where the Demonic Crystal Furnace has stopped, is literally dragged up the waves of sand as it sounds the constant beating of sand from its giant.

This is the lowest level of Saratoga and the rear.

It's called a garbage dump.

Garbage removed that can be reused is piled here and finally pushed out into the sandy sea.

Spread garbage on the earth.

I don't know what to say about the behavior.

Those rubbish will one day be stripped to quicksand and returned to some of the sand.

A long stretched shadow reflected on the walls of this garbage dump by a sunset inserting from the open wall. That number is three.

When one of them pulled a streamlined object heavily, it knocked it abusively over the floor, making a loud noise with the baton.

"This is what rips sand (sand spreader)."

For the graceful shape of streamlined, stripped metal plates without any paint.

Sounds like a cluttered magic trick, that was Kisk's first impression.

"That said, it's a prototype Nana uses, so it's not adjusted properly."

"Prototype? Are you okay with that?"

Even Kisk's anxiety swells even though he can't believe he drives fast with one of these unreliable slab-cutting pieces, even though he's told in "Prototype" that he's "not adjustable".

"It's okay, I guess. It's not about running away, it's about pulling Gergios away from Saratoga as much as you can."

"So, is he following you properly?

"As we talked earlier. You can leave it to Mio."

Miriam shifts her gaze to Hayza, who stares at what rips the sand (Sand Spreader), lightly embellishing a kiss like she can't hide her anxiety.

"What do you say? Hey, do you think you can go?

Suddenly, after being spoken to and his body stiffened in a vicious manner, Hayza thumbs up and turns to Miriam.

"Yes, Ikema, su. I'm a better wave rider than Nanashi."

"Hmm."

Miriam's voice sounded a little uncomfortable about putting Nanashi out to engage, but Hayza didn't look particularly concerned either.

"I don't think Rhoda will ever come after me first, but in case that happens, you just have to jump into Gergios.

Mr. Arge said that the walls of Gergios are a little inclined, so anything that rips sand (sand spreader) can run straight up. "

"Wow, I get it"

Side by side the exchange between Miriam and Haysa, Kisk blurs while wearing the prepared white food cape.

"Why are we acting like such losers..."

"Forever, you won't say a bump! I'll lend you some magic magic equipment to get out of here after you've grabbed Gergios."

"But..."

After all, I can't seem to help but be anxious to leave myself to one of these broken boards for Kisk, who has never experienced wave riding.

Miriam snapped into a sigh mix in her chest, 'It's the only way, no more,' and decided to hang carrots in front of the kiss.

"Think it's for the woman you love. You like your sister, Mr. Kisk."

Miriam laughs a lot, says so, and puts her face closer to Kisk.

"Hey, hey, why are you doing that?

"If you look at it, you'll see. 'Cause, Mr. Kisk, I see too many flickers about your sister."

"Shit!"

Miriam laughs slightly in such a way that she can't help but have fun with the panicked kiss, and the kiss turns that way and pounds her tongue.

And Miriam was whispering (sayingly) in her ear as she stroked her kiss shoulder like that.

"I'll be there for you. I want a brother-in-law like Kisk."

To that word, a kiss that opens its eyes and turns around.

Miriam laughs lustrously and spreads more bait at the distance of her face.

"I think I'll see your sister next time in the capital if it works out, so I'll put you on a date then."

"So, so, a date?! Is that the date?

"Yes, that date"

Miriam smiles and nods at Kisk, who also snorts roughly and pokes her face even further.

"Are you serious?! Oh, you're a good guy."

"Good luck, be my brother-in-law"

"Let it go! Let's go, Hayza!

Grabbing Hayza's roots with exasperation, Kisk heads to what rips the sand (Sand Spreader). Miriam shrugged in her chest as she looked at the back of that kiss.

Nfu, ta-jun.

Nevertheless, there is no lie in the word that we shall have the friendship of Kisk and Killier.

If Kisk would dictate Kirier, there would simply be one less competitor.

When it comes to that little animal-like boy who runs after him being the most open-minded person in this Saratoga, first Mio, and then the next thing that comes will be Kirier, saying what it is.

Miriam recognizes herself in a whirlpool of third-place feuds with Arge, Princess Sword, and Hertrude.

"Don't worry, Mio doesn't care about you, but your sister's sister-brother love can't be honest,"

I don't tell anyone, that kind of whining falls zero (spill) out of Miriam's mouth.

Kisk stood on top of the sand-tearing thing (sand spreader), making such Miriam appear elsewhere (approximate) on Hayza's hips.

"Hold on tight, please"

"Ooh."

"Now, su!

At the same time as Hayza weighed forward, he left behind only the pitiful voice of the kiss, and what tore the sand (Sand Spreader) flew out into the sandy sea, so as to plunder the walls of the Strasbull in front of him, and disappeared to the west.

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"Was Hayza and the others about to leave?

"Yes, if it's on schedule"

It was Arge who answered Mio's query.

Behind Mio's own room, farthest from the big hole that opened in the wall, was Mio sitting in his chair and Killier and Arge standing to his left and right.

From here, only the sky can see beyond the great hole.

Orange sunset sky with cobalt left on the lower level, with a cloud creeping in there.

The time was just five minutes away, until the half hour that Mio had declared.

"It's only normal to think about catching what comes out. Even five minutes ago, if you come out, you'll have to chase me."

From the beginning, Hazel and the others were instructed to leave five minutes ago.

As if he had heard Mio's words, suddenly, a small vibration came from the port side along with a loud noise.

"Guergios is moving."

How's the operation going so far? Yes, whining in his chest, Mio was remembering an earlier operation performed by Miriam on the bridge (bridge).

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"The purpose of Gergios is Nana, and the purpose of Rhoda is Uncle Strasbourg. Each of them is attacking Saratoga for a different human purpose..."

Miriam looks around at the same face as she says so and stops looking at Mio.

"First, Master Mio"

"What?

"Gergios and Rhoda. Let them both misunderstand that they are attacking Saratoga for the same purpose."

"Mmm, let's do it."

Mio replies without incident and Kisk raises his voice in a panic.

"Hey, hey! Wait a minute. Such a light. Can you do that, you know? I don't think Rhoda and Gergios are working together."

"Why is it that whores have been underestimated when such questions arise from you who have been verbally bound to them?"

"I don't mean to underestimate you, but there's no guarantee they're not working together."

Kisk's concerns are extremely legitimate. Two manoeuvred castle fortifications came from both starboard and port sides. Rather, it is harder to assume that these two manoeuvring castle fortifications are not linked. But Miriam waves her head toward Kisk.

"Yeah, that's impossible. Because for the person pulling the thread behind Rhoda, the appearance of Gergios is nothing but betrayal."

"The guy pulling the thread in the back?

"Yes, Mr. Kisk and the others probably know each other."

When Miriam says that, Mio tells you the name of the person without putting her hair in.

He's not a necromancer named Mahmoud.

"Mahmoud? You mean that chicken fortune teller?

It was Morgen who said so and interrupted the conversation.

"Hmm, you still know"

"Ooh, you know what? Soon he will be taken in by Master Sanettone, a man with a samurai smell."

"Uncle Rhoda is being manipulated by him. Uncle Strasbourg is trapped in Saratoga."

"Wait a minute. I can't see the story at all, why would he do that?"

He's not a retard.

Mio began to get a little irritated by the absurd kiss of his voice, and Miriam smiled bitterly when she saw how it was going, opening her mouth.

"Fair enough, Mio, I'll explain from scratch."

"Please."

"The culprit of all this is a man named Mahmoud. As far as he knows now, he's killing two lords, Gergios, Asmodimos, and turning them into a golem of his own."

"What?! Lady, now you've said something you shouldn't have listened to. Master Sanettone has already been murdered, and you think it's fake to be here now?

Morgen stuffs his voice absurdly, but Miriam asks looking at Morgen without turning a blind eye.

"Think about your uncles, don't you have something in mind? Ever since Mahmoud arrived, there's something wrong with Uncle Asmodimos?

Everyone would have figured out the look on Morgen and Kisk's face when they said that.

He said he had something in mind.

Miriam turns back to controlling Morgen, who further tries to inquire about Uncle Asmodimos.

"The Mahmoud was designed to force Uncle Rhoda to attack Saratoga in order to cause Uncle Rhoda's vote to be lost at Mio's trial.

I was treading that I could bring it into a four-to-four Even by a majority vote of lords in the trial, but one of the people I could convince to put a vote on here. That's Uncle Rhoda. But what happens if that Uncle Rhoda attacks Saratoga?

"You don't lose your vote as a traitor."

"Yes, that means Mio-sama's death penalty will be finalized with a result of three to four. So, I figured. There is one way to reverse it in this situation. It's about losing their votes."

"Is that possible?

Arge cares about Killier or asks Miriam more politely.

"Yeah, it's a rough means, but when it comes to the enemy's manoeuvre castle fort nearby, Gergios is the only way, so we're gonna find Gergios and insist he hit Saratoga and get attacked."

"You're a winner."

I stumbled on my shoulder when I said that my kiss was stunned.

"But conveniently, he came to attack me from Gergios, and I was surprised because I just didn't think there would be such a convenient development."

He came to attack me. Killier frowned slightly at the expression.

The soldiers who lost their lives in the retreat against Guergios were out of their minds.

A moment of awkward silence prompted Mio to talk as he sent his gaze to Killier.

"So, we mislead each other into thinking the purpose is the same, and then what?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, Mio says," I'll give it to you one way or the other, take it from you. "

"Don't make me fight with Gergios on Rhoda."

As soon as he heard the words, Kisk squeaked his jaw (chin) and raised his dumb (chin) and mixed voice.

"Ha! Ridiculous. What kind of guy gets caught up in a kid's hand like that? I don't know who saw what Saratoga was after when he was in this state."

But without moving, Miriam smiles rather nicely and returns her words to Kisk.

"Sure, I took about two more steps at first, and I was trying to get them to fight each other, but hey, the best people showed up, and I thought I'd have to take advantage of this opportunity."

"You think it's a chance?

"Yes, a chance to outnumber the trial majority by four to three"

"What?!

When Kisk jumps up a single eyebrow and gives a mixed look with both surprise and distrust, Miriam nods silently, looking seriously at its face, and asks Hayza.

"Hey. If you're a desert people, you can ride a wave."

"So, you can, su"

I was concerned about a sudden 'chanting' similar to when Nanashi, but no one in particular pointed it out. And Miriam said, turning to Mio.

"Dear Mio, what would happen if I told Uncle Rhoda and Uncle Gergios, 'Whatever you guys want will eject outside on a wave ride'"

Mio puts his finger on his chin and gives him a bare gesture to think about for a moment.

But soon the colour of understanding spread to the expression.

"I see, is that what you mean"

"Explain it to me so I can understand"

"Um, only the desert people can 'wave ride' at the moment. I don't think the desert people in Saratoga are Nanasi, so if Uncle Gergios had the memory of the desert people, Hayza would think he was Nanasi if he got out on a 'wave ride'."

"Of the people of the desert, kick, remember?

Hayza's inquiry was completely ignored by Miriam, even though her voice would have been small. Even though I'm out of line, I can't afford to describe Kisaragi anywhere.

"Later, if Hay pulls Gergios away from Saratoga as much as he can, Gergios won't be able to catch up again by the time he gets to the capital."

"What about Rhoda? What about Rhoda?"

"Yeah, I just want to leave Uncle Rhoda in Saratoga, because Uncle Rhoda doesn't know 'wave riding' first, so if you say that wave riding is hard to maneuver, even if you don't know what it is, I don't think the lord himself can maneuver something like that. Whatever you say, Uncle Strasbourg is a boxed girl.

Besides, even if what was ejected is a real Strasbourg uncle, after defeating Saratoga, I guess I should just think about defeating Gergios. That's why they're coming at us with all the numbers. "

Answer Kisk like that. Miriam looks around everyone's face again and confirms her expression.

By and large, the look on everyone's face saying they were convinced, but I guess it was somewhat of a shock that Morgen was the only one with a face that said he wasn't here in his heart. And Miriam opened her mouth so that she could re-compartmentalize again.

"So far, the first stage. So the next step..."

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Totally, terribly smart. Mio whines in his chest thinking about Miriam.

"How long is he going to be a housekeeper (maid)? As a whore, I'd like you to officially assume the status of a military master."

"I think my sister has an idea."

That's what Killier answered.

Later, he had not imagined at all at this point that Mio and Killier would vehemently regret not forcibly but keeping Miriam in the rank of military master.

"So let's move on to the next phase."

Rising from the chair in the back of his room, Mio looked around again from the large hole that opened into the wall.