Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

The sun sets.

For Escalis Meermil's man, the sun is a symbol of an object.

In the morning, it was born from the earth, and in the evening (Yube), it fell from the edge of the world and died.

If you live in Escalis Meermill, you must have had a frightening experience in bed once in your childhood wondering what would happen if the next sun were not born.

And the sun was now just beyond the horizon, leaving the color of the blood of the Terminator, falling and going.

Mio makes Rhoda and Gergios cheat, and then a half an hour later, Mio puts his face through a big hole in the walls of Saratoga Castle's own room.

Looking up, Jomtien saw the stars repeating their brightness as soon as possible, especially the big red stars.

"Ha ha, you're not an ominous red star..."

If you leave a dry laugh in the hollow and look slowly under your eyes, there are countless enemy soldiers there that are dense while reflecting red light (shudder) on the sword spear.

No, the expression "countless" would be nothing more than an exaggeration.

Isn't it just 3000?

The cowardice in his own heart is only making his enemies look too big.

Mio thinks back so, consciously slowing down the pace of breathing, exhaling slowly, thinly, and for a long time.

If Uncle Rhoda had followed what tore the ejected sand (Sand Spreader) and left that arm hanging from Saratoga, there would have been no need for an operation from here on out.

Saratoga would have arrived safely in the capital by shaking off Gergios and Rhoda, and Mio would have come to trial as he was. And in the final majority of the trial, Uncle Rhoda, who was treading that he would be forced to vote not guilty with Uncle Gergios, who would vote for Mio's guilt, should have been able to fall off together and consequently bring it to 3-for-3 Even.

Even this, given the situation until the other day, is a reversal play to be fully satisfied with.

But what a greedy thing.

Mio's housekeeper (maid) is not happy with that.

Looking back, on the table, a spiritual stone rolls down that emits a pale light, and beyond that light seeps, there is a chair where Mio kept his hips until earlier.

There's nothing else, there's nobody else.

Now Mio is alone.

Killier and Arge turned to the army, which continues to regroup inside the walls in preparation for the battle they will refrain from after this.

Mio is a twelve-year-old girl if she strips away her position as a lord.

The situation of being alone adds to the subtlety unconditionally.

Nevertheless, from here on out, it can't even be called scam.

I just play my best to satisfy Uncle Rhoda.

Mio's role is, by analogy, in the middle of the hero Tan, a cunning (kozuru) witch who imposes some kind of labor on the brave man who takes the princess hostage. Well, that's the place.

Already the soldiers of the Rhoda army have seen Mio inside the great hole and are watching while waiting for Uncle Rhoda's instructions.

As far as the gradual spread of the blurring is concerned, apparently the audience has already cut the paralysis.

So why don't we open the curtain?

"The Lord is after you."

Mio raised his voice and searched for Uncle Rhoda under his eyes.

The headquarters of the Rhoda army. Uncle Rhoda, dressed in luxurious armor, looked to Mio without moving a single eyebrow just half an hour ago.

"You seem to have lost your eyesight, Uncle Saratoga. It's more inexplicable to me that Uncle Gergios went after him."

"Right. Does a whore look like he just pulled a hassle?

"No."

"Ha ha, yes or no. I wonder if we're going to negotiate."

With a grin on Uncle Rhoda's unexpectedly unpleasant look, Mio shifted the subject to the next one.

"Negotiate?

"Oh, yeah. If Uncle Strasbourg's life is spared, why don't you lead the whole army and withdraw, Uncle Rhoda?"

Mio wins by distorting his mouth like he hates it. But then again, back to his faceless face, Uncle Rhoda throws up without permission.

"I don't mind. You can kill him."

Mio jumps one eyebrow and turns his suspicious look to Uncle Rhoda.

"What?

"So I'm telling you you should just kill me. If you killed Uncle Strasbourg, you'd be blind enough not to see your own fate crushed by our soldiers."

"Gu... why don't we torture Uncle Strasbourg until your lord leaves?"

"That's fine with me. My love for Uncle Strasbourg remains the same, even if I lose my limbs or change my face shape."

Mio looks wide open, not too stunned.

Is this man really just magically forced to assume that Fanasard is in Saratoga?

If so, is the answer now the essence of this guy?

Mio glimpsed in Uncle Rhoda the distorted self-love that hid the act of saying he loved her.

"Ku, it's crazy"

A little sweat dripped down Mio's cheek.

"Crazy? Fine. I know it's almost synonymous with love and madness."

Again, this man is not your son or anything.

In other words, it's a creature of distorted self-love.

Mio meditates (crushes) his eyes quietly.

Uncle Rhoda, who had perceived it and received it, looked to those on the left and right and began to make them hit the drums of the march. If Uncle Rhoda waves the rest, Rhoda soldiers will strike at Saratoga Castle in unison.

Mio exhales from his mouth, phew, and opens his eyes again.

"Around the corner, I tried to be compassionate, but with the crazy, it's not worth it either. Uncle Strasbourg isn't the only hostage."

"Isn't it too late to haunt, Uncle Saratoga"

Uncle Rhoda turns down Mio's words in a haphazard manner.

But ignoring the word as if it had gone out of his ear, Mio pointed to the sky.

Beyond that is a red star that blinks in Jomtien.

"The red star is said to be a symbol of misfortune in ancient times, but now the misfortune it brings will fall upon you."

"Your Eminence, what are you talking about"

"No, we have a red one that wants to stick together and do the same thing when we burn it."

In tune with the public discourse, keep talking, Mio.

The content of the story did not get guidelines and the meaning is unclear.

But somehow Uncle Rhoda had a sense of war running into her body.

"What are you up to? Uncle Saratoga."

Mio responds to Uncle Rhoda's inquiry with a silent smile.

Now, leaving a single red line on the contour of the horizon, as if the sun had leaked its final exhalation, trying to burn it out, Mio's figure floating in the darkness illuminated by its red light.

Not staring, but just staring pitifully at Uncle Rhoda. Mio flinched his mouth.

"I'll teach my poor lord what a soldier is. Defeating the Great Army with the help of an Orphan is a bad way. The essence of evil is trickery."

Uncle Rhoda's left and right are wary of assassinations and sniping to solidify themselves around Uncle Rhoda.

But Uncle Rhoda pushed the soldier in front of him and moved forward.

"Not to mention your lord now preaching soldiers! To the enemy, the way our army employs more force than that is exactly the way to go. There's no reason why evil roads can beat royal roads."

"No, poking the void of the luxurious on the main road. That's the nature of the trick."

"There is no such thing as voidness in our army. Let him shut his petty little girl's mouth!

Uncle Rhoda leaves it to his anger to wave down, and the soldiers wave their hammers abruptly to break down the walls.

External walls don't have to know, and even if it is the internal walls of five zars that can prevent mud, there is no way to push the army back.

"Behold!"

As the sound of a blow to the walls wooded, Mio again shouted his voice as far as he could, poking his finger up to Jomtien.

Already dim darkness increases its black depth into the night, and the ever-popular downtown Saratoga is not as lit as dead.

It is self-evident that if there is constant light on earth, the stars in the sky will become more radiant.

Ahead of looking up, what was there was still an ominous red star that was remarkably bright and repeated.

And the next moment.

Across the sky, a red star was streamed (...) down (...) chi (...).

(i) It is an event between breaths.

That red star, which had repeatedly perished in Jomtien, pulled a red tail and slipped down the sky.

Eyes on the end of the flowing red star, and the generals of the Rhoda army doubt their eyes.

That's the other side of Saratoga's port wall.

When suddenly the fierce light burns (and sounds) the soldiers' retina, the impact shakes the earth so that it is delayed.

The soldiers took off the shaken hammer and stepped on it, but didn't know what had happened, just staring at the starboard direction.

And at the next moment, in the eyes of the soldiers, I could see the pillars of flame rising beyond the walls, with black smoke.

"Hey, what?!

Just as Uncle Rhoda's expression also floated with the color of a wolf, Mio looked down with pleasure at the appearance.

"If there is no such thing as emptiness in our army, we have left out the play, but that is what we are proud of.

I don't know how much Rhoda Castle's defense is after all the heads have been torn here. "

The majesty that has so far been preserved has collapsed, and Uncle Rhoda screams his voice as far as possible, staring at Mio with a hateful gaze.

"You! What did you do?"

He flaunts his shoulder like a crook, and Mio says away.

"Whatever I did, I would have told you I'd poke a void. I didn't just send soldiers to a less protective place."

"Soldier? You mean that's the soldier!

"Well, just one (...) person (...)"