Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Beyond the black vale.

Maraine said as she stared back into her black eyes staring at herself.

"How does it feel to be popular?

The words had black eyes with slight hints.

"I don't care what they say..."

The afternoon of the fifth day of the tournament, whether the semifinals are about to begin.

On the way to the dim passage leading to the arena, there is now heavy air standing in there.

Originally, I didn't think they liked it, but Malane's attitude toward Nanashi has always increased and spiked.

Yesterday, shortly after the Iron Ball's (ball-and-chain) game with Zaji, he was breaking up his friendship (like that) and he was just giving me a happy look, and that change in Malane's attitude baffled Nanashi a lot.

Indeed, Malene is frustrated.

Betrayed.

That kind of thought was swirling in her chest right now.

But when asked what exactly she had betrayed, she was unlikely to be able to say it clearly either.

In fact, Nanashi is nothing wrong.

I know that well for Maraine too.

Nanashi was jokingly colluding with the guards when Malane arrived here (here) after the holding room.

That's all.

But that was all it took to burn her chest in a dark (slight) flame.

Too white skin, too white hair.

Maraine was born with little dye.

Differences call for fear, and fear creates repellence.

If it was meant to be, a alien girl who wouldn't be strange to be abandoned.

Fortunately, she was the daughter of a lord, but no one ever stood up and despised her.

But many of those who saw her have seen her smile like a sticky smile, as they would fix it, after opening their eyes equally for a moment.

It didn't take long for her to realize that she was obnoxious to other humans when she was a young girl.

And the other day, she met a boy who was scorned for his appearance just like herself.

He was a boy who seemed good to man, but the color of his eyes was black, and he was a disdainful (...) natural (...) alien.

And Maraine was waiting (...) until she realized it herself.

That his eyes are black, just for that reason, and that this boy, whose nails are alive while being whispered from the world, is a crappy being, cursing the irrationality of being born just like himself.

But that expectation has now been lightly betrayed.

The boy showed himself to be accepted by what he called the world in just a few sword fights.

This boy, too, is not like me.

The casual sight of bickering poked that reality at Malane.

"If you continue to be a gladiator slave, no one will scorn you. You make me happy."

When will you ever rap, Malene?

Though the veil prevents me from reading the expression on the other side of the face, the thorn (beard) that contacts (from) the utterance stabs the breast of the chicken and the nanashi without hiding.

"What about that?

Nanashi returned an unhindered answer, not grasping what Malane was trying to say.

There are no shards, such as the intention to continue as a gladiator slave in the first place, so let's have trouble answering them.

But Nanashi's answer makes Malane even more grumpy.

Even if I didn't know the expression, I felt that the voice (wow) became more stiff.

"If you don't have to be scorned, you can put up with your eyes even black"

Even though I couldn't understand what I was angry about, Nanashi could also understand the meaning of the words Malane uttered.

However, understanding and agreeing is a different story.

"I don't hate these black eyes, do I?

The moment Nanashi said so, Maraine screamed her voice as far as she could in her heart.

Liar!

Can't a man who has been unreasonably scorned not resent the culprit?

In the chest, the vortexed intense thoughts overflow by cutting the weir (shears) from the mouth of the maraine without falling into place.

"No way! I hate the color of this hair, but I hate the color of my skin. I hate it!"

After he had said it, Maraine was surprised, desperate, and overwhelmed by the words that came out of her own mouth.

Pan star in one's own mind. Too ugly a peeling emotion. That's what this boy saw.

"Really?

But Nanashi asks back in the face how unexpected.

"Yes, because I am a defective product that God forgot to paint"

I wonder what I'm talking about.

I can't stop the zero (spill) falling words even though I think that way in a corner of my head.

"Not like everyone else."

The last word that fell to zero (spill) seemed to have resounded in this dark passage, with a special weight on the maraine.

A lead-like silence lies between them.

That's a long, very long silence.

And to its silent length, when Maraine was about to be crushed,

"Isn't that nice?"

Nanashi's voice sounded as she gently scratched the book of silence.

It sounded strangely comfortable in Maraine's ear as she leaned down.

"But..."

"Because white is the color of an angel. Maybe Maraine is the closest person in the world to an angel."

Maraine's eyes were surprisingly wide open, staring at the boy smiling like that over the vale.

"Oh, there..."

When Malane managed to spin the words, the announcement sounded.

"Semifinals, we're starting the first game! Athlete admission. Let's start with the port gate."

"Oh, here we go."

The moment Nanashi muttered so much, Maraine kicked the boy's ass full of strength.

"Go away!

Hidden cheeks beneath the vale, the girl who drives the nanashi up against the bluff stick, were a lot hotter.

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Opponents in the semifinals rank fifty.

Rankers who could participate in this war of attrition (Igzost) were the lowest gladiator slaves (Eshala).

The name of the gladiator slave (Eshara) is Poor (Pitiful) Ingo.

As soon as I see him, I can understand what those two names mean.

Boy, that look hanging under my head only makes me cry, no matter how I look at it.

That's how it's shaped.

I hear this ingo is a gladiator slave (Echala) who defeated (Stormy) Perrin of the lead storm of the winning candidate in yesterday's game.

There are also a number of such things in desert-dwelling organisms that pretend to be weak and prey on those that have been attacked in reverse.

Judging by the looks of it, it may be my foot.

But Nanashi actually tried to face Ingo, to be clear, and clapped him out.

If you don't feel strong, it's hard to say how smooth it is to stand and behave.

The prey is a stick.

It's just a long stick of wood, if you say so.

Having said that, I wouldn't say that the top rankers, boulders, are full of gaps, but even if we meet normally, if we meet a couple of times, we'll be able to open the guard.

No matter how bad I was, I don't think it's very good for my arm to be able to defeat the # 1 ranked gladiator slave (Ishara).

That sentiment of Nanashi does not change from the eyes of the sword princess, who sees it in the audience far away.

The game ended when Nanashi mutilated the ingo that had unleashed the poke with 'Jigen'.

Other than that kind of game development, it was even hard to imagine.

"Regards"

When Nanashi raised his head with a pepper, Ingo turned into a crying smile and returned, "Here it is," and at that moment, the buzzer of the start of the match rang.

At the same time as the buzzer, the ingo leaps backwards to set up the stick of the product.

Nanashi stares at Ingo as he stands on the spot, not taking a special arrangement as before.

Time passes without moving both ways for a while, and the ingo begins to wield the stick to intimidate you.

"Kieeeeeee!"

With strange screams, the audience leaks laughter at the figure of an ingo who keeps swinging a stick (kongo) rather than being attacked by a nanashi.

It was too meaningless a performance.

"Do it seriously -!

"Let's get this over with!

Cursing thrown into a mix of laughter. A panicked ingo stops his hand at it and wipes the sweat off his forehead.

Apparently, it doesn't mean he's mentally strong.

"I wish the Lord could finish you off as soon as possible"

Ingo finally moved when Princess Sword spoke so bitterly to the housekeeper (maid) sitting next to her.

"Kieeeeeee!"

Ingo turned up a monstrous bird sound in one piece and pounced out at Nanashi.

Too mediocre.

That's what I saw in the eyes of the sword princess in the audience.

"Yes, game over"

At that moment when the sword princess said that in a way that was not enough, she sat down from her chair to cheer for Nanashi,

"What?"

In the eyes of the sword princess was the figure of a falling nanashi with his chest poked up with a stick.

"Lord?!

The sword princess rises with a stunned look as she lays her hands on the safety fence in front of her.

Both the laughter and cursing disappear, and only the breathtaking sound echoes into the gladiatorial arena (Colosseum).

Nanashi, who fell on her back, saw her trying to get up, and Princess Sword stroked her breasts down with a ho.

But it's also for a moment, the ingo stuffs to the side of the Nanashi without intermittent hair and rolls out one poke after another.

When Nanashi rises as he rolls down the ground, he manages to strike a series of jaws.

In the eyes of the sword princess, Nanashi's appearance was too dull, and even a casual poke seemed desperate.

Obviously something is wrong.

Something wrong with Nanashi was also obvious to Malane's eyes in the second seat. Instead, I can clearly see how dull the current speed is compared to Nanashi's movements up to yesterday, just closer than Princess Sword.

"but good luck"

The cheer that accidentally popped out of Malene's mouth is also vain, and Nanashi rolls to the ground with his chest poked again. That's when Maraine noticed something strange.

While covering her eyes with both hands on each vale, Maraine rebukes the unusual events that have just taken place.

As soon as Nanashi tried to turn herself over in response to the thrust, Nanashi's movements stopped for a moment and Nanashi's knees unnaturally sank.

That's like when you carry even heavy baggage.

The moment she stepped on her feet to withstand the weight, Nanashi was thrust in the chest.

That can't be right. But I can only assume so.

That's... gravitational magic.

There are countless spiritual stones embedded inside the gladiatorial field (Colosseum) that inhibit magical activation.

As long as you're inside the gladiator's field Colosseum, it's impossible to activate magic.

However, it is not impossible to activate magic outside the gladiatorial field (Colosseum) and target the inside of the gladiatorial field (Colosseum).

Spirit stones inhibit only magical activation, not magic itself.

While it is true that gravitational magic is one of the few magics that can be exercised from a distance, it may be said that it is usually impossible to unleash magic from outside the gladiator field while checking the exact position of the moving gladiator slave (Ishara).

Maraine looks around with Kyoro Kyoro.

Where's the likelihood? Where are you going after Nanashi?

A glimmer of sweat conveys Malane's cheek.

The rooftop part of the audience seemed most likely, but there's no shadow there.

A hasty maraine.

Nanashi hasn't taken a decisive hit yet, but it's only a matter of time before he does.

At that time, the figure of the sword princess in the VIP seat entered Malene's sight.

Princess Sword's gaze is pointing upwards.

He looked up at the sky and looked like he was looking for something.

Right! Empty.

The sword princess also seems to realize that magic is being used against Nanashi.

Roofless gladiatory (Colosseum).

If we can stay in the air by any means, we can aim and shoot Nanashi.

But as far as the sword princess is concerned, she can't seem to find anything in the sky.

Does it mean that the sky is also hazy?

But at that moment when I looked up at the sky, Maraine said, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

Over the black vale, we found a black figure in the hollow.

Even while Malene and Princess Sword are looking up at the sky, Nanashi's movements add even more blunt weight, seemingly being struck several times and finally stomping.

I don't even have another moment of respite.

My face is hot. Maraine ran around the outer perimeter of the arena kicking a second-seat chair as she coaxed the vale.

And shaking off the guard's suppression, when I let him breathe out and come to the VIP seat with the sword princess, he shouted incredibly loud if he knew the usual maraine.

"Princess Sword! Shoot that sun!

The enemy is in space with the sun on his back.

Directly, a place you'll never find there more than you can't see the sun.

The only thing that was a miscalculation was that Malane was able to see the sun over the vale.

The sword princess turns her back on the arena and rushes all at once when she nods one at Maraine, who is held back by the guards.

We don't have time. As soon as possible, we must reward the Lord with avenging cowards.

My feelings are three steps ahead, but my legs don't move at that speed.

Run up the stairs attached to the outer perimeter of the gladiatorial field (Colosseum) cursing your own muscles that do not move as much as you would like the blunt weight of your own legs to reach the rooftop of the audience.

In an attempt to look directly at the sun, the sword princess dazzled her.

Seeing enemies visually still doesn't come true.

Then all you have to do is believe in Maraine and shoot the sun.

Shoot a hollow enemy.

If it is the Red Lotus Sword Princess Hertrude, it will be punching in the fireball (Fiamma) without hesitation.

But in the magic of the Silver Ridge sword princess, the longest range (Long Range) "Ravage blizzard" Bufera di Nave "is a shockwave emitted as it crawls through the earth. I can't use it in this situation.

"Is that all there is..."

Following Princess Sword, Tricia, the substitute housekeeper (maid), reached the rooftop late, exhaling roughly.

As it is, Princess Sword speaks out to Tricia, who is approaching with pleasure.

"I'm going to tear you up a little bit, so please get ready to change!

Suddenly, Tricia doesn't know what it means to be heard like that.

In front of Tricia, who looked suspicious, something incredible happened to Russia.

"Evil Eye Blinks/Modifications (Hesovigim!)"

As the sword princess turned her chest against her hips, a strip of light fired from her abdomen along with a fierce flash of light sucked into the sun.

"Yep, yep!

Round Eyed Housekeeper (Maid) Tricia.

At that moment, there was a severe explosion in the air.

"Shooting down complete!

That's what the sword princess says and smiles nicely at Tricia.

In the abdomen of the dress, a round hole was seen peering into the umbilical (navel) of the sword princess.

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"Hyahahaha! Down! Down!"

To the Nanashi on the other side of the battle, the ingo pounds out in tune.

"Now it's todome! You worm bastard!

Nanashi can't resist anymore. The ingo that stepped on it shook down a stick full of strength (kon) around Nanashi's head.

At that moment, the tip of the stick suddenly disappears like Kasumi (blurred).

Nanashi cut it off.

"I'm a little angry."

While rubbing (rubbing) the blood seeping into the edge of his mouth with his arms, Nanashi sets up a knife on the large upper stage.

The body is already free from gravitational magic to regain its lightness.

"I'm not going to be able to help, but do you still want to do it?

Nanashi's torso is empty. But Ingo can't even step in and let his eyes swim.

"If you don't want to come, I'll go from here."

Nanashi gave me a terrific grin.

At that moment,

"Here, surrender"

Ingo said so weakly as he stuck to the ground in a nagging and crushing hips.

"Winner! Maris' Nanashi!!

As soon as the winner is announced, the runaway Malane jumps onto Nanashi's neck and falls straight to the ground to be (offal).

I was watching that from the rooftop when Princess Sword said, "Ahhh?!" Raising her voice, the beam slightly leaked from her umbilical (navel) because of the excitement, melting the foot of the housekeeper (maid).