Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Leaving Strasbourg, not much for half an hour. Nanashi and Hertrude are between the permanent bridges Nos. 7 and 8, almost in the middle of the docked port area of Fort Motorized Castle. We reached the entrance to the main street that leads to downtown the capital.

"Here we are."

As she flew from the sand-tearing thing (Sand Spreader) to the permanent bridge, Hertrude turned around and said so.

"Be careful, Mr. Hertrude"

Hertrude laughs with her nose at that one word of Nanashi.

"That's a line over here. Lord, if you can't do it because you're weak, it's in Akan."

Nanashi smiles bitterly and scratches his cheek with his index finger.

"You're making it clear."

"Naturally or the word 'strong' is like a curse. If I say 'strong' to a weak guy, I don't know what I'm mistaken for, but, guys, I'm gonna stick to that word 'strong' and die."

Nanashi knows that somehow.

When it comes to pride, it sounds good, but you can't look straight at your weakness.

"A sword emperor or a big title doesn't guarantee that he's weaker than himself."

"I dare you."

Nanashi responded that way with a strange face.

"Yeah, well, honest guys are, yeah, guys. Lord, I heard from Clift Han that you are on your way now Mel... Mel..."

"Merclius?"

"Yes! Merclius. I wonder if the lord's 'crooked' was all over there. His name's weird, but he seems like a pretty nasty guy.

Something. "Mono"? It's a pervert who likes war more than rice three times with a nickname. If you get into a fight, buy it or you run away. "

"Okay! You're Monokuru, right? I'll be careful."

Correctly, by the way, it is' The Warcraft (Warmonger) Kurl '.

When he snorted satisfied with Nanashi's reply, Hertrude urged Nanashi to flinch his hand so that even the dog could get rid of him.

"Ho, gone, gone. We have ours, and you have so much to do."

Nanashi nods silently, turning east at the tip of what rips the sand (Sand Spreader) and starts running.

Ahead of Nanashi, the motorized castle fort Merklius should be anchored on the permanent bridge number 10. You'll be able to get there in minutes from here.

When Nanashi became invisible, Hertrude pulled the sword of love "Red Lotus" out of his slender hips.

There are no people around.

Asmodimos on the left hand side. You can see Vergilius on your right hand side, but there's a distance of about 500 zars each.

Don't worry about being stopped and attacked.

"Er, if you hit 'Fiamma' into the sky three times, yeah."

Without telling anyone, when one confirms that, the Red Lotus Sword Princess Hertrude places the Love Sword 'Red Lotus' in the big upper stage.

One shot first. With a seriously flavorful look on her face, as she waved her sword tip towards the sky, a popped fireball burst with a hollow sound.

"Yeah, totally fireworks and shit"

I feel like I can do it more like fireworks depending on what I do, and Hertrude is driven by the urge to try and come up with various ideas.

"I'm sorry I seem to be able to make it into a banquet art or something."

Except for outdoor banquets.

But while Hertrude is relaxing and thinking about that, the boulevard heading downtown becomes increasingly noisy.

In doing so, I could clearly see many humans running this way in Hertrude's eyes as well.

"Enemy attack!

"Huh?!

Hertrude shouts his surprise at the voices he hears from among those running this way.

But the truth is, naturally so.

The capital is now joined by the lords of each motorized castle fort. Normally, you don't have to think about what it means to unleash the magic of a fireball (Fiamma) in a place like that.

"Where's the agent?

"A rebel raid!

Hertrude panics to the boulders to the soldiers of white armor who run over screaming at him.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!

That's when Miriam passed thumbing up inside Hertrude's head with a very good smile.

"They did it!. He definitely knew, you know, something like this!

When he hurries two shots and releases the fireball (Fiamma) into the sky, Hertrude flickers a lace-rich three-step skirt and rushes the No. 8 permanent bridge towards the desert at once.

That number of people, there's no way to kick it off, but it's easy to imagine what a rampage in the capital would attract to Hertrude right now.

Let's just get back to Strasbourg from the desert side and run away if we don't get mixed up in the city. Hertrude ran desperately with that in mind.

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"The fireworks are up."

The third floor of a hotel close to the Millennial Palace (Millennio).

A red-haired toddler with a face out of the window, when she could stop stretching her back and pull her head in, turned around a good man sitting with his legs thrown out without force behind her back, and reported so.

When the good man is powerless and turns his eyes to the red-haired toddler girl, the fireworks go on and on with two more shots of pop behind the girl, outside the window.

"As per the meeting, three rounds."

Yu man moves only his eyes and looks on the bed.

On the bed, the blue-haired toddler stared at the good guy as she hugged the stitches.

"The Necromancer has not yet entered the Millennial Palace. Raid points are also out of expectation."

The blue-haired toddler spoke in a scarce way of discouragement when she meets a good man, and said so.

Her story doesn't get to the right answer unless you flip it.

She only tells lies.

"Look, I knew Ene was right."

The red-haired toddler - Ene whispered in her ear as she jumped on Yu Man's lap with her hands around Yu Man's neck.

"It's okay. Even if you're not so frightened, Sister Fatima, Marne is pulling me apart. At all, Fatima, when your sister came to Saratoga, she was in a cage, and how much I don't want to see her."

When Ene said that so that she could shudder, Meshmendi muttered Bosoboso.

"I can't see you anymore because I chose to. And it's terrible to call your wife a monster."

…………

"Aim? Hmm. - Listen. - I can't stop you. Ene and the others just want to see it."

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"Just like when I was in Meishu. There are moments when a creature can't help but be amazed by the glow of a beautiful soul. Ene and the others just want to see it."

Meshmendi's voice is too small, and it looks as if Ene is playing alone.

Blood seeps into Meshmendi's fists, which she grips strongly, and her mouth is distorted by remorse, as the young girl overlaps her answers.

…………

"No, I'm not. That's a mistake. Ene and the others didn't do anything. This time, I just happen to reach out to you at a critical time at the end because just the right 'malice' is about to swallow everyone. Ha ha! I can't believe I'm not reaching for salvation, like an angel."

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"Don't be angry. At the end of the day, Fatima's sister or sister-in-law. Um, was that Maraine? Even the important people of Meishu won't survive."

Staring at the little finger of the young girl poked at her nose tip, Meshmendi drops her shoulder without force and closes her eyes as she gave up.

"Well, let's get ready. And then you popped up at the best time, palmiddleboy... and now you were king of kings. Just help me with that."

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"Go around to the desert side and surround the Asmodimos. If you make any strange moves, number three, I'll leave you to your discretion. You can set it up in some cases."

Krull, inside the castle gate of Merclius, looked back behind him and gave instructions.

Ahead of her gaze are the girls all tattooed with numbers surrounded by ethnic (tribal) texts on the right side of their faces, jaw-to-ear lines.

Soldiers of a slaughter unit called the Kurl's immediate unit, the Confessions Unit (Liechten).

"Either way, when the trial is over and they're off shore, we launch an attack. Nice!"

The girls respond simultaneously with salute to the words of the Krull.

Krull looked around at the girls satisfactorily, but suddenly the look turned into a laid-back one.

A man I don't even want to see came into my sight.

I hate to admit it, but it is her beloved sister's companion, Kirchheim.

"So, why are you here?"

"Though my brother-in-law, calling you my brother is not a good behavior, my sister-in-law.

It's not like we're going to get there otherwise, because we're going to the same destination.

I won't be able to enter Saratoga now, either, because the administrative process when Mio is acquitted is my job as a first class civilian. "

"Shit, you're on your own."

Like throwing up and throwing away, Krull raises one hand and gives instructions to open the gate.

A wooden gate that makes giggly noises and slowly opens.

On the other side of that gate, I saw a boy standing on the front of the Krulls.

Black hair, black eyes. Despite his gracious face, he has a strong will in his eyes.

The outfit is commonly shorts (tunics) with underpants.

When a feathered white hood cloak does it, it catches my eye.

"What?" []/(exp, adj-i) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk

The boy shouts out loudly as Krull jumps one eyebrow to his surprise (a lot).

"Wait a minute. also (...) also (...) n (...) but (...) of (...) ru (...) ru (...)!

Girls from the rigid Conviction Squad (Liechten), the next moment Kirchheim sprang up next to Krull and starts laughing with his belly in his arms.

"Ha, ha, monkey twirl! Monkey twirl, ha-ha."

Pull over and close your eyes quietly, Krull. Only Kirchheim's burst of laughter echoes, and behind it the Guilty Squad (Liechtenstein) girls begin to be frightened, feeling the unusual rage of the Krull.

But the boy doesn't know one thing about the situation, he speaks up to Krull again with a decent look.

"Oh, that? also (...) is (...) of (...) kuru (...) kuru (...) right?"

Kirchheim laughed even higher as he saw Krull's shoulders tremble plumply.