Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Miriam was sobbing in the abyss of despair.

Bosmus called Miriam a 'trump card', which is certainly what he called it.

It was obvious what they were trying to do if they logically assembled what the word meant in their heads and what developed after this.

Despite this, there is no single means that Miriam can take now.

Serious and dark underground prison. Unpleasant humidity. I don't even know if it's day or night because I lost consciousness once.

Cold, damp cobblestone floors are cold on the cheeks, and the precipitated air stirs discomfort.

Miriam thinks.

While I'm at it, what a miserable look.

The clothes of the Asmodimos soldiers they were wearing were stripped off, and their hands and feet were tied hard in white underwear and rolled to the ground like potato worms.

Even if it can never be best, Miriam should die early to make the situation a little better, but even that is unacceptable.

Even to chew off his tongue, he was forced to bite his bare mouth, and he just gasped at his breathlessness. His voice only groaned, and from between the shackles of his mouth, his covetousness drowned.

As a daughter of my age, that's enough embarrassment to make me want to die.

But unfortunately, people didn't die in embarrassment.

As soon as she moved her body, Miriam looked at her face. Earlier, I managed to stretch my leg and my heel (heel) hurt after kicking the wall twice.

"Actually, the manoeuvre castle fort of the whore, that's not Saratoga"

Mio's voice echoed from across the wall.

There was Mio in the prison next door.

At first I was confused that I heard Mio's voice.

And I was stunned with the same care.

Then I figured out how to tell Mio that I was here.

At the end of the day, I came to the conclusion that it would only be negative if Mio knew I was here.

It's indefinitely far away from being so close.

A deeper sense of despair strikes Miriam when she thinks so, and tears abound without stopping.

I don't know what metaphor Mio says, 'It's not Saratoga', but from that tone of Mio's story, you wouldn't even realize that it's Miriam who's in the jail right next door.

"Numerous (and again) manoeuvre castle forts have disappeared after the struggle over the last few hundred years, or in the wake of sand floods (floods). And about six years ago, Elastenes returned to Ashes, leaving only the current nine manoeuvre castle forts behind."

Mio is right, there are numerous manoeuvre castle forts sinking beneath this desert. The wreckage of the inhabitants of Fort Maneuver is the sinking of tens of thousands.

"As children know, the name of Fort Maneuver is taken from the name of the King of the Beast, the 76 heroes who were in the past in the mythical age and led the herd of beasts to threaten the world of men, who defeated it. Gergios, Merclius, Pericles...... But none of those heroes have the name 'Saratoga'. Well, some of the seventy-six could say all their names."

There is no hero by the name of Saratoga. This is also the first time Miriam has found out. I never noticed. Naturally, the name of Fort Maneuver should have been taken from the names of the heroes, and it wasn't something I bothered to doubt.

Apparently, 'not Saratoga' is not a metaphor, but what it means as it is.

"The original name of our motorized castle fort is' Irvine '. Even the beasts preached the heart of mercy, halfway down the road, moaning, in the name of the Virgin who crossed your river."

Irvine... he must have been the one who was eaten to death, trying to save the beasts, the enemies, too. Miriam also has only the degree of knowledge around here that I called in my picture books as a child.

"The name of Fort Maneuver goes back (back) to the grandfather of the whore, and to previous generations. I don't know what happened. Suddenly, he renamed it and said that his predecessor, His Majesty the King, had accepted it as well. Some of the old men remembered it back then, but that's what the old men were talking about when they were kids, and no one knows why."

Sure, it's a big event, but it doesn't seem like it's such a big story that you can take it to the grave. Isn't it enough to brag about what you know during a wellside meeting with Madame and the others?

"The name Saratoga, who has no specialty. I've always wondered what it shows, but the other day, a leading magician (boobs) in our army stumbled upon the answer."

It doesn't matter, Mio said in his mouth that the (big tits) part was "cool, cool, cool". As she deliberately puts it in her mouth, Miriam feels a little resentful and smiles unintentionally even though it's not the case.

"He wrote this in an ancient document that he accidentally opened when he was looking for a way to save a soul trapped inside the Golem in Strasbourg's library. - The king of the beast marches across the wretched horses, the fortifications of the end, and the greedy demon wolf, Saratoga, turning the earth into ashes and scattering death. And."

Miriam exhaled.

I see, that's why we have to take it to the grave.

The significance of bearing the symbolic name of the human enemy is heavy.

Uncle Saratoga has the will to rebel. You won't be able to complain if they take it that way.

Miriam was filled with a desire to be foolish when even her sinking heart put her on something too heavy.

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An old man walks alone through a long corridor with polished white walls.

Though the footsteps were like those of a young man, his skinny body looked like a sinner buried in a thick, luxurious robe carrying heavy baggage.

This old man walked from the depths of the Millennial Palace (Millennio) without a offering. It was he who made himself ruler of this Escalis Meermil, the proxy of God on earth, King Palmidru-Umar Escalis.

The huge palace where he lives, the Millennium Palace (Millennio), has three levels of compartments.

The first is a general compartment, the so-called (so-called) administrative compartment centered on the manoeuvre castle fort Carlon, where people were allowed access. The second is a high-altitude compartment where only high-ranking people, such as nobles and lords, can enter. And finally, it is the sacred compartment in which he and his family live.

Now he's on his way to a special court in a high-altitude section.

It is a court to judge those of high standing, such as nobles and lords, when they have sinned.

Normally, however, he will not go out there when he is already old. Uncle Carlon, Lord of the Capital, will represent him.

But things were different this time.

court to judge those who murdered his youngest daughter, Fatima.

He is the father of the victim at the same time that he is one of the judges.

The father who was killed his daughter.

Everyone will wonder if that anger is all you need to hear.

But now, the only thing in this dead old man is profound grief.

As a parent of people, I want you to quietly pray for my daughter's happiness.

The world will never forgive that little wish of his.

His sons and daughters are furious with the death of their last sister, and uncle Carlon, who is allowed to look beyond the Spirit Stone Plate (Monitor), declares that he intends to distract himself or that he has already issued a proclamation in the name of the old man.

And most importantly, the subjects expect the old man to hammer 'evil'.

We must try and punish our sins as exchangers.

They are waiting to avenge their father's and their position as a trader.

The old man takes a deep sigh and drops his shoulder.

After the founding of the country, for 357 years, I have been repeating such things with United Cotton, but for this reason, the king of this country has to pull behind this white prison.

A long long hallway runs out and he stands in front of a heavy door.

This is the end of the compartment where you can't let anything in but him and his family. If you go through the entrance hall that spreads across this door, from there, the high-altitude compartment.

Come to think of it, the last time I stood in front of this door was 19 years ago.

Last time, when Fatima, her youngest daughter, was born, she waved to the nobles gathered to celebrate in the hall beyond this door.

I find it ironic that the next reason I visited here was the death of the child who was born.

When I put my hand on it, I made a noise and the door opened.

Just beyond the door was a wide entrance hall, where the royal knights, wrapped in white armor, knelt to the left and right and waited for him... should have.

But it was only two people in his eyes who opened the door.

Standing in line in the middle of a wide entrance hall, without even kneeling, staring at this one.

One is a little fat man with a good smile on his face.

The other, probably in a black robe with a hood in his eyes - man.

The little fat man opened his mouth as he shook his body for fun and laughed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Your Majesty, be ready."