Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

The air swirls with the sound of a blast.

The king swallowed heavily at the intense temper that had leaked from Ene's body.

I guess you imagined the tragedy that was going to happen. Meshmendi stares at Ene's back as he glances at the king, and on the other side of Ene, the bosom draws back his cheeks.

"Do it, don't..."

As soon as Bosmus didn't think much of the fear, and so he ran his mouth, an unpleasant scream began to sound like scratching glass with his nails from Ene's mouth, and those on the spot, with the exception of Sarne and Robe's men, couldn't help but plug their ears.

Disgust enough to seep through the sweat even if it's blocking your ears. A scream that gradually grows louder. So uncomfortable that a second feels forever. But as soon as that volume reached its peak, I wondered if Ene had opened her eyes wide, and suddenly silence came.

"Well, it's over."

When Ene tells him so while wiping the sweat that seeped in his forehead, Meshmendi and the king look at him in confusion as they take their hands off his ears.

"Hey Beatrice, doesn't anything seem to have changed?

To the King's inquiry, Sarne squeaks "sissy" with her index finger on her lips.

I didn't know what that meant, and when the king turned his eyes as he twisted (twisted) his neck, Bosmus looked around at his body in such a way as to be afraid.

Eventually, when you made sure that nothing had changed in your body, you probably thought Ene had failed, and Bosmus began to make a unique laugh.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

But the high laugh turned from halfway to a groan of bitterness, and Bosmus began to hold his toes and roll around.

Ene and Sarne hold their bellies and burst into laughter as they point to Bosmus. Meshmendi understood the situation and shook his neck, and the king couldn't go about the situation and opened his mouth in confusion after wandering back and forth between Bosmus and Ene many times.

"Beatrice. What's going on, because of the explanation!

"Don't you see? It's the only way."

Ene sits shoulder to shoulder for sighing.

"Now that uncle has a lot of irritation from the outside, he's converting the (...) small (...) finger (...) of the foot (...) into the (...) pain (...) of the time (...) in the corner of the closet"

"Ah? What?

"Well, if you talk, move, eat, touch, or be touched, it won't be long before the pain hits your little toes."

Real pain that everyone would have experienced once. Remember that, a scare runs on the king's back. That hurts. It does make me unable to move.

"The Devil!?"

"So don't be a demon."

"No, that's not what happened."

"By the way, that uncle wasn't a golem, and if he was human, the important thing was he'd be using some moggy magic."

"I knew it wasn't the devil!?"

"That's why I'm telling you it's not the devil. Well, whatever, that uncle can't do anything anymore. Forever in the future, keep hitting your little finger in the corner of your closet."

"Hey, what a plain jerk..."

The king also felt pity for the boulder as he looked down at Bosmus, who was squatting (quail) on the floor and letting his body jump on the pimples and chops.

"So, palmiddleboy, are you in a hurry? Why don't you go with me?"

"Even if they tell you to go away."

The king gives a glimpse of the man in the robe. There's only one enemy left who doesn't know what to do. But Ene said it off lightly.

"Oh, that's a phantom, so you don't have to worry about it"

"That's not a phantom."

It's easy when Sarne opens her mouth, but it's the same thing you're saying. The man in the robe says he doesn't actually exist here.

"Really?

"Right. Sounds like a pretty careful guy. I thought Ene and the others were coming out for the last time."

King frowns at Ene's words.

"In person?"

"It was to the guy on the other side of the phantom who trapped Uncle Saratoga and let the Palmiddleman plot his way through here."

"Uncle Saratoga killed Fatima because he set it in some kind of trap. Is that what you're trying to say?

When Ene glanced at him, Sarne walked away from Meshmendi and walked over to the king.

"Palmiddleboy, Sarne's at Beatrice's in The New Moon."

"Well, I guess so."

The king thinks.

I generally understood in the course of the story, but he said Beatrice's 'crescent moon' part is handed down to this blue-haired toddler.

"So, palmiddleboy. Just ask."

"What?

Ene asked Sarne.

"Sarne, did Uncle Saratoga kill Princess Wang?

"Yeah, I killed him"

"Princess Wang is dead?

"He's dead for sure."

The wrinkles carved between the king's eyebrows deepen and look to Ene with a serious eye.

"What do you mean?"

"That's exactly what I heard. And I'll teach you the old favor, palmiddleboy. Today, if Omae misjudges, the demise of this country begins."

A sweat seeps into the king's forehead at the words that are suddenly poked out.

"Is that... a prophecy?

"No, I'm not. Just a fact. The error of judgment has taken many steps to reborn the king of the beast into the land again."

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A woman walks down the corridor of White Asia in light armor (light armor) with a hint of tricks and hard footsteps.

When she came to the large door with both openings, she smashed her tongue tiny as she remembered something, kicking the door with her feet in frustration and opening it.

The van and the loud noise echoed, and what was in the room simultaneously turned their gaze toward her.

A chair arranged in a circular fashion to surround a huge table in the shape of a letter C. There were already several humans in their seats there.

"As always, you're a nasty woman, you are."

An old man, with a long beard, stares at an impudent entrant. However,

"Ugh, don't talk."

And, the woman does not even look at the old man, and abusively lowers her hips to the nearby seat.

These two were friends of the dog monkeys from their father's generation in the first place.

The man's name is Asmodimos bursa netone. The other woman is Merclius Birkle.

By the advent of the Krull, the indoors were instantly engulfed in a sinister air, and uncle Pericles, who was colluding with the king's hipster wipes and those who were to be shrugged, with his relatively close uncle Carlon, gave Sanettone and Krull a loving laugh that he did not know well who it was directed at, as he turned his gaze back and forth.

Uncle Vergilius stares into the sky with a smile with Nico without me involved, and Uncle Rhoda closes his eyes with his arms around him.

Uncle Asmodimos and Uncle Merclius stare at each other in the direction of the morrow, and Uncle Carlon decides to pretend to sleep.

Uncle Pericles turned to the door in the hope of the King's early arrival, and at the same time the door opened with a gibberish sound.

Except for the defendant, Uncle Saratoga, who is not here anymore, the King should be the only one. The indoors rose, thinking it was the arrival of the king, and looked toward the door in unison.

And at the next moment, it remained rigid at the same time.

"Okhohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!

The person appeared with his back of his hand on his mouth and his pinky fingers raised.

Everyone accidentally stood up with Pocan's mouth open to the appearance of a drilled girl with excessively mild blondes.

That should do the same. One of the victims of a case that is about to be tried here.

Because a dead human appeared with a laugh that was in excellent shape.

Uncle Strasbourg, Fanaçade di Meteora.

She looked around and said:

"What, you guys, you look like you've seen a dead man. Drill?