Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.
Episode 106: Lord, what the hell are you doing here?
Between Uncle Asmodimos and Mio, the reward (oops) made in the questionable system left behind the other lords on the spot, apparently leaving the impression that Uncle Saratoga had said something about the harassment of Uncle Asmodimos.
"I don't know about that bullshit, Uncle Saratoga. It is an unshakeable fact that your lord's manoeuvre castle fort shelled Strasbourg and killed His Royal Highness the Princess. Though we should be solemnly judged for the deep mercy of His Majesty, who is giving us room for clarification, where it is not strange to be summarily cut off"
Uncle Carlon and Uncle Pericles look at Mio and throw up without trying to hide their grump. Uncle Asmodimos leans (hides) his neck, looking at each other without thinking while pinching the king between them.
They had no idea where (or where) the earlier interaction was and what was causing Uncle Asmodimos to be so grumpy. The situation does not change dramatically for the other lords.
But Mio and Uncle Asmodimos, there was only one or two other people who knew exactly what the reward meant. It is a fanasad (sword princess turned into).
"Yes! Yes!
Fanasard, who stepped on his turn here, a climax in the story, raised his hand as he jumped, loudly.
"What is it? Uncle Strasbourg."
As Uncle Carlon, who serves as a progression, cares about Uncle Asmodymos' condition, and accordingly, Fanasard tilts his little neck as he touches his jaw with his index finger.
"Hey, what the heck, I think it's crazy?"
"What the hell!
Uncle Asmodimos is even more frustrated by the many fanasads who seem to speak retarded.
Mio laughs bitterly in his stomach that this would make him angry.
Perhaps Fanasard imitates the way Schmelvi talks, but this is what happens when he cuts the color tone 80% from Schmelvi.
Only for everyone else, but this is pretty frustrating.
"Hey, Uncle Saratoga said he shot Strasbull - as a fact - oh, what is it, just that fact? - No, I think I'm trying to focus on it when I do it - I feel it. Normally, this kind of thing, something I'm going to check from the motive. Well, isn't it?
"It's customary for a motorized castle fort to compete against each other for the seat of the capital. It's not like I bothered to check my motives or anything!
The moment Uncle Asmodymos threw it away so angrily, it looked like Fanasard laughed niggardly in Mio's eyes.
"To aim for the seat of the capital. No, I shot Strasbourg. That's what you said - Uncle Daikon tomorrow."
"It's Asmo Dymos! So! What's wrong with that!
"Is that it? Are you crazy? So, Uncle Saratoga is going to be an incredible idiot, huh?
To that word of Fanasard, Uncle Asmodymos stops moving and pushes silently. I was wondering if you said something that would take a word for it, and you're probably refuting what you've said.
"Didn't Uncle Carlon say you were fat there earlier? - I was shooting at you knowing Her Royal Highness was being honored."
"So, fat guy?
"In fact, until the day before that, my Royal Highness and I stayed in Saratoga - not the little one there...... but there's no way Uncle Saratoga doesn't know about it - dude, make that, okay, it's going to be the capital, so much so that I can't even think of turning the Empire all over to the enemy if His Highness blows it up... I want to say that Uncle Saratoga, who wasn't, is an idiot, is that right, damn it... Uncle Asmo Dymos"
"You think you're a chick? And twice!
"I would have just called it fucking jizzy!
Whatever sparks of extra strife were scattered, what Fanassard said was true when it arrived. If you shelled Strasbourg, knowing that Princess Fatima was on board, it is clearly a contradiction that the motive is aimed at becoming the capital.
By the way, it was a false explosion that called Mio a chick.
Damn, I'm angry, and even as I let him simmer in his belly, Mio was feeling intensely uncomfortable watching Fanassard.
Except it's a high-flying car, Fanasard is basically a wise lord. I can see that this angry saying is provoking Uncle Asmodimos. It's just a hassle of a higher-flying irrational talk choice if the original girlfriend is going to stir up the opponent.
From earlier on, Fanassard's remarks appear to be blurry from Mio's way of knowing her.
Naturally. Because the contents are sword princess.
If Mio had known that Fanassard's contents were the sword princess, he would have done everything in his power to stop her from speaking any further.
Mio turns to Fanasard. The eyes of the Fanasard dwell a light of sure will. Reliable. Mio thought. Too bad, it's my fault. What a happy thing to not know.
And a blow from Todome.
Fanasard pointed to Uncle Asmodymos, saying it out loud at the international time.
"I was watching. Saratoga was fighting for you, Mr. Asmodymos!
All right, it's settled!
I can see Uncle Asmodimos weakening with tremendous momentum as Fanasard turns his eyes to you to see which one of them frightens Uncle Asmodimos in his amazement.
"Oh, that?
Uncle Asmodymos turned his jittery eyes to the bewildered Fanasard and said coldly.
"Did your lord go for a walk with lunch in the potent weather while Saratoga and Asmodimos were fighting right beside him?
"Ah."
It's just a suicide bomber.
The King and Mio, who hadn't heard such an unintelligible cliche of extreme walks (Extreme Sampo), looked around to see what had happened, but the Lords had a uniform slack look on their face.
An unspeakable, painful air wraps the courtroom, and the hasty Fanassard manages to open his mouth to delude him, with a cold sweat on his forehead.
"A walk? What? Who said that? What are you talking about, this guy, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh?"
Fanasard tried to decide that for some reason there were no 'extreme walks' with gal-like comments, and to that extra impossibility, Clift also held his head on the boulder.
"The lady had a little memory problem..."
This was the limit, as Clift followed it to the best of his ability.
"Uncle Strasbourg's comment is zero value as a testimony."
Uncle Carlon groaned in a sigh, followed by Mio,
"Lord, what the hell are you doing here..."
And I shrugged.
Uncle Asmodymos opens his mouth like he was proud to win in the difficult air exhausted in his brush tongue.
"Well, I don't care what you think about that, but let's say that Saratoga shot His Royal Highness as a result of his misfire in the fight against my Asmodimos. Still, it doesn't reduce Uncle Saratoga's sins at all."
Uncle Asmodimos is right.
Here at Escalis Meermill, no protest between the forts of the manoeuvring castle is forbidden.
The only crime that Mio is being charged with is shooting a motorized castle fort where the royal human is staying, and killing the royal princess Fatima.
When Mio turned his gaze slightly, the king wrinkled deeply between his eyebrows and seemed to be thinking deeply of something.
More and more in the matter of Fanassard, it may have made the King's heart certificate worse.
"No more time wasted. Uncle Carlon, why don't you get transferred to referee?
When Uncle Asmodimos urged him to do so, Uncle Carlon asked the king, "May I?" and the king nodded silently and small, keeping his fingers together on his desk.