Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Hang on. Hang on.

Pikun!

"" Cahahahahahahaha!

When two young girls, with their little fingertips, stick a little fat man who is blowing bubbles and falling down, he laughs with pleasure when he sees them react with a pimple.

The entrance hall leads to the royal occupied area of the Millennium Palace (Millennio). Meshmendi looked at it, holding her knees against the white wall as well.

Ever since the King Palmiddle-Umar Escalis was sent to the Special Court, Ene and the others have stuck with a pathetic golem (Bosmus).

It's already stuck.

The letter stuck is stuck at a level where Gestalt is likely to collapse.

In terms of number of times, it would mean hundreds more.

A young girl is just a grown-up...... normally that's the way it should look, but if you're someone who understands the situation at all, you'll see that this is actually a tragic torture scene.

Ene's inexperienced magic made Bosmus feel all the stimuli inflicted on his body as' pain when he hit his pinky toe in the closet '.

Getting stuck with his fingers, that's synonymous with hitting the closet, just trying to smash his little toes too for him. I mean, it's no different than hitting a pinky in the corner of a closet just the number of times you get stuck. The pain is unimaginable.

In fact, within the beginning, Bosmus was rolling around screaming, too, but for a few minutes now, it just became a chunk that reacted with a pique. Perhaps the spirit is already broken.

Meshmendi asks Ene.

Terribly small voice, a really small voice that no one can hear.

But Ene looked back as if it sounded clear, laughing joyfully and saying.

"Yeah, it sure was easy enough to burn it down. But if I scratch out my soul, I could use a lot of it."

"Yes, this golem has no value for money."

By way of example, of course, the meaning of this word in Sarne is the opposite.

Apparently, the young girls find some use for this poor golem. Whatever it was, I must have been thinking it wasn't Locke.

When Meshmendy unexpectedly frowned,

"" Ah!

Two young girls raise their voices.

At the next moment, there were three young girls surrounding the Golem.

"Ha ha! I'm home!"

The increase was Marne, a toddler with yellowish hair.

"It's over. Yo! We're on schedule!

"Even though it's on schedule?

"Yeah, Uncle Saratoga survived as planned."

The three young girls sigh together.

"Boring."

"Yeah, funny"

"It's boring."

To Meshmendi's eyes the toddlers seemed really discouraged.

Ene rushes over in a pompous manner and whispers in Meshmendi's ear as she sits down.

"I gave you so many tips, but I couldn't twist my destiny, unlike the palmiddleman or the hazel."

Meshmendi waves her head small, meditating on her eyes.

"Now the execution of the housekeeper (maid), the destruction of Saratoga, the ravages of the capital and the death of all. That's confirmed. Yeah, fate didn't change anything."

Ene reaches out and gently strokes Meshmendi's head.

"Poor Me-shu. Meishu sacrificed herself to save her life, and now she's gone to darkness. Then Ene will reach out to the housekeeper (maid) for help. At least with the glow of the soul of a housekeeper (maid), I'll add some hua to the end of this country."

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"Uncle Saratoga, have you calmed down?

I woke up on the bedroom in the infirmary. To Mio, one of the clerks who brought her here asked.

Pulled out of the special courtroom crying and crying in a semi-frequent manner, Bormio Saratoga had been magically forced to sleep and taken to the infirmary on the second floor of the Millennium Palace (Millennio).

About two minutes have already passed since the end of the trial. Outside the window there are stars in the dark night sky.

After moving his neck carelessly and checking his situation, Mio woke himself up slowly.

"Oh, thank you. What's wrong with whores, like messing around with a maid?"

"For a while now, can you rest?

"No, I'm fine. My men will be showing you where the trial is going. I'm going back to Saratoga."

"I'm scared. Then I'll arrange a carriage."

Sincerely, Mio slowly disembarks from his bedroom (bed), dropping off the back of a civilian who exits in a gracious manner.

In his eyes, there was one determination.

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Around the same time Mio woke up, upstairs at Fort Pericles, a motorized castle. On the sleeping table in the VIP room, there are similarly woken people.

Blurry seeping vision. I saw two faces peering into him lying in it. They call out verbally when they realize that Nanashi is awake.

"Lord Han!

"Anne!

Ann......, even Ann!?

In a blurred consciousness, Nanashi accidentally jumped on the thought of a human being who called him that.

"Ada!?

At that time, unfortunately, the corner of the retracted blanket slammed Hertrude's eyes vigorously, and she squatted (groaning) with her eyes held by the corner of the blanket, but not so much as a nanashi.

"Xaragi! Are you Xaragi!?

Nanashi is a must-have shape, taking the girl sitting beside the sleeping table, one hand in it.

The girl bowed down and turned her cheek, then slowly stared back at Nanashi.

Two staring at each other. The extinguishing Red Lotus sword princess is outside Nanashi's sight.

The silence fills the room.

And the girl slowly opened her mouth.

"Too bad it's me!

"Damn!

Nanashi who accidentally pays off his gripping hand.

Too bad the contents of the girl were still dumb old men.

"Please don't, Mr. Gordon, that's what I'm saying!

"Even if they tell you not to. I share some memories with Lord Kisaragi, so I don't think I'll ever be wrong again."

"In the future...... The xaragi! What happened to the xaragi?

"Don't be asleep yet. Lord Marilou is awake, but now I'm better than you. I was tired of being paid for earlier, but should I replace it?

"Please don't. Because if you get hit again, it's a pain in the ass."

"Yes, indeed, Lord Marilou is willing to kill."

"Wow...... And anyway, when Kisaragi's soul wakes up, Kisaragi's personality will be at its top."

"Um, you're right. Until then, I'm your sister-in-law!

"What kind of punishment game is Mr. Gordon playing with his sister-in-law?

The moment Nanashi said that, someone eagled Nanashi's head from behind.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly stiff Nanashi. Chills rush through my spine.

And a low woman's voice sounded like it could be heard from the bottom of the earth in Nanashi's ear.

"So what kind of punitive game is that? Hey, Lord."

It wasn't because it hurt that she was angry, by the way. He's angry that he left it behind without a scratch.

Nanashi runs unintentionally with his mouth trembling in fear.

"Shh... shh"

After this, the anger of the Red Lotus sword princess burst into Nanashi and Gordon was somehow involved.

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As Nanashi and Gordon were roasted over a long fire, Uncle Asmodimos stroked a satisfactorily long stretched white beard.

Banquet seats set up after the trial.

The feast was also (though), and in the seat across the street, I saw Uncle Pericles, with a bright red face, obsessively tangled with Uncle Carlon.

Krull's gaze, which keeps staring at him from afar, doesn't bother me now either.

Uncle Asmodimos couldn't help but loosen his mouth.

Laughing in my chest, I lift my euphoria.

It's time to be happy, you foolish lords.

Everything is going as planned.

It is a manoeuvring castle fort that travels through the calm desert.

The demon-possessed man danced perfectly to a conspiracy such as the Necromancer's attempt to replace the King.

Thanks to this, I was able to see the soothing Mio one pounding into despair once.

When Mio made that pitiful scream, "Please don't", his consciousness became so distant that he felt more comfortable.

My vengeance has already come true.

If that demon-like housekeeper (maid) were to be executed, a sweet little Mio guy would surely erupt. And now it's time Saratoga became a real traitor. Turn everything in this country to the enemy.

Conversely, if Mio discriminated against the housekeeper (maid)... if that was possible, that would be fine. Very good.

As long as that housekeeper (maid) exits the world, Saratoga can do whatever it takes after that. In doing so, you will be able to destroy Saratoga with your own hands.

Oh, good, great.

Yeah, I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

Uncle Asmodimos tipped his cup over his upper mood as he portrayed Saratoga's figure in the collapsing motorized castle fort in his brain.