Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.
Episode 142 When you encounter an unexpected thing, you have a strange voice.
When Arge met the brothers and sisters of the desert people.
Elsewhere, one girl was hysterically scattered.
From the position where the Arges were, they moved about 2,000 zars east along the desert.
A pitch-black, motorized castle fortress with heavy armor - Asmodimos.
In front of that gate, a girl called Marie the Liar was showering her pointy metallic voice at the gatekeeper.
"How many times do I have to tell you I feel like it! It's Kisk! Ki Su Ku! I told you to call my husband!
"No, but..."
"But you don't have a lie either! You! If you have something to say, make it clear! You're a man!
On the sword screen of the stuffed girl, the gatekeeper of a rough physique twists and backs as he sweats from his forehead and lowers his eyebrows to the letter (c).
If I had only heard the call, I would have wondered where the merchant woman was at the end of the day, but if I looked at the girl's appearance, everyone would suspect her eyes.
In a nutshell, "The Deep Window Lady"
A neat nose beam as if it had drawn a line.
Long lashes (lashes) and silky dark hair.
That figure, wrapped in a soothing Su Fang dress, can only be seen as an upper-class child no matter how you look at it.
Such a girl is stuck at the curvaceous gatekeeper with her legs open and her hips dropped.
"Sure, you're an asshole, but I wouldn't deny it there! For once, you must be a general, my husband!
"No, not a word that you're an asshole..."
"It's not like I'm saying! You think you're an idiot and you're an insult (ah, etc.)!
It is no longer unscrupulous, it is the logic of the rogue.
But the next moment,
"Master Kisk... is no longer a general."
Marie froze to that one word that the gatekeeper told her was nasty.
"Ugh, no..."
The gatekeeper closes his eyes and shakes his head small.
Marie's brain is stained with blood colour, and her thoughts like black jaws erode her chest.
Kisk is in Asmodimos.
Marie had no doubt whatsoever and assumed so on her own.
But was it really?
In retrospect, about two months ago, Kisk and I haven't been in touch since we broke up at the gates of Fort Pericles.
"... No way"
"... no way"
Just in case, the gatekeeper looks at Marie and snorts.
All the colors disappeared from Marie's sight as soon as possible.
I felt that way.
It disappears far away as all the noise is rubbed.
I felt that way.
Your body temperature drops all at once and your lips tremble.
That's not my fault.
"Oh, that?
Marie flutters when her distracted voice comes out of her mouth alone.
A gatekeeper rushing over is saying something.
I hear you. But words slip up through my head.
That's crazy.
Marie thinks so.
Whatever happens to that asshole husband, I found out. It's not this way.
If my husband dies, he'll be cleared out of slavery.
Until we met, he said he'd sipped muddy water, but he said he'd lived alone.
"Don't leave me... hey"
When the unexpected words fell (spilled) even on himself and something squiggly hot floated around Marie's eyeball.
From the inside of the castle gate, one soldier showed his face.
One of the gatekeepers Marie came here and immediately pulled into the back of the gate.
The gatekeeper opened his mouth, looking at Marie standing powerless so that she could be embraced by her colleagues and wondering at her neck.
"Hey, lady, Uncle Asmodimos said she'd see you."
"What?"
Too abrupt.
I don't know exactly what that means.
Uncle Asmo Dymos? I don't remember asking to see anything like that.
But to the words of the next gatekeeper,
"Dear A (...) S (...) MO (...) DA (...) I (...) MO (...) S (...) Uncle (...) Ki (...) S (...) K (...), I am told that I will see you!
"Fuh!?
There was an unexpected strange voice.
When I encounter something unexpected, I get a weird voice.
Marie is a gess maiden.
However, reactions to unexpected events were normal for the price.
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The factory area (this kind of area), which stretched north of the second permanent bridge, was severely damaged by the runoff of the manoeuvre castle fort Pericles, where the manoeuvre castle fort Rhoda, which was anchored, has also now moved to the third permanent bridge.
Arge and Nino.
Two dispatched from Saratoga arrived there after noon, when the sun was also harsh. Three minutes had already passed since I broke up with the brothers and sisters of the desert people.
Upon arrival, the two were led to what appeared to be a luxury room.
He is not so much a general as a backup from other realms.
Arge takes off his coat and lowers his hips to the sleeping table, feeling creepy about the disproportionality for too long.
Nino, on the other hand, looks around the room uncommonly, leaking his voice as "hehe".
Smiling at Nino's appearance like that, Arge thought.
First, the werewolves (Wolfzoans) who are my men.
Too conspicuous to travel together during the day, they have arrived here by moving the desert side within last night. According to the confirmation on the way here, there is also a military garrison (Lenpei Puppet) provided as their waiting area.
My next thought was about Uncle Rhoda.
First of all, Arge thought he had a meeting with Uncle Rhoda on his own, but apparently he was putting in a lot before he left.
In fact, since passing through the castle gate, the entire motorized castle fort Rhoda has felt in a rushed atmosphere with skin.
"Mom, trashy cuss, can I see you?
Suddenly he pulled his cuffs back at me, and Nino stared at Arge in front of him.
Garbage cuss - a terrible name.
The face of a boy with black eyes passes behind Arge's brain.
"Nino."
Arge holds Nino.
Arge whispers small in his ear as he smiles at Nino, who tickles himself.
"Yeah, I'll see you soon. But Nino, I told you to stop being such a loser."
"Uh, Nanashi, Dad?
"Hmm, I guess I don't need my dad"
Almost at the same time Arge laughed unexpectedly, the hard noise of knocking echoed into the room and before they replied, the door opened.
"Excuse me."
I panic to my abrupt visitors and get out of bed.
It was a magnificent man who came in.
A man wearing a luxurious robe, wild yet at the same time righteous.
Arge looked familiar to his face.
A few months ago, the place was a battlefield.
"Dear Lord Rhoda!?"
Arge shouts an unexpected surprise and Nino looks up at it pompously.
I'm not talking about the room being too luxurious or anything.
Never heard of a lord visiting a general himself.
But he didn't even care how Arge looked like that, and Uncle Rhoda smiled affectionately.
"Sorry I'm late to say hello. Is your lord sure... Sir Mirage? I've seen you on the battlefield, but this is the first time you've exchanged words. Thank you for accepting this request for support once again."
"Ki, I'm afraid. I am frankly surprised that your lord himself has taken his feet."
"Oh, I surprised you, I'm sorry about that"
"No, that's not what I meant..."
"I want you to help me, I want you to thank me accordingly. Forgive me for thinking like that."
"Words without body"
In the guise of calm, but clearly, Arge is bewildered.
This man, smiling peacefully in front of him, is too different from that madly harsh figure during the Saratoga raid.
I see, I heard Uncle Rhoda was a personable person, but if Uncle Strasbourg wasn't involved, this would be the kind of person he would be.
"May I ask you one thing?
"Say it."
"Thank you. Why did Uncle Rhoda ask for backup from my Saratoga, the enemy until the other day? Perhaps some soldiers are left with remorse..."
"Hmm, sir, I know exactly what you're trying to say. If you're looking for backup, you'll have plenty of other places to look."
"In awe."
Uncle Rhoda unwittingly laughs at Arge's frank inquiry.
And after a little thought, I opened my mouth trying to pick a word.
"Actually, Lord Vergilius advised me. Try to get the best you can. The enemy is a man of terrible magic that instantly returns the arena to the sand. Moreover, the Magic Corps (Magia Armata), which my Rhoda boasts, has also been exhausted and reduced in number since the battle against Sir and others.... there."
Uncle Rhoda separates words and looks into Arge's eyes once again.
"The most powerful force I have ever seen. When I thought about it, it was that red sword princess from Saratoga."
What else?
If I could turn my castle into a pile of rubble, I'd think so.
"So I asked Uncle Saratoga to keep that red sword princess, but she couldn't give way to the boulder."
Arge laughs unwittingly.
I see a lot of talk.
About why I was sent here.
Nothing, it's just an erasure.
Uncle Rhoda, the sword princess of the Red Lotus, is not in Saratoga right now.
But just saying no stands the corner.
Then no matter who you think you turn to instead, tearing Saratoga's main battle power is unlikely.
In other words, the First Army led by Meshmendi, the Second Army led by Pennell and the Mages led by Sephal are excluded.
The rest will be the Black Roses led by Killier or the Secret Service led by Arge......
In fact, the choices are exhausted there.
I can't imagine what kind of trouble it would be if I sent in (...) Killier of a (...) to Uncle Rhoda that I wouldn't solve any jokes.
No, I'd rather Killier, I can only see a future where she chokes to death from breathlessness.
Uncle Rhoda and Killier, these two are too incompatible.
"I tried to pull back there honestly, but Uncle Saratoga said I could lend it to the werewolves (Wolfzoans). But there's one condition."
"Conditions…?
"Hmm..."
So Uncle Rhoda mumbles like it's hard to say.
"I'll tell you first, what I'm about to say is not my word. I'm just saying what Uncle Saratoga said."
"What?"
While Arge was perplexed, Uncle Rhoda imitated Mio's voice and started talking.
Disgustingly, I was surprisingly good.
"Actually, there's a woman in my crew who says she loves you. I don't mean Arge, but I'm very annoyed by the habit of having children, making noise that I can't sleep at night when I think of your lord. So why don't you take care of her at your lord's? For your lord's sake, he'll be happy to work, and if you'll keep him, I'll put the werewolves on the set."
"Fuh?!
When you encounter unexpected things, people have strange voices.
Oddly enough, the tone of that voice was, within the morning, grossly similar to that emitted by the liar Marie.
"I'm glad to hear your feelings, but I have a woman (one) who has decided to be Uncle Strasbourg. I can't live up to your feelings. Forgive me."
"Hey!? Hey, hey."
"In this Rhoda, I will make sure that I am as luxurious as I can be, so I want you to at least heal the wounds of your heart."
Wait, wait, wait.
"Now if you'll excuse me"
Say no, Uncle Rhoda doesn't even turn around and walks out the door like he's running away.
It was like a bad boy's move after a prank (ping-pong dash) of knocking on the door and running away.
When Arge's stretched fingertips scratch the sky in his absence and the sound of closing the door disappears, silence comes into the room.
That's just what happened.
No, you knew that.
Uncle Saratoga says Mio is someone who does this.
Imagine this situation, laughing.
Remind me, even today, when I sent you two out, my skin was shining something.
"Why, like I've been fussed, oh, whoa!
Arge sitting around nagging, screaming.
On that shoulder, Nino puts her little hand down with a painful look.
"... Nino"
When Arge looked back at Nino with a tired look, she grinned and said.
"Have kids (laughs)"
"Good for you, good for you, no for you!
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After chasing Nino around the room for a while, he snapped and Arge lowered his hips without force on the bed.
The afternoon sun that plugs in from outside the window adds even more severity and a hot air blows in the room as well.
Arge looked out the window with a bonyard as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
The town of Rhoda is neat and tidy. They've almost rebuilt it already.
The original Rhoda is much more urban than a rural manoeuvre castle fort like Saratoga.
Even one architectural decoration depicts a graceful arch, which is very elegant.
That's why I feel uncomfortable.
Whatever you say, Arge is the original countryman.
I admire urban objects, but if I'm surrounded by them, I don't feel comfortable.
From earlier on, I feel a small vibration under my buttocks.
I'm guessing Rhoda's already in the launch sequence.
After a few moments, you should be away from the capital.
Catching up with Pericles is later, at least for a month.
Still, if it means a little bit less distance.
If we see each other again, we have a lot to talk about.
At that time, I wonder what to tell you from.
What face should I look like?
With that said, is it good with these clothes?
Wouldn't there have been more feminine clothes or should we go shopping in the city tomorrow?
Think that far, Arge shakes his head with a boom.
If Nanashi is to be seen as one, it would be a battlefield.
Come to Hirahira's dress, on the battlefield?
It's ridiculous, I'm not the sword princess.
... but what face would you look like?
I noticed Nino watching the twirling look on Arge's face with his eyes like he saw something strange.
When he coughs small, Arge swims his eyes out the window as if nothing had happened.
I'm just deluding the heat on my cheeks.
He seemed to be watching and he didn't see anything.
I should have been in my sight, but outside the window, Arge ran across the street, unaware of the two white food capes.