Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

A lot of magic mines were planted in Count Sign's mansion.

"… now for the twelfth time, you're just getting tired of it."

Fioria raised her golden hair looking bored.

Despite repeated mine explosions, I don't even see a small dust in my jade dress.

"Don't be alarmed, your husband. If you don't mind, it could be like 20 years ago."

"… well, that's probably what Count Signe is after."

Fioria nods deeply, stroking Moffmoff's back with tender hands.

"I might be willing to ask you to stay alert with a one-pattern trap and argue for me. Thank you, Moffmoff. Let's just say we're careful."

"Do that. … I understand the strength of your husband, but in case, it is possible."

"It's okay, I won't lose."

Fioria walks up the stairs in a light foothold when she breaks her mouth.

The first and second floors have already been explored.

Only the third floor remains.

Somewhere on the third floor, Count Signe will be breathing down and watching the opportunity to discuss Fioria.

"Well, shall we go with the climax?"

Up the stairs and straight down the hallway was a heavily painted door.

Fioria knocks on the door, Concon.

"Count Signature, let's go in."

"……… Do as you please."

What I heard from inside was the low voice of Count Signe.

Because of the tension, or it's accompanied by a terribly heavy sound.

Fioria pushed open the door and stepped inside the room.

Apparently, this is Count Signe's study.

Behind the room was a butler's desk and a bald-headed, skinny, middle-aged man sat in the chair.

The Earl of Signatures.

"Looks like you've been walking around the mansion a long time, Fioria. Don't stop by, just come straight to me."

"I gave you respite. As soon as I'm stopping by, you might come up with a one-shot reversal, right?

"I see, you know what?"

Count Sign, Kuk, and ironically shakes his shoulder.

"That's a lot of room, Fioria. - But"

Now is the time to laugh.

The Earl of Sign squeaked in a comatose voice, pointing his sharp gaze at Fioria, while he rose sassy from his chair.

She has a silver-shaped L-shaped object in her right hand.

Pan,.

Something burst.

At about the same time, something hot runs through Fioria's right cheek.

"Heh."

Fioria opened her jade eyes unexpectedly, pointing an interesting gaze towards the right hand of the Earl of Signs.

A silver, L-shaped object.

Fioria knows exactly what that is.

It appears in the memory of a previous life, and in this world it was invented in the countries of the East and imported into the Belgian continent by Fioria.

- Guns.

What the Earl of Signs had was not so great.

As a size, enough to handle with one hand.

It was a so-called pistol.

"Hey Count Sign, how do you think you can do this to me with such a toy?

"I wonder."

Count Signe slowly puts his finger on the trigger without breaking his serious face.

"It's no use. -" The Vortex of the Abyss "

Fioria created a black hole and tried to suck a bullet into it.

…… but.

"Ara?"

Something unexpected happened.

The magic didn't work.

The bullet pierced Fioria's skirt and hung on a thick floorboard.

"I work in this room a little bit."

Count Signe whines as he shoots his gun twice, three times.

"It was written in ancient literature, a divine killing junction. In this room, beings close to God and God cannot exert their power. That's it for you, Fioria. What, uhh... Huh!

Maintaining the juncture would probably be a considerable burden.

There was sweat on the forehead of Count Sign.

All that or the blood from the edge of my mouth drips down onto the floor.

Count Signe was prepared to defeat Fioria, even at the price of his own life.

I was going to make a mistake, you can say.

"Your husband!

Moffmoff was waiting outside the room at this time, but when he realized the crisis in Fioria, he smashed the entrance door with its giant and exposed himself in front of the impending bullet.

Moffmoff is not just a warcraft.

He is a servant (servant) serving the golden goddess (...).

It must be because of that, once inside the junction, Moffmoff remembered a terrible sense of disillusionment all over his body.

I usually don't even freak out with one or two bullets, except this time.

Direct strikes may determine the flesh and, in some cases, result in fatal injury. The effect of the junction was too great.

"I'll take care of this place. Run! Quick!"

Moffmoff was desperate to scream and eventually found himself in the pain of a bullet that he would visit.

... but the moment never came.

"No, it doesn't extend to that."

Despite the influence of the junction, Fioria gently jumped over the Moffmoff giant.

He shook his hand at the floor as he landed, and no, he broke through the thick floor with his hand and pulled the floorboard off forcefully as it was.

While Fioria is a woman, she has enough grip to gently grip the apple. She is a craftsman who can do it because she is such a woman.

Take a bullet called a bullet with the pulled floorboard as a shield.

Western version of the tatami, I suppose.

"Wh, wh...!?

Earl of Signature with his eyes open in amazement.

He shoots his gun in a hurry and continues, but is blocked by thick floorboard shields, which do not reach Fioria or Moffmoff.

"Even if you can't use magic, you don't seem to betray a body you've worked out. Thank your mother for all this."

When Fioria smiled, she fleshed to the Earl of Signatures at once.

With his right hand knife, he bounced his pistol off the hand of Count Signe.

Then foot payment.

Where Count Sign's body floated in the universe, he eagled that face with his left hand and lifted it up as it was.

"Checkmate, Earl of Signature. Now, shall we begin the hour of judgment?