"That's still painful."
Sylvia throws up when she sees a garden lined with flowerbeds laid with dead flowers.
"'Look, look, I'm doing this. Am I awesome? Are you crazy for such a bad taste?' That's what I'm complaining about, it's painful. Are you stretching your back in a strange direction? A constant admirer of madness is trying so hard to imitate a madman, fashion madness. When?
Sylvia talks to Chestnut III walking next door.
"The guy with the real madness, the momentum to breathe and throw up more, can be something that no one can think of. Milk and the other Mad Scientists, they were right."
"I don't know what your daughter has to say or how she feels. It's not a good idea to deny people's values without a headache. You better not be too strong and minus conscious of what negative feelings work for. Sometimes that leads to a negative effect in unexpected ways."
"Mm..."
Kurizo tells me, Sylvia flashes. But it's obvious because I felt that his words made sense.
(Heh, you're younger than me. Not at all)
It was Sylvia who felt somewhat remorseful and reliable towards Kurizo.
The two were visiting their client, the hall where Lucanenko lived for several nights.
The Le Canenko family is a gunsmith for generations, but they have a curse on the guns they sell. To this end, he is also familiar with the handling of the curse itself and even sells the curse. He said for several nights in front of Sylvia that cursing is better than selling guns these days.
Silver Storm Hall has also been interacting with Silver Storm Hall for a long time, and some of the warriors belonging to Silver Storm Hall use Lucanenko cursed guns as weapons. The retro rifle Sylvia handles is also a cursed gun made by Lucanenko.
Sylvia and how many nights were nostalgic for how many nights she had been dating since she was just a young girl and how many nights she lost her mother early. At first, I thought I was just nostalgic for myself, but while I was dating, I knew that the nights were unexpected emotions for me, and since then, I've tried to distance myself as much as possible.
"Come on, sister, no hissing."
At the same time as the front door opened, it was several nights with a joyful grin on its full face and a cat stroke, Sylvia leaped forward with momentum, but Sylvia pulled herself away lightly.
"Hi, I haven't seen you in a long time, and you don't have that, do you? Aye? I mean, he hasn't come to see me lately at all. Come on."
Nights falling flashly on the ground raise protests as they pay dirt on their clothes.
"How come you're not just your sister, but even an extra eight years of peach chestnut bastard?
"Peach chestnuts are three years old. Eight years is persimmon."
Chestnut san corrects the grievance in the face several nights it is exposed.
"Just put it up, tea and sweets."
Encourage Sylvia with a grumpy voice.
Sylvia and Chestnut Sans walk among the luxurious western halls. Various statues are placed in the hallway at equal intervals, but the statues of naked women crossing with the statues of naked women's crystals, the statues of bright red Phantoms with crocodile heads over the heads of babies, and the bride and groom skewered, all of which have an extremely bad taste. The chandeliers are all made of scabbard and human bones, and the carpet laid in the hallway depicts a girl who connects with a dog extensively.
"It was a mistake to give your sister that rifle. I can't use anything other than that, so I can't give it to your sister if I make a new gun, and no. Seeing that as my own, I felt like I shouldn't use it other than that, and I cursed it, but now that I think about it, it was a mistake."
How many nights do you say as you walk? It was Sylvia who didn't have to push the gun extra because of it, but don't talk about it.
A huge iron virgin perched on the hallway wall opens and three enter inside. Inside was the reception room, and this was a decent room. When I heard it before, the relatively decent answer came back from a few nights that the Guest would not be comfortable if it was not as normal as the reception, but even though the garden and hallway are extremely bad tastes, I think Sylvia has no choice but to be decent here alone.
"Mmm, coffee tastes better than it used to be"
Mouth the coffee served, Chestnut san praised,
"Will you keep your mouth shut? I don't like men. Plus, I'm super sick of narcissists and stuff."
I tell him how many nights I look disgusted with my heart, and I don't even know what to tell him.
"You're creepy enough, too. Without a lesbian or something like that, there's a lot of other places."
When Sylvia said in a slightly angry voice, the nights exposed the upset.
"So, but sister, this guy's an asshole. You're a natural asshole. You'd better hit your head on the tofu horn and die quick, you level asshole."
"And the next time I curse my men, that face cracks and beats them to the point where blood blows out of their ears and eyes as well as their mouths and noses. I won't forgive you because we've been dating for a long time, so keep going."
"Seriously? Then spill it quickly. Because I've always thought you could kill me if I were your sister. Make today your anniversary. On the anniversary your sister marked me for life. Come on."
Sylvia lowers her heart a few nights as she laughs and clutches her face.
"Come on, the mysterious raider who returned the favor, he had this."
How many nights before Sylvia, I let her play two cards.
The cards depicted the night sky on one side, with each large alphabet in the middle one letter at a time. M and B. It's night sky even if you flip it.
"Is that a raider's game? I know it's some kind of message, but do you have any idea?
"Of course not. I don't know anything about it. I thought it was an initial, and I've looked into previous customers, but it doesn't look like it, and no."
Answer Sylvia's question, shrugging her shoulders for several nights.
"I remember a lot of people resenting me, and I don't know if I can arrange it, but I'll tell them what it looks like from my point of view."
Yes, I put in a foreground, and then I mouth the muscles that seem to resent me for a few nights.
"I'll let them wash it to O'MyRape for once"
Sylvia projected a holographic display, finished typing in the names she heard from her mouth for several nights, and then told her so.
"And cards, but psycho-"
"Oh, again."
In the middle of Sylvia's words, several nights speak up. The garden trick in the hall reacts, sending out signals that can only be seen for a few nights. An uninvited guest arrived.
"Sister, I think the assassin is here again"
"Isn't it just the right time?"
Sylvia rises with an invincible grin.
(woohoo...... your sister's this fierce and pathetic smile, too nice)
I shoot Sylvia's face on my fingertip cell phone after a few nights in a lukewarm face.
"What are you taking?"
"Fine. Why don't you take it? I mean, now face again."
"Don't leave the room."
All she said was that she could hang out with me, and Sylvia looked up and took out her rifle and left the room.
The hallway is wide enough that silver storm shields can also be used in normal sizes. That is, in sizes greater than two meters high. I can change the size as well to some extent if I want to, but as for Sylvia, normal size is preferable as much as possible. Most used.
Then a raider appeared in the hallway. Another foursome. Now instead of two separate actions, the four are consolidated.
Sylvia calls Silver Storm Shield. Four assassins clamor. This reaction is almost always the same.
"I'm Silver Storm Hall. Take the lead warrior, Sylvia Tanshita!
The name has been missing for a little while since I hid myself with a shield, but I have four opponents in a narrow passage, so I have to.
Shortly after Sylvia gave her a name, Chestnut III jumped out of the room, releasing a minute torso chain and crushing one's head.
"It's Kurizo Tajima, Deputy Warrior of Silver Storm Hall. The most beautiful and functional weapon in the world - that's the clairvoyant. Remember both..."
In the middle of words, three people shoot at Tao Island. Peach Island rushes to hide herself in Sylvia's shield.
"Get out of the way!
Sylvia flies a shield with a call. This can crush most of the miscellaneous fish. It's every pattern. Sometimes this is the hallway, so avoidance is difficult.
One of the three of them gets a direct hit by a shield, blows every shield as it is, pushes it to the wall and crushes it.
The two, who did not have to eat the shield bumps, were quickly tailored in Sylvia's rifle and chestnut three minutes torso, respectively.
"Weak...... These are the lowest chimps I've ever seen."
Silvia whines in a whiny mood. I remembered the card earlier, thinking that if I were to release an assassin, I could hire a better one.
"Maybe these guys have cards, too. In other words, whoever released the assassin is not originally willing to kill him, and is also considered to be releasing the killer as a messenger. Find out."
Copy that.
Sylvia ordered me to examine Kurizo's body.
Two Night Sky and Alphabet cards come out again. Now it's L and N.
"LNMB. Uh-oh... I don't know."
Put your hands on your chin and you'll have a difficult face for a few nights.
"It's a bad hobby to be targeted or not."
"Peach chestnut, shut up for three years."
To Chestnut Three's words, a few nights I say grumpy.
"First of all, I will thoroughly protect this house. And let's psychometry these cards. We'll send an assassin as soon as the enemy is known."
Taking four cards, Sylvia informed the policy.
"Looks like Lucanenko put Silver Storm Hall on the escort."
A butler, Ichigo Sato, reports to Norisuke Yamagata.
"Hmm. That silver storm hall. This is troublesome. Don't bother killing me before the Ethereal Moon Festival."
Naturally, Aoinosuke knows that using Silver Storm Hall as an escort will also set assassins for raiders.
"My hands are thinking. Leave it to me."
"Right."
To Sato's words, Aoinosuke nods without asking what his hand is. I have placed a great deal of trust in this butler who has served for many years, but I didn't feel the need to confirm it.