The next morning. Even though I got drunk with a cocktail for a few nights, I never got hungover, it was the same wake-up call as usual.
How many nights and Sylvia watch the morning news while picking up breakfast.
Only Sylvia is almost perfect for a few nights and is treated like an escort and entertainment. There are parts of it that we treat as special because of the number of nights, but there are also cases where we put on one escort who is as close as possible indoors, not just for the number of nights. I don't set up that role every time.
The news was a substitute for how PTA chairman committed the serial rape and murder of sixteen children. We've been talking about it since yesterday. It had been browned online as Lolicon PTA Furious Sixteen Shots, etc.
"I don't know who to believe anymore that people who are PTA chairmen commit crimes like this."
"What, this supremely retarded comment. Why did you think Chairman PTA wouldn't commit a crime? Is this guy an asshole? If you're a geeky guy to see, you're a prejudiced fool to suspect from your head when you commit it?
I say on the TV screen, watching a woman with a microphone on and commenting, with a contemptuous look for a few nights.
"At a time when these title-faithful de low brains are spreading throughout the world, similar crimes will happen again, and there won't be less scraps to replace titles with hiding or armor."
"I don't know about titles as PTA chairman, but I still need a guy with titles and authority. To silence the people, to stop thinking, to reassure them. You're right. Sometimes it works badly, but it's something you should have."
Sylvia felt resistance to speaking differently, but still told me what to say for a few nights. Although Sylvia is somewhat of a nocturnal thought.
"Most importantly, the Mido Huangmen cage is more interesting as a story, isn't it? Your title, Faith breaks down. It's one of your pleasures again. The guy who stops thinking with authority or title is also a problem, but if you don't give a shit about it, you say it's over, and you stop thinking about it."
"Ugh... well ah..."
"You don't have to pull in because I told you to. That's a thought stop, too. After thinking about it, you can tell if I'm right or how many nights I'm right."
"Yeah, I totally felt the spirit in your sister's words, so I thought your sister was right."
How many nights I laugh when I say that.
(Shit. No more nostalgia. I guess I'll just be bothered later.
It is Sylvia who has already felt it is too late.
(Then by the time I got to the escort, I should have left it to another guy, not to be on his side or anything. But even though this guy wants something about me, it's pathetic to avoid it obviously, so I stayed on the side and did it... uh already... trouble. Water on the baking stone now, but let's hit the hand we can hit)
Sylvia thinks so and leaves a few nights when she finishes breakfast, returning to her room to make a sneak phone call.
"Hey Junko. Me, I'm still escorting Lucannenko, if you're free, why don't you come and see me?
Sylvia invites Junko in a tone that clearly shows that she can't even do it herself.
"Hmm, why all of a sudden again?
"No, no, no, I don't care, but the guy for a few nights would love it if you came. Come on."
"Hey, Sylvia... if I were here, how many nights would my consciousness be dispersed and easier on me?" Haven't you invited me with that prospect?
(sharp do it......)
Sylvia is poked at the star and attracts a grin.
"No, I'm not saying I can't. It sounds interesting, and I was just wondering if it might be a substitute for your intellectual curiosity. Of course, I have plans to be a fighter in some cases."
"Sylvia, you may not have noticed, but I'm a bit of a bar-reader."
"Ugh... no, the... help me if you know what I mean. Me and you... you see, O'MyRape and you aren't broke up, not with me personally, are you? I'll borrow it. Can you lend it to the owner of the Silver Storm Hall? A bargain, huh?
'Mm-hmm... well, I'm just messing around today securing an experimental bench, so... Don't hesitate to invite me again.'
After all, where he was turned down and dropped his shoulder disappointingly, his cell phone caused a tremor for the emergency signal, and Sylvia squeezes her mind.
"It's an enemy attack. The number is seven. One of them judged himself a strong enemy. '
"Until I go, deceive, deceive, fight."
'There's no sign you're going to set me up from the other side, but do you want to set me up from here?
"Are you sure this is an enemy attack? Well, if you're not setting me up, don't set me up here. Until I go."
Instructions are given to his men at the Inc, and Sylvia heads to the front door.
"Totally ~. You're welcome for pre-meal exercise, but I want you to give me a break about post-meal. I mean, raiding in the morning or something. Seriously, give me a break"
Meet Sylvia on the way for several nights.
"They say there's a guy who's gonna suck, so hide."
"I know ~. Looks like someone's had a very intense curse. I'll just take a sneak peek from here."
When I got to the front door, I stopped for a few nights.
As Sylvia pulls the door, seven men, as reported, are facing the Silver Storm Hall warriors in the garden.
"I see, he looks bad"
Sylvia also figured that out at first sight. Only one person is releasing an unusually disastrous aura. Even from positioning, it seems to be a leader.
"I am Silver Storm Hall owner and lead warrior, Sylvia Tanshita!
With no shields out and only a rifle on his shoulder, Sylvia makes a dignified advance in front of the Raiders and gives them a name. Rather than the raiders, he named himself after one of them who clearly seemed strong. To draw his consciousness to himself.
"Garcia."
A muscular man who exasperates evil is named. Sylvia reckons that the appearance has both oriental and western European characteristics and is half as good as herself. He has cut his brown hair short, and for exasperating evil, he has a very soft, gentle face, and not a bad face. That felt creepy the other way around.
"Go around. If you're going home to the right, you can miss it."
"Let me do that. After a little rambling. Do you have all your power? I've been waiting for that."
Garcia smiles and sets herself up happily against Sylvia's provocation.
(What, this guy...)
Sylvia is surprised to see Garcia standing.
(Amateur rounded out, full of gaps. At least you don't know any martial arts. But......)
Purely physical ability was seen as high.
(Can I think of a modified mouse at Junko's place?)
As usual, when you transfer and call a giant silver shield, you can put your strength all over your body.
"Woohoo... my sister who became a macho is good too... But not just in hindsight, I want to see it before."
nights asking how things were going through the gap in the front door, squeaking with a lukewarm face
"Whoa, whoa!
Sylvia flew a shield with a call from Garcia, and the rest of the battle began.
Sylvia was moving sideways after blowing her shield off. The machination has already been solved.
Garcia didn't try to move. Sylvia looked at it and somehow figured it out. No one has sent a shield attack, not so much as taken it. But it's not like he wasn't there. Somehow, I felt I could take it.
"Hmm."
Garcia opens her hands and receives a shield all over her body.
Garcia stepping on top of her best efforts. The shock makes my body squirm. I also thought about avoiding it, but I dared to take it. I wanted to try the power I gained.
Where I took the shield to prevent it and laughed satisfactorily, a new shock wears Garcia. It was a shooting by Sylvia's rifle.
I wondered if they pierced my right chest, and the curse that eroded Garcia activated to the fullest, causing severe pain where the rifle bullet hit me, while at the same time curing my skin and flesh and preventing bullet entry. Sylvia's rifle curse is also naturally retreating.
(His curse is - I'll start and see too, legendary curse. Cursed and made into an immortal warrior...)
Even from afar, for several nights, I found out who the curse Garcia was under.
Garcia runs for Sylvia. Just before Garcia entered the attack range, Sylvia put her shield in front of her again and blew it forward.
The shield, which seemed to be rolling on the spot to prevent it, appeared again before Sylvia, just before Garcia tried to launch an attack. Hence, this time he can hardly stand up, and Garcia is properly shielded from close range.
Large-blown with every shield, Garcia was flown to the edge of the garden, destroying the garden walls and flying straight off the premises.
Garcia, a few seconds but with a blown consciousness, had become a big letter on the road on the gravel road when she noticed.
"Hehehe..."
For some strange reason, Garcia wakes herself up laughing. The current attack was quite overwhelming, but the resistance of the curse still prevents damage. Even though it brings intense pain when preventing it most.
When Garcia slowly returned to the garden, there was an obvious battle. Of the six killers Garcia brought in, four have already fallen.
"Uhh, uhh, uhh"
Garcia laughs as she looks at Sylvia. It's not an unpleasant way to laugh. On the contrary, like a refreshing grin, it appeared in Sylvia's eyes.
"What's wrong?
Point the rifle at the muzzle and Sylvia asks quietly.
"It made me want it. I'm testing the power I wanted right now. I'm glad to hear that. I'm also glad to be able to wield my powers for the sake of those who have empowered me. This must be the happiest time of my life."
Speaking quietly, too, Garcia turned her back on Sylvia with dignity, with a calm expression.
"They tell me to just say hi and come home, so I'll let you go home. Good mood."
To Garcia, who walks away exposed to a gap, Sylvia never fires a gun. I know it's no use shooting.
(There's no such thing as total immortality, but I don't even think I can kill him here)
Sylvia had also noticed the anomaly in Garcia's body. The ability to play is numerous in overlife, but it's not the same again. Physical damage is minimised.
When Sylvia looked back, five of the killers rolled in corpses, one surrendering and squatting.
"Are they giving you the cards?
When Sylvia asked the surviving assassin, the assassin took a single card out of his pocket and showed it to Sylvia. In the painting pattern of the night sky, the O of the alphabet is written.
Three more cards can also be found from the body. Four sheets in total in U, E and O. Add it to previous items and it will be eight pieces.
I went back to the front door where I was for a few nights and Sylvia showed me her card. Take out the cards you used to have for several nights.
"Is the alphabet BELMNOOU? Words or sentences from these eight letters, can't you relate?
Drop your gaze on the cards arranged in order on the ground, Sylvia asks.
"Ok..."
The nights groaned, replacing the letters M and N, replacing E and L, putting U between L and E.
"BLUEMOON? Blue moon? It's a word for once..."
"It's the Ethereal Moon Festival... This is an invitation to bad taste."
To Sylvia, who is surprised, how many nights answers and calls. It's an increasingly meaningless answer from Sylvia.
"I got the mastermind, too. Oh, hello ~ shi"
"How many nights have you come to an answer?"
The person on the phone said with a laugh.
"I knew it... it was you... What are you gonna do?"
"Are you guessing at the time you called my students? It's an invitation to the Ethereal Moon Festival. I'm going to kill you there. Of course, there is an option not to come. In that case, we'll keep releasing assassins after the festival. I'm not playing, I'm serious about killing you. Naturally, I will also attend the festival. Don't you want to settle there? '
"Why..."
I had no idea why I suddenly wanted to kill myself or why I was going to fight, and the night I tried to ask you, but they hung up unilaterally.