The main mansion of the Decaying Rope clan is in a panic. Many decaying rope magicians gather for intensive meetings and discussions.
While the Decaying Rope clan was a landlord counted as a heavy town of spiritual defense agencies, it was white-eyed by others responsible for spiritual defense as a rarely moving skipper.
But it's not that it doesn't work at all, and the policy of decaying rope is that it moves when it finally sucks. All the magicians of decaying rope know that.
This time, a large number of people from the clan were killed, but the aspect of retaliation is strong.
There were visitors to such a decaying rope main house.
"Hisashi Bushi ~, Masahama"
The brown skin and the boy in white kimono, in contrast to it, visit the main house of decaying rope alone and greet the Lord's orthodox. It is a heavy town, the head of the White Fox family and the White Fox string screw involved in spiritual defense, making it the fame of a demonic school of witchcraft of the same size as the Decaying Rope clan.
"What can I do for you, huh? Just do me a favor and go home."
Pass it to the guest room and treat it as a straight sum, but as a blatant interrupter.
"Have you heard from Sylvia at Silver Storm Hall? Looks like the enemy's in a lot of trouble."
"You mean the white fox will cooperate, too, huh? The giant subspace of their Negijo is a real problem."
"As I heard that too. So I thought I could use some help, depending on the terms. Ah."
"The power of decaying rope is enough, isn't it? You're going home."
Listening to the dialogue of string screws, Masumi refuses without bite.
"Maybe so, but don't you think it's better to work with a white fox, so we can hold back the sacrifice, too? Even that Shizuno Tired heard he was defeated."
A string screw with a slight laugh and a mouthful of honesty. Masakazu opened his mouth a little while later.
"Hmm... talk about terms and conditions,"
I want the White Fox family to take care of the Haunted Fox.
Masumi narrows her eyes to the ridiculous conditions the string screws spoke of. No, this is a demand, not a condition.
(Speaking of which... As the name suggests, the White Fox family has an "itch" with the Fox Monster. I heard that.)
I knew that Masumi meant the intervention of a new player named White Fox String Spiral, and I felt sincerely abhorrent. They are definitely on the fox side. But because of our relationship with Masahi and our position, we dared to make contact with ourselves first and bump into demands.
When this miscorresponds, it will not be quite right, and the sum will be regarded as true. We have to figure out exactly how best to respond.
(Even foxes are troublesome, but if you turn to enemies even to these guys, they don't stink, do they?)
I don't think that's likely to happen.
(Here's one, why don't you take a beating?)
Masumi came up with a hand that cut through this situation.
"You're going home, right? I'm going to interfere extra."
"Don't let that happen. Because the foxes switched with dignitaries."
"Didn't you hear that, huh? I'm in such a bad mood right now."
Seeing the correspondence of a positive sum that would be unilaterally attached in a tone that would not make him say yes or no, String Spiral decided to give up and pull back.
(It's tough out here, huh? It's inevitable that the string screws will stand by the fox as soon as possible. Before he can defend the subspace where the foxes are, he needs to calculate a convenient alienation junction for them and attack them all at once.)
Masakazu himself knows that it is a totally unreasonable bet. However, it has determined that the method has the smallest element of uncertainty and has a high chance of winning.
"Pigs first."
In front of the mansion, Sylvia squeaks. The residents of the back street call the exchangers pigs all together. Logically and sensibly, you can largely guess why they call it that.
By the way, some backstreet residents hate the way they call it. Two bunches of grass shoes with the front streets, residents of the back streets serving as politicians. I hate it, but I even give up.
Sylvia stands in front of the gate of the mansion, and when she calls the Silver Storm Shield, she jumps the shield and destroys the gate for every surveillance camera and alarm device.
Silvia gently creeps through the broken gate and enters the premises. The front door is also destroyed with a shield, entering the mansion.
As I was walking down the hallway, I thought I was a helper and a middle-aged woman, but when I saw Sylvia, I didn't try to speak up. I didn't think of her as an intruder or anything because she looked like an elegant blonde white lady. I thought you weren't a guest.
As I checked the room for a shimmer and walked away, in the third floor room, I finally discovered who I was looking for. He is a representative of a fat old man, in his seventies and eighties or so.
The old man didn't even look familiar to Sylvia, and above all he felt a different atmosphere and decided he was suspicious at first sight.
"Come on! What's with the chimi!? I'll call the police!
Old man screaming at Sylvia, eating bubbles.
"Call me if you can. The fox turned into a pig."
Responding to a fox word out of Sylvia's mouth, the old man's complexion changed openly. The look that was wolfish tightens.
"I know the fox is switching. I'm not going to kill you. I don't think we're gonna make a big deal out of this anyway. I warned him once because I was sweet."
With an invincible grin, Sylvia invokes her shield. The moment you call, destroy the hallways and parts of the walls.
"Kon!
As the old man shouted loudly and jumped all at once towards the window, he jumped straight through the glass and out.
"Run away immediately without a fight? So you're not confident in battle."
Dropping off a broken glass window, Sylvia shrugs.
One man stood in front of the old man who jumped off the third floor.
"Angle. Bad angle."
A blocked man utters an unintelligible dialogue with a discouraged exhale.
"It's about the angle of your body when you just fell. It may be referred to as the angle of posture when landing. Even if it is a hasty escape, action should be decided more perfectly beautifully in this delicious situation: jumping out the window and falling down the road. You missed that. Or did you neglect? The former can still be forgiven. But the latter will never be forgiven."
The man, who runs a peppery mouth about things that don't make sense, looks like he's in his early twenties. He is a beautiful man in his nasal muscles, but pointing to the old man and his other hand holding his face, bending his feet and hips at odd angles, posing strangely. Besides, the hand holding his face was gripped with a clairvoyant.
The old man ignored the man and tried to escape, but the man released the copper attached to the clam and wrapped it around the old man's leg. The old man tips over lightly.
"Nice, Chestnut Three"
Sylvia, jumping off the third floor, speaks to the man in the sickle - the second-in-command warrior at the Silver Storm Hall, Kurizo Tajima "Momoshima".
"Lady, Silver Storm Hall has a limited number of people who can move now. Please understand that I can't help you in my free time."
"I know. Don't even say it. Not to mention which mouth preaches to whom."
Hearing Chestnut Three's words, Sylvia turned upset.
"Right. Then you can thank me as a worker."
"It's not what you say it is, idiot. And toward those on sight."
"Huh, your daughter should learn something a little more about moisture. If you do, you'll have more pity."
"I don't want to wear pity to satisfy you."
With a light-hearted slap, Sylvia and Chestnut Sans tied up the old man for two.
A few minutes after Sylvia completed securing the replaced fox, the three men, Li Mei, Apricot and Sa Chest, also stood before the replacement of the fox.
"Ahhh!
The fox, who has been replaced with a middle-aged female entertainer in a dress, shows her set-up to fight the three, sets herself up with a blue flame on both palms, and raises a voice of intimidation.
"I don't want to kill you, and I don't want to hurt you. If you let me grow up, I won't have to do either of them. It's not a threat, it's our policy."
Li Mei stands in front of a middle-aged woman and tells her in as gentle a voice as possible.
"You, are you still a child? No, should I say child fox? I'm listening. He said he still has a lot of kids for the guy being made to replace him. And he said it was hard to do it. I'm here to let you go."
As Li Mei is persuading her to smile, the face of a middle-aged woman changes as she looks at her. A face that was willing to strip its teeth and fight turns into a crying face.
"That's all my kindness is. I'll give you ten seconds. Undo the transformation. You can go back to the fox, or you can look like a kid before you look like that. Ten seconds anyway. You want me to count?"
"Ugh..."
Before Li Mei counted ten seconds, the fox turned into a human girl about ten years old.
"Ugh... I wear makeup or something... I didn't like it. I didn't even like the work of the entertainer. I didn't even like my sexually harassed father touching my butt. I want to go back inside... Ugh..."
"All right, all right, all right, we're good now."
Li Mei hugs the little fox, sobbing and spitting out what she's been saving.
"Mmm..."
Looking back, he looks at Li Mei with his apricot and sa-breasted mouth half-opened and shuddered.
"What's going on?
"No... the... mmm..."
Asked by Li Mei, Sa Chest has trouble responding.
"Li Mei, you had such a side..."
"What, are you surprised because you're usually greedy?
When Apricot said what he thought, Li Mei laughed openly.
Working with Tired and Busuke, he was on his way to capture the replacement fox, and before Sylvia and Limei, he was capturing the first one.
I resisted along the way, but didn't struggle as hard as I managed to seize it and later convinced him to go back to being a child and listen to what he had to say.
"There are some aspects of it that are helpful because it's a child."
Says Busuke as he drops off the hauler's car after leaving the fox with the hauler. All the foxes captured are deposited with the hauler and delivered to the Silver Storm Hall main residence.
"Right...... At this rate...... good luck"
"Oh."
Encouraged tirelessly, Busuke smiled and nodded.