Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

In the torrential rain, Netsurk sets the dead Cosmos field in front.

While Netsurk is asking Apricot, who is not an entity, about the 'ban'

"Apricot's Memory" and "Actual Facts" turned out to have some flaws.

And most importantly, Apricot himself realized in Netuak's words that he was losing detailed memories of when he was banned.

As a result, perhaps out of balance between consciousness and emotion, Apricot, the body of consciousness, disappeared from the former Lordship residence.

"Lord Apricot's consciousness is back there. It's raining, and I don't know what to do."

In the meantime, Netsurk tried to ring his fingers to call back the golden frog, as it also fitted a little.

- But I stopped it on the verge of squeaking force at my long, clever fingertips.

"Don't you ring your fingers?

A harsh old man's voice came into Netsuerk's ear despite the heavy rain noise.

Untie the finger you tried to ring, and also lower the hand you were raising.

"I was very interested in your demon. Can I see it?

That's it, Netuark gradually turns to the source of his voice.

The courtyard of the old lord's mansion, where the traps should be strewn endlessly.

Among other things, the fountain in the place where the trap is most overcrowded.

An old man on the edge of that fountain, struck by rain but creating a harsh atmosphere, sat alone.

A face buried in wrinkles but full of wisdom.

The old man sat on the edge to sit on the throne, hoarding his white beard in a serene mouth, weaving a fur gown that looked only superior, with his hands on his cane.

"Where are you from, stranger?"

Netsurk did not answer the old man's question, but returned it with a question.

"Return questions with questions"

Netsuerk himself has taught Ars to behave disrespectfully.

To the point of making such disrespect a harsh old man, Netsuerk did not like the "being" sitting in the fountain.

"The sage lord, who also uses forbidden techniques, seems to be so stingy that he can't even tell this monk about the devil."

If you look at it in general, the smile of this old man - Ong only looks good (like this).

But I don't like Netsuerk.

The knowledge and experience there in my mind is making the alarm so loud.

"Never insult this monk".

And we should not associate "each other" with this monarch, who retains his existence in this world as the "demon of Netsuerk," or the alarm of his heart sounded a warning.

"I've just gradually gained shape, too, and I'm all over the amount of" memory "flowing into this body. I'm busy right now searching my head for why I'm here with this body, that memory sitting like this. Huh, I don't have an answer, just like you."

Weng laughed with great pleasure, even in the dusty rain.

"But even if I don't remember yet, I can make a fool out of you, you stingy sage."

When Ong says so, he plays his fingers patchy, just like Netuark does to invoke magic.

A thunderbolt strikes, a glimmer of thunder falls on the old lord's mansion, and the impact runs.

I tried not to activate the corner trap!

The lightning strike had not fallen towards Netuark, it had fallen into one of the traps we had never activated before.

The magic detection function works and the trap starts toward Netuark.

A bow and arrow are fired from Crossbow and fly towards Netuark.

- The trap is not for the Beast!

The flying height of the arrow flies toward the adult human chest, not the low that holds the wild beast in place.

If the arrow is at his feet, he's confident he'll jump, so Netuark, who was thinking about jumping or making an exchange, hurriedly switched his mind.

"Hey!"

I bowed myself out loud unexpectedly.

The moment I laid my hands straight on the wet lawn, an arrow stabbed Don Dong Dong and a few bottles in the dead cosmos field behind Netuark.

"You said you hurt your back earlier, are you okay?

"You're free. You've been around since then."

Hoo-hoo even for a stirring mouthful, Ong just laughed again, and the sage struck his tongue.

"That laughing habit, if you can stop it because it irritates me, I don't mind a young man on the 30th."

Netsuruk stood up on the spot suddenly, and took the throwing knife out of the inside of his coat, and set it up.

The monarch sitting on the edge of the fountain does not make his appearance faint, but also puts his fingers in the same way that Netuark uses magic, and continues the story with pleasure.

"Oh, I say the monster thing. Among the memories flowing into the eagle, the stingy sage lord laughs" ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

How can I blame you, you stingy sage, if your laughter offends enough people?

The voice of Ong sounded strange and raised his mouth in the midst of the murmuring rain noise and the rain grain that blocked his sight, Netsuerk understands.

"From the memory of your lady in the king's capital."

And I also understood that the memories that Weng talks about belong to Balsam Padrick, Alsen's alma mater.

"I don't know the name yet, but I have a big beautiful son, but I still only have the memory of a woman who looks like a little girl to come into details for some reason.

More puzzling people, too. Are you in this day and age? "

At that time the old man stabbed the scepter with the sound of the knife of Netuk "kah".

"Shall we not use words to describe the" mother "of a person's best friend? Lord Ong, she is nothing but the mother of her best friend"

The tinted eyes behind the lens of the rain-wet glasses are sharp.

"What, didn't you care about the expression of the eagle, you stingy sage?. There is also a concept of time in the" outsider ". And when he shows up in front of people, he suits the" being "called the eagle and is worthy of being firm and old. incarnation beyond the outside world, such as not getting old"

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Before Ong finished saying it, he was rolling out every time he stepped in a throwing knife to keep standing.

- Are you really a wise man?

Weng makes the same sound as the fingers played by Patchouli and Netuark.

Along with the sound of playing, the rain grains falling from the rain sky assembled and became spheres, where the knife thrown by Netsuerk was sucked in and stopped.

"Oh, the rabbit sage who quit until he used the ban."

When he shook up his hand, which had finished throwing the knife, the weapons, which had never reached Ong, were simultaneously pulled out of the sphere of water and returned to Netsuerk's hand.

Just like when I called the sickle earlier, the knife is bound with brocade.

"Huh, isn't he human enough to say if he still looks like this to say he quit being human? Well, is that also because the eagle showed up in this world?"

When Ong played his finger again, the sphere of water bashed and sounded on the ground one after the other, giving him a splash and falling.

Looking at the monks doing the same magical work as themselves, Netuark punches his tongue and knives once.

"Even though things can't work without giving me magic, globally, I've caused something really bad to happen."

But I called you "humans," you guys.

Apparently, he didn't care that he punched his tongue, and Ong came right back to me.

"The" being "of the eagle etc. is a convenient substitute made by you humans.

I gave it a name on my own, and let it be overpowered as well. For years, we've been dealing with eagles like that, trying to take them down or seal them if we have to, and this one's annoying. "

- Lord Ong, are you mad at humans?

Netuark is again taking out the knife and turning it in circles with long clever fingers like a prep movement.

"Huh, I don't even know if I should say I'm angry.

But let me tell you one of the existential definitions that you guys carved out on your own. "Enemy of man."

Once again, Ong rattles his fingers patsy with the same trick as Netuark.

Another lightning strike, along with the sound and sound of saying dong.

The detector will attempt to confirm the presence of the trap and initiate activation...

"Ahhhhhhh! Then Lord Ong!. Taste the" trap "storm with this heavy rain!

The mouth was unfaithfully engraved with a grin, and with a lofty laugh Netsuark threw the knife at the activation site of the various traps.

And first, the trap that Ong activated - the whip that wrapped the red lotus flame, now boldly moved his body to avoid Netsurk.

At that time, several traps interact again, turning them on.

"I ask again, are you really a wise man?. The trap can recognize the existence of a eagle..."

"- I can do it, this is it!!

Netourk said in a high voice scratching off the words of the monarch who said "no," he threw a knife, combining his free hands in various shapes with a bubble, and finally cutting the sky (kuku) sideways with two fingers.

At the next moment, the knife that was stung by Ong's wand turns into a "living rabbit" and falls pottery at Ong's feet.

As a detector mechanism in this world, the top priority for the target is "crop-destroying creatures".

A detector can target a modifiable object from a netu-arc to a "rabbit".

"Smart!"

Various traps were activated at the same time as Ong's hateful voice was uttered.

Traps caused by physical and magical objects strike one after the other with the "Rabbit Magically Out" at the feet of Netsuark and Ong.

As opposed to traps targeting targets, how I said a quarter towards Netuark and three quarters towards live rabbits.

Netuark runs around the courtyard avoiding the traps that strike him in a handsome move while rabbiting.

And as he runs around, he starts the trap again one after the other, and the trap goes to the "rabbit" at the feet of the monarch sitting on the edge of the fountain.

Netourk starts the traps one after the other, confirming the various traps headed towards the fountain, while being blocked from sight by heavy rain legs in the dust.

The monarch sitting on the edge of the fountain was still in the same "rolling out the magic" movement as Netuark, rolling out the magic one after the other, dodging all the traps.

"Oh," he said, "the magic of man," so let it out. Don't spare me. He'll use it all the time!

Coming to the edge of the courtyard, to the corridor, he lays his hands on the cobblestone, and curves his body brilliantly inverted, and Netuark rushes to the courtyard again.

As if to activate all traps, Netuark flips his long-time coat and runs further.

"What's the aim, you stingy sage?. Is this how you want to magically prevent the trap and drain the magic?.

I'm telling you, the magic of the eagle is still endless. I can repeat all the traps in this courtyard a hundred more times. "

Sitting on the edge of the fountain, playing his fingers, preventing all the traps with magic as usual, Ong tells Netuark.

"Besides, this way, all the traps"

Ong lifts his cane as he plays his finger.

The cane, the moment it was lifted, only the cutting tip became the sword, and directly beneath it was a rabbit made of the magic of Netsuerk.

"I'm going to the niggardly sage lord!

"You mustn't jerk off cute little animals"

Now Netsuark played his finger as he leaped and avoided the traversami aimed at his feet.

With the sound of patchouli, the rabbit returns to the appearance of a "knife," but Weng waved his wand down without a problem and the knife and the cutting edge of the wand collided.

In a rain noise called Zaaaaaaaa, a metal noise called Kiiiiiiin sounded, and the knife was played by a wand, spinning wildly on a rain-wet lawn -

"- Welcome back!

Running around the courtyard, retrieving it before it bounced off just as Netuark waited, and running again.

And when I looked at Ong, Netsuruk laughed "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

"- I know just a little bit about the feelings of the beautiful friend of the stingy sage lord. This certainly pisses me off"

Ong grabbed the scepter with a giggle, and he made a murmuring sound.

But all the traps were to head toward Netuark.

All sorts of traps make noise, switching the target to Netsuerk.

(- those "three traps," and)

Netuark just once saw a monk sitting on the edge of the fountain.

The sound of a switch in trap targeting is picked out of the heavy rain legs, and Netuark runs through the courtyard to avoid already activated or fired traps.

The courtyard was already overflowing with the wreckage of the activated trap, with less decent scaffolding.

If you're right about what you're thinking

Netuark captured the sound of a catch-up and three traps activated.

He was confirming as he fled the courtyard that the remaining trap was a degraded version of the magic "Metio" of the stone meteorite with a great deal of magic.

(- Coming!)

Netuark made another sharp curve and changed the direction of his escape - to the fountain where Ong was.

"Lord Ong, with this trap, you will run out of magic sucked from" The Magic of Netuark Saxophone "!

Netuark made a high leap and slid right past Ong - bashing into the fountain! and just jumped in the sound.

(Hmm?! This guy...?)

I jumped into the water, instantly noticed what was at its "bottom".

I don't know, I don't know, "now" is the place.

Immediately, remember the status quo and wait for the results of your prospectus to "come".

- The trap started working towards the "fountain" in unison after "Netuark".

"You really are a clever little nigga!

Ong played his finger only once, and at the next moment he stood up with agility that the old man did not deserve, putting up a wand - "a wand that turned into a fine sword".

Behind it, he said, "Buha!" Netuark from the fountain dripping a lot of water.

Then he immediately looked back and confirmed that Ong grabbed the fine sword and the magic and stunningly protected the "fountain".

(My magic ran out and switched to Alsen's motion and sorcery!)

Wet and heavy in water, yet Netuark rises lightly from the fountain, while playing his finger.

Then the excess moisture came out of my favorite coat and clothing.

"Boulder, my Kings Handmade" Hero "Clothes" "

When Netsuruk finished saying that in a good mood, Ong broke down the rock of the last trap with a fine sword.

A wand reshaped into a fine sword - buzzing the fine sword, Ong wields off the earth mass on the blade.

Netuark looked at the hindsight and tricks of the monarch at the opposite pole of the fountain with a slightly bitter chewy face, scratching up his wet forehead.

The more obnoxious you are about your grandfather, the more you move like Arsene.

- It's been a long time.

Weng was looking back, slapping his bread and his own palm with a fine sword.

- Netuark, you are a good addition!. So is Grandor!.

He was the only one who could scold himself, the younger and best friend, the "trick" of the same monarch that reminded him of how Arsen was when he was "furious".

"When I used my magic, I didn't even imitate such tricks, Lord Ong."

Weng lowers his fine sword from the palm of his hand and again uses it to support him like a wand.

"- What, shall I be honest? You're the one who" shouldn't ". [M]

Sage of the knife, Netuark Saxfawn.

That's why I don't want to imitate you as much as I can, even with my efforts. "

And from the memories of the stream capture, he picks up the part of the young man with his eyes on the colored hair at the opposite end of the fountain, and looks forward and says:

Hearing the monk's words, Netsurk gouged up the corner of his mouth.

"Ah-ha-ha. - That's an odd encounter. I don't like you, Lord Ong."

Laughing, Netuark was full of infidelity and infidelity, and put his arms together.

Ong's face is distorted into anger, his face is accidentally suppressed with the hands of those who do not have a wand, and he laughs bitterly.

"Whoops, why don't you sign a contract with the traveler and get this power (from us).

I can do high magic, I can imitate abilities, but I don't know if emotions or even emotions will ever flow in. "

"If it feels like it, I guess Kari" Arsen "is angry. No, it's well imitated, Lord Ong!

With his arms around him, Netuark nodded unuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Huh, if that's what you're saying, I'll give you a ride!

Weng quickly laid his fine sword on his waist belt, kicking the edge of the fountain and jumping at Netourc.

(Come on, come on, come on!)

The voice of Alsen's anger of memory echoed more on Netuark's head than Ong's words.

(It's been a while since you've been working with Alsen!)

Drop your hips, open your legs, and Netuark will "enjoy" joining hands with Alsen.

It was a sharp kick, as found in Netuk's "memory", that the flying monarch first rolled out.

When Netuark avoids twisting his body, Ong lands. No, he kicks the earth intact, pointing his elbow into it.

Netuark slid his elbow into the rear and lowered with his legs, taking it flat in his hand on the verge of a direct hit to his chest, and the pan sounded all over him.

(So, it's definitely the next one)

While Netuak was thinking about it for a long time, Ong pulled an elbow that didn't hit him and immediately reversed his body.

"Back Fist" is coming!

Take the back fist, which strikes at the back of the fist, aiming at the side of Netsuruk's face, raising his elbow, making a sound like a basili.

"- Hmm, my memory's settling. Okay, but this fight. Looks like I have more handicaps."

Ong says such things in a voice that is repulsive and listenable.

Netuark engraved a grin on his mouth with the words of Ong as he received his back fist with his elbow.

"Oh, yeah, whatever. I'm the one who planted the" builder "on the military school angel Arsen Padrick."

Keeping his back fist under his elbow, he softly drops his weight on the core of his body, stopping Netuark from slipping the one who will be his axial foot onto the soaking wet lawn.

"Strike is better than elaborate." Positive fist punch. "Holy shit!"

Netsurk don't! and let his fists plunge straight into Ong's belly. Ong's body blows backwards.

But when he saw the blown sword, Netuark struck his tongue.

"Lord Ong, you've backstepped too far."

If a positive fist jab is "determined," a person falls positively to collapse on the spot.

The phenomenon of "blowing up" is already avoiding shock and flushing - Ong has not been damaged.

Bouncing backwards like a blown away, Ong had landed brilliantly, sounding Zuzazar on the wet lawn.

"- Huh, isn't this what the niggardly sage taught his beautiful friend?.

"If you get punched in with real fists, don't take it. Follow the flow and let the power flow."

Ong put his hands behind him and laughed with real pleasure.

"Oh, Arsen is a good teacher and a good teacher.

You know exactly what I want you to hold onto. "

Netsurk's attitude, which until earlier stood like a martial artist, had already returned to an infidelity and infidelity of all times.

"Hmm, the Lord of these memories is superior in speed and magic... but he doesn't seem to be a handsome opponent of the niggardly Sage."

While it was still raining rough, Ong mocked himself for choosing Alsen's move.

"Alsen Padrick has" fraternity, "" respect, "and" worry, "but Netuark Saxfawn, Grandor McGaffin. These two opponents are overflowing deep in their hearts."

Then take out the thin sword that was resting on your hips and put it back in the form of a cane to return to its original use: body support.

Netuark sees a monk mocking himself and solves only a little infidelity and infidelity.

"It's surprising. Though I felt like Mr. Weng would say" fraternity is crap. "

"Phew, you stingy sage. There are people like me who" think "of you.

If there are any who cause harm to whom they think, even if they return their existence to dust, they destroy those who harm them.

It's only natural that you can't attack someone who thinks so, even with your help. It might be an extra word, but why don't you take care of this beautiful friend of yours?

- Big favor.

Netsurk made a bad move, but he had to admit that the feeling of thinking of his opponent was, in a way, purer and clearer than that of a bad person, even though the definition of the existence of a weasel who speaks loudly should be "the enemy of man".

"But on that point, O wise man of stingy.

It was really easy to "attack" Netsurk Saxophone. "

And now, obviously, Ong mocked Netsuruk.

"It was like you couldn't die yourself, but you were waiting for your chance to die.

Even if I disappear now, I want that to happen in the corner of my heart that convinces me that I have no choice but to be around "

But Netsuerk laughed and accepted it.

Because it was all right.

"Ahhhhh, Lord Ong. I'm not black in the stomach, but I have about" dark "in my heart."

♪ There's no choice but to die ♪

I have no hindsight at all or sense of sin for having such feelings.

Such an attitude, too unfaithful to "live".

Netuark's face had a bright smile on the bottom in the dusty rain.

That's when nature thundered, and Ong also laughed with his mouth wide open.

"- What" arrogance. "Looking as far as I can remember, if the niggardly wise man disappeared from this world, even the blood people involved from Genesis would weep."

When Ong puts a gnawing force into his cane-gripping hand, the cane begins to change shape again.

"First the descendants of the ancient goddess will cry.

A merciful beautiful man will cry, forsaking the oaths he has made.

A big man who has received darkness and flames will cry in order to stop the niggardly wise. A bold, people-loving king will cry. "

Ong's wand - became such a fan of majesty as your lady would have.

♪ - Friends cry ♪

No matter how many times Weng made an analogy and declared so, he did not break the shape of Netsuerk's smile.

With a slightly boring look on his face, the shape-shifting wand - spreading the fan cleverly in a bah, hiding his face full of wisdom and wrinkles, Ong hid it in half, just as the lady did.

"- Hung, you're just a cunning man who escaped the" no-go "technique, huh?"

And, as I thought, I added to the corner of the sucked memory of a sage of colour an exotic man who is placed dearly, who sits quietly and continues to offer prayers of condolence.

"Is this" friend "most pathetic? In this world, gradually the cause, the fate, the business, nothing matters.

"Friends" now tailored the clothes worn by the stingy sage with a gentle moonlight heart. "

Though slight, the sage's sights were picky and moving.

The truth is, I can see that what I was trying to indulge in was moving indulgently.

"- Huh, that's hilarious.

"What a miserable sage, Lord, is most desperate for" normal. "

"Oh, I'm in love with the" normal "thing.

And I want the world to go on, and I want this body to be dedicated to my wife and sister-in-law, who risked their lives for the normal world. "

That said, I quicken up my glasses, which were slightly lowered by the rain.

The grin had disappeared from the mouth of the wise man.

When talking about "she and the others," there is still no room for infidelity, infidelity and laughter in Netuark.

Ong folds the fan he was spreading with "Basili!" and the loud sound that echoes among the rain sounds.

"Huh, what a foolish," arrogant "feeling to still seek an" acceptable death "while wishing to do something sage for the first time.

- No, because of that arrogance, did our "lord" brother ask for help from the "sage Netsuark Saxfawn", not from us, the monarch's family?

Be arrogant, similar to your brother, to people. "

For the first time, Ong called the name of Netuark, and once Baltham

♪ Let me put on some archery for you ♪

Like when I said, I dance with a trick that makes the fan look gorgeous.

"Don't, don't," the earth in the courtyard begins to twitch, and Netuark feels the waves of vibration at his feet.

"An incredible lady who won't take this year, you're not the bearer of the magic of the line.

It's hard to remember and use magic. "

Past experience showed that Netuark was safer still with his feet on the earth.

But I really didn't like the presence of outsiders who called my best friend's beloved mother "incredible" again.

"Don't think your grandfather, who" forgot "the art of Baltham Padrick, the rare magician of Celisanceum, can use it!

and kicked the earth, and turned to Ong.

Leaving his feet off the earth, Ong shows his teeth and laughs when he sees Netuark jumping high.

"No, I remember you, Sage!. Wasi made himself one of the former Seraphim monarchs, supporting [the angel of the child star shining at dawn] [Belzeble].

And there's one Hell Monarch in this world!

In the same balsam motion as Netuark's memory, Ong - Berzebul flipped a fan, and a soil serpent with the thickness of a man's arm, jumped four from the rain-wet earth.

And stretch out from the earth to surround the body of Netuark, which is still in the universe, from all directions.

While he was in the universe, Netuark could decide that he could deal with the "technique Balsam used in the past" used by Belzebule and his own strength now.

"Come on, Spirit of the Wind with the Lion's Head." Ariel! ""

The moment I put the Spirit's name in my mouth, the Spirit of the Wind appeared on the shoulder of Netsuerk with the whirlwind in the appearance of a small green lion.

"- Ariel, snake, please!"

Netuark is standing in the universe trying to throw a knife, and four dirt snakes fang out and are on the verge of eating up.

With the fangs of a lion and the power of the wind, Ariel flew to circle around Netuark, crushing the heads of the soil serpents one after the other.

Lost his head, the torso of the dirt snake crashes onto the bottoms and on the spot, and Ariel, who finished his role, disappears.

"In the meantime, I need you to snag me into a" picture book "once!"

Throw a knife - but there's no sign of Belzebule there.

"-" No. ""

There was the face of a monarch of Hell, full of old and wisdom, of Belzebule, before the eyes of Netsurk.

And the "weapon" that changed its shape from a fan to a fine sword pierces the wise man's left shoulder for each coat he loves.

"- Tsk!

At the moment Netuark skewed his face, Belzebule pulled a fine sword out of his shoulder with faces such as "unintentional" and the shape returned to "fan" again.

Holding on to his pierced left shoulder, without falling hard, Netuark landed on his knees in an almost muddy garden.

Belzeuble lands slightly late and, obnoxiously, stares back at his weapon, which has returned to the fan.

"Huh, you're smart" Alsen Padrick "to hold even the power of the eagle who remembered his name and even try to shelter his people in memory. - But I liked it." Very. "

On Netuark, where Belzeuble holds his shoulder and squats, he set up a fan.

"Let's take down the two famous Padrick mothers and sons with the power of, in a tribute and reputation for the Kingdom of Celisanceum and the Supreme Sage -.

That's what I was thinking, but apparently only the rare magician, Lord Baltham Padrick, can help me with my worries.

The Hero of the Devil's Sword is apparently impressed and stingy by his friends "

Netuark stands up slowly before Belzebule, who reviews his friends.

The right hand, which suppresses the pierced left shoulder, had already held the knife to fight.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Alsen is a hard worker. Even" memory "will surely endeavor..."

Netsuruk threw a knife in the form of "one arrow pays off".

It's just that the cutting edge of the knife is not for the belsemble.

"What in the wrong direction -!?"

It was at the beginning that I pulled up my cheeks to mock him, Belzebule, but pointed a sharp gaze in the direction the wise man threw.

"- Yeah, but you don't, do you? It's a place where the presence of a" god of heights ", who embraced Belzebule, was desperate to protect him before he returned to his memory."

"Cut," a knife stabs the edge of the fountain where Belseble was first sitting.

"My best friend's mother was disparaged, pretended to be fierce, and was pierced in the shoulder is unplanned, but it helped enough to keep me alert"

An unfaithful, unfaithful smile is returning to Netuark while enduring shoulder pain.

From the spot on the edge of the fountain where the knife was stabbed, cracks of white lines began to spread in the space.

"- Smart little man! Once again, plot, take away the" place "or people!

The bell zeble meshes so tightly that his teeth snap with "Gillilli" that he twists his wrist to dance the fan without anger.

"If you say" unexpected, "even more unexpectedly, take the true magic of a rare magician and get chopped up and ripped off your hands and feet!

At the end of the fan, a few spheres of wild wind float.

"Tornado makes a torso (no head, no hands, no feet, just a statue of the torso)."

Just a little bit, with a cold sweat, Netourk looks at the fountain that threw the knife.

The knife is gradually spreading the crack but still imperfect.

"Regret that you plotted again and tried to take your place!

Belzeble waves up his arm with a fan, and the sphere of wind approaches Netourc with tremendous momentum.

Objection to the "name" of the "rare sorcerer"! Nha ~ "

- The crack made by the knife was broken from the "outside," and the wet courtesy ray showed up from the fountain.