Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

With a blue dragon knife on his arm, the cappella tips his neck at the man who cut him.

Three long black braids spilled that white shoulder, and as she put her arms together, she bent forward emphasizing her busty breasts, throwing her demonic gaze at the man with the helmet.

The glance that lusciously invites a man is a demon that tickles a man's instincts even when he knows it's a trap.

However, such magic depends on whether it works or not.

"It's an alley during erotic behavior, but if you're after seduction, it doesn't work for me. This muscled virgin thought... makes me laugh because I have too much desire and difficulty for my sister to go to."

"Light mouth and moderate restraint that demeans me...... apart from whether that aim works for Ataxi, I can't eat it - it smells like a man. What are you going to do with that fat thing, distract me and ask me to be caught off guard?

"Don't let a woman get upset with you. I'm gonna shrivel, honestly."

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The cappella's provocative glance becomes flashy in the man's answer. The surprise soon disappeared, and Capella throated for heartfelt pleasure.

"KHAHAHAHA! What, that statement at that age in that nari. The maiden of dreams only lives in her breasts. Mei Mei just looks and lives in different ways, so you must be a flower garden dweller. Sweetie, get dirty."

"What I'm talking about is evil, but don't make me say it again and again. I'm not motivated today. When people ask me when I'm willing, I get stuck with the answer. Especially today."

With a bare gesture that doesn't suit his current appearance, a man on a cappella that pats his legs - Al's attitude is tedious with a terrible throw.

It's not a pose, it's how you feel sincerely unwilling to the role you play right now. Capella looked more and more strange, saying she was a lot different from the two above.

"I'm unwilling, annoying, and yet I won't give up this place. Meh's words are full of contradictions. Then why are you dating this distraction or cancer?

"Speak for yourself, distracted."

"Didn't you decide to tell me? If it's from an attacker, I'm free to crush everything that happens in this world. All of them, ultimately, are Ataxi things. The love of Ataxi is generous, merciful, and I won't ask for anything other than love for Ataxi... otherwise, I don't know what else to do."

Spread your hands, Capella grins with a poisonous flowery look.

Al, who was watching that grin, lowered the tip of the blue dragon knife he had stood on. And he rattled his neck bones, "Uh," he exhaled for a long time.

"You're so arrogant. It's a lot different than the big crime I know."

"Well, did you know the other scumbags or the meat? Perverted female meat of resentment? Vessel extremely small, virgin? Low-personality bad eating inferior kid? Or is it a misguided misguided masturbation spirit? I think it sucks to have a friendship anyway! Couldn't your parents tell you? You can choose your friends."

"... hateful, that's the kind of thing my parents would tell me."

"That's sad. But the magnificent love of the Ataxi will be enveloped, won't it? If you can take that helmet off and show me your face, hold the Ataxi and love and dedicate it!

No matter how cold they get, the capella that pierces the courtship attitude is the ultimate romantic brain. Except for the fact that there is an argument for calling one-sided expressions of love looting so far that they don't look at each other as extreme as' love '.

Naturally, nothing responds to the courtship that drains humanity rather than her clumsiness.

Al reassembled the blue dragon knife he was lowering and slowly shook his neck to the side.

"I'm sorry. I'm glad to hear that, but I refuse because we don't know each other very well yet, and I'd be embarrassed if my friends rumored or something"

"Isn't there something cute about caring about the eyes around you or something? Ataxi, is that bad? - I don't think it's sexually detached from the mazo nature of scum male meat that I like to be swayed by women."

"... ahh?

"Side by side unattended, with the eyes of a chicken. The most violently fleshy figure. The back length is lower than the current Ataxi, and the skin is quite the type to give out. I talk a lot in the mood, but personality backed by intelligence and confidence, not pointlessly arrogant. I often leave it to my men, but it's rare to lean on them. It's not easy, but I don't hate her, not her position."

Side by side with the pepper, the figure of the cappella changes visually to gnarly.

The busty body has a shrunken back length as it is, and the costume goes to a dress with bold shoulders and back exposure. Your face changes with drooping eyes, and your eyes are sharp and confident. It was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair down who showed up.

Officials in this city, none of them are present - but somewhere, the atmosphere resembles a woman close to Al's.

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"Whoa, isn't that blonde? This should be the most common person in Lugnica... and then it's red... um, orange."

The color of the cappella's hair changes one after the other, looking at the microscopy of Al's reaction. I tried it black, brown, green and blue, and as soon as I entered the red lineage, it turned inquisitive and orange.

That's just it, the gut and its impression carry that of an extra familiar woman.

"Creepy... where did you see the princess?"

"I've seen it, I've talked to it, I've been aware of it. I just guessed my favorite face and body from Meh's reaction. Ataxi, you're a woman who does everything, right? It's only natural to do everything in your power to be liked by the person you want to like."

"I don't know how to react, it's my side..."

"Between voices, tricks, and talking. Eyes, attitude at neck angle. character, nature, likes and evils in conversation."

――――

"One foot at a time, don't miss it. Exhausting the Spirit to be loved is how to exhaust the Ataxi. Ataxi is doing so much... look at Ataxi. Just look at Ataxi. Don't lose any other eyes. The face, the body, the voice, the attitude, the tricks, everything! I bet it's a straight ball in the middle of nowhere!

Talking, the cappella - a cappella turned into a Priscilla resemblance - roughs up her voice. The claim is pleasantly linear, but it is a staggering courtship through the subject with a straight line passing.

Al no longer shook his head or responded with words, but only answered the cappella by issuing wars from all over his body. To that silent answer, Capella floats with dismay and hatred.

"This selfish scumbag meat... what do you not like about it?"

"Don't get me wrong. I don't care if I like you or not... sorry, lie. I knew you, I hated you because you were disgusting."

"-! This cheating rotten scum meat -!"

The right arm of the capella stepping on the group thickness deforms from the shoulder to the head of a giant wolf. A fierce groaning beast's head jumped at high speed over a barbed Al. A blade-like fang lined up sloppily chews the entire upper body of Al - on the brink, Al's body scratches through the looming gaps in his fangs with a single hair and flees the scene to the sidelines.

"I think I got away with it!

"I don't think so! Next! Next! Back!

Over the head of the rolling Al, the next powerful palm is waved down. A giant arm with five fingers is comparable to a human torso, and being grabbed is tantamount to being grabbed by a serpent.

But Al slowly dodges this attack in the backstep as well. He even stopped the wolf's fangs, which made a big detour and tried to cut a thousand hips, disappointingly with a blue dragon knife that turned to his back.

"Oh, oh, Donna!

Failing to kill the beast's propulsion, Al's body slips forward as it is taken with the Blue Dragon Knife. but halfway up the floor a wall of soil chanted, poking up the right arm directly from the bottom that turned into a beast.

A wolf with his jaw lifted spilled a bitter chirp and swung to the mass of his right arm to disintegrate the body of the cappella. There, Al flew wildly avoiding a left-arm onslaught.

"Donna! Over here, Donna!

"-!"

Al's turbulent donna is the lowest magic of local attributes.

Both power and endurance as walls are only commensurate with its lowest magic sign. Still, Al uses this magic as his best tactic in a life-threatening battle.

It creates obstacles, blocks vision, produces scaffolding - just like at this moment right now.

"Ow!

A shaped wall of dirt blocks the path between the right and left arms of the cappella that curls in the distance. Furthermore, the cappella body and the dirt wall appeared in front of it, covering its front.

And if you're ready with them, Al's body goes hollow - it's ejected like a spring trick, using the power and speed with which the dirt wall rises off the ground.

The moment Capella looks over her head in a roar, her thin neck flashes with a blue dragon knife and her neck flies.

A face resembling Priscilla swept through the universe, and a tremendous amount of blood erupted from the wound. Capella's blood has an unidentified poisoning effect, and that's what makes Krush suffer.

Naturally, there is a commandment that you should not touch the blood that erupts in a grand...

"You fool me, you petten bastard!

Relentlessly stepping into that bloodbath, Al's Blue Dragon knife is protruded.

The tip of the sword does not hesitate, breaking in from the back of a cappella that has lost its neck, pushing it through the middle of the valley of its chest, causing even more fatal injuries to the opponent who was supposed to have killed it. But that's not all that stays.

"Rah! El Donna!!"

Kick a pierced body, blow it up in front and Al chants it mightily - on one stage of Donna, Elle magic starts with the Blue Dragon Knife, activated in the body of the cappella.

Naturally, the flesh of the cappella does not suppress the swelling mass inside itself and explodes.

Bong, and made a dumb noise like a joke, and the cappella's body fell apart. Thousands of slices of hands and feet fly, pink guts and bright red are punctured by underground space. In the cold air, the pieces of flesh rise hot air, the end of which is a sufficient result to turn away.

"... well! Ha, ha, come on."

Breathing with his shoulders, Al raises his voice to the capella that has become a piece of flesh.

Whatever it is, there can't be any living organism that could be destroyed so far. There is no such thing as being able to respond to Al's winning name, it should have been.

"Uh, isn't it hiccup? You're not going to do anything like that."

"Shit."

Abominable Al's tongue-in-cheek is against an unchanged, floating and malicious voice.

The voice is not from fragmented pieces of flesh, but from the direction of the first decapitated neck - that is, the position where the cappella's head fell off. Capella's head rolling there is delighting Al's reaction while lying on the ground.

"You can't skip your neck and break your heart, it's against the rules..."

"It's Ataxi who's okay to get his neck blown and his heart smashed... but it's also rare that he's so unrelenting all of a sudden. Atakshi, right now, I should have asked you out with a face in the middle of nowhere, but you're a little out of sight? Love can be the kind of thing you express by hurting?

Capella's neck lifts in front of Al, who exhales a sense of restraint.

A cross section of his neck snapped and overflowed with black meat that could not have subsided from it. That creates the base of the neck, the bulky chunks of meat gradually form the hands and feet, and the black surface is hidden in the white skin and invisible, as usual - no, the completion of the blonde girl.

"... what about the scattered meat over here?

"It melts when you're here."

When Al with a frivolous attitude glances at him, the flesh pieces of the body of the bounced capella make a noise and melt. The guts and hands and feet became like a guzzling black mud, bubbled and extinguished.

Even the way it disappears seems to harass you.

"Nevertheless, I didn't hesitate to come to your neck. I was up there...... try to fake it - but don't you have a buddy who's been rendered incapacitated by the blood of an attacker? Aren't you scared to take such a bushy bath?

"Don't be haphazard. I don't even know what the terms are, but I've proven that you're not a Buddha just because you took a bath. I lost everything I could avoid."

"-? I didn't see anything bare to avoid."

"I'm talking about it before I know it. If I can't even get my neck, my heart, I'll have to smash my flying head next time. How many times does it take?"

Slightly tired Al's sigh is heavier than that just before the battle began. There will be the effect of realizing how troublesome the capella is, but it looks like it's letting his shoulders carry more weight than he has gone through this exchange.

Either way, Capella, which has finished regenerating, has no fine dust left over from the current attack.

In addition to mutation and transformation, it is just a monster because it is so playful that it is comparable to immortality - it cannot be killed by heart destruction with an excellent neck as a way of killing.

But hard to kill is not synonymous with not being able to defeat.

"Ice marinate your whole body and seal it, throw it inside the Great Falls."

"If the target can't be killed, despair is a festive poem, but it's not meaty at all, is it? But I don't mind the prestige, can you? I saw him as good at running away, hiding and working small, but I don't think he's an arm that can kill an attacker."

"Even if I do die a hundred times, it's suspicious if I can kill you. In fact, I've been here about half the time... but haven't you forgotten?

Al rattles the hardware on his helmet as he taps his shoulder at the peak of the Blue Dragon Knife. When the capella twisted her neck to the inquiry, the tip of the sword indicated overhead.

It's not the city hall that shows it - it's further out.

"I was going to scratch the back of us, and I can read that we've been vacating control. That means Hachiko, who was after the" lust "control, rushes to take it back. If you keep buying time like this, you'll be packed naturally."

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"I'm telling you, if I let you buy me some time, it's pretty good, right? I'll knock you down with my hand and nail you down here. So if you want to run, now's the time."

Al, who deals with the cappella by himself, forces him to withdraw on the grounds of reinforcement participation. Capella frowned in surprise at the words, and Al said to her suspicious reaction, "Hmm?".

"What the hell, that reaction. Even complaining about this void free withdrawal recommendation..."

"A single, single-handed assassin who goes out of his way to get into enemy territory, he says, has not struck a hand to stop the warfare sent by them?

"... hmm?

"The muscle Dharma and the female swordsman, they're leaving me on the road. Two of the Ataxis dolls are extraordinarily good... can you pull out that reinforcement right away?

"Whoa!"

Al groans at the unexpected development, and his face looks up at the hole over his head. As I read the look on the other side of the helmet, Capella continued with the words "by the way,"

Let me seal the mirror, okay? So even if we try to get in touch in a hurry, we won't be able to connect anywhere. "

"How could you do that!?

"The magic device, I made it." The witch. "There's a lot of backstory about witchcraft left over. Including how to disturb the wavelength of an interactive mirror."

Al's mouthed aim falls off in the surrounding harassment system.

Al doesn't have the technique to ascertain the authenticity of Capella's statement, but the fact is, outside the city hall, the two headed for the success or failure of 'lust' - Wilhelm and Garfield are both engaged with her gestures. I must say my eyes are low back in the midst of the battle between monsters and odd men.

In other words:

"If you don't have a hitter in here, then it's time to end it?

"... I'm not saying it's stuck."

Capella smiled softly in response to Al's badly chopped teeth.

And the smile melts right after the blink. Again, the figure of the girl undergoes transformation into an indeterminate mass of meat and the mass of the capella explodes as it is.

Gunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Little girls, luscious women, frivolous young men, tough warriors - flesh enlarged with momentum not comparable to her previous transformations, roaring into the underground space.

And what emerged after the blink was a black dragon assimilating the black body skin into darkness.

"... well, you could turn into a dragon too"

For lack of room delimitation, the space in the underground space is somewhat wider than the hierarchy in the government building. but black dragon giants don't fit easily even in such a space.

The dragon's golden eyes narrowed to Al's whining, and Capella opened her mouth to respond. From there, the relentless breath of burning releases.

"-!"

The underground air burns in the flames that blow, and Al rushes through the white glowing underground.

A chant undone by the roar creates a wall of dirt within the breath. but it also didn't serve as a defense for the moment before the overwhelming heat burned - but Al's aim is not there.

"but..."

The jaw of the black dragon, which was releasing his breath, once again takes a direct hit of the dirt wall that pokes up. His mouth, which exhaled a scorching breath, was forcefully closed, and the black dragon turned back as his nose and throat were seared by his own flames.

However, the effect continues when it comes to the breath thrown out before the interruption. A green flame devours Al's back as he rushes around trying to escape the range -,

"Shit! Donna! Bubble!?

A dirt wall protruded into a yake-fucking-scented chant, and Al's flank was beaten. The momentum blows Al away and he falls into the waterway as his ass is burned by the flames. but shortly after he laid his back on the bottom of the waterway, the dirt wall upright with another chant, jumping out of the water all at once.

"-Sh, no!

A wet Al jumps out of the water. In a moment, sharp black dragon claws decided the bottom of the waterway. A water splash rises and the dirt wall that launched Al is torn in the water. Evasion of one hair at a time, but the onslaught on Al continues. Al avoids, avoids, and avoids all that.

Scratch incredibly narrow gaps, take attacks from behind you shouldn't be able to see, earn enough dodge with physical abilities in a magical attack on yourself, and avoid fatal injuries.

"Gi, no, no, no!

"D, D, D, D, DONA -!"

The black dragon, who boiled the business, turned the giant, and a blow of tail was unleashed like a shovel.

To that blow, which drew an arc and winded a storm, Al simultaneously deployed five dirt walls to the front with multiple chants - reducing the power of a single blow to its limit, taking it with a blue dragon knife as he flew himself big back, jumping and rolling down the ground.

Big roll and scatter shock, Al tries to stand with the Blue Dragon Knife as his cane. but the damage hasn't gone out.

From the gap in the neck of his hurriedly tilted helmet, his mandible exhaled a grand amount of diarrhea.

"Shh, shh... Shit, this time it's the victim... I'm not really following you...!

"I don't think so. Because of his strength, he said he was ridiculous in such a dimension that he didn't know what he was on his side..."

To Al mourning the current predicament, Black Dragon Capella sends a strange praise.

From her eyes, Al's desperate defense was accompanied by strange discomfort. An attack that couldn't possibly be seen out, an unexpected pursuit, all of which Al survived by making the most of his own abilities. - As if I had understood that choice beforehand.

But we didn't have time for each other to pursue them.

Because...

"... Did you make this a little too violent?

The cappella that looked overhead spills so much is a faint tremor transmitted to the ground - and the deadly sound heard from the damaged city hall.

The battle in the basement part on which it was based stabbed Todome in a building that had been badly damaged by repeated strife. As a result, the holes on the ground floor prepared for dropping the cappella widen within a glance, and the cracks extend not only to the floor, but to the entire building.

Waiting ahead is a conclusion that even children can see - collapse.

"I'm not kidding! If the realm loosens up, he dies!

Watching part of the floor fall from the top, Al pushed the pain and stood up. Throw yourself into the flowing waterway in a dangerous foothold.

The water sounds went up and his body became invisible aboard a stream of water flowing through the city's basement. And dropping it off, Capella looks up at the collapsing ceiling as it looks like a black dragon,

"Um, you've shriveled. I'm tired of playing, and I'm done."

He groans boringly and the black dragon stretches out.

No one saw that rare sight of the world, swallowed up by the collapse of a building pouring down like a landslide, and pushed away.

"-"

A faint groan rises at the scene of the collapse.

The voice was accompanied by the sound of pushing the rubble away, and only slightly louder stones rolled down the rubble pile. and the impact collapsed the mountain, with white arms peeking out of the resulting gap.

Thin arms crumble a pile of rubble from the edge with all the jitters, just as they seek something.

A few minutes later, it was Ferris, dressed worn out, who thus crawled out of the pile of waste materials.

"Kee-ho, kee-ho"

Cough up, spit out tons of dirt and blood in your mouth.

Which of gravel or blood fills the gap between the tongue and the teeth, then? In any case, it has nothing to do with Ferris. I don't know if I'd like to be annoyed.

"I didn't think the government building would collapse... once, you wasted your life... ugh!

With a dirty clothing lining, Ferris wipes the blood attached to his face. If you remove the dirt that way, peeking from the bottom is a terribly neat and adorable face.

It is very unlikely to be the condition of a man minutes later, caught in the collapse of a five-story building and crushed without the art of exchange.

"That's good...... yes, Dear Anastasia!

Turning her head cat ear upside down, Ferris looks around with that name in his mouth.

Anastasia bought me a replacement for Krush and helped me with a dangerous operation. Although I was able to respond to the 'lust' raid as I read it, the results obtained were a tragic word. But still, the collaborators are collaborators.

The need to ascertain its life and death also includes the meaning of step-by-step to Julius.

"If you're just like me and you're being crushed..."

Just peek under the rubble right next to you, etc. The moment there were signs of a collapse in the building, Anastasia was in the same room as Ferris.

When her underfoot collapsed, it should be the same thing that got her involved without the art of exchange. If he hadn't at least died instantly, Ferris' healing magic could have helped him enough.

"Even one of my voices would be easy to find if you raised it!

It is not something that can be executed with Ferris' skill, such as disaster relief methods.

Helping the wounded is a proprietary patent, but the person in charge to get there is unsuitable for Ferris. The frustration that can't be helped by Ferris, including the fact that he didn't get information from "Lust." And there it is.

"Ah, Mr. Ferris is safe, too."

――

There was a rubble breaking footsteps, and I saw people in Ferris' sight looking back to jump. It's the Anastasia I've been looking for that makes my green dyed hair flaky and laughs off.

She approaches Ferris with footsteps such as a surprise as she rocks the hem of her hard-to-move kimono.

"Dear Anastasia, were you safe?

"As you can see, no. And that's our dialogue, too. Yan. Mr. Ferris is the one who often did well in that collapse."

"It's..."

Technically, it wasn't safe, but Ferris avoided an immediate answer. I'm not obliged to talk, nor is it pleasant to talk. Without pursuing the mouth-watering Ferris, Anastasia instead looked together at the rubble beneath her feet and the collapsed city hall,

"Everybody just let them evacuate and do the right thing. Wow. This is a bit of a big case."

"Big event..."

Ferris similarly circles his neck to Anastasia, who frowns like trouble.

Big incident, etc. Anastasia says, but is this the kind of situation where we can talk in such an atmosphere? It must be a big case, but it doesn't sound serious enough.

The cause of this collapse itself in the first place was -,

"Underground, I think Al and I fought 'lust'..."

――――

"It's completely buried, and I guess it's going to be difficult to dig this up. I think he survived when he rode well in the underground waterway..."

Regardless, in that case the possibility of survival of the capella should also be taken into account.

As far as Ferris could see, the regenerative power of Capella's flesh was beyond people's knowledge. It's only unusual that Anastasia's magic made her face half disappeared and she was still flat. Though it shouldn't be the result of an unnatural physique, as the rampage of Ferris' vitality worked.

"Speaking of which, where did Master Anastasia do such magic?

"... does it matter now?

"I was a little surprised because I heard you couldn't fight"

She was the one who self-declared that there was no fighting power in the context of the discussion of power dispersion. That Anastasia herself and the artificial spirits she carries have no such power.

But if so, that magic that burned Capella's face.

- I've heard a lot about it.

――――

When Anastasia shut up about Ferris' inquiry, a third party voice broke in there.

At the end of the two glances looking back, it's Al who looks a lot wet coming kicking at the rubble. He tilted his neck and came back out of the gap in his helmet with water.

"You did better than anything. Did you jump right into the waterway?

"I feel crushed three times though. Well, I don't care about that. I need to talk to you more than that."

If Anastasia welcomes the return of the meritorious, Al said so and pulled out the Blue Dragon Knife. The tip of the sword is directed at Anastasia, and she frowns in good shape.

Al and Anastasia across the street. Ferris is in an intermediate position between the two, in the form of a triangle joining the three standing positions.

"What the hell is this all about? Laughing burns if you joke."

"I'm not going to make fun of you either. Whatever your cat-eared brother is, it doesn't fall on you. And..."

"Just do what you had hidden balls. I don't think it's a good idea to keep your mouth shut, but we can't just open it and spread it out..."

"There will be some answers like that, but it's your attitude that's more of a problem than that. Surviving a collapsing building and chatting with facial acquaintances and ruins... I don't see any expression and emotion in that attitude at all. You know what I'd say to a guy who talks to people face to face like that?

――――

Anastasia's words stopped at Al, who inquires early in the arrow succession. But that look is still anchored in an ambiguous grin.

And as Ferris watched, Al mouthed ahead of the separated words.

"That's what I call a witch."

"... man, that's a terrible thing to say"

The voice accordingly was objectified and felt somewhat emotionally thirsty.

A solid smile peels off, and floating instead is a powerless sarcastic grin. But the irony is not so much that it seems to be a self-derision directed against you.

"As far as I know, 'witch' is never supposed to be used in a good way."

"You think I said I was gonna say hello to your mood? It fits the way I feel, Petten Fox."

"What do you mean?

The two windy people who know each other - staring at the unusual Anastasia and Al, Ferris asks for room for his own input on the spot. to that Ferris attitude. Al shrugged his left shoulder without arms and only his gaze remained fixed on Anastasia,

"I mean, now your daughter is gawa, even your daughter has different contents. Sexually Evil Fox Hanging From That Neck... Echidna Is Inside"

"That's just what happened as a result of prioritizing Anna's survival. The worse they tell you about it, the more they accept it like a malicious act."

Anastasia - echidna says back with a troubled face - to Al's statement, which is highly hostile. Then Al said across the helmet, "Hang on!," he snorted.

"Don't let the guy you were trying to replace talk like a great guy."

"What a misunderstanding it is to be replaced. Where did you say you had such a bareback?

"Although the evidence would be that you pretended to be a lousy karalagi valve and your daughter. Hate, I couldn't understand the human microscopy, but I could see the bottom of it."

"Enough is enough! It won't go on forever!

Ferris explodes because Echidna's words take more Al.

It seems certain Al is in some sort of circumstance, but what matters in the present situation is Anastasia. Although the vessel means that Echidna is now in the lead.

"First, is Master Anastasia safe? Didn't just protect your body, and the contents wouldn't be pawy somewhere?

"I'm fine. I need Anna to stay alive physically and mentally. Otherwise, there's no point in even using a forbidden hand."

"Forbidden Hand...?

"I'm talking about my current condition. Anna's gate is a little complicated. I can't let myself go. I can handle it, but it's burdensome. That's what I'm saying."

Touching her thin chest, Echidna clouds Anastasia's expression.

Al still held his sword in an unconvincing manner, but Ferris broke in between that poked sword and Echidna and continued his words.

"Who has been talking to us, pretending to be Master Anastasia?

"It wouldn't be natural not to speak up for our collaborators safely, would it? I pretended to be Anna because I didn't show you our weakness. As I've revealed, Anna's body is unstable. I wanted to hide my assimilation.... but they spotted me."

"Julius is about this power... you don't know. You didn't even know you existed, did you? What are you gonna do about it?

"It's about Anna and Julius, and The Iron Fang. I don't think I'm obliged to answer your questions with speculation."

The muscles are through. The discomfort Ferris remembered in the Anastasia of the Rubble Mountain also fits if he thinks that the contents were a correspondence with different echidnas.

The fact that she was saved by her magic and the track record of protecting Anastasian flesh from collapsing buildings - from those two, at least Ferris' suspicions cleared up.

"But that one still doesn't feel like lowering your sword?

"... Shit"

That's what Ferris asked, Al tongued and reluctantly delivered the Blue Dragon knife to his sheath. Looking at it, Ferris looks at his worn out body again.

The burns are abrasive, it looks like he's been wounded a lot.

"Look, I'll be cured soon, so show me. Wow, this place is decided...! Oh, my God, what is this cut? You didn't have to die a lot, did you?

"When it comes to my power, it's as deep as it gets a fatal injury. I would have been better off if I hadn't lost my bet...... well, fine"

――

Ferris' palm twisting his neck heals all of Al's injuries.

The healing power of the blue and white light is just one word, and the countless wounds that were in Al's body in no time were soothing, making sure of it, Al said a word of thanks,

"Neither do I. The ladies survive. There's no doubt that the lust guy is still alive. I don't feel very comfortable with the extent of the rubble."

"About that, though."

Echidna raised her hand to the voice calling for Al's vigilance. The raised palm is gripped by a dialogue mirror, and when she taps that surface gently with the opposite hand,

"Actually, until just before the building collapsed, the dialogue mirror stopped saying yes."

"I heard that. Is it more witchcraft than" lust "? They're telling the witchcraft how to drive the magic apparatus crazy. So he was jamming the means of communication..."

"I guess that's what happened. However, if it was the work of the Bishop of the Great Crimes, it would appear that he escaped his predicament for a moment."

"... roundabout"

"Sorry, it's a habit. That means the function of the dialogue mirror is back."

Al and Ferris are surprised by the words at the same time.

Al is in possession of a dialogue mirror. That he can get in touch with other facial rashes. Ferris was interfering with the use of dialogue mirrors, to the possibility that it was eliminated.

"What do you mean? 'Lust' interrupted the obstruction... you mean dead?

It's not too credible that that regenerative monster died under the rubble. As Al said, the three of us survived.

It is hard to believe that this is the end of an immortal monster that was specialized in vitality. If anything else could possibly be considered -,

"I was so damaged that I couldn't continue my obstructive work. Or the interruption is causing us to get caught off guard and peek at the opportunity while hiding..."

"I don't think that suits that sexual evil personality"

"Right, I think so, too. More daring than a hiding lurk...... how about, for example, being turned into someone in the three of these places? The real thing is already dead, and it's been replaced. It's the preferred hand of lust."

Ferris was frightened by that imagination of Echidna.

Before the collapse, I am reminded of a monster that turned out just like Krush. I was incarnate in front of him then, so he was believed to be unquestionably fake. Regardless, Ferris has the confidence to spot it if it's going to turn into Krush, but these two don't know.

I'm flabbergasted by the possibility. But...

"Enjoy what you say, sexually vicious. If you're not responding, talk fast. I wound my tail and ran away. I'm tired of going home. That's the deal."

"That I have no basis, no body, no lid..."

"Before he crushed me, that monster looked completely white. That's why."

It was Al who was relative to the capella until the end.

Words like laughing with your nose if they are other people, but they cannot be counted in common sense if they are also Bishops of the Great Crimes. I don't think the alarm should be lifted.

"Besides, if you're ready to use the dialogue mirror, you can contact the princess, right? That's first and foremost. Connect me."

Two groups left the city hall with a dialogue mirror: the Wilhelm Garfield group and the Priscilla Liliana group. Originally incorporated into the Priscilla group, Al reluctantly joined this residual group with the life of the Lord, but I know painfully how much I want to make sure my husband is safe.

"I know. You don't have to be in such a hurry... yeah?

Stuck by Al, Echidna frowned holding a dialogue mirror.

When Ferris turns his eyes to something about the reaction, the dialogue mirror begins to glow pale in Echidna's hands. - Communication from another dialogue mirror.

And reflected on the mirror surface of the glowing mirror is -.