Sanzen no Souru Supina

Rattegart is the maiden of the true knight.

Her descent into the land was once to explore the home of the "mad old doctors” who, while descending with a mission to welcome human heroes into their own bloodlines, were said to have dishonored themselves and their honor by the great sister, Brunfreude, who was distraught and corrupted by humans.

From what I hear, the king of Aram, who was my husband, offered Brunfroyd himself to the "mad old doctors” because of his desire to inherit.

It was an idea to spit on, a rotten sexual root.

I don't think Brunfreude was sane, either, until he was determined enough to betray the blood of a true knight. I loved the other man so blindly by then, does that mean?

Rattegart doesn't understand.

In the first place, we revert to the low standards of humans called humans, their heroes.

Grace to courtesy to combat skills, personality and upbringing, and, virtue. At least I've never seen Rattegart with a hero in glasses.

During this time, I've just discerned the candidates and the others.

Not to mention me in my warfare skills, my personality is immature, my upbringing is all bullshit - needless to say otherwise.

Naturally, it is limited.

Yet my mother reprimanded me.

It is indeed urgent to welcome excellent blood into our veins.

A true knight's child is always a woman, and he cannot obtain a man except a rebirth from another race.

The blood of a true knight is always depleted because men become English spirits much faster than women.

That, and this, is the problem with too many men of other races - too many to meet the conditions of a hero.

Not very much, but I don't feel like dedicating my purity and draining the grace of a true knight maiden.

Well, now my mothers are moving to solve the problem.

That's why it's out of the question for me to match my opponent's level myself.

Rattegart reaffirms that he does not intend to shake his standards. Justice is upon me.

Thanks to its aesthetic eyes and eclampsia (kanshiku), I have not thought about being pressed into such a task.

Siddhara - a strange rocky mountain that the "mad old doctors” were based on. The inspection.

Energetic wings that arose from his hips: Rattegart stepped down to the top of Mount Siddhara as he deflected Wings of Odette.

That was where the strange sights spread.

The mountainous area that leads to the desert, of which this mountain, drained and of high altitude, was indeed 2,000 meters above sea level, which was also an almost perpendicular rock-skinned, precisely untouched land.

Strange ecosystems are established at the top of it.

I guess I'm going to hoard the rain that falls in the winter, the thick leaves, and the cactus with sharp thorns and alpine plants, the raptors, the odd insects, lizards, snake-like - I can't even find pieces of civilization, it was just an island on land.

Weren't I in charge again? Rattegart felt that way.

Is it true that the mothers try to flavor frustration and encourage compromise in the distance by letting the mission empty against themselves who never find a partner?

I'm getting angry.

But Rattegart's frustration was also until he found the company.

At the top of Siddhara, flat as a table, where a very civilized being seemed to get in, it appeared neglected.

Huge stone temple.

It was also a company in which elaborate sculptures were dug in and assembled to such an extent that there was no clearance through the razor blade by high technology.

Although at any rate it had been eroded by weeds and lichens and then by spreading plants because it had not been cared for for for many years.

The design found it to be an abandoned temple, too, of earthspiders.

If Mothers were right, the "mad old doctors” tied their hands to a clan of earthspiders.

In that context, Rattegart was investigating that some of the facilities of the "mad old doctors” had been lost and that the earthspiders' gods had been robbed by something.

"Stealing God is a daring thing."

It may have been disrespectful, but if something had been put into practice, Rattegart would have liked to see it once.

As much as I follow my mothers' pressing selection criteria of immature hero candidates and so forth, I can even imagine that the greatest villain would be closer to a hero to steal a god.

Perhaps it was a temple to serve that God, Rattegart followed around and tried to find out even closer.

It was that moment.

Chile, and something touched Rattegart's perceptual field. Signs of war.

That's who serves the wrath of the world: it touched Rattegart's inquiry as a true knight.

It was a small squad of six.

They were undoubtedly earthspider warriors, distancing themselves well enough and moving smoothly between rocky skins as they let the bushes of thorn-covered plants move like shadows.

I see, and Rattegart nodded at the correctness of the thread he had handled - about the rumors of the Assassination Order around Mount Siddhara: Civili Sumeri and the "mad old Doctor”.

And I was impressed that it was quick.

Rattegart descended on the land earlier.

Yet, the opponent has steeped his squadron with a full combat posture, not just scouts.

I even think it's full of skill, judgment, and enemies.

However, apparently, they are acting as Rattegart has already broken into the temple.

The six are in pairs, aiming for an abandoned temple.

Well trained move.

However, it must be based on accurate information.

If you act on the assumption of wrong perceptions and assumptions, it is the battlefield that is instantly struck, no matter how elite.

How important to them is that temple.

Above all, the actions of the earthspiders to make sure their safety had blinded me to the columnar corridor where Rattegart had now descended.

This will make it easy to take the back of it.

Accident was a despicable act of morality, if strictly a true knight's doctrine of battle, but the opponent is six times as proud as this one, which is also a spitting bunch of pride of his fellow countrymen.

Rattegart concludes that questioning such a student about the concept of being square is something he can't help but question his sanity.

There's no reason to go through fanatics. Nor do I need any help.

As Rattegart predicted, the squadron is aiming for the temple.

A move as a sophisticated assassination group without waste.

But that high degree of control brings up the presence of a commanding man in reverse. It's a goal that should be finished first hand.

Rattegart's main weapon, the Holy Spear: "Svennir" exerts unparalleled strength in long-range combat.

It was a weapon for the maiden of a true knight who preferred a method of warfare that ran through the battlefield sky and ravaged (carved) the earth, capable of striking out a bird big enough to fit in his palms.

Rattegart set up a "Svennir" and picked a sniper point to move around.

Needlessly, the earthspider warriors are distracted forward. Not really, they don't turn their consciousness back.

The hunter has to be most afraid when he assumes he is on the hunting side (...).

Rattegart moved gently into the shadow of the pillar.

Once we made a blow, we immediately escaped over the sky and were going to shoot them dead.

But the defenseless back they showed was the trap.

It sounded like a running current.

And then the trap started.

When plants with sticky trimochi suddenly emerged from their feet, they stretched out and stopped Rattegart from sewing into the columns.

Though the screams were cut to death, the sound of columns of armor and columns, the sound of exhalation made by the air squeezed out of the compressed pulmonary core, was too much to draw the attention of the earthspiders, even though they were concentrating their consciousness forward.

The commander is half-baked and orders the three men who were approaching the temple to wait. Two warriors guarding the rear turned to Rattegart and unloaded their weapons.

Speaking of Rattegart, he gets his mouth and nose blocked by that trimmer, and he can't even breathe.

Two warriors approach as they guard their surroundings.

"Woman? No, a child?

"Feather pockets? The design of a true knight...... you say?

The warriors, who had completed their confirmation with few words, acted swiftly.

Attach your hand to the belly of the little sword and try to insert that cut through the armpits of Rattegart.

Stand with your heart pounding.

The anxiety element is definitely going to be eliminated quickly.

Rattegart rumbled into the muchacho, but in vain.

I try to decurse it on the counter spin, but it will be disabled all the time.

Originally installed abnormalities are difficult to curse.

That is because it has been worked out by the field and things beforehand, and the intensity varies greatly because it narrows down the thinking, the conditions and the scope at the preparatory stage from the immediacy of the inertia.

But if I did, I wouldn't be scared of the elite Rattegart "Spindle" of the True Knight.

The maker of this trap was the bearer of considerable power.

And I realized that this Trimochi - the alien who became "Strangler Vine" - was a trap for the earthspiders.

I mean, I jumped into the heart of the mushroom and its trap, too, to Manuke.

I was the one who assumed it was the hunting side.

It was a moment when the blade touched the armor and Rattegart was conscious of death.

Byo, and there was something running out of the temple.

It was a shadow.

That killed one earthspider avant-garde, instantly.

A penetrated short knife was through a gap in his ribs, definitely piercing his heart.

Grit, and don't forget to add twisting air.

The shadow used its earliest breath to catch the victim, then dived through.

The clothes worn from his head fell on the clap.

That revealed him.

The earthspider has a rare grey-brown skin owner - where witch clothes can be seen.

Beauty Daughter: It was Elma.

He hid himself in his clothes and hid himself.

If we could reproduce the last horizons of the man who served as avant-garde, we would have seen Elma emerge with thickness from the inside of his fluttering clothes from nowhere.

Elma scratches the other leg with a branch hook (brunch hook) that has the shape of a series of small sickles when she lets go of her prey without any training.

Big, and the bloodlust ripped. Pretty deep but not fatal.

No eyes on the rolling warrior, Elma turns to the third.

In the multi-on-one battle, Elma was fully aware that obsessing over killing her opponent was instead dangerous.

It's more important than that that you stay out of siege, that your enemies get a hand wound and slow down their movements.

Exactly a third slaughter with an interception system kicks off the branch hook.

The enemy was overwhelmingly victorious in his power.

And there was blood from Elma's hand.

But that, too, Elma assumes.

Try to dive through the chase... and run through.

When a man is followed and looks back and feels strange, the distance is already open.

A black mass of energy is produced that runs purple thunder on the third person's back.

Elma's Genius: Spider Drain crawled into the ground.

A black mass of energy is a spell that increases the mass while sucking up the opponent's precision and stops the enemy from sewing to the ground.

The blood that Elma shed was due to self-immolation.

That's what fed the catalyst the anomaly.

And Elma fleshed out to the commander.

Earthspider's unique weapon, bracketed with a string on the blade: throw the Fall Fallet.

The commander shoots it down calmly.

"Phew."

But even that was a feint.

It was meant to distract even a moment from Erma's tackle, which bore a blade that pruned both legs and was planted at ultra-low altitudes.

Elma's prospects will be decided.

A man's leg, once, kicked the ground. May you awaken something.

Don, and the shock came from below.

Elma was hit hard in the abdomen by it and vomited stomach fluids.

"You thought spells were your only skill?

Commander's man: Dajra said.

Ele knows this man. Assassination Church: Second place of Sibiri Shmeri.

Executives proud of their outstanding combat abilities have led the raid themselves.

It is a realistic manifestation of the character of a group called Sibiri Shmeri.

At his own feet during the short time the three avant-gardes were broken, the man was allowing a spell of the same kind that Elma had planted.

One day, the worm Elma used to capture the Princess of the Night Devil: The Grappler Worm, which lives in an environment similar to the golden worm.

It's a carnivorous worm that suddenly emerges from the ground, teasing and capturing its enemies with its six arms, and then preying on them. Dozens of these worms are trapped in phase space and stocked for subpoena.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"It's a waste. The power of Koitz strangles Cave Lizard, who is greater than himself. I'm not scared of a woman's strength. That's more familiar with Omae."

Dajra said as he circled around to the side of Elma, who was captured without alarm.

"There was no time to open the Summon Gate."

"The trap on one side of the perimeter - the route was used for this circuit. Even if you're good at spells, with your talent for controlling the battlefield, you're still no worse than two or three for Ele, Elma."

While Dajra said so, Dajra's direct guard lent a hand to one of the wounded and stopped the bleeding. Powerful Spell: "Spider Drain" was cursed by three people.

A man with a pierced chest was naturally but instantly killed.

Elma instantly became a snail surrounded by four.

Dajra ordered Rattegart to be captured.

I don't need to kill you any more than I captured my primary goal, Elma.

Living true knight maidens are worth a lot of use.

Use the couscous, Dajra said, and the earthspiders scowled.

Rattegart heard that in a situation that was still suffocating.

I found out how the scum works in the way the men do.

"Nevertheless, I didn't know you were going to kill one of us... what do you mean, Elmameim"

Saying, Dajra ordered the men to disarm Elma.

"Phew, don't touch me, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!

"Oh, I'm frightened - when I kill you. Because you're good at killing curses, Omae."

A man's hand dives into the back of the garment and takes away his weapon and curse precisely.

And whenever it is touched, Elma's flesh reacts as if it had been flushed with current.

The only thing I could do was push and kill a voice that was going to eat and leak my teeth all over me, completely pressed into the "Grappler Worm" where my hair was still like that, and dressed to be captured by the universe.

"I guess so, I can't stand it. Omae and her sisters have long been developed in" Jagri Jagra "in our building beam: Calcasas. The body of Omae says that we are all the Lord of Omae."

He casually stuck his finger in and searched his body.

"Are you out of stories? - But not now."

Dajra moved her pulled fingers to show them off all the time.

"You're a helpless body, Elma."

The humiliation stained my eyes bright red.

"We were worried about the Omaes who had gone mad about revenge and borrowed the" Jagri Jagra "from Calcasas. Were you able to avenge Izmagalum? No, I guess not. Thus, even though he arrived home, without a report, he finally pointed a blade at us - after all, was he taken in?"

Is that what you're saying when you can't forget a man?

"Omae were lying, deceiving us, Isma, to help us."

Elma screamed like crazy.

Ooh, Kowayakowa, and Dajra, once again, turned aside and showed him.

"I see... this needs to be re-educated. I'm totally poisoned. But you were right about Calcasas. - Hey, check the temple. Carefully."

Probably Ismagalum is there. Dajra points out.

"Stop it."

"Whoa, to Omae, this is it. You know what this scumbag looks like? Go to hell with the true knight maidens."

Dajra said as he wrapped the colorless clear liquid around a thin needle.

Elma felt a chill running on her spine. It's a horrible scum created by the "mad old doctors”. Both Elma and Ele knew with their own hands what fierceness it would wield.

Now is the only time, Elma thought.

Trump cards - it was time to use a curse that burned out super-high heat flames all around us.

Only Isma in the Temple should be able to help.

I didn't have time.

That Xuri takes away the Will.

I toy with my victims. Then everything will be too late.

Elma became aware to activate a curse that focused on her.

Maybe Elma's obsession was just about earning a few moments.

If you learn of the total annihilation of the advance party, make it the Patriarch of the Assassination Church. Earthspiders: The Bessarion Clan's Buildings - that is, Calcasas, the brother of Ele and Elma, should soon be turning to you for further assassinations.

I didn't know if Isma's condition had improved by then.

No, the odds are much higher that it isn't.

But still, now, we can't put Isma in his hands when he's depleted, Elma thought.

"So far, my lord."

For Isma, who stood up for herself and saved herself, let's bet on the possibilities.

Elma completely consolidated her resolve, evoked the Spindle, and Dajra noticed that it was already too late to stop...

It was then that Goooooooooo, and Hurricane (Guuuuu) blew from the temple.