Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Seventh night: Salamander for breakfast

"After all, Latte's setup... I wanted to know for sure"

"Settings? What are settings? And then, stop putting it on."

"Bye, Latte ♡"

"Ha, ha, don't even float a heart. Disgusting."

I don't know. It's a non-nervous conversation, but if it's a conversation with Sleeping Man: Izma, in a mostly first-person latte, I see it might be something like this.

Assassination Church: The Princess of the Earthspider captured by Civili Shmeri's winged Calcasas: Ele was in distress by his witches.

Belly Heart: It was when Cal, informed of the destruction of the spirits by Dajra, was renewing his hatred and madness.

The three men, Isma, Elma and Ratte, lay themselves in their bedrooms to rest.

Where I dived into the mundane bedding that lays the floor directly on the floorboard, it is Isma who has been steaming the story back.

My voice was thrown from the other side of my body.

Maiden of the True Knight: Why Rattegart descended on this Mount Siddhara - a topic that was also first discussed during the meal.

In that interaction, Ratte only told me that his purpose lay in the annihilation of the cult: Civili Shmeri and the "mad old Doctor”.

Isma wanted to know more about her own identity = setting, but the true knight's maiden held her mouth.

Naturally, while Ratte does not seek to reveal who she is, Elma looks silently more alert.

However, it was not possible to pursue Latte in depth.

Without refusing, the three of them were to dive into their bunks.

Given the situation, we should have clarified each other's positions and thoughts and aimed for the lower echelons as soon as possible.

In other words, to the main management of Sibiri Sumeri on the lowest level.

Elma's sister in captivity: to rescue Ele.

But there was a line of reasons why I had to sleep.

Elma was the limit.

He collapsed to pass out as he finished his meal, dipped in boiling water and wiped his body with a hard squeezed cloth.

Maiden of the True Knight: Rattegart was the first to know then that the earthspider princess witch who had fought her tongue softly earlier: Elma had stomped on her temperament at a critical point in her health and mental strength.

A series and fierce battles on Catel Island, a seven-day interval while sheltering Isma, and a struggle against the assassins of earthspiders as much as they did earlier.

The body and mind were just as full of creation.

Isma would have shown equivalent or more wear and tear, but this one absorbed the lives of the three men for each of their existence during the earlier engagements, and had recovered even though it could not be said to be complete.

Only Rattegart was physically adequate.

And it is a latte who was watching Elma struggle.

As a true knight maiden, I could not ignore the weakening of a warrior who squeezed and fought through his power in support of pride.

True knight maidens who show a good attitude even if they are ruthless toward the unprovoked, the unprovoked, but on the other hand, they have a temperament that places more emphasis on the way of life than on prejudice toward the Fae.

In other words, how close to the absolute threshold of "heroic" determines their rating of the opponent.

In that sense, I guess Elma's struggle was to touch Ratte's harp line.

I'll fix the bedding mess and wipe the sweat off my forehead.

"Mostly shut up, Isma, we have sick people over here. Be quiet."

"'Cause I'm the only one, literally outside the mosquito net... samishina"

"You can, for example, bring a woman who is unconscious back and forth to the side of the beast. Poor thing, you were so drained... so mean."

"Which is the beast-- well, that's okay, right?

"What do you mean?

"No. Have a good night."

Confused by the response of Isma, who is not nervous when she says her compatriot daughter has fallen, and the unfamiliar intercultural bedding, and the situation where she is not sure if what separates her men and women is made of wood or paper, Ratte decided to just stab the nail.

I emphasize the conflict between this and the partition.

"I'm telling you, whatever it is, don't cross this line (...), because this is an absolute boundary."

"Okay, I'll never get over it until I have permission."

"The day won't come, forever, never!

"I hope so, hey"

Rattegart lay down on his bunk, even as he came katin 'at the way he said things caught in Isma's back teeth.

It's a snail that sleeps with Elma.

The room was warm even when the fire was burning, but the two of us were warm.

When Isma swept out the lights, the painful silence in her ears had engulfed Ratte with the darkness.

Speaking of which, Lattegart recalls.

When the true knight maidens are of some age, they begin to run a collective life.

A kind of boarding house (Gimnadium).

The older maidens take care of the younger maidens and teach them discipline as true knights and norms.

It is extremely rare for a true knight, who is also a child, to have blood connected sisters.

Sisters, sisters, and true knight maidens are generally called and learned in their relationship at Gimnadium, which serves as a base for collective life.

Such a fallen sister to their true knight maidens: Brunfroyde - fell in love with the king of man's Aram and died leaving a child at his end - once admired by the "mad old doctors”.

It was so called complete in character, in martial arts, in virtue, and even in its beauty that it was so called the Spica of purity… if this is the case, it was the ideal of the maidens who were in Gimnadium at the time.

Exactly, Huixing (Etoile).

I owe it to that human being to be so proud of me now. Latte thinks.

Back then, when I remembered her longing and anxiety, my luxurious body seemed so luxurious that Elma's going to break asleep trying to stick to her breasts right now, I couldn't wait to love her.

This girl: Elma has lived out of the shadows of a gloomy day without touching such a presence.

I must have been forced to have a terrible life.

That distorted me.

But this girl has something shining in her core.

Not knowing Elma's origins, Ratte takes the liberty of imagining its birth.

It was Brunfreude who helped herself that day, when she was about to be squashed in the complex, in a sign of her unrestrained back and grades and yet growing prominence as a woman. Latte recalls.

He talked to me while I put in the herbal tea.

I talked about the drug effect and asked Rattegart which one I liked.

I remember it bothered me a lot.

Kamitsu or Lavender, or Elder Flower. Each has different potency, and each has advantages in incense and taste. It was a difficult choice.

Anyway, all of that was brought up by Brunfroyde.

The man I admired said he would behave like a tea with herbs he had raised himself.

The girl, who was getting old, has no groaning chest either.

"Everything, it's great and... I can't choose. They're all great teas."

"Wouldn't that be okay," said that human to Rattegart, who answered.

Having a different personality - then pursuing the same ideals seems great to me.

That's fine with you. Just step forward. I felt like you said that.

However, I will not forget that Latte had a cup of tea and just talked about it so much that it made his heart very light.

Now Rattegart thinks that if I were to be like that human,

I think I need to lead my daughter, who has this obstinate heart but who fought proudly for her temperament.

This good or bad proprietary temperament is the common mentality to the true knight maidens, but of course Ratte is unconscious.

When I gently stroked Elma's head, she buried her face in her chest as she admired it.

Cute, and I've never thought of Ruttegart about Elma.

I think if I don't protect you,

In conclusion - half an hour later, Rattegart withdraws his foreword completely.

A very unwriteable maiden, then sensual screams tore the darkness apart.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, that's how Rattegart went into havoc.

"Which is it?

I heard too many dumb voices, and it was brighter on the other side of the line. Isma lit the fire.

"Hey, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what,"

"Uh, maybe, I don't know, unconscious, but I was wondering if you were setting up an Energy Drain to compensate for your falling health."

"Energy Drain"? Oh, my God, don't do it, don't chew it, don't even smoke it. Eh? "

"Ma, it's an out-of-the-way law = Energy Drain. Something elma, I wonder if Bad Status is developing. Confusion, confusion, sluts?

"Stop, stop, stop!!

"No, I don't want to do that, Desquedonnay. There's this absolute barrier. I can't get over it."

There's something like laughter in Isma's voice somewhere, and there's a verse that I enjoy the situation, but I don't notice Rattegart in distress.

"Give me permission, give me permission, stop and hurry up, or I will, me"

"I can see you."

"Yu, forgive, let go. Oh, no, Elma, there, really, no, please, let go"

"Your skin might get snug."

"No, don't touch me intentionally."

"What about force majeure?

"Come on, come on!

When Isma emerged from the other side of the conflict, she lay herself down on the two crumbs and took over Elma.

Leaving an idiotic whisper, "Hmm, a role to play," Isma disappeared once again to Rattegart, as promised, with little touch.

All that's left is one ratte breathing rough in messy clothes.

But this night's ordeal was and will be.

"Shouldn't you be eating latte too? This Albino Salamander"

I wonder how Rattegart would like to see a line of fluffy items grilled as a pepper fish (salamander) on the main part of breakfast, which also has an outstanding effect as an energizer.

Isma says this is the only one picked in nearby Zelig.

"After that, did you sleep?

Rattegart, who built a neighborhood beneath his eyes, asked while rubbing his eyes asleep.

"In that situation, can you sleep!

"Excuse me. Hey, Elma. Hey, you can't let me go. But I can't help it, you know, something unfortunate happened, and that's what that co seems to have been destroyed, right? Once it's on fire, it doesn't seem to fit easily anymore."

"Damn it, it's been all night, you know... they listen to the audio."

I'm the one who can't fit in! could not be said to have been Rattegart.

What the hell was the audio, there are different constraints and it is difficult to play.

Because recording and preservation and time retroactivity are high power, but also depend on the conditions of the medium (?).

I can't explain it in detail, but that's the thing.

"In the meantime, you've taken a break, you've recovered, and you need to rescue Sister Ele."

Lattegart's protest was also a breeze where it blows, something skinny Elma said in a sneer.

"Omae, do you remember what you did to me last night?

"I'm really sorry for the inconvenience."

From Elma, who aligns his fingers and looks deep down, what Rattegart feels is the winner's margin.

"Thanks to you, I, for this very reason"

Run-down latte says Yami though.

"I will take my seat off because I will. In the meantime, why don't you refresh yourself? I can't allow myself to work any longer than Isma, but I'm not willing to bind Isma to her freedom. It's a pleasure, isn't it?

It is triggered by the frightening defensive abilities of Tsuyapura's beautiful skin.

Saying off, with an early finished meal, Elma went to have a bowl.

Isma is burning in front of Rattegart, who opens and closes his lips like a carp launched ashore without two sentences succeeding.

"Don't worry about it, you yamoriotoko!!

"Over there, there!!

Rattegart slapped the grilled pepperfish on Isma's face.