Sanzen no Souru Supina

"You're not moving."

"You totally lost the stronghold."

"I'm here."

Currently, the Ismas lurk just before they descend the cliff, on the way up and down the T-shaped road, in a cave where they hide a company reminiscent of a small Taoist god.

Although he managed to wind up the chase, it was however difficult for Isma to descend through the scaffolding that collapsed while protecting Elma while holding Rattegart, who had the curse on him.

This is how I had to spend the crushing scaffolding and rock showers.

Physical distance is only a short distance away.

If we get to the bottom, there will be a continuation of the journey.

But Celte, or giant crab bucket, is forming on a boulder reminiscent of the stone stage set in its center: "Howl Cancer".

"Um, shit. You can't get out when you're in formation over there, this corridor?

"It was a breeze. I can't believe I ran into you in a place like this... even though you grew up so powerful."

I can't get my hands on it. Elma said.

Of course it means, without killing.

And even if you tried to assume killing, it wouldn't be easy.

In earlier engagements, Rattegart's attack - a flock of bright wings telling of death: a counterattack against the Sparklelight Wings - revealed it.

There's a reason Isma and Elma didn't aggressively attack.

It is a characteristic property for monsters bracketed and shaped by spells.

Particularly resentful, unfortunately elaborately shaped demons tend to amplify that sentiment the more they tap.

"You're probably going to accumulate the malice and hostility directed at you and turn it back into the same or more curse. A nasty attack is dangerous. The hard shell disperses the" spindle "energy, and... it's the wrong person."

"To grow that far, it's a huge amount of hassle eaten. It's just... I've been accumulating too much Nerd, and it doesn't seem weird to me whenever I can fly."

"Um, Isma, I think that's enough. Says thank you. It's time to put it down."

Rattegart broke into a conversation between Isma and Elma discussing how to relate to Celte's unusual bucket thing--Haul Cancer.

By the way, the maiden posture of being held by a sharp Isma, over thin silk, with her hands on her abdomen is a must-have for a sharp rise in heart rate.

The cheek-dyed, disgraceful latte, but it was the earthspider princess witch: Elma.

"You're not the judge of that. The earthspider curse is horrible, isn't it? My gut just works a little poorly, and my flesh is a lot affected. If I can't do it for a little while, it doesn't matter, which is the most dangerous thing. A few years from now, you might not be able to stand up anymore, right?

Isma? To Elma, who looks up from the bottom with a trusted cut face, Isma returns it with a crisp, crisp face.

"That's right, that's right. Hey, look, it's still cold around here. Hypothermia sucks because it leads to death."

"Oh, come on, don't stroke me, don't stroke me."

Rattegart trembles as Isma hugs him and strokes his abdomen.

After fleeing into this abandoned house, he was stripped of his armor with or without his presence.

Curses are not accepted with armor, unlike physical attacks.

That is not the case if it is a special "focus," but unfortunately there is no such resistance to Rattegart's.

It was far-fetched. Rattegart blames himself for that.

He was too familiar with the methods of warfare that held and ravaged his opponent's head, and he had a chronic heart.

They say they are evil gods and losers.

Somewhere in my mind, there was a "twist" that wanted to show off my excellence by lightly showcasing the God's wonders created by the earthspiders and the "mad old doctors”.

The way Isma and Elma avoided engaging and trying to know in the hands of their enemies was the right thing to do as a result.

I thought I could be overwhelmed with different attack abilities.

Unlike the two of them who fled without even shaking their sides, they fled with the thought of annihilating their enemies.

The curse involving his whole body slipped through his skin and bit him in the gut of Rattegart.

It's a shitty curse that causes dysfunction from the inside and leads to the death of a jitter and his opponent.

Isma's treatment was quick.

If this were on my own, I'm sure it wouldn't have helped.

Rattegart had been reminded of himself, hardly immune to this kind of entanglement, no matter what the battle was in front of him.

The rhythm of the "Spindle" is transmitted from the palm of the hand, which is placed on the abdomen over a piece of cloth.

I'm comfortable with my spine swinging and I bite my voice to death desperately, but my exhalation really leaks.

"It's only natural that the curse is comfortable."

That's what Elma says, but this is definitely not normal.

"Isma, please, let me rest."

"Slightly, the cure for this hand is a battle with time, isn't it? I'm in a hurry. Thank you for your help."

Saying to the capable weather, Izma relentlessly sends the "spindle" of the curse to Rattegart.

My cold guts are warm and my sweaty skin is fine.

Gently stroking his lower abdomen, and when he is stroked hard, Rattegart is caught up.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Rutte is about me, Rutte."

Isma doesn't miss hearing about her childhood cliche, which she has stuck to her mouth.

Don't snort, you idiot, and you would have slapped the iron fist in as you would have yelled usually.

But Lattegart was no longer left with that power.

I can't even accidentally mislead an embarrassing scumbag with my mouth.

Whenever Isma's palm passes, she feels stroked from the inside of her body in the same way.

Rough Gods: Rattegart realized that it had become so due to the favor of (Ibizus), and he was about to lose consciousness in despair rather than remembering his anger.

I feel treacherous guilt and fear for the comfort of not being able to hold it down.

I don't understand what happened to my body.

By the end of the curse, my breath had become constant.

The long, long finish never leaves.

"Daijibu?

"Kay, duel. As soon as this mission is complete, I will sign up for a duel with Omae."

"What's wrong??? Suddenly."

"Duh, what's the matter, are there any of these things? I'm telling you to remind me what Omae did!

"If it's okay after I help Ele, I'll take anything. I don't know, but it seems important."

But should we recover some more now? Izma strokes Rattegart's head, and the rattegart of the day is bright red and shrinking.

"May I, sir?

It was in Elma's voice that Rattegart returned to sanity.

First, let's put in place measures, Elma shook her finger.

"Howl Cancer." I mean, about Celte.

"Ugh, yeah."

Izma changed her posture to make me face Elma.

"I disagree with you when you destroy me."

Oh, it's not just from sympathy, Elma said, sealing the two objections in advance.

"Sympathy is a lie when it comes to pity, but I know a lot about the maneuvers of the" mad old Doctor. "What they call" God ”is the collection of" Negative ". They say there will be a" leap ”at the end of that build-up. I mean..."

"An explosive stuffed above the limit, adding more pressure there, to the frying sentence, throwing a spark, what happens,"

"Maybe that really fits the theory. But most beings can't stand the big explosion that happens then. I can't stand it."

With that said, Elma, who would be half unconscious, is loaded with dragonfly balls at hand (dumbo).

This beautiful craft made of vitreous is also a catalyst for spells.

"So, guys, normally I don't accept" twists "in that flesh more than I need to, and I can't. Instead, you should feel slight, want to let it down. Is this how you say it? Trying to impersonate someone unconsciously..."

Because that's something that easily replaces the words responsibility (...) and obligation (...)...

What Elma is trying to say, Ruttegart also seems to be blurry.

"If you read the current idea backwards, it sounds like“ God ”is impersonating" Nerd "."

Still moistened eyes at Elma, Rattegart on Izma's lap said.

"It's a bold and disrespectful statement."

"In order not to do so, it is our true knight's idea that great, it should also raise more than one hero and govern the world"

But I don't want to go through that claim right now.

Yes, it preceded it, and Rattegart also preceded it, removing the seeds of discord.

Elma nods too.

Scarlet witch's clothing on a pale brown skin. Gray silver hair is a painting original bound by water. A princess of cool beauty in the eye of a slice chief.

Grass shorts that can't even hide their leg lines. Embroidery accented with red little grass fruit. A princess knight whose sweat-seeping skin reminds her of biscudol.

Elma solidified in a witch's outfit and Rattegart with an unimaginably lustrous atmosphere from her usual battle outfit.

Those two faced each other and confirmed each other's intentions.

"But Serte, who has already worked out Nerd, is your compatriot just like the ball that Elma has at hand?

There was a dragonfly ball stacked so high that I had to say that it was no longer the limit no matter how I saw it.

"A circuit called the" Green Gate "- it doesn't just capture the" Nerd ". Isn't it a substitute for boosting your thirst for Nerd and, besides, accumulating it?

"It's an odd encounter. My opinion is the same."

As soon as Elma piled up the last one, everything could play, a sound was made and the dragonfly balls splashed.

"I think Celte is already loading this heavy burden to the limit."

"If you stimulate poorly, it could blow up," he said.

Kokuri, and Elma nodded at Rattegart's allegations.

"You know, I'm a good skinner for attacking that place."

"But without that, you wouldn't have figured it out"

My liver did get cold, but it wasn't a waste. You've served as a powerful reconnaissance.

Rattegart smiled at Elma, who subtly followed her like that.

"If so, I'll spare you the second time. When you get bad, you can be caught in the explosion of a cursed thought."

It was, needless to say, a declaration endorsing the measures of the praiser that Elma would offer more than this.

The world's rarest joint front of true knights and earthspiders, it was also a moment of foundation for the curse.

"Thank you."

"No more Serpentarius Venom. And healing."

Elma thanks Rattegart for his concession.

To be frank, Lattegart clouded his tea as he dyed his cheeks, I guess.

"Are you getting scared because you're about to get laid?

Elma added one thing to the way Rattegart dyes his cheeks, whether he was inspired by tea eyesight.

The world, where each other was breaking apart and the bonds were growing stronger in a good atmosphere, chilled and froze.

Oh, and Elma notices her own rudeness and shows the color of reflection.

In a hurry, bow your head gently.

That wasn't good.

Rattegart can be as aggressive as he wants to be with a malicious opponent, but he didn't have the same temperament to admit and apologize for his mistakes, and vice versa.

Rattegart was blocked from escaping.

Except if Elma could even take a fried leg, but if she takes a special victory attitude, she can't fight back.

Worst of all, the fact that Isma may have found out about the fact that he's going to be comfortable and sexy to the man who holds him back.

Wow, Latte struck Isma's abdomen in a row with an iron fist, like a small animal who raised her voice and dug a hole.

"No, not at all. It's a shame that it's going to get better, because it's going to get easier and easier and easier and easier as possible, as long as you can." ─ With that said quickly.

That's adorable at all, but the power was the destructive power of the bears.

Isma is rarely beaten by the iron fist of a maiden with unexpected and fearful destructive power.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

"Now you've erased your memory."

Now I feel safe. Rattegart twinkles and wipes the sweat off his forehead.

Indeed, it is a shiny skin that can be seen to have completely repelled the curse.

And I don't know what logic it is, but Isma's memory seems to have disappeared. Rough exhalation. I was breathing on my shoulder.

Rattegart turned to Elma.

"I'm sorry. Disturbed. Let's keep talking."

"Oh no... what am I gonna do... latte... it's cute"

Unexpectedly to a spilled twinkle, Rattegart saw Elma with a crying face.

I have to annotate it.

Even if Elma is somewhere broken and obstinate, her sexuality is a true maiden, a lover of cute things.

Amigurumi on stuffed animals, cursed dolls... Something may be wrong with her sexuality, but some of them include cute girls.

Rattegart, who should have been determined to live as a true knight maiden, a noble knight, who had been recognized as "cute" by such an elma, finally cried out.

When this happens, it's Elma who's going to be horny.

I'm going to stroke your head, okay?

"Um, my treat, do you hear me?

"Yeah...... kiku"

Like a child, Ratte returns it.

By that time, Isma, who had finally been tapped into oblivion space, had returned.

"What happened to you? Tell me what to do with Celte."

"Pathetic, Isma. Thank you for treating me, but I guess I exercised too much" spindle ". You're not in the mood either. I can't impress you with an imitation of caring for others beyond degrees."

The face of the steel virgin was removed immediately, Rattegart said.

"Uh? Is that it?

"That's it."

Most of them also matched Elma's back.

Well, the “pokapoka” of the innocent maiden confirmed the added effect of erasing a man's memory.

This would be a critical discovery to be left in the world description.

Even if the power of the bear is the same.

It was an incapacity, a miracle, to mention even if I broke a page.

But I don't have time for that right now, so I'll make a discount.

"So, it's dangerous to hit someone from the front, right?

"Yes, it is. So now, with a gentle hand, I wonder if I can quell his rough soul until we pass through the corridor."

Specifically, I was wondering if I could get him off the overly piled Nerd.

Elma said in a particularly winning manner.

"Because it was my function as a witch to comfort God's boredom"

Well, Isma nodded, albeit somewhat unambiguously.

He said it was once a spidery, princess witchy approach.

It was Rattegart who blinded him.

It's not a frontal breakthrough, so to some extent, I didn't think there would be any unexpected measures... but I didn't think so much.

It's not a way to defeat it, it comforts boredom, when.

"... with that... is that supposed to calm you down?

It's hard to believe if you can stop Howl Cancer from showing that crazy onslaught. Rattegart roars.

Whatever it is, it is the divine domain of the earthspider, albeit once, and the existence that Elma was at the apex of those witches.

I have nothing more to believe here than that my attacks didn't make sense.

"Besides, I don't think Celte ever swallowed the curse with grudge."

This Hall of Fame should not have been here.

Elma tells as she points to a small company, sitting behind a cave.

"Originally, Omotesando, the rest stop that was set up there - there are many places like this in this Siddhara. What we used to do as a test site was already on the back of the lower level..."

This used to be a way for people to come to Ibizus.

With pity for what was lost, Elma explained the origins.

"Of this small company… have you seen your true esteem?

What was there was a neutral facial idol standing on a pedestal with crabs.

"Making crabs crawl on the head of a baby was a lesson for any clan of earthspiders, wasn't it? Like crawling fast."

Besides, pedestalling crabs is a manifestation of my mind's desire to control “bad eating”. It is believed to be an idol (icon) as its specific focus.

It is the crabs' role to “wash” the bodies flowing out of the early water.

I see, in his mouth as a witch, Elma preaches what this company means.

"I'm sure Celte was hiding here a weaker compatriot of the same predicament thrown in as an experimental object. It must have been a short time ago, but I think it supported it spiritually and even in the interests of the world. As a pseudo-" god”. Of course, conscious of yourself as a mistress. "

If this company was meant to worship Celte, then this statue of God is the very faith he gathered.

Elma shrugged as she saw the statue of the god with her merciful eyes.

So I want to help you.

"No?

In that inquiry, Isma nods to Eagle Deep.

For some reason, once again, only Ratte, who has subsided on its knees, is Kyotong for not following the story, but the two earthspiders, experts in spells, proceed to the story once.

"Play kamikaze for it," you say?

"It's a rain-fed dance. The density of heaven, the opening, the honey of heaven, the fullness of the earth - it is not only death that crabs invite. Tide invites crabs, right?

"Turn the meaning, you're trying to quench my thirst. - It's not impossible. I see! I think we have a chance, Bok. But, Elma, you can't do that."

Rarely did Isma affirm.

"Why is that? Is it because Elma is no longer pure? Because you're disqualified as a witch and you're filthy?

No, and I shake Isma for the first time.

I'm not, I tell you.

"Elma, you're too emotional for Celte. Kagura can't do that. If you keep yourself neutral, you will be put into God. On the contrary, it imprisons my heart and eats me. Opening a circuit between“ God ”and" God "is a kamikaze dance. So the witch that guides it should not be imprisoned in a good vector"

"But then, what are you going to do? Who else has this dance?

That's it, Elma got angry.

No way, I groaned, and then I saw it.

Rattegart.

Correct, I also saw Isma.

Oh, what? Rattegart himself was the only one who had no idea.