Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Don't get lost, I guess I passed away"

"Celte enjoyed it. I was smiling."

On behalf of the Clan Brotherhood, I would like to thank you.

Deeply Elma bowed her head to Ratte, who asked what she could do.

Thank you, and.

"No, what... excused me for my naive demeanor. I wouldn't have been able to do this without accompaniment."

Thank you for saving me. Thanks.

Neither did Rattegart, because of his differences in habits, bow his head, but thanked Elma.

Elma lifts her lowered head slightly and smiles to show it.

Something like the madness that was always on the edge of my eyes was thin, and seemed to Rattegart as the original luscious maiden's face glanced.

"Still, that costume looks great on you."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

In frank praise, Ratte panics.

If there is a mixture of sarcasm, I can bite if I recieve it, but Elma's words are sincere. I get it.

To someone like that, thank God Ratte is weak.

And not just Kagura, but entertainment exposes each other's sexual roots.

We staged on the big stage together, so it's no trouble for my heart to get close.

If you go through the minds of dancers and players, this naturally doesn't have the hassle of going through "God."

It's called reason.

"Even if I barely hid the back side... again, the fabric was wet in sweat and sketchy and sticky."

Most of them heard voices from another direction.

It was Isma, crawling up the stone stage from the lower side, sending a licking gaze from the lower angle, the ornamental method of the justiced maiden, to Rattegart's limb.

This is seriously heavenly landscape. It was the moment Isma whined.

"Go to hell"

Rattegart slapped the kick into its face, and Izma made a noise and fell.

Probably being taken by sheep downstairs.

"But... I also think I can see Isma falling in love. Really... how sensual."

I thought the true knight maiden was made of steel to the point.

I dyed my cheeks in a variety of colors and felt Elma snuggly.

It is an example maiden preference.

"Well, the prayer of victory and the long-standing martial arts dance is something that should only be shown to the man who gave it all. It's inherently secondary, besides. The most respected of the true knights is still the skill of martial arts, and songs, instruments, and dances are a narrow-shouldered performance."

"And yet this skill isn't great?

"Wow, it was my secret... hobby. When I was a little girl, I was a little girl."

Pompous, says Rattegart, desperately hides his chest and legs and shrinks.

"A man of earthspiders falls in love with a woman of good dance. So we're all desperate from childhood to practice."

You don't have to be shy. Elma just smiles when she finds someone she likes.

"Maybe you have the talent to be as good as me or Sister Ele"

Rattegart can only be rounded up in Elma's praise-killing attack.

"Isma, what are you doing, come up quickly and bring the clothes and armor you keep!

Kick it off yourself. Rattegart rushes Isma.

And the leg sheep from downstairs glanced at his long neck, as he answered his voice.

He eats munchies, munchies, and stuff.

I don't know what the logic is, by the way, but the leg sheep (Moomoo) were found sleeping in the back of that crab-headed company and strained out.

It seems that earthspiders are exotic and exotic creatures that are not inherently associated with each other, and there are a lot of mysteries, but then, it's a total mystery of how they were hanging out with that company.

Anyway, if you think you're here. That's what it is.

The creature on the side of the bedtime speech, Isma's saying, is perhaps the truth.

The leg sheep can stand anywhere as long as the scaffolding seems to deflect the direction of gravity freely.

This mundane Hiraki also acts on riders.

I don't even get blood on my head.

It turns out that there are no hooves on the toes of the feet and they belong to something completely different creature than the so-called sheep.

The soft fingers can be grabbed even by thin branches.

On the saddle placed on its back, bleeding from its nose and looking up to heaven is Isma.

"Nevertheless, I can't believe you pierced your defensive abilities... as you did earlier... what kind of" whichever "is this?

To Elma, who speaks pure questions about the various paranormal phenomena posed by Rattegart's barefoot attacks, it was Isma, who brings a nosebleed.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Oh, no, that's why there is. Ahhh."

Rattegart turned bright red and nodded.

In other words, Isma claims that this bleeding of Isma and the destruction that caused it were not actually caused by the power of the kick.

"As it were, well, when I was dressed as a witch... yes, but"

"Ha, unload quickly. Yes!

Rattegart's actions, crouched in bright red, spoke eloquently in a way about the authenticity of things.

"Uh surprised. I thought I was gonna die. Too much heaven."

Isma was punched in the first voice of her return. Now by an armored Rattegart fist.

"Kiki, it's your eye illusion, it's paranoia, it's misidentification -!

"It's not good. Either way, it will take away your body and your heart."

Elma says white as she sips tea on the stone stage.

"Good, I won't admit it, you're such a do-it-yourself halench man!

"Well, I admit I'm unfamiliar with praise and I'm not immune to men, but isn't it too much to say I did? Have a nice cup of tea and calm down."

Even if you think so now, it's fate that is becoming more and more fascinated by Isma's profound charm. With an eye of objectivity, Elma's expression preaching her experience as a predecessor even gives her a smile of mercy.

"Wow, I'll never admit it!

"Let's just say that. Look, the tea is going to get cold. If you tame it, isn't true knight tea a bad idea? What is this?

"Oh, Elder Flower."

"Hmm, I'll make it a tea in the earthly world. Does it also have a drug effect?

"Take the toxin out of your body with diuresis and sweating. Then of poor quality epidemics - accompanied by high fever - it works well for the sick."

By letting the explanation rattegart, Elma is letting her calm down.

"Isma, too, hi. It's not a latte, but if you're just too fuzzy, you'll be worried."

"Ah, you guys"

Yeah, that's delicious. One sip of the received tea and Isma asks.

"Didn't you just... solve the pity of Celte and let it pass so fast?

"I hope so."

While sitting well behaved, Elma looks out for the hole in the corridor where Celte gave way, further down.

"Beyond this lies the cliffs of Tarantellano, the suspended bridge valley of Cantarella, in the waterholes of Tastuca, the affected mushroom forest. The descent route is restricted, and there are many great areas for ambushes."

Uh, and Isma gives her consent.

"I don't think that Cal is holding his hand like this."

"I'm definitely sending in gestures. You can't forgive me for betraying my brother. The people will be upset if they find out that Isma, who took Ibizas as his own, has returned. Your opinion will crack in two. Then again, the clans are separated - no, maybe into a war between themselves."

And the earthspiders are absolutely proud of their lineage.

I wouldn't be the exception myself. Elma narrowed her eyes as she thought of the strength of the old blood chain and bondage chain.

"Until either blood runs out, the war will not end. For once, if the blood of your fellow countrymen has been shed, retaliation succeeds in retaliation. That's the earthspider."

"Naturally, Cal comes to get my neck. I can't believe you're here. Think of the clan."

Isma said as she slapped Pishapi and her own neck.

It was Rattegart who gave the face that it was his first ear to interact with the two.

"Cal - Assassin's Church: Is Sibiri Shumeri's building beam Omae's brother, Elma?

Rattegart pinched his mouth, which was a snail left over from the story.

"Explain, didn't you? You did. But before that, we started fighting... I'm sorry. As I said, Sibiri Sumeri's building beam is my brother, Calcasas."

It was then that we finally realized that we had not explained the relationship between Elma and Sibiri Shumeri, and Isma, because of the verbal quarrel between the women that had actually begun, while saying that we would explain the child in that inn.

How about being stuck in the busy, but stuck in the shame?

Make sure you give it up to your discerner, and this one will move on.

"So, Elma, is Omae trying to set up (...) with his real brother"

To Rattegart's serious question, this one, too, was answered instantly by Elma.

"Yes, my sister, Elehimera, has been captured by them."

"Whether we destroy the Order or not, Ele is the only one who's going to help us."

We also tell Isma our own calculations, just in the face.

If we tried Rattegart, we understood that Izma was the usurper of the evil gods that Sibiri Shmeri, and the building beam: Calcasas and his lineage, the Betsalion clan, had continued to worship, and that it was only natural that Elma, as its accomplice, would be pursued and, conversely, that he was trying to sweep its home base from its roots.

Rattegart, who had the idea that all the filthy cults and other "mad old doctors” should be erased, did not even ask why.

Finally, there is also a verse in the family of foolish earthspiders that had such a solitude as to whether those who notice the mistake appeared.

Half of it, thanks to the disturbances we visited afterwards - but now that we are here, we have finally reached the reason why Isma and Elma are rushing ahead, the reason why we allowed Rattegart to go the same way.

"So you said you were in a hurry."

Suddenly, deep down, Rattegart showed a bowing earthspider-style apology.

"I'm sorry. Yet I went ahead, and was cursed, and wasted my time. I may have put a lot of work into that."

The true knight maidens have many bearers of a straight temperament.

Relentlessly harsh against injustice and corruption, but surprisingly honest when it comes to acknowledging that there was an injustice to itself.

Rattegart didn't leak into that example either, and his own demerit was a touche I couldn't help but apologize immediately.

"Um, there are some parts of the story that I couldn't cut out somehow. I don't think it's Ratte's fault at all."

"As I said before, it's also true that if you hadn't tried that curse, you wouldn't have figured out the solution."

The two earthspiders defend Ratte.

"Besides, don't you think it's hard to talk about your own shame?

Elma laughed with a small neck.

"Originally, the responsibility lies with me and my sister."

What do you mean, Rattegart sees Elma?

"Me and my sister -- you've already noticed, but my God:" Ibizus "was your witch. As a princess witch, she was raised as a treasure and cherished of the Betsallion clan. But I betrayed that God and his clan."

Betrayed? Rattegart even more questioned.

"Whatever your true knights claim," Ibizus "was indeed a cruel“ god ". Well, it was God who defeated the dragon or defended his family from his enemies, but at the price of that, let his biological daughters, chosen from his clan, go off as his own servants, and eventually devour them as the ultimate snails of his love."

It was Isma who took over after him.

"Again... evil god."

Rattegart snaps.

"Let's just say it's evil or not. True cruelty and cruelty, but he properly protected his clan and his followers from external enemies, and the child born of his daughter, dressed in the end of his affection, became quite capable of" spindling ". Maybe it wasn't a bad god that the birth rate became the clan of rattling earthspiders. In fact, neither Elma nor Ele would speak ill of Ibizas, would they?

But there was a man who tried to take away the god.

"That's me. In the process, I contacted the two princesses, hi. At first, you're going to fall for Ibizus, and you're going to be one of those things that you can do to get away with it."

But to be honest, I fell in love with you two. I was the one who fell.

Isma said, scratching Elma's head. Elma added as she narrowed her eyes like an inadvertently upbeat cat and deposited her head on Isma's lap.

"Isma said it from the beginning. I came to take God. Lend the two Omaes the" Hiragana ". That intelligent, unacceptable tone was beautiful."

"And Isma, you..."

"I took it. God. Ibizus."

"For what?

"Bigger irrationality - to the power to" do so "the world - to keep fighting its manifestations."

"Wherever I Do"? The manifestation? "

Lattegart asks in return.

To Rattegart, who tries to ask what it means, Izma could only return an ambiguous grin.

The curse of the One Who eats up Isma and the One Who Will.

"I'm sorry. Explained in detail, it drains so much - the flesh, the spirit, it hurts like it's shredded with a razor. That kind of curse is on me. If I do too much, he comes out again = (ibisas). The fact that this" Ibizus "body is still in shape is proof that I haven't recovered at all. Besides, Elma can't get Latte involved in this matter anyway. You're not on this side yet. It's something you shouldn't ask, and it shouldn't have anything to do with this case. I guess."

body up from Izma's knee, and Elma is sending a scorching gaze to Izma.

Isma did her hand on that hip, hugging it up and saying.

"As a result, I screwed up this Co's life. Still, I thought there was something I had to fulfill, and that's still the same. But it wasn't a good idea to imitate what would have been left out of it. Because of all the circumstances, but still, we should have taken him away. So I won't let you go most of the time. Have them come that far with you in hell. Same goes for Ele. That's why I have to."

Of course, if Elma and Ele want it, but...

Yes. Before Isma could finish, Elma took her lips.

I couldn't stop crying and wet my sleeves. Be happy and cry.

Rattegart doesn't know why my chest hurts.

I conclude, perhaps, that it was because of the heartbeat of two grievous determination.

"Now, well, this is why we're going for the home of Sibiri Sumeri, and that's why we're being targeted by them. I told you everything you could, didn't I?

Izma, who held Elma back, saw Rattegart.

Encouraged, Rattegart felt. You were right.

Further into each other's circumstances, it was necessary to reveal their motives.

Isma asks why the True Knights sent one of her to the land - at least two true knights who are known and learned to ride - and no more than four true knights throw down their power when targeting enemy strongholds.

Even if you cut me in the front, I'm sure Rattegart wouldn't have answered.

The mandate originally imposed on Rattegart had already been achieved at this point.

Rattegart's mission was to identify the home of the "mad old doctors", and Rattegart's solo actions were not rides, but scouts, which also did not envisage a power reconnaissance (...).

Power reconnaissance is a military term that means confirming enemy forces by actually engaging in combat.

In other words, "If you have identified the bases of the mad old doctors, avoid the battle as much as you can, and return home" is the mission entrusted to Rattegart.

The statement "sweeps away the Assassination Order of the Earthspiders and the" mad old doctors ”is nothing more than a claim by one Rattegart, if I may say so.

Personal thoughts and tasks are something else.

If we take back the information obtained from Isma and Elma and report it to the Expeditionary Army, the work imposed on Rattegart will be fully met.

Yet Rattegart had realized that he could not be at all, such as willing to turn back here.

Even Latte had a faint sense that this reconnaissance mission had always been the mother's concern for Rattegart, who could not keep a human hero in her eyes.

As he expands his vision and travels through the world at the same time, he seeks to find that candidate man of a hero and to relate him to admiration even if he does not.

However, Rattegart was not convinced by the treatment of a reconnaissance mission - a procession - that was removed from the ongoing large-scale operation, and that the riding was not well structured, nor was it obviously expected to be fruitful.

So as soon as I found the home of the "mad old doctors," I was going to go in there alone and eat this.

Isma's actions were therefore a ship to Rattegart.

However, when he turned to explain to Isma and Elma that it was up to him, Rattegart was set to face the phase of re-questioning motives.

Why am I taking a leap, trying to do more than the task imposed upon me?

“Crazy old doctors”. And the assassination denomination that ties in with it and tries to gain a convenient “God” for itself: Civili Sumeri - because these are unforgivable “evils”? Confronting that “evil” is natural as a true knight's maiden, because you can't think about missing this?

And it did, too.

But that wasn't all.

"I..."

I don't know how long I've been buried in my thoughts.

Rattegart began to talk to each other as he explored his mind.