Sanzen no Souru Supina

A wind blowing down hits the canyon wall and makes me cry.

"What do you do when you climb this hill?"

"This is the divine realm of earthspiders. It contains a warning that those who cannot climb this cliff will not be eligible to reach the Ibizus company."

The valley of Tarantellano depicted a terrible overhang through the vertical.

It always goes down so that it slips between the approaching walls from left to right.

Isma straddles the leg sheep, and Elma is held in his arms.

Only Rattegart uses Wings of Odette to descend.

But the wind stirred me up and I struggled.

"Don't get cold."

"This one is soggy ♡"

Erma picked up Rattegart's crush without pulling it off and said it back.

Thread has been passed between us for some time now. The transmission of voices mediated by yarns knitted with light, with much more precision, the toys made by the children of earthspiders through strings between the tubes of the sacchariae. Genius: Voice Connect.

You can amplify a tiny crush and only deliver it to your opponent.

It is a heterogeneous, knitted yarn, so it does not get flushed into the wind, and it can range in length from hundreds of meters to a few kitrels depending on the skill of the capable.

Elma was wary that the conversation would flow into the wind of the blowdown.

"Please don't hesitate, I would have liked to have been here. Take off your armor, of course."

"politely decline"

"Oh, me, even women are good for you, right? At night, I found the warmth of my skin with my sister."

"Hey, what?

"Oh, that's a joke. It's true what happened."

"I'd rather you two don't get carried away at all."

"Nobody's asking for your opinion!

It was really Rattegart that Elma was just a little envious of. A little, just a little, excuse me.

The wool of the leg-length sheep that was made to touch the attempt was fuzzy, with a cute haystack incense.

Dream comfort is something I used to say. It was shameless softness in its description.

However, it was the extreme of hatred that the two earthspiders saw the maiden expression at that time.

But even as he flew the joke, Isma and Elma were unnecessarily glaring at the enemy's surroundings. It tied it to Meclagmo, who summoned it as an application of Voice Connect, and let it go around.

It's a spider move that uses the spider's sharp vibration perception abilities as ours.

"Isma."

"He's here, I knew it. I didn't really think I could make it through, but hey, hey, hey, it's just useless to count. A lot."

"Again, Brother Cal's gesture?

"If Civili Sumeri's hiding is to this extent, I'm sorry, but you should wash your feet from the assassination business. Hiding doesn't even make footsteps disappear. Then it's second-rate in this industry. Of course, it's not that level of practice, is it? I used to be so amateur when I confronted you."

So this is a different force. Izma was very conclusive.

"After all, Isma is amazing ♡"

"Not so much? Hehe? From the sound of a woman bathing, enough to rebuild footage in her brain?

Like this, Pippin, what? Rattegart takes the confirmation, remembering a mild headache on a line he's not sure if Isma's humble or proud or self-inflicted.

"So... the inhabitants of this great cavity of Siddhara? Naturally, there is little hope of being a negotiating opponent. Given the example of Celte just now."

"The cliffs of Tarantellano will soon reach Cantarella's Suspended Bridge Valley. Looks like there's a bunch of people nesting around there."

With her head dancing in a strong breeze, Elma talks about the cliffs of Tarantella, their origins.

"The cliffs of Tarantellano are also known as the cliffs of celebration. As long as the wind always blows down delivers the voice of God, no prayer comes from the bottom - if you want God to hear it and accomplish it, even the daughters of the Witch Candidate, you have to accomplish this difficult climb - that's where it was."

"A place of trial, you mean"

"It's just a clean trial, isn't it?

True, I think Rattegart is.

Even for a true knight maiden, it is difficult to determine the true ability of a person.

Personal feelings work no matter how conscious they become.

But nature doesn't taste like that.

"It's just hard to imagine that the people who are nesting ahead of us couldn't climb this cliff (...)."

Isma said.

"Assuming they became experimental material for the purpose of becoming“ God ”? And when I analyze the information that my ears capture, I stand on a cliff with two legs. The sound of the outfit and silk rub. Ah? Shit, it also sounds rhythmic and, heck, rubbing. And then, yum yum yum ♡"

"Tayu?"

"Big titty sound"

"Elma, what do you think"

Feeling desperate for Isma, who was analyzing it with a very serious face, Rattegart asked.

"There is no loss of" God ”who was making this neighborhood a territory. Shall we call this“ Hilco ”? I think so. Maybe Celte was holding up the upper layer and couldn't get it up. It's a really inconvenient place around here for a reason to stay."

It was the moment Elma nearly said so.

Isma cut the thread of Voice Connect with a swing of her arm, leaving a bottle connecting Elma and Rattegart.

Before Elma asked what it was, it became a vibration crawling through the walls and hit a line.

It looked like a pure white wavehead enclosing countless sources of light that glowed red.

The farce of bothering, eventually becomes a grunt of bothering, and when you realize it, it covers your feet and runs through them.

Covering his mouth accidentally, Rattegart killed the groan.

Inability - it was also a curse, its flock. The same series of, but mind-eroding curses as the Serpentarius Venom.

Heart-eating Genius: Colorless Psychoacids.

It's a curse nestled in the back of the victim's brain that sweeps the target with phantom sensations and sounds.

Destroy the equilibrium of the spirit by continuing to make you listen to the feeling of being crawled around your whole body by countless bugs and the sounds of the arthropod joints they can stand.

Perhaps a combination of Voice Connect and Meclagmo, or similar methods, is a counterproductive way to deal with enemy actions that make enemies defensive.

This curse will be poured directly from the earlobes at the speed of sound through Voice Connect if you are clearing your ears with the intention of exploring their actions without knowing anything.

In fact, if Isma hadn't dealt with it instantaneously, everyone would have been the bait for this curse.

Regardless of Isma's use of the flesh of "Ibizus", which boasts a strong resistance to the curse, it is not clear what will happen to Elma, and Rattegart, who controls an unstable posture in the air, during the period leading up to the curse.

Stereoscopic aerial manoeuvre, or three-dimensional and spatial combat, is not as simple as saying.

Its taste and control are very delicate, trying to get help from an alien.

The qualities provided for in the Triple Regulation are themselves very different from the ends between mankind and true knights.

If you don't train in addition to your qualities, even heaven and earth go wrong.

If you have wings, you can fly freely. It's not that simple.

It would be obvious what would happen if that important feeling were disturbed in this situation.

crash on this occasion. That means death.

The very fact that the damage could have been completely stopped was close to a miracle.

The only thing was that the hair on the leg sheep that had legs on the wall was bothered, and it turned upside down, but that was it.

"Uh, mental attacks, they don't work on this guy at all."

He said, "Oh, my God."

Is it to cool down, the leg sheep began to mow the thumping that rebelled in his mouth? The upside-down hair gradually calms down.

"He's ahead of us... he's not trying to hide himself, but he's dangerous."

"Or do you not feel the need to hide?

It was between Isma finishing it or not.

Something white stood on the wall away.

It's just about the size of a human.

At first, it looked like an illusion of the eye.

Because he showed up so obsessively.

Eventually, however, it can no longer be deluded as an illusion when it adds to its appearance with two bodies.

It was a kind of compelling attraction.

Each had a very similar, beautiful female figure.

But its body was covered not by clothes but by pure white soft hair (spilled) and a covering that made it feel soggy and fat, and its covering was dripping at its feet like a gown.

The characteristic is that everyone involved had a golden hair decoration reminiscent of the tentacles of giant moths such as Oomizuao.

And the desire was glowing like fire in those red ball-like eyes.

"Something tells me they have a special gaze..."

"Perhaps... the witch's squire... was our sidekick once."

"It's a long way from here."

Rattegart said without alarm.

From her point of view, those white women fall in the direction of gravity, that is, on the original ground side.

It's a strange feeling characteristic of three-dimensional combat.

"Twelve for one princess witch. One length binds it. Chief of Staff to pair with just about Celte: Iolanca"

"Do you want to clean it up?

Still weighing himself down, Rattegart asked.

There is also the case of Celte. I have just learned that obnoxious pre-emptive attacks on earthspider opponents who specialize in curses are dangerous.

"Maybe I'll ask you to do it."

But the response back from Elma was far more direct than Rattegart had expected.

"That's a belligerent opinion."

"Iolanca-Io must have a strong grudge against us."

To me and Sister Ele. Elma reworded.

"When the two princess witches came into contact with the intruder and were questioned about the consequent loss of God, all the servants at the time were dropped in a toy box."

"Toy Box (Toy Box)?

Lattegart asked in return.

That's what my brothers called the labs of the mad old doctors. Disgust and disdain - including what we have to live up to. Then, from an instinctive fear that can't be wiped away "

"Io? Io, of those big tits? Seems like a tough eye for a stuffed hair, but actually cute to laugh at?

"Isma... did you have any knowledge?

It's my first ear, and Elma was surprised.

"Yeah... I just... rubbed my milk"

I remember feeling, and searching and matching my milk dew (Nyuro) database.

Perhaps, in doing so, the reaction caused by the flesh, i.e. the movement of the fingers, was the starting key for this purpose, while at the same time reproducing size, design, hardness, etc.

It has a variety of allergic specifications.

"Isma, Hidoyi, they're getting their hands on me everywhere."

But that's the beautiful part. Where it should be disgusted femininely, but to Elma's wandering smile, Rattegart loses his clues, not even his footsteps or his claims.

"Hello, can I have Elma's, please? Like this, is it true that when you rub it on someone you love, it gets bigger?

"Hmm, you need a long period of careful experimentation, it's"

"Well, I'd love for you to be that experimental bench."

Rattegart finally couldn't understand how these two could let their thoughts go in that direction on this pressing occasion.

Or is this a way to see how they get out?

And while Isma and Elma exchanged the missing interactions between them, their white daughters - the “Hilkos” - disappeared with one, two, as they did when they came, and finally no one was there.

"Yes?"

"What does that mean?

"I was stunned. I know."

To Rattegart's point. But the two earthspiders didn't even snap.

"Isn't this a peaceful solution?

What is Izma.

"Win without fighting. This will be the end of the law."

When Rattegart's headache began to become authentic, there was always something to walk out of the darkness downstairs.

It was a beautiful woman with a luscious atmosphere in the harshness who appeared wearing a turtle hat and flipping her long epidermis like a gown.

"Long time no see. My God: Ibizus. And, princess, Isma."

A little further away from Isma and Elma, the beauty offered to show her the book. The word "Bong" is written in picturesque earthspider letters.

And waiting for the permission of the opponent on his knees outside of the midst of his weapon is what sees the opponent as top even in earthspider etiquette.

"Io, if, Iolanka kaya"

The manipulation and gradually, my heart would have been restored in a time when I was a princess as it were, Elma said, becoming a wordsmith in the shrine.

"Yes, Princess."

"Show me your face. Show me your face."

Io, who kept his face down, hesitated but raised his face according to Elma's words.

A nostalgic face was there.

It was from Iolanka, who was Elma's chief of staff, although the characteristics of the anomaly were strong, but his face was no doubt.

"Nostalgia."

"I miss you"

"What are you doing? Near."

"Now, sweeten to your words"

Kneeling down, he proceeded to his knees without sound, and Io offered the sentence to Elma.

"What's this?

"I would like to invite you all to our restaurant. Of course, you are a customer."

The letter, drawn in masterful letters, contained a slight orchid incense.

It does state that they want to invite Elma, Isma, and guests.

"Don't you resent me?"

Elma said as she folded the sentence into her pocket.

"resent?"

"It was because of the selfishness of my sisters who made you look like that?

"Likewise, if Io knew that the princess had suffered,"

Originally, it was my clan's responsibility to bring our peace to bear on your two luxurious shoulders. Io says, almost healthy.

"Io"

"Princess."

A former subordinate called each other. There's a fake smile on that cheek. Even tears, there are.

"I did accept the invitation."

Let's just say it's with your companion. Elma nodded and said.

"Pleasure, princess."

"Let's talk about the accumulation then"

"Yes."

Letting the joy seep into his voice, Io disappeared into the darkness to melt as he retreated.

"I'm sorry I took the liberty of talking to you."

Pepper, and Elma bowed her head.

"And this is the kind of noble blood that can't be drained? What's a saga? It behaves. I'm going to behave."

"You were so true that you were a princess... you were overwhelmed"

"Is that... complimenting you?

"Thanks to you, I was able to evade the fight. It was a big deal."

Praised by letting go, Elma jumped into Rattegart in what an easygoing way as she slipped out of Isma's arms, dancing a flying universe just right.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Elma, if you fall, you're dead!

"Maiden wings of true knights, there's no way they're that lousy"

Like being twisted by a big cat, Rattegart can't even get Elma out of the way and spins as he twirls in the air.

"Come on, Izma, stop, Elma."

"Mm-hmm. Isn't that Yi? Me too. Look at both of them. Eye Blessing Eye Blessing ♡"

Saying in energetic weather conditions, Izma sees the bottom of darkness.

Ahead of Io's departure, he was beginning to see a blurry, glowing band.