Sanzen no Souru Supina

The Princess Witch: The Izma trap that was hidden inside Elma.

Exactly what should be called a poison cup.

Dajra, at once, tried to disconnect Elma.

But already the "puppet needle": "Cocklebiller" was working by the deadly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." To Elma's flesh, he was planting it... so?

"Great - you hung up on me, and I'm horrified. Thanks to Dajra, your sexual roots are rotten."

There was a dark grin in Elma's mouth.

"No way, no way, no way"

"Isma told our sisters that we could never do that to our precious princess witch? Fool. That's why - I don't think it's ever going to happen, and if it does, I can never say it. That's a trap.

Don't set traps in the shadows or in the aisles. It's what sets you up in the blind spot of your heart that demonstrates true value.

I'm the one who did it. [M]

Please, don't take everything from Elma, please.

Now all I loved while being deprived of all my freedom was… the pleasure of being clear and cruel "

Isma was turning the "spindle" on the saddle of the leg length sheep so as to corroborate Elma's words.

Dajra immediately pumps maximum output of "Spindle" energy into the "Grid Gate".

The "Puppet Needle" that rules the flesh and the "Greed Gate" that bit the flesh in the bone: "Parasites (Gouna)" and Dajra's native "Spindle Energy" synergy is a possible rationale if it surpasses Isma's.

That was once, after all, demonstrated by Isma herself in the battle on Katel Island.

Surprisingly, Isma's "puppet needle" didn't even seal it until she used Elma's and Io's "Hiragana".

There is a winning chance, Dajra stepped on.

Still, it was determined that if the effect of this "puppet needle" could be countered while the depth of dominance was relatively shallow, it would also be possible to escape.

Beat the energy for three into the circuit.

However, the Puppet Needle is not frightening.

On the contrary, I'm trying to get more jittery and depth.

"Unfortunately, you won't get away with it."

With a cool face, and also not feeling very motivated, Isma said as she dressed immediately after the fall.

"Oh, my God."

"Well, scratch your feet. For Io and Latte and Elma, you will not die the most miserable death."

If the pose did, it would have been a pretty heroic line, but it was a makeshift setup without heaven or earth.

Still, the women's breasts were tightened to the sharp that was put at the end of the phrase.

Though there was a difference between Io and Elma reddishing their cheeks and Rattegart deluded them with evil.

"Elma, you must be a little impatient. Because I'll help you in a minute."

"Absolutely, absolutely fine. Elma believes in Isma."

"And, hey, Ismagalum, if you hurt me like this, it's all over us."

"I guess so."

"Get out of the Puppet Needle right away, or I'll suck the Spindle out of you till these guys die."

"Why don't you try? And you're turning it at exactly the maximum output right now, right? Excuse me, sweat?

"You think that's a threat?

"'Cause, you know, if you run out of their help like that, you're gonna be alone, right? (Tyman) Are you willing to put up a fight? Me properly."

Finally, Isma said as she fixed her posture to a positive position.

Dajra stripped her blood-running eyes.

There are no words.

"You're good at war situation analysis. I wonder if he's guessing how much of a war difference I have. It's not enough, it's not enough. You can't beat me."

The invasion of the "puppet needle" will not stop while Isma says it in a slight tone.

No, I'm going to increase my speed and increase my dominance.

"What the hell? - They're getting more and more subdued. We have to get more Chihiro, right?

Isma shrugged her chin like a provocation.

That means you can take in Rattegart, rather, if you take it in? And it was a trick to encourage.

Dajra wasn't the only one who looked up to me.

of Rattegart at the time. That was dramatically high through the surprise.

- What are you doing? We haven't sealed the intake so far, have we? The only thing you can't do is separate. "

"You... don't care what happens to this woman"

"So, Dajra, the hatchet is too weak. Take it easy, take it in. Maybe if we take away the purity of the true knight's maiden? I can't believe I'm giving you so much power."

"Ismah, you, don't be so wise."

But even though he was so provoked, Dajra did not take in the suspended Rattegart.

No, I couldn't exactly take it away.

"They're not the ones who get screwed. It's you. Isn't it?

There was a rare and blatant malice on the edge of Isma's words.

Kuriku, and Rattegart felt a cold war running on his spine.

I thought I saw the nature of a man named Isma.

Hidden in that thin grin, the face of a king who can be ruthless everywhere to his enemies.

At the same time, there was sweet pain in the battle.

Elma and Io are dyeing their cheeks and provoking their eyes.

Ruthlessness, outrageousness - There is something about the enemy that makes both men and women attractive in earthspider society.

And as he was shot by that malice, Dajra was being attacked by tremors beyond his control by the Will.

Fear, is.

"I see, even the two of you. What can I get you? With that in mind, you're the only one who gets horrible when you take in a third person. It's easy to understand, you are. Is that how Sibiri Sumeri's deputy works?

Isma's analysis is light-hearted. There is probably no forgiveness.

Dajra speaks of intimidation.

"Seriously, let's do it."

"Oi, kid, Omae would also know if he was a man of earthspiders. There is no point in such watery intimidation. Omae is such a jerk. So when you realize you're really no match for your opponent, if you know you have the means to step on the enemy's mind with an act you can choose from, even if you're prepared to self-destruct. Then why wouldn't you? Let's do it, huh? Do it without hesitation!

Izma had a drink in loud voice.

Dajra's face, which devoured her teeth and peeled out her eyes, is stained black with anger.

If you spit out your anger, you can't do it, and you have to endure it.

Because Isma's allegations were so targeted, the inner grid had appeared in his expression, in his flesh.

"Can't you? I bet you are."

Then that's what I'll do.

Izma said away with ease like throwing garbage in a crumb (cradle).

"Hold on, hold on, hold on. - Deal, deal."

What, Isma said his face.

pulse, Dajra decided.

If I wanted to survive, I would have done anything.

As long as we survive and build up our strength, we have any chance of a rolling back (just about).

That's what I thought.

"I'll guide you inside Civili Sumeri. If you bring these guys back to the souvenir, Cal will be the" mad old doctor. "Leadership: Ida will be alarmed. So, so..."

"Sorry, I already did. uptake."

However, Izma's reaction to Dajra's sweet words was so gloomy that it was trembling.

I'm really sorry.

Unyielding Isma's smile was unbearable on her back, and the pain of hell struck Dajra.

Isma ruled Dajra via a "puppet needle" and forced Rattegart to take over.

At that moment, "Greed Gate": "Parasites (Gouna)" breaks capacity limits (over capacity) and starts a rampage.

Never go, third body intake.

Dajra swung around with a scream that didn't seem like anything in the world.

In an attempt to roll around, the soil of the curse on him did not fall, and he was to taste the skin with acid, the pain of being eroded to the bone, as if it were to be burned out.

The cursed mass that Io had accumulated in him punished Dajra.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

"I'm sorry, but my chest doesn't hurt. In your case, you deserve it."

Fluffy and Isma got off the leg sheep and helped Erma up.

It is on its cheeks, although it is unlikely from its earlier floating attitude.

Actually, it was a pretty tough rush.

"Isma ♡"

"All right, all right. I'm sorry, I let Elma cross a dangerous bridge to determine their abilities."

"Plenty of cuteness for your reward. Then, unconsciously, with Anjalome's fingers and tongue, the... wet."

Okay, okay, and I stroked Elma's head, and I gave her back a hug, and then Izma, lying down, watched Io constantly breathing.

The filth of the curse has fallen, and even the "Greed Gate" is cracking like a dry crustacean shell, dying.

He looked skinny all over his bones and skin.

My hair just falls out and my skin is sticking on my ribs.

The curse was a pathogen that infinitely afflicted itself, as well as the very energy that supported Io's existence.

"I don't see... so"

To Izma's gaze, Io pleaded.

She doesn't want the man she loves to look right at her.

At the very least, it's a prayer, wanting to keep a beautiful self in a man's heart.

Isma holds such an Io.

Oh, oh, and the tears that were supposed to have dried up fell off Io's orbit.

"I'm sorry. I can't keep you here. It's just that all I can do is -- as this flesh and blood -- take him."

"Pleasure, sir."

You must have fully understood what Isma was trying to say, Io replied.

Isma does that.

The remnants of Io disappeared to crumble lightly like a truncated shell.

"Now we're together till the end."

To Isma's words, Io's smile floated, somewhere sunny.

Whether the sushi is saved or not - there is nothing that the living can do but believe so.

Rattegart watched the whole thing as it led to the Holy Spear: (Svennir).

Although liberated, I can't stand.

It's because of the drugs that hit Dajra.

My whole body is cold but hot and my goosebumps don't fit.

Skin reacts to even the wind that blows.

All you can do is throw your legs out in the form of a knee breaking outward like a child and sit them out.

My knees are trembling and I can't stand up.

The depletion of "spindle energy" imposed on Dajra is too intense to exercise even the alien powers for detoxification.

The exhaling breath is hot.

No, that's not all.

Rather, another thing.

The movement of my mind was more of a problem.

If Izma's love for Io is shown, it hurts so her chest can be tightened - and she can't stop hissing.

Now, if Erma knew about this state anyway, it would seem that Isma didn't give a damn about Rattegart's feelings, and Isma would walk in a fluttering foothold.

He fought for me with his life. Though it wasn't just for me. Still.

Idiot, aren't you fluffy too?

I want to poison you so much, but I don't have a good word for it.

Meanwhile, Elma is watching over Dajra's stuffing and suffering while burning her eyes.

Because this is also a legitimate vengeance for her.

Turning away from it is tantamount to insulting previous battles.

Elma was undoubtedly the noble seed and princess of the earthspider.

"Uh-huh, stunning view."

Said when he saw Rattegart as Isma entered.

Why, this man can only put it that way.

Rattegart even remembers his anger.

And what the word is, Isma is kind enough to put on the stall she was putting together.

Fluffy touch, dreamy.

That should be it, too. Rattegart doesn't know, but this stall: "Percul" is knitted with the body hair of a leg sheep.

Ruttegart thinks it's cheap to be surrounded by peace of mind and Isma's body temperature that stays there.

"Good, looks like you're safe, a lot."

After all, it sucks, Rattegart said to Isma, who tries to lick Rattegart's entire body and observes, cursing the current situation, which doesn't make him kick or iron fist.

"Where have you been looking from?"

"Uh, this whole thing?

"Why didn't you come sooner?"

"It was a super express, wasn't it? And when I found out, Latte was about to be taken in, and I didn't know what to do. Elma bought me time and because she stood around as pseudo-bait for good"

And then, look, free fall?

Rattegart gets in trouble not knowing if he should be frightened or angry.

"You, Elma alone can't get tired of using it to feed me! Negotiating material? You can't get away with that! Cross a dangerous bridge even though you can't see the bottom of their abilities. Isn't it me and Elma who are on that balance!

"So I'm really shocked if you two get hurt."

"Treated me like a thing"

"That's after the language of negotiation, isn't it? Mostly," Puppet Needle ": I almost finished exploring their specs in" Cocklebiller, "and it turned out to be O'Rei, right?

"Silly thing, the woman's - purity is limited to one time! If I got scratched, what were you going to do!

"Take responsibility?

Because it's what Isma says with a true face, Rattegart can't block his open mouth.

"By the way, didn't they do something to you? You think it's weird? Elma does, but she really seems pretty tight."

Isma leaned over, and I knew it was about Rattegart, but Don, I pushed him away with both hands.

"Hey?

"Ugh, shut up, idiot. Oh, too close, don't touch me."

Rattegart is about to go crazy with the smell of the burning of clean charcoal emitted by Izma's "Spindle" from the stall he hugged to protect himself.

When I relax, I bury my face, and I'm going to smell it.

Hot as the center of your body swings.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I hate Isma's insensitivity, which I haven't noticed at all.

And yet, I'm so sweet that if I'm touched, I'm broken by my hand.

It's the couscous, it's the couscous.

It was the moment when Rattegart excused himself so heartily.

There was a noise.

Blowing up bitterness and resentment and flames...

Dajra was swallowed from the rock shelf, at the bottom of the suspended bridge valley of the burned Cantarella.

"It's over."

It was the moment when Elma saw it and looked back at Isma.

From the edge of the rock shelf facing the cliff, a key rope flew in, capturing Rattegart's legs as if they were creatures, and dragged them in as they were.

It was the work done by the obsession and resentment of a man named Dajra.

There is no way to resist Rattegart being pulled over a rock shelf while being invaded by drugs.

Holy Spear: Grabbing the "Svennir", he falls to the bottom of the valley without the skill of doing so, into the prints of darkness with his mouth open.

Too much wear and tear to use Wing of Odette.

Isma reacted instantly, but a great deal of fatigue was blunting the movement.

The distance between the two hands cannot be reduced.

Izma slipped from her head into the rock shelf and reached out to her full as she braked her body.

But Rattegart spills from its fingertips.

And the end of the rock shelf on Isma was missing, along with the sound of it on.

As for the snow shelter (Sepi), which stuck out on the ridge of Snow Mountain.

The two fall.