Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Latte, I'm away from you. As it were, Ibizus would come out. If it's to satisfy the hunger, he'll do anything. Especially not you. You're under a curse of love, and you're a true knight's maiden. You must come to a pact by force. Run."

Right now, I say run as Rattegart suggests, because Izma is dangerous.

"Where are you going to leave one of you? I have no idea the structure of this great cavity, and it's not just Celte and Io that's lost their nest here. Thinking you're not there would be stupid. Besides, there's hardly any more of my" chips "left. The Dajra guy treated me pretty rough. The next time you meet Hilko, there's no chance you'll win."

Isma laughed weakly at Rattegart's somewhere laugh-inclusive narrative.

"Here, where?

"I think it was probably Tashtuka's water hole that fell. Although I don't know the details. Right now, I think this is... the affected mushroom forest. Mushrooms as big as this idiot, and if not, I will no longer believe in all of the species called earthspiders"

"Why is it so bright?

It would also be a hundred million robberies for Isma to talk, creating a tone of relaxation.

"I don't know why, the bottom of the water is glowing. A strange sight."

"Uh, maybe there's a big deposit of urex stone somewhere. A stone that only passes light in certain directions… Simply put, the outside light is flowing into the bottom of the water through the tubes of that stone. Where there's a mineral vein like that, it's underground, but there's a place where the sun shines."

"So, in the lower realm, the next few nights have dawned since we set foot in this great cavity of Siddhara."

"You will. Maybe a second time?

I don't have time. Izma swallowed the word, Rattegart found out.

Dajra told me - Elma's sister: Ele is about to be lowered to the "mad old doctors” as part of a rape plot to capture Isma.

"Even if you want to recover your health, you don't have any food -. Shit, dude, it's on the saddle of a leg sheep."

"Can mushrooms in this bun be... edible?

"The poison that causes the symptoms of sickness - many of the poisons of earthspiders are made from these mushrooms. Some mess is delicious if it's just flavor, but I'll regret dying later. The flavorful ingredients are toxins."

"Not to death?

"I don't have time to regret it"

tickled, Rattegart laughed.

Knowing that even at this time, it doesn't change how well Izma's body is stained.

"Really, latte is cute when you laugh"

"Thank you. I'm so happy."

Izma turned away from Rattegart's reaction.

"Oh, my God, you're so rude."

"Dajra's yarrow gave me some bad kusley, didn't it?

"Yeah. Actually, yes. It's like drugs. It's gonna be crazy."

I guess the Rattegart story I joked about told Isma more clearly about the seriousness of things.

He opened his eyes with a slight face and swung up his half body.

There he lay his hands between his left and right open legs in a threadless manner, and there was a figure of Rattegart going in and out like a child.

Her skin was exhilarating and dyed in a variety of colors, and her thirsty, light purple hair sticking to her sweaty complexion was glossy.

"Ahem fucking Yarrow, I knew I was gonna hit you once!

"You think it's a scum to toy a woman"

"Probably the similarity of combat drugs... act on the pleasure center to iron amplify it. It is used to hold back fear, to dispel hesitation about killing, and unconscious suppression. Besides... secondary effects increase your libido unusually. There's the problem of childhood, and that's a lot of research in earthspider society."

"Such a study?

"I'll give you a discount for details"

Isma is not kidding.

He thinks of Rattegart.

"I mean, I'm pretty irrevocable right now, you know?

Rattegart smiled at Isma in a fragile manner.

"I want to detoxify it, but I can't even turn the spindle for that anymore"

"I don't know if I can detoxify a sheep's yarrow."

"Elma's depletion is too intense. If you hurry, Elma will fall out of the saddle."

Can't you? With that said, Rattegart leaned over to Isma, who fell again.

Suggest.

"There's no way. No, it's probably the only solution."

"No."

Immediately Isma affirmed.

"You don't have time, do you?

But Rattegart said, as he told Isma, who had turned his back on him.

"But no"

He told me that Isma's cold attitude, as she had done, was to understand what Rattegart's proposal meant.

They think it's important.

From Izma's attitude in trying to decide not to listen to the proposal itself, on the contrary, the clarity and latte have become enlightened.

Cucumber, and I felt the back of my chest become painful for a while.

"This lapse and division, and delay, is what my immaturity has invited. I want you to take responsibility."

"I don't think Soyu's is to blame, Kedney."

Izma increasingly tries to round her back and cut the story off.

"I'll think of something. Don't do that."

"Okay."

Rattegart waited thirty seconds.

"Have you thought about it?

"Oh, you're just thinking about it! That's why."

"Waste Gods: Even if you just hold down [Ibizus], you're going to wear it out, aren't you?

Please, turn around, Rattegart called on Izma.

I hated it so obviously that I could hear the phonetic tone of reluctance, but still Isma turned around.

"More than that, if time goes by, we get stuck in different places.

First of all, about Ele. Even now, a week's already passed, isn't it?

It's an organization where men like Dajra sit as deputies. I know what you're being treated like, even if you don't tell me. If you come there and the "mad old doctors” turn you in, you won't be able to take it back.

And I'm talking about Elma. I would be in a hurry to rendezvous as soon as possible.

But it's the same thing she's wearing out. If you come in there and these big cavity buckets hit you, you're done. That sheep is not going to be a force of war... they are too murky to be motivated. Oh, you laughed? Wouldn't you?

And about yourself - Ibizus. What happens if you continue to use Chira for containment and run out of it? Don't wake up? And?

He hath made me his own possession no more.

"I, who remain worn out, may be treated as an ingredient that satisfies the hunger in a frying phrase that has been toyed with and exhausted without the art of exchange."

You must be a gastronomer, right? What about the word "god"?

"There's nothing else?

Coming out of Izma's mouth, caught up, was almost the same word as dropping a white flag.

"Externally, I'm going to say that I've been caged. I must destroy myself, but I must destroy you. So until we snow this shame, we will not be allowed to die or go home."

…………

Slurvy coming out of Rattegart's mouth, Izma can't even look back and say things.

"What?

"... Awesome, heh (...) Reason"

"Until you returned your interest in the way of the earthspider. I don't know what you're talking about."

What do you think, something you studied? For some reason, Rattegart is good at it.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a hobbyist for annoying daughters."

Besides, I don't like the way you treat girls and their lives like things.

Isma says something special.

No, maybe that's the nature of this guy.

Latte can't stop her cheeks from barking.

Cute, I think.

I guess I don't know what that smile means.

Isma lines up her objections.

"It's more or less the flesh of Ibizus, and if you do that, the curse of petition will work in earnest, and they'll make you a real toy, won't they?

"You did it to Elma!

"What reasoning?! By and large, that's the only way to take responsibility, isn't it? That's how you did it because of me, right? She was with me until she died, crying and begging me."

"Aren't you Zului!

"Z, Z, Zului. No, that must be the wrong word to use, right?

But the more Izma tries to teach in truth, the more Rattegart wastes it like a child.

Frequent silence.

And finally, Rattegart utters a decisive word.

"I'm asking you to cage your hands, but... can't you pass it on?

said Rattegart with an angry face. Your face is so red that you can't watch it.

"Hey, you know what you're talking about? They're just freaking me out on the couscous! Danger is at stake. You're nuts, aren't you?

"Yes, it's going crazy, but that's not all because of the kusuri!

Before Kusuri, it was already crazy. Rattegart affirms.

A man can't fathom a woman with these belly brackets.

"I fell. In love. I've come to think of you as... sweet. I fell. I can't. I won't deceive you."

Isma jumped at the sudden change of circumstances.

Where I jumped up, Dong, and Latte cling.

Izma is crushed by its breast milk.

As Elma said, it's an irregular destructive force.

"Answer me... do you hate me?

"No, you know, that's not true, though?

"So will you like it?

"I like it if you say you like it or you don't like it, but you know what? I can't have my wife's belt or anything."

"Good, then, it's a contract."

"Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah?

Rattegart said with a wolfish Isma in his chest.

"Isma, I want you to break my hand. To Ibizus, not. A man named Izmagalum - a strange man, my hero."

Hiding Izma's face with his chest must have been Rattegart's illumination.

Isma's hand stopped, where she was concerned, and Rattegart cried, feeling strongly held back, as he did then when he fell down the canyon.

Why do you feel glad when you are supposed to lose all that shining stuff, all that should have been promised and held in your hands as a true knight maiden?

Mothers of Rattegart, who lived only inside the norm, did not tell us.

No, I couldn't tell you.

That this is love.