Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Well, I guess I'll rendezvous with Elma first. We have to collect Svennir, too."

Isma stood up by proclaiming so. Keep Rattegart in your arms.

The light I was sending from the bottom of the water is weakening.

"Perhaps the sun leaned from a position in the deposits. I see, the lichens and mushrooms around here grew out of that light and the wind blowing through this great cavity, but how is this ground made? What's the nutrient?

"It was oddly warm ground. Is the sediment of lichens making it so, it's soft and"

Talking about that, the two of them even came back to the water hole in Tashtuka, the light source.

"This, while I'm at it, you jumped in a lot. It's a miracle you saved me."

"True knights were about to die in shameful ways that were told to their last generations, such as crash deaths. Thank you. My sincere thanks."

"I'll get plenty of thanks, though."

Rattegart blushes and shuts up to Isma's cut back, clinging and switching to a response.

In fact, Isma was right to point it out.

If the settling point is water, it is helpful, etc., you should honestly think of it as up to what height it is.

If it falls on an acceleration sufficiently, it remains the same whether it is steel or water surface.

Bones all over your body are scattered and die instantly - or depending on your weight, crushing awaits.

"If you hadn't come then, I wouldn't have done this."

Not you, you and Rattegart called Isma.

"I'll do anything. I wholeheartedly follow your request."

My you, I add.

Izma lit up more on Rattegart's straight gaze and turned away.

And at the end of his distracted gaze, he found a flying object reminiscent of a bird falling in stagnation as he twirled.

"Arr, what is it?

"You look like a bird broken in paper. The letters are written down. Common language:" Ephthal. "

"Sarasu is a true knight, you have good eyes."

"In aerial warfare, your eyes depend on you. You can change the resolution, the true knight."

Can we go? Izma stretched it by rolling the yarn out of her fingertips and onto the wind.

Like a spider boy's that grabs the wind with yarn. It grew and grew and eventually caught the bird.

"Okay, that's good."

Isma hands the yarn so that it does not fall to the surface of the water, and Rattegart reaches out and captures it.

"The Origami - Elma, isn't it? It's a message for us."

When I opened the broken piece of paper, a well-summarised course of action was written there.

To sum up, you have no doubt about the survival of the two.

That the leg-length sheep refused to descend vertically (that they wore out because they continued their unfamiliar serial faces for a long time).

Going through the woven cave with the sheep and aiming for the Tashtuka waterhole.

And, just in case, the approximate elapsed time from the two falls was noted there, which was how letters were automatically rewritten.

"Convenient ability."

"It's a technique to use paper fish sand. Elma is good at it. These guys, they look like letters, but they're pseudo-creatures made of curses."

"Bugs? Engacho!!"

Apparently, bugs don't care.

He hastily slammed the letter to Isma, and Rattegart turned to the truth.

"You've been eating a lot of time for two minutes (about four hours). I haven't even been able to rendezvous with Elma."

"How many leg sheep you're on, hundreds of merte minutes at a vertical distance, through a detour. It should take a lot of time. I don't think I'll get lost, but it's a route I can't go straight to this water hole... Yeah, there's a rough map over here, too. Erma, I like hand-wounding.

If you're picking me up from this side, I figured you'd go through this affected mushroom forest. "

They looked at each other and then saw the affected mushroom forest.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, and the roar of the wind sounded like some kind of roar, and the mushroom that grew to the size of a tree (Kanbo) swayed.

"What, are you still here?"

"I don't know if it matters... but as soon as the sun's light weakens, hey"

"Anyway, Holy Spear: Let's collect" Svennir ". If it's nearby, you'll find out soon enough."

Izma followed Rattegart's suggestion.

Rattegart plugs his hand into the water and flows trace amounts of "spindle" energy.

There was an immediate reaction.

"There is. I'm caught on the way."

Essentially, Focus, a paranormal product, is personalized to a specific user, who can feel it even if he leaves his hand.

It feels like a sign.

I want you to remember once when Ashle searched for the Dragon Spear: "Shivnir", which was lost in the battle at the Drifting Temple.

In other words, would it be easy to understand if you think that Focus is a secondary effect of building relationships with users?

If you borrow the words of the earthspiders, it becomes "edge."

Following Rattegart's instructions, Isma dived and successfully recovered in a stunning fourth challenge.

Well, let's do it.

That's what I'm talking about.

Rattegart made a difference to Izma's suggestion that he shook his whole body like a lion and sprinkled water.

"I will wait here. You go alone."

"Okay...... Eh, you can't possibly understand! Can't you?"

You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I walked around the perimeter of Rattegart, where Isma sat.

But I said that Rattegart looked lovingly at Isma like that.

"Behold, I have no Chiba left in my body. I can't even stand up satisfied on my own. There's not even a" chira "left in this arm to hold the spear."

"Hold me, you're going everywhere with this princess hug, aren't you?

"I'm so happy with the offer. But I say no... I'm sorry about the foot clumps."

Smile, Rattegart says.

"Think calmly, Isma. I don't know what difficulties await you on your way. No, I'll be sure to wait. Celte, Io, and Dajra... can you fight a monster like that with me in your arms? Not yet if you'll use it as a shield. But it's about you, you're gonna stand up and try to keep me from even scratching myself, right?

"Terrible. I'll use Latte as a shield, I promise."

"You don't know what you're talking about, idiot"

Pinching Izma's nose, desperately disputing, Rattegart said.

Then I held Isma's still raw head back.

My love is overflowing with pain in my chest.

Then I told him to tell me.

"Always, if you arrive scratching those threats, are you as exhausted as I am to rendezvous ahead of you, Elma? Means of recovery? Sort of. Energy replenishment in that Energy Drain? Isma, from you?

Heh heh. You must know best yourself that it's nearly impossible.

Is it too dangerous to connect the Energy Drain circuit directly to the flesh of Ibizus, an overwhelmingly superficial being?

Perhaps the flesh (body) of the (Ibizus) as a rough god will burn out every circuit as soon as the output is too large for Elma to connect his circuits?

That's why Dajra didn't target you either.

Even if he was stunned, Rattegart was discerning the essence with his observational eye as an excellent warrior.

"In other words, as soon as I joined Elma, the number of feet and hands increased in two. Can you defend Hilko and the Sibili Shmeri assassins?

And after that, can you save your beloved daughter, Ele?

"How's it going?"

I freed Isma from her chest, stared into her eyes and said.

Isma got stuck in words and tried to sue something with a gesture.

Rattegart understands what that zesty means. Surrender.

"Besides, maybe I'll go the wrong way. Because we don't know the route out of the woods at which point. And I don't know how long it's been in the woods. But what, is Elma going to be here? I finally got there, but nobody's here, and it's gonna work."

This is the end of the argument, Rattegart said.

"I spent at least two more minutes here safely. Relatively speaking, can we say that this is a safety-zone compared to the depths of the forest?

So I will stay here.

"Or will you eat it with one thought? Like the mercy I showed Io."

"Latte!"

Izma roughed up her voice at Rattegart's words, which she joked about.

I was angry. Seriously.

Rattegart laughs as he swings.

"What do I do, Izma? I like you for nothing."

Reaching out and demanding a hug, Rattegart said as a rumor.

"But that's why, as soon as possible, you go to Elma. You should be trembling with anxiety, just like me. No, I was alone after that thought. In the meantime, I'm struggling to survive a difficult journey by myself. I need your help, Elma."

Go now. And make sure you make the rendezvous... and come back.

"I'll wait until you pick me up"

Trust is not a test (sign) of positive behavior alone.

I dare to spontaneously mention or accept temporary abandonment, for example, yes.

Izma noticed Rattegart was trembling.

It's not sensual. Into pure terror.

"You can't... I... as soon as I fell in love, I became so weak. I'm afraid. I can't wait to be left behind by you, I'm afraid."

Just for a little while, huh? Isma held Rattegart, who said with a weeping laugh.

"Go. Plus, hug me hard."

As strong as a bone crunches, as a mole.

Izma responds to Rattegart's demands.

Strong hug. Exhale leaks from Rattegart's lips.

"What? Again?

"'Cause...' cause it's gonna have to be. Kusley or curse."

Nah, I see. Isma's twinkle was somewhat nuanced, but even that kind of mean feels loving, so I see love is blind.

"It's a good one, it's stuck."

Isma said as she hid Rattegart, who had no ankle standing, in the shadow of a mushroom.

"Speaking of which, I've been so detoxifying about Kusuri, and the curse and effect of Ibizus is temporarily in the power of Valkyrie's Pact, but I've succeeded in sealing it up, haven't I? No, because I'm overwhelmed with power?

I guess it's Isma around to say dull, mean.

And never before has Rattegart's face stained with shame.

"Liar, liar, liar"

"I don't know about Valkyrie's Pact, but isn't there a man who can keep his wife in pain for such a bad kusuri?

Well, I mean, is this reaction right now due to Ratte's natural sensitivity?

"What will happen next?"

Oh, and to Rattegart, who shuddered and trembled, Izma slid the armor of her arm to show off the ring-like parts.

"Really, this seems to fit into the princess who enslaved her. It's something you can locate when you want."

When Isma broke the ring with her right hand, and the next time she opened it, a spicy (shabby) golden anklet appeared there.

"I thought it was such a grotesque idea to deal with human possessions. The only exception is when we want each other so badly, so I didn't give it to Ele or Elma."

What do we do? Isma asked.

Rattegart shivers, covering his face with both hands.

I gently offered him my left leg after a while.

Own it, Isma understands.

"Well, you're coming. You shouldn't even come out here because I'm gonna keep my fake screen on, okay? He can see it from the inside, but he can't see it from the outside. It blocks the sound and smell, so you shouldn't be able to see through it."

Isma's face, saying so, was back to that of a man with no grasp like the usual floating (hiccup) clouds.

Rattegart wakes up half of his body and drops him off until he can't see it.

When Isma looked back only once, Rattegart still kept dropping me off.

And that was Rattegart's final appearance as a true knight maiden.