Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was in a tabernacle strewn in Central America on a river of flowing gold coins, on a castle fortress disintegrated by Izma's Genius: Termination Fall, which converted his former castle into a mass weapon, or castle hammer.

Assassination Church: Civili Shmeri's winged calcasas sneak in from where “mad old Doctor": Exchange words with Ida.

Of course, keep Rattegart playing the song with that arm.

I don't know, how's it going?

"I shrug my whole body to be ripped off. It hurts like it blows up. Did you say Rattegart? I wouldn't have been able to stand it without this girl's protection."

"After the treatment, it remained unadjusted. I'm impressed you could just stand there. But Ida was impressed by Mr. Omae. That was quite a mouthful. I bought my time well. I cut it back with a little drive. I knew Mr. Omae was a good boy."

"Extra flattery is fine. Make adjustments."

"Aye. In the meantime, I hope you're squashing that co into an analgesic."

I know it's meant to be a very mild joke, but Ida laughed in a way that seemed transparent to her spirituality underestimating her dignity there.

This is the camp of Cal, a formation built on a crumbling castle fortress.

The brightly colored tents stretched around Cal, who sat back in the fortress and lowered his hips as if clawing and singing Rattegart as if he loved the instruments of immigration.

It is a temporary residence until the showdown.

Meanwhile, the same applies to Isma's side staring at the castle fortress.

No, Cal and Isma are “gods” to the people of Betsallion, who will soon serve themselves at the dawn when one of them wins.

I guess it's a psychology to honor beforehand if you try to be a folk and you're going to follow as a ruler on any settlement.

Let's call it awe or dependence another story.

When Isma had laid down this battle with the crowned festival, and had intertwined the people, Calcasas twisted the measure back by swallowing the conditions that had been slammed in the face.

And I earned time to adjust my flesh: Gursha Eela, which was reborn by the "mad old doctors".

If Isma had ignored the suggestion and turned to attack like that, Cal would have had no winning eye.

Isma's march was only slightly faster than Cal's thought.

With at least a few more minutes to adjust, Cal ordered an awakening.

To predict this, we forbade the use of anaesthesia that interrupted consciousness.

Because of this, he stayed sane, and was chopped up by the buckets, his hands plugged into his own organs (which were annoyed), and he was to experience a whole lot of stitching up with different parts.

Thanks to this, however, we were only able to prevent an army abandoned in the absence of a leader from falling with little resistance.

According to Ida's report, Dajra lost her life after failing her mission.

But eventually, Cal thinks he was the one who had to end it.

Cal was discerning that his past ambitions were smoking inside Dajra's chest.

And I've kept using it knowing it was poison.

Most importantly, the insistence of the mausoleum on Ele and Elma is attributed to the fact that we have come to the determination that we must kill.

And there dwelt at the bottom of Cal's icy eyes the anger of the Fire against Dajra, which humiliated his sisters.

I flexed my anger at the same time as I ordered myself to live in a twisted toddler with my qualities as a great king.

That was the man Calcasas, the quality of darkness he held, and the root of his demonic and human intoxicating charm (charisma).

However, the timing of Dajra disappearing from the board was one hand faster than Cal thought.

As a line of defense to hold Isma back, I'm glad I worked another one.

I was hoping to accompany him on the road with one or two of his arms, even if I had to.

Yet, when he noticed, Isma gently retreated from this and was approaching Cal's throat.

Cal, who interrupted the treatment with emergency measures, was struck by a stuffy pain every time he tried to move his body.

Even if the tissue is still not firmly attached and the outside appears to be solidified, the inside is stiffened with energy just before the eruption, Ida said.

If it sticks at all, the unsolicited contents will spill out, he said.

And the measures Ida took to take emergency action were the way to stop Rattegart from sewing alive.

"Instead, I've only been able to material a true knight maiden once. I don't know what happened. - Yes, Brunfreude. - He was a cute Co. He wants to give a child between everything and a human man, and he's relied on the Idas. Unfortunately, like this one, it was“ used ”.

However, it was a very interesting study of whether it was possible to mate and conceive people of different races. On the way, the other guy cuts in. No, no, so, even though I say I'll keep my word. When the due date arrived, I promised to repack it properly. I'll keep my word, because it's important. "

So, what is it, Ida said?

Whatever, Cal told me to hurry.

Yeah, that's it, Ida reminded me of the main point.

"At that time, we also proceeded to study the special traits that only true knight maidens possess. By offering purity, we give the target audience an" Hiragana "of activation (two), bringing out their potential = the so-called" Valkyrie's Pact ". Somehow, I was wondering if we could convert this into something universal. I mean, can't I be given that favor without choosing someone, huh?

Cal threw a frustrating gaze as he immersed himself in a bed reminiscent of amniotic fluid.

In conclusion, hurry.

"So, you get it? Secrets."

"I didn't know. To conclude, yes. However, it was understandable in what process it would be given. It's" will "in the end. It's a system that recognizes the other person as the Lord (...) with the result of choosing the other person in its own" will ". Mind and meat?

Well, in other words, we concluded that it was not possible to make it universal and disseminate it.

Ida scratches her nose.

Cal's frustration is on the verge of explosion.

I can't feel any sincerity from Ida's tricks, who waves her arms so that she can take a look at it, or so-so.

"Well, listen to me till the end. I was just wondering if it would be cheating. This is, Cal, the wisdom with which you guys started dating earthspiders.

Now, why don't you mistake the other person you're accepting for someone who gave you that favor along with purity? Like a couscous that erases the antibody reactions we use when we connect heterogeneous life to each other… specifically by showing "Dreams" to make it possible. "

"There's plenty for you. If you can, take care of it immediately."

I smiled and showed Cal that Ida was an informed outlet.

With that nauseating grin.

It's Rattegart as a living instrument that sings while being forced by Cal, with its fruits now.

She feels Cal as Isma.

Doubtfully, fearfully - thinly, frightened that this might be a "dream".

Will the Will to make sure of it reflect in the flesh, the heat of that flesh desperately seeking something calm and loving?

Ida's prospects yielded more than a certain amount of results and succeeded in getting Cal up for its still unfinished "Gursha Eela".

The "Chi Chi" poured from Rattegart is probably because he gave it to Isma just before, and because there is suspicion in Rattegart's mind. It wasn't entirely.

But it worked.

If the time earned from riding Isma's measures is used to adjust, [Grusha Eela] will be able to demonstrate its original "Hiraki".

This measure comes alive, too.

To do so, I had to have Rattegart ring with a good voice.

This is typical of psychological warfare, nerve warfare.

There is no Isma in a man who can be set free in front of the woman he likes and be calm.

Otherwise, there's hardly any way they'd bother selling fights against one country just to help Ele.

"That's good, Rattegart. Let me hear more."

Cal commands and can put more heat into the performance.

It is also to let the folk grass know that the young wing beam of the earthspider is a sign that he stood as king and even the maiden of the true knight was assembled.