Sanzen no Souru Supina

Norman crippled his rock skin with purified claws: Arman, and when he threw running ice into it, he threw a heated rock until it was kinked, turning it into a hot tub.

"The salt is milder than the sea water because of the running ice."

Burton suggested a rock bath, so it happens.

"I see, this is quite a B thing"

Norman laughed as he soaked himself in the water.

"Well, even if you think of it, it's usually something you can't transfer to execution. It would be very, very much so if there were no human Tsuruhashi (Matok)."

"Hmm. When the day comes to finish the battle, will you be a pitcher?"

Norman, who was said to be a human matoch, jokes around and cuts back.

I guess the rap is because this is still the battlefield and I recognize Burton as my comrade of war.

"I mean... they're going to cut off the drifting ice... it's a strange idea"

To the out-of-digit idea and the two adults who make it happen, Trao is nothing short of surprised.

Anyway, no matter how bold and absurd it seemed, the men's survival techniques were awesome.

Trao felt that the cold flesh, soaking in a hot tub that he didn't think he would get in the open, warmed up once in a while and even his heart unraveled along with the strength of his limbs.

"Come on, I can't say it's enough, but there's food too."

True water was obtained from leftover snow.

Likewise, he stuffed the rock in a pot, stuffed the snow, threw in a number of hot stones and boiled the water.

To the point of becoming gras, scrape in the hard cheese and make porridge using bread that has also become so hard that the knife has not easily passed through.

The three ate like they were greedy.

Originally this is also a way of enabling boiling by putting water on wooden containers and throwing burnt stones in there in a phase where it is difficult to get a metal pan, but anyway, what Norman does is fancy.

"You want olive oil. of the blues and spices of the north."

Norman tickles at Burton's wit, laughing.

It's only if you recognize it's a battlefield that's not if you're saying that, you slap a light mouth. In that sense, I guess they're two people with a good heart.

Trao just has to open his mouth.

At some point the world is evening and everything is stained with Zhu by the oblique yang.

The stormy Obsidian Sea is a turnaround, quiet as if everything was a lie.

"So our Virgin Mary: Irisberda, by Overlord: Yugadir, was taken,"

Norman restarted the conversation only after the steps surrounded the burning fire and squeezed brandy.

I wasn't relaxing, I wasn't.

Perhaps, for Norman, that should have been the top priority.

But the realization that the mind of the boy who miraculously lived from the dead and wore out should not be disturbed by mischief made a norm to hear the story so far.

And beyond going to its recapture with Trao, first of all, it is important to measure the recovery of the person in question. It is also a testament to the fact that there was a superior commander and Norman who could be judged.

Toxicity was completely drained by the idea and behavior of the two digits, and then I guess even despair was swept away, according to Trao, who was much more calm.

In such cases, information must not be requested only for rapidity.

We need precision and analysis.

Burton and Norman would have been right.

"Yes. In my sight...... it was taken away. However, Yuga assured me that she was not going to do any harm, and would probably pierce it."

"Overlord wishing to have a dialogue with the Virgin Mary,"

If I can get in touch with Dashkamarier, I can make it all boring.

Norman asks about the situation and looks up to heaven.

Yes, now, there is a hyperspace and hyperdimensional link between the Virgin Mary: Illis and Archbishop of Catel Island: Dashkamarier, which cannot be said by the word bond alone.

Perhaps even this situation is already known to Dashka.

And you should be hitting him as hard as you can.

But between this trantrim, where the Normans are now, and Catel Island, there is a pure time conversion, preferably more than a week of travel.

If you hit your hand instantly and fold in the time you need to prepare, it will only take ten days to get there.

I can't afford to wait for reinforcements to arrive.

And if the main force on Catel Island, that is, the Knights of Catel Hospital land for the Virgin Mary's retrieval, that means that they will not quit the total war with Trantrim.

From a third country that doesn't know why, it's nothing but a war of aggression.

There's not just a bloody battle going on.

Assuming we have won, how can foreign nations perceive this war?

It's like contributing an extremely dangerous trump card to someone at a table called diplomacy.

So this matter, we have to put Keri on ourselves at all costs.

Yes, Norman judges.

"Nevertheless, I am concerned that the grace that was supposed to have descended on the Virgin Mary has disappeared,"

Until then, Burton, who had listened quietly to the report, leaked.

"If Trao is right, until just before that, it was" Chichi "enough to overwhelm Yugadir, right? Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Your power (from my wife) is real. It is also evident from the fact that you saved me from death."

"That's why."

Norman answers the question, and as a result, he adds to the mystery.

Yes, Norman was seriously wounded dying during the Katel Island offensive at the end of last year.

In his engagement with Weisernach, who became the high night demon and was the Knight of Geiserlon under the Moon, he and his clustered slaughter weapon: the Slaughterfoot (Slaughter Lim).

And even later, in the battle against the Holy Knight (Paladin) of the Extraordinary Pontifical Agency: Giseltregia, he was caught in an alien capacity as "Apostle of the Holy Springs," sinking into the bottom of pure water that flooded back, and forced into a situation in which he would no longer want to live.

Burton was also close to the situation where he was placed.

The wounds most suffered by Burton were due to the madness of Ashley, the Lord. Ashley used the abilities of the Holy Sword: Promethel Gear to treat Burton's flesh instantly while wounding him.

Still, he was caught in the Great Falls of pure water caused by Giseltregia and lost consciousness.

Afterwards, he withdrew from the Jaw Gate of Death (and later), which was supposed to strike both of them, except for Illis, who had rarely re-emerged as the Virgin Mary.

From the death, which was almost certain, Iris, with his power, or miracle, saved both of them.

That's why Norman and Burton, the two questions were serious.

"Unquestionably, as the true Virgin Mary, it is indisputable that heavenly protection is descending upon that one"

"But in fact, the shelter was lost, and as a result, Elise was robbed."

"We don't doubt what Trao says."

But what do you mean?

Norman groans that even if he doesn't doubt it, he doesn't like the point.

"Do you have a clue?"

"Speaking of which..., Yugadir said something odd"

"What?"

"Yes. Not yet... I wonder if you, Illis, are incomplete as the Virgin Mary. I was wondering if that's why you're looking for further ideals (twists). We need a trial for that, but..."

"Unfinished? Ideal? And a trial, you say?

"I'm incomplete myself, he also said. Yugadir is."

"So... for your own completion, you took away Illis"

"Are you kidding me?

Trao said his words.

No way, I try to strike it off.

"I don't know. But I don't know how, but I have to be prepared to take him away. I don't know if I will immediately move it to execution or not. But only Yugadir's thoughts are clear."

"Completion of your ideal,"

"Yes."

To Trao's assertion, Norman nods.

It is a trao that has repeated the words of Yugadir, in a consciousness that was nearly devoured by despair until just a moment ago.

There was nothing wrong with that one point.

Um, looks like you're back in temper, and Norman smiles.

Feel the boy in front of you regaining his heart as a warrior enough to ask for.

"What I don't know, though, is how we sniffed so quickly and accurately that we drifted here."

"Was a watch lurking in a coastal fort?

"No, nevertheless, that's a really weird story. It's after all those storms. It can't be easy to locate a drift point. Coincidence means that's too much."

"No way... from somewhere, information is leaking," he said?

"Isn't that hard to think about? Anyway, this voyage has changed rapidly (...), a plan that wasn't part of the original plan. And the Great Sea Serpent: The raid of" Sidrellasikaya da Zu "is just a natural disaster. It's also an astronomical establishment."

Yes, it was right after Norman put it into words.

"So how do you not realize that that's the plan that was set up from the beginning? Fungi."

There was a woman's voice.

Oh, and I heard a big fish jump.

As all the men were played, I saw the sea level at best.

And there was a fish shadow.

Draw an arc, big tail.

Rich breasts, illuminating the stars.

Human and irrelevant arms stretched smoothly.

Reddish golden hair and eyes were laughing between the waves.

How many mermaids with the same face were leaping.

Bear the unlikely clear, descending starry sky.

Set the scene on a mirrored surface.

And after that fish shadow sank to the surface, there was only one woman left behind.

Same face as a mermaid.

Rose (Bulb) eyes on red golden hair.

Naked, holding a huge ancient water bottle (Amphora).

Oh, that's the Holy Killing Apostle.

Giseltregia Aubergne.