Sanzen no Souru Supina

Finally, the time has come for an operational decision.

First, we all go around the Cape, as quickly as possible, for the sandy beach.

After the storm, and after the destruction of a medium-sized sailboat at sea.

The sandy beach is easy to shield thanks to its enormous adhesion.

Until the dawn of night, it must also be reached there, while the shoreline is creating shadows.

While the time of dawn also decreases in concentration, light conditions also act to make the visibility of different things extremely poor, as at dusk.

When the sun rises, it shines out from the distance of the sea, and it shines through the sea, even blinking the eyes of the watchman.

Definitely a one-of-a-kind opportunity.

I was aiming.

Trao shakes herself up to the incompetence she has just mastered after a trial: Movement of Swiftness.

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At the same time, as a price, I feel a wear and tear that dries up my whole body, but not so much for a boy burning in the recapture of a girl I fell in love with.

Once the activation of the anomaly has been successfully completed, Trao will now have gained super running power, capable of even running up the overhanging wall.

"I will take old Barton and go the coastline. Omae went up the shoreline and put on the back of the watch"

"Copy that!

"Well, let's give this light crossbow to Trao."

Burton hands me a crossbow (Ishiyumi) along with ten arrows packed with Taiya (Quarrel).

"How to handle it?

"I understand."

"Indeed. That was an unnecessary question for you, the Knights of Catel Hospital."

To Burton's words, Trao returned with an invincible grin.

I know, and Burton dared to ask me.

In my connection on this journey, I've come to understand.

The word now comes out of Trao's mouth, acting implicitly as a trust in himself.

Praise humans and increase their will to fight. Naturally, too.

It seems natural that this man was not as a butler to the Balaje family, but as a katana, and also a thick trust from his predecessor: Gresnau.

And I've never even noticed Trao's line.

He became an obedient knight at the age of twelve, before adulthood, that is, at fourteen, a trao who boarded a ship and had already experienced the battlefield.

Of course it's unlikely he's a melee, white soldier combat personnel, but his training as a crossbowman has accumulated enough.

It is a tradition of the Knights of Catel Hospital.

I was promoted to this exploratory row because I was bought a sense of balance and physical ability at height, in addition to the goodness of my eyes.

Crossbows are a tame weapon.

It was also advantageous that it was easy to hold it with the bow and bow and arrows tied together.

In terms of further ambush firing (Prone), it has an overwhelming advantage against the long bow from its firing position.

Even if it is clearly inferior to fast fire performance, it is just the best weapon for a trao like this one: "If there is a scaffold there, you can reach any place".

Because it is possible to shield an unlikely location and snipe from an unlikely position/angle.

"But if I use this... what does Mr. Burton use?

"With this I am."

And, Burton pulled out the blade to show it.

Small sword.

It is a new type of weapon that has been formally adopted by the Extram Pope's Office.

I don't see much elsewhere.

It can be confused with Rapier, but it is Zara who exceeds one Metel with only her body, and when fist protection (hilt) and grip (grip) are added, it is distinctly characterised by a shorter body, as the name suggests, compared to Rapier, whose head is long enough to reach the average woman's throat.

But for that matter, the more extensive you get to the roots, the more ample the cutting power, the better the balance makes it very easy to handle, and is a weapon that instantly rips enemies apart if you are a skilled user.

This was a time when the style of fighting with a dagger for the recirculation, known as the Paris ing Dagger, began to spread from the Pope's Office and become popular around the courts of the great powers.

It is an equipment that envisages in-palace combat.

That was black and defiled with paint.

"That's wisdom to not inadvertently reflect light. Once you use it, it will peel off."

"Can you grab it...?

To Trao's inquiry, hehe, Barton laughed.

"For the Knights of Catel Hospital planting, and not"

Hehe, and Norman laughed too.

To Barton's joke, yes.

Norman knows much more about Burton's qualities than Trao.

The Holy Knight: Ashle and his servants: the master of the Eunice smallsword, is this Burton.

There's no way I can't (...).

In fact, in this search row, it is a paired Norman to know each other's skills.

Terrible swordsman, Norman admits it's not just an orthodox swordsmanship either, but a practitioner who also goes to practical backgammon.

That adds stalking skills as a secret detective, clear judgment skills.

If you take on the role of chaos and target yourself as a wall (line), both Trao's sniping and Burton's surprise attacks will be unparalleled and effective.

It was the basis for Norman's decision that there was a winning chance.

The military debate is over.

Anyway, most importantly, the most difficult is the recapture of Serafina.

The biggest force on the Esperalgo side is probably the shadow that created the cause of the sinking of the Temerario on that stormy night - a warrior (Ouga) with a slaughter leg (Slater Rim).

I didn't confront him directly, but should I say sweet or odd, Norman has experience fighting enemies close by.

Night Demon Knight: Weitz used it beyond the boundaries of the race during the final showdown on Catel Island.

Indeed, although he is not a pureblood Ouga, Weitz has not lost his limbs, yet he has been attacked with circulating blood as a blade.

Awesome obsession. So much trouble, so much so.

If so, Norman had the confidence to cross more than one another with an incarnation of struggle and a feared slaughter-foot (thrower-rim) equipped auga and a one-on-one battle.

Circumstances are tight, but you have to take on the nasty Ouga yourself at an early stage anyway, build the main battlefield, and in the meantime create an easy-to-move scene for Burton and even Trao as an ambush.

Especially Trao's mastery of Movement of Swiftness gives users tremendous advantages on the precarious sandy beaches of the scaffolding.

Neither the water currents that hold back the crossing nor any obstacle to him right now, but on the contrary, he is only an ally who will turn down the enemy's going legs.

It may not be the same as the original use of the term, but it is alien warfare that creates so much difference in power between the only element of freedom of movement.

Now, how do you use that interest?

Anyway, if the word Emperor: Mercenario's captivity (Toriko) is not just an incitement complaint, then Serafina's heart has already fallen or is falling into his hands, as Gisele told him, who showed his abominable sexuality, as much as he can admit to bearing the name of that witch - "Apostle of the Holy Springs”.

Virgin Mary: I think Norman is responsible for failing to pay attention to her condition, just breaking her heart about Illis.

But there is no good in regretting it.

Because it is sacred duty that unforeseen things happen, and it is well known beforehand that it is difficult.

So, Norman doesn't regret mischief.

It just never gives in to the impending reality, explores and opens up the situation.

More importantly, if that's how the commander repents, this will have a clear negative impact on morale.

It must not happen.

So I admonish myself.

That is the man of the Knights of Religion, Norman dictates himself.

But that's not the kind of man who holds the key to the operation right now.

Still young, but so sensitive, and therefore the bearer of pure heart - the truth of Trao - feels successful or unsuccessful.

How does he create a scene where he can exchange words with Serafina and hold her in his arms on a battlefield where the exchange of life takes place?

That's where it gets into contention.

And in order to do so, it was imperative, first of all, to reconnaissance the situation.

Easily climb the overhanging cliff and the trao sends out a ready signal.

I guess I got a quick glimpse of the situation on the beach.

No problem, he tells me.

The seabirds, who perceived the arrival of the morning, began to fly.

A good wave of snails stands as the wind rushes down over the river toward the sea near dawn.

Depending on the location, it becomes more than human height.

Tides pushing over, and winds from the beach.

Offshore, the fishermen call it.

A storm left last night, winds coming from the land side as if it had called for a blowback, and overlapping tides filling the time slot creates this phenomenon.

Excellent, Norman snaps.

If you stick to the current Norman, who can run through the sea, the wave walls were a great shield to hide who you are.

"Yuku."

If he poked his fist up and signaled the overhead trao, Norman set his aim on one of the waves pushing him to the coastline, leaping himself to the battlefield, as if he were a dolphin playing between the waves.

When the terrain, the waves, the aliens and Norman, with all of them on his side, reached the beach of sand, which should be a battlefield, but the anomalies had already taken place.

A fierce sword trident and a loud gunshot, a fury - and a scream of confusion that adds to it.

The end of the war was already open.

That, too, is beyond imagination.