Sanzen no Souru Supina

"He's specially made... I don't know, we only have three shots left"

Dada (Dante) costume with plenty of lace.

Menace said, plucking bullets like jewelry from its vest and assimilated Barrett Holder.

"Are you kidding me?! Do you use that, Menace, for a kid like that?!

The exclamation rather went up from the Esperalgo faction.

The Lord of the Voice was Violeta, who had lost her right arm.

Slaughterfoot (Slaughter Rim): Gashmar is naturally the Focus.

Norman and his weapon, the purified claw of annihilation, who pierced that guard and cut it to us for a moment: Arman is the one who should be stunned (just).

But Violeta opined on Menace, blocking the pain conveyed by the relationship (...) built between the slaughter foot (Slater Rim).

"No, Menace, that's... that's too much!

Its face is pale, not because of tissue fluids coming from or falling off Norman's wrapped right arm.

Rather, that part, organ closure progresses rapidly and tissue covers the wound.

Gashmar, the focus, is self-healing so that he doesn't develop into the important part of survival, not until he plays the giant part of the lost right arm.

So Violeta's cry was purely a deterrent to Menace's judgment and a rhetoric.

"Whatever it takes, that's too much! If you're an Omae arm, you don't have to use that! He's a kid!

"No, Violeta. He stood here in his" will ". You've been looking at what's going on. It was canteen shooting me out the back. Lurk in the shadows and take one shot from a certain distance. How far is the effective range of the light crossbow? A hundred? Not so much. Fifty? He's the man chosen for the Knights of Caterpillar Disease, you said, kid. I'll bet you at this distance."

And yet, Menace says, with a bullet in the Devil's Gun: Gangray.

Once, in spite of the sun that began to climb, it sparkled, showing Trao that there was indeed only one shot.

"Yet when he did, the first shot went to the gun, and the second shot came out without releasing, giving him a name. That's a lot of craziness. But that's not extreme."

One hit, it was time.

Bet on the woman you love, too.

"You make me cry. I don't want to, you idiot."

I'm impressed, I am.

More importantly, I'm impressed.

"I'll admit it, Trao Gallius. You're not a boy. Already a fine knight. And it's the emperor's job to answer such a man with courtesy, Violeta. I don't see the battle, or anything like that. How I treat my enemies, how I treat them, how I treat my proud challengers, will that be remembered by the Omaes?

So with the utmost gratitude, skill and respect, I will bury you, Trao.

"Your courage is real. So Serafina is a mixed woman."

The drug chamber was loaded with soggy, cheerful bullets that made even violeta, the blood of Ouga, hesitate (cuddly), and Menace became familiar.

"So, what do we do? Are there any other conditions? Challenger: Trao"

As if speaking to an old friend, it was rather sunny and Menace confirmed.

He's a frightened man, and for the first time since then, Trao has learned a feeling of awe for a man named Menace.

The value of a man is determined in the earthworks - a trao that has lived with such convictions.

At a young age, he experienced an invasion of the Alam forces: the Osmadra Empire, losing all of his parents, blood ties and friends.

In a battlefield of flames, white blades and blood smoke crushed how humans behaved, and burned them in their eyes.

So I learned with childhood that human value is determined by how we behave in places where there is nothing we can do about it.

In a routine eroded by a training ground called the battlefield, the essence of man is revealed.

Ugliness, dignity, equal.

Therefore, when I went to such a place, I admonished myself that I must act with pride.

And today, I should have been able to act that way.

That's why I figured out the horror of a man named Menace in relative terms, okay.

There are three kinds of human beings in the place of Isaka.

One person dyes Zhu to the top of his head and is exasperated.

He roughs up his voice, behaves roughly, but dies quickly before true violence.

The two of you, losing your mind and gripping the blade with a blue face.

Two, and he loses his expression, and in the next moment he becomes a ruthless killer.

something sunny and laughing at.

It's in a dead place, laughing, holding a blade and calming down.

That's a real samurai.

Trao's experience was telling us today.

Now, the man I challenged is the third most rare man I've ever met on the battlefield.

Menace gently crosses in front of Trao, who is struck by such emotions, to the place of a duel.

From crossing Asahi Yang to receiving each other, on fair terms.

"What's up? Come on, take a position. And... pray."

In heaven, my Lord, Saint Ikes.

And to that mother, the great Virgin: Madra.

Look at my battle.

Menace prays with a pure gold circle cross from her chest. If she does so, it is the epistemology of a devout Ixist.

The face has no strays or feelings.

Everyone knows that the only demand Trao showed in the duel was the recapture of Serafina, but given Menace's position in fact, it was a battle that also betrayed the throne of the Esperalgo Empire.

Yet there is no upset in Menace.

Any human being, usually, the bigger the stake, the more important it is, the more upset and impatient it appears somewhere.

No matter how you pretend to be calm, no.

It manifests itself in unconscious scuffs such as the number of blinks, fine limb tremors, and frequent touches to the face.

But that's not in Menace.

No matter how much you observe.

It's like peeking into a dark hole with no bottom view, Trao thinks.

Norman would have held the same sentiment and watched silently what was going on.

Or so clearly worded.

That's the difference between the number of places you've stepped on and the number of training fields you've dived.

And the words derived by that combat experience.

-Nothing.

Oddly enough, it matched exactly what Trao had in mind.

"If I fall, though. Oh, Trao, you pierced me first, just in case you were alive."

Without even taking a glimpse (the best) of the trao to the position, Menace pulled out the Demon Gun: Gangray as if a knight going to a duel would do so, with a thank you snail in front of him, he said.

"Gummeron, you take command. Let Sella go. And... if you have to, fight together. With the Knights of Catel Hospital."

Breaking through the trantrim transformed into this "closed corridor" is the fast track for Ichiban.

"Throw away the body. Don't let the country know. The Shadow Warriors will do well."

Speaking out about the will and the future like every one of us, he smiles at Trao for the position.

"Really, shall we get started? Anytime. The signal to start, yes, because of that. I'm headed by the honorable Knights of Catel Hospital. It's a regular meeting." The witness, call me. "

And Norman accepts Menace's request.

Not at all.

"So let's get started!!

It was almost at the same time that Norman, who confirmed both preparations, dropped the curtain and the gunshot sounded.