Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Mmm."

Norman only roared one thing at the choice and determination of Trao, spoken of by Burton along with his previous journey, and at the involvement of the Holy Knight (Paladin) as an assassin of the Extram Pope's Agency: Giseltregia.

It would have been easy to yell at the irrationality of being poked at and the so harsh fate that befell Trao.

Or even blaming Burton, it should have been.

But Norman swallowed all the words.

I think Burton was only allowed to stay on the spot and watch that irrational interaction.

Above all, because I knew that I would now impound my disagreement there would be an affront to Trao's determined choice, prepared that his return to everyday life would no longer remain.

It was out of respect as a man for a being named Trao, before being a knight or ahead of his life.

Emperor Esperalgo: a hole leading to the "other side" worn in the thorax (today) by the bullet unleashed by the Mercenario.

Swallow by the Dreams that blow out of it and erase themselves from every memory from this world, no, more than anything else, the girl to save: for Serafina, Trao made a deal with the Witch of the Extrum Pope's Office.

That must have been a much harsher choice than death.

Or perhaps it will colour his death more gloomy, which will soon be visited.

But, or maybe not.

As yet, no one has come to an end that can never be overshadowed.

That's where Norman bet.

And the decision to bet doesn't begin by denying Trao's chosen decision.

A man named Norman was this kind of man.

"So, for one thing, Trao survived. And when you choose your own battle, that's what you're talking about."

Ask, Norman shrugged rather than feel like checking with himself.

Burton nods quietly.

"Well. Then, what can I do for you? Trao-kun isn't the only one. That Serafina or...... Athelui, who replaced Aska, for Ashle and the princess who are fighting to settle with Yugadir, who became the lord of Trantrim. And more importantly, for Englis, who became captive."

This one, too, Isma said, was asking how things were going in silence.

Instead, she is appropriately handled, and a steady woman swordsman: Korkar is lying (f) down.

I heard a faint sleep.

"I think we should step up."

"Which way?

Isma asked without getting her hair into Norman's words.

Extram's Holy Knight (Paladin) named “Apostle of the Holy Springs”: in the sense that he decides to go with Gisele, or just as he is going to Ashley, the lord of Trantrim: confrontation with Yugadir.

The two sights intersect.

Isn't it decided, Norman said.

"Isn't it decided... on Ashley's side. He chose to invade the capital to settle with Overlord and the fruitful Yugadir. The combat music that still resonates from afar is proof that they continue to fight. Beyond that lies the imprisoned Virgin Mary... who is better off with Englis."

"Oh, Iris."

Isma narrowed her eyes to Norman's tribute to Iris out of his mouth, and, yeah, let her snort.

A moment of silence descends on the scene.

Burton thought he saw a chisel and a small spark scattering between the two keeping his gaze in line.

Ma, no, it was Izma who missed her eyes.

"Let's do the details later. Anyway, I agree with you on the big goal of joining Ashley and the others."

"If they say they don't care about Trao and Serafina... they care so much that they're going crazy... But Trao chose his way of life in the earthen. Whatever the thoughts of the witches unleashed by the EXTRAM Pope's Office, if it is a deal in exchange for the promise of the Serafina retrieval, and as the tragedy we have seen tells the story - Emperor Esperalgo: If the aim of the Mercenario is at the heart of this country (or what), then destiny should be exchanged there"

And if that witch, Gisele Teresia, was wrong, then...

"Until I turn it off relentlessly"

Norman said, expressing once again his will to join the war.

"Even so, Norman."

Even so, it was Isma.

"It's not half as expensive over here."

I know how you feel, but it's important to know what's going on. Encourage.

"Indeed."

Isma's point was, moreover, that Norman was aware of it.

"Enough to have forced an invasion operation into the center. Ashley and the others must have gambled their battles with the strongest force they've added Aska to. But we're not what we are, are we? No, this country is a mess or a mess. Some of the people are starting to turn their backs on the demons at night, in fanaticism."

Norman nodded deeply at Isma's allegations.

That comes from convincing.

I see, the frantic crowd I saw in the middle of a painful journey, I wonder if it was.

Conclude, for example.

"To the exhausted Catel Hospital knight on the long journey so far, the swordsman of the“ Sand Lion Brigade ”, who bore a deep hand even though he retained his life, and the king of the earth spider who ran out of tickets... but not the kind of blush that would force him to proceed with the pawn"

"Now, would you like to add two fuzzy ministers who couldn't help the prince there?"

It was old Najiv, deputy secretary and substantial field commander of the Sand Lion Brigade, who had interrupted the conversation between Isma and Norman, who did the status quo analysis.

"?! Isma, what about this one, Jen?

"Uh, of the Osmadra Empire...... Grandpa near Princess Aska. Good, you're safe!

"We ourselves were in danger, but also with the help of Lady Rattegart. But I can't seem to do anything to put your husband in danger..."

Filled with snow and blood mud, dust and mustard (hives) bathed there by the collapse of the castle, the two completely tainted men appeared in the shelter tent or sat down on their knees and hands.

Tears flow down the dirty face, still creating muscle on them.

Old Nazif, Timur, and Asuka's two proximate depressions are not impossible.

Isma briefly described a series of events that had happened to Aska and Athelui - the King's entry into the castle (Kathleen).

Pokan, that was the honest sentiment of the two Sand Lion Brigades.

"One, I mean... that Athelui stood up to protect His Highness Askariya... is that what you mean?

"Yeah, to put it very slowly, it's like that"

"So, Your Highness is not here."

"When you see Ashley and the others resume their invasion at maximum battle speed, you're almost certain they'll be together."

"I mean, Your Highness went to the front," he said.

"That's what's gonna happen, Nah"

Again the two men put their hands on both knees on the floor and began to cry. It is a male cry.

However, this time it was not a twilight in sorrow.

It is a tear.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, well done, well done. You're safe!!

"Atheluit, well done. Well done. Sorry, instead of us fuzzy, ateluit!!

The two loyalists, who confirmed the Lord's survival, weep in gratitude and in the dedication that held Athelui back.

It was Isma who spoke out there.

Norman can only be taken lightly and let wander his gaze between the two figures and Isma.

"Uh, right, you two. Just tell us what's going on, and Athelui is still in the world."

"" What?!

To Isma's report, two men who had been crying jumped. There was really a noise.

"I need help."

It was Timur who ran out of words. The face of the "Sand Lion Brigade" with different backgrounds is often of social bottom origin or a social minority (Minority), for which the cohesion within the regiment is incomparably stiff with other regiments.

It is after diving through a life-threatening death fight and a life-threatening defeat.

Even though it would be at the extreme of fatigue, a strong will was shining in Timur's eyes.

Isma didn't miss Norman correcting his posture as if it had been put to his attention.

It was old Najiv who was calm against Norman, who seemed to be ignited by his heart's desire as a knight, in the sight of Timur raising his pneumonia and his fighting spirit.

"Well... we have just met... how can I help His Highness?"

It was surprisingly Norman, however, who controlled Timur, who tried to eat into a line similar to Nazif's groan.

Dominated by exotic pagan knights, Timur looks to surprise.

But I didn't rough up my voice or hang on to Norman.

Good warriors instantly weigh the power of their opponents against each other.

That's the same with Spindle Ability.

And as the brave warrior of Norman's unleashed war, there was something out of place.

That's not all.

The flesh peeking from behind the stall with its feathered earthspider design spoke more eloquently than anything else.

Countless spear wounds, blade wounds and arrow wounds engraved all over your body.

It showed that this man was the training ground he had been diving through and the presence from which he was bound to survive and continue to overcome the fear of death and death, returning to the battlefield.

That silent, but absolute persuasion blew away Timur's sentiments.

"Did you say, old Nazif? The name was delayed. I am a knight belonging to the Knights of Catel Hospital. My name is Norman Burgest Harvey."

"This is polite. I was the one who missed my name. Nazif Ebn Sabeer. If you are the Knights of Catel Hospital, you may have worshipped your face over the blade on any battlefield."

We thanked each other, and the two exchanged words.

We both decided it was an urgent project, but it was because of it, and because we felt the size of each other's vessels in an instant, it was the result.

"Old Nazif. And I, Lord Timur, who is here, have the same heart. I want to rush to the main battlefield right now and fight with His Highness Ashley and Aska. I want to be their help. More importantly, I must fulfill the sacramental duties I have imposed upon myself."

But Norman goes on.

But in the present situation, and look directly at reality.

"Most of the facial rashes here are already drained to a large extent. Running to the main battlefield right now... won't help them."

Timur breathes behind Norman's assertions.

On the other hand, old Nazif's reaction was quiet.

"I see you as just a warrior, Sir Harvey. I felt the same way. Rather, right now, when it comes to what we can do, it seems better to get things done after the showdown. I believe that His Royal Highness Asuka and Ashley will win the showdown, but if it is a war against the nation, the battle will not be over until we return."

But Norman nods too.

Even if you defeat Yugadir, the ruler of the land, that doesn't clear everything up.

Norman has also witnessed residents who have become fanatical and have become demons at night.

Isma also told me who he was.

No matter how small the trantrim is, it is unlikely that the total population will go down tens of thousands if combined with allies in the "bloody monetary co-prosperity zone” scattered around it.

When all of it has become enemies, will the heroes, who have squeezed their dying power to clamp down on the mighty overload, be able to survive?

If that's the case, then we have to get on the road for it, Old Nazif says.

"Rather, isn't that what we have to do?

Timur nodded to Nazif's words telling him to teach, showing satisfaction, and Isma nodded.

Looks like Burton shared his opinion.

The venue was unanimous in moving towards rear support and safety assurance...... should have been.

That's why everyone was surprised.

"All right, there, there. I don't mean all the power I have on this scene. Help the heroes fight now with their chosen cards with the maximum remaining power."

Huh? Everyone who was on the spot paid attention to the man who turned himself around the place that was about to come together.

Is there another man who would say this in this earthquake?

No, I'm not.

There's no way he's here.

It is Norman.

"Ah? What has been the story so far?

It is Isma who stumbled on every little thing he could do.

The role is always inverted, probably because Norman's remarks were too flimsy.

Must be.

"This is your lord's sale, Isma. Never, there's nothing more effective than the bills you think."

This is the odd part.

To Norman, who says confidently for some reason, Isma sighs.

"No, take a good look, Norman's husband. Where, where is that in the mentz that became this yore yore?

The ticket...... was the moment Isma was about to whine.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, would you like to fill your stomachs first? At this time of year, I wondered if the fish was difficult, but I was there. Under the stone, there's a lot of big ones."

It was the beauty of the earthspider: Elma, who came in dedicating a pan that gave her hot air.

He came into the tent looking like a caregiver who wouldn't let down the swordswallowing title of specializing in spells.

The smell struck his nasal cavity and his stomach rang, not anyone's.

The lid of the pan is filled with monkeys, and there is a presence of some ingredient plating there.

"Elma, which one?

"Yes, this is the time of year for seasonal ingredients! It's a beetle!"

When it's a good, fat shrimp bouncing around.

What a fellow riverworm he was.

But no one voiced surprise at the appearance of such shocking ingredients, either, for some reason.

"Oh, oh? What is it, my lords? Such a shitty, glowing, hot mushroom...... please stop for a second, no matter how much I was used to it...... you shouldn't have to do it at once, it breaks!"

"That's it"

"There it is, ticket."

"What?"

Stuck by all the men with serious eyes, Elma has no choice but to open her mouth pompously.

It was only after this that an unprecedented oddity was rolled out.