Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Ichichi...... to Mazi, I had a hideous eye"

Isma, who struggled to kill the acceleration of her super-energy body that had penetrated her at supersonic speeds, maligned her as she pulled her plunged head off the ground.

I can't help it.

It is the impact of a plasma warhead about how much English spirits are in a semi-material state, but with a total weight of 20 giros.

If such a mass had been accelerated to ultrasound speed —— a concurrent human being could not even resist blowing it up, or even if he was a "spindle capable man," his arms would be ripped off and flying at a level of power.

No matter how you used the alien powers of the chains of extinction (Chains of Astral Bain), it wasn't easy to reduce the power of suicide bombing attacks with English spiritual weapons.

After all, the moves of nothingness that devour everything: Norman, who finished unleashing the flow of nothingness (Void Stream), unraveled the ending motion and took a breath of fu,.

The earthspider princess witch: Isma and Norman completely prevented the bombing targeting Ele and Elma by collaborating.

A direct hit wiped the three together and then the warhead, powerful enough to even change the surrounding terrain, was chewed (shuddered) by Norman's emitted flux of vanishing (Void Stream) and reduced to particles of light.

The chains of Isma's extinction (Chains of Astral Bain) teased and caught the "Chips" of destruction trying to leak out, and finally did not allow this.

The holes of annihilation, which opened their mouths thoroughly, dragged the English Spirit into the storm, and vanished with it.

However, Norman's move to intercept the English spirit rubbing past the ground sleigh had taken the surrounding ground in a hemispherical shape as well.

It is also true that it was a course to plunder the place where Isma's head had been buried at risk.

If there was something wrong with one gear... things would have come to a completely different end.

"Mm-hmm. Zoo-hmm. Zoo-hmm."

Grasping the fact that he was inadvertently dying, Isma puts her hands on her cheek and screams oddly.

Norman, by the way, is kneeling in and making sure the princesses under his feet are safe.

The earthspider sisters, who often are covered by men or do not have much experience of being worried about them this way, make their eyes black and white, but they do thank Norman.

Ashley praised Norman as he rushed over and was pleased to be safe.

Athelui has gone to Osmadra's "Sand Lion Brigade”, where he rushed to explain the situation.

"Hold on, it feels like a bingo."

Isma said as she picked out the site of the company that had disappeared and the divination tools that had been thoroughly destroyed by the aftermath of running like lightning passing on cracks from it.

"That was, without a doubt, a predicted silver mask: a retaliatory attack (counter) from Seraphim Filamento. It was."

"Indeed... the silver mask that the English spirit wore looked just like it. Silver Mask of Prediction: To Seraphim Filamento"

Ashley also said to Isma, who talks while doing field verification.

Doing that distinctive silver mask silhouette and "different" etc. is unlikely.

"The moment that that dwarf (covite) mask came out in fortune, I didn't know, sir,"

Blurry as Izma digs back to the scene where the blown company fragments and dirt give me scatter.

"So now the English Spirit —— is that what Dashka said Dashka Marier sent in?!

Eat it there, Norman's words are true.

It must have gotten nasty with a sudden enemy attack, but it hasn't changed in my chest and my desire to jump out and rush right out of here must be swirling.

"Hmm, there it is..."

Isma's response can also be momentum and poor toothpick.

Kneel in, twist your neck.

"Probably not anymore... hmm"

The Silver Mask of Prediction: I was convinced it was an attack by Seraphim Filament.

I also have eyewitness testimony from all of them.

It's hard to imagine that there are two such distinctive designs in the world.

You can assure me it's almost definitive about that.

But although I screamed that it was instantaneous automatic retaliation, I wouldn't know exactly if that was true unless I considered it from different angles.

And that was Isma's true meaning so far.

Nor is there any evidence at this time that the array is not truly due to the will of Dashkamarier.

Even if on-site verification is performed, the evidentiary property is burned out of flammable material on top of the wood tip.

"So the possibilities are still completely undeniable,"

"Hmm, that's not..."

My opinion flew from the women while I was thinking about how I answered.

"Um... may I offer you... for that, first of all, would you mind listening to our views, Norman?"

It was Elma who gave his opinion to the men twisting their heads.

Shiatsu, he says, walking over.

"Master Izma, as Ashley put it, from the mask of the dwarf (Kobito) who appeared in the“ place, "the silver mask of prediction: the Seraphim filament must be the first to be involved. I totally agree. But whether or not the English Spirit of Retaliation sent in is Dashkamarier's offer is not equals, we think."

Elma, formerly a princess witch along with her sister Ele, has the alias "Witch of Obsidian" and an exceptional "Hiraki", especially when it comes to spells and divination.

Its strength outweighed that of Isma, and it was also more unplugged than anyone else in this room in terms of her expertise as a witch.

The word has weight.

"That... the English spiritual weapon that just flew in after us, as Isma suggested was possible... I'm sure it's automatic."

Red eyes see Isma.

Izma returned it with a sigh.

"That's right. I screamed... but it's not like there's any certainty, it's one of the possibilities. Of course, I assume it's a thick line because of the speed of reaction from the time the divination results to the time the retaliatory attack takes place? However, it is true that there is no evidence to say the least. Anyway, it disappeared, sir, so did the main body... around."

Getting to the truth from physical evidence is near limitless impossibility, you know?

To Zuma scratching her head, the princess asks.

"But Isma didn't feel like Dashka Marier. You still think that, don't you?

"Um, when they say so, yeah. Intuitively, I did feel that way, and that conjecture seems right. Somehow, I can't put it to words well... but that English spiritual movement was uncomfortable... but what's wrong with it? You're a little unsure about the status quo, aren't you?"

to Isma's attitude as she grew more and more elusive, but Elma smiled.

With the look of getting my will.

"Yes, Elma, too, I don't think that the attack of the English spiritual weapon was your will, Dashka Marier."

Elma says in a cute girl tone.

Anyone would have thought it was a comfort to notice Norman.

It has to be just a hopeful observation.

If we do not know that it is the overwhelming sorcerer who once caught up with us and tormented us to speak of it.

Of course, there's no one in this squad who doesn't know how powerful Elma's spell is.

Everyone present at the scene will hold their mouth and wait for Elma's words to follow.

"Okay? First, we can deduce from the means of attack of the English Spirit."

Nodding to make sure he got a say, Elma unfolds her theory.

Well, and Norman.

Uh, Isma.

Continue, a statement of intent.

"The English Spirit annihilates (at least) the detector with an attack that does not hate (or say) self-destruct, leaving no evidence, and eventually disappears itself. Little trace of retaliation remains but actual damage. Hence, it is difficult to work out who they are. A very powerful energy attack. This is what we experienced earlier, and it proves the sight that is now spreading in front of us."

Can we get this far?

Yeah, and the men show understanding.

But Elma goes on.

"But this is really a good way to hide the evidence... if they take countermeasures like this one... the stuffing is sweet, don't you think? You mean, you keep doing it?"

"Sweet stuffing, what do you mean?

Norman asks.

Against Elma's assessment that the stuffing is sweet by attacking ourselves dying.

Elma snorts with intent.

"Let's assume, then, that the predictive silver mask: the users of Seraphim Filament have been carrying out retaliatory attacks like earlier by detecting detection by the paranormal system of investigation. Indeed, retaliation with an English spiritual weapon, which blows one side of the globe with overwhelming attack power, is very powerful."

I actually fell into a big pinch with that earlier.

Elma looks up at Norman from the front and says:

"But like us this time, if the enemy cuts us through, what do you do after that? If that happens - and I am the owner of the Silver Mask of Prediction: Seraphim Filament - I will make it my top priority to bring the information home, not a suicide bomb attack. To take the next hand. Alternatively, send in a second wave without getting your hair in between. And we will never let our attackers down until we confirm the total annihilation of enemy forces."

And yet, yes.

"Yet this is how we survive, field verify, and bump into each other's reasoning. If you know and miss, you have a lot of room, the silver mask of prediction: the Lord of Seraphim Filamento."

But suppose.

"If you can afford it, don't you think a first-hand, violent suicide bombing is a much, much more chipped action?

Elma's reasoning gives rise to heat.

"If this is retaliation done by will, there are too many clues. It's too cluttered, I think. I would have to be more thorough if I were to. Rather than a human gaze… I felt arrogant that there was no such thing as my retribution."

Because if I were you, if I was the one you would never have to punish, I would certainly confirm that death with my own eyes.

If you're the person with deep edges, all the more so.

"Thank God, I don't feel the will to attack earlier. Dashkamarie-san's, rather than someone else's, whoever it is."

"It's convincing indeed... but it's... is it true?

I still can't believe it, Norman groans in things like that.

There, Ele, who was still looking for physical evidence, rises up and joins him.

Sister: I went on to corroborate Elma's story.

"True, I may not have to say for sure, but Elma's theory has considerable credibility. How about this, Lord Norman? Previously on the Silver Mask of Prediction: There were numerous who tried to find out who Seraphim Filament was, not only in the West and East. But using paranormal investigative methods, we were unable to reveal the secret at last. Because every time, the English Spirit was sent to wipe out every one of the ungrateful."

Like this one.

pointing to the status quo, Ele said.

"The silver mask of prediction, which will reign at the top of the paranormal investigation, will not be explored by it, which is more sublime than itself. So destroy this without question without courtesy of trying to find yourself. I've done it before."

But it is only a predictive silver mask: the reaction of Seraphim filament, not the will of the wearer.

"Elma was also analyzing... that English spirit had something as rare as" Mindfulness "in the spell attacks we specialize in. Obsession, or obsession? I don't care if you go wild and roll your anger... I can't solve anything about switching between corny and attacking targets. The real intent to kill is something more obsessive like a snake. Didn't I?"

The words of his daughter, who was a princess witch and a murderer, were persuasive.

I see, in the sense of possessing and killing an opponent from a remote location, there is only one similarity between the spell and the earlier English spiritual weapon.

As a user of such a spell, the Spider Sisters, I guess that means that there was something a long way from falling into the behavior of the English Spirit weapon earlier.

He points out that the English spirit who was sent to bury the squad "didn't feel the emotions of the retaliants on board".

"Indeed... that would either inflict heavenly punishment, or something like that. Or divine punishment, should I say. Behave..."

Ashley unexpectedly agrees with the flow of the story.

divine punishment, while unconsciously biting his lips into the use of the word.

"But then... it is the silver mask of prediction itself that has buried all the people who have so far tried to come to terms with the mystery of Seraphim Filament. Is that what Focus is all about?"

"Or I guess it's a more automatic mechanism"

To Ele's words, Ashle leaks her hypothesis.

"To me... that English spirit looked like one of the characters in the story of a forgotten drifting temple, Angel: Aigis. If so, does she, too, remain imprisoned, as does her sister Frama? In the story."

And to guarantee the secret of the story, as an English spiritual weapon, its likeness is still in service.

Ashley has reminded me of the whole story of the incident in the sea plains she once experienced.

Bad imagination springs up as much as it takes.

But Ele's flat hand slapped him on the back of such an ashle.

"Hey, Ashley. That's not where we need to be right now. Don't get lost. There's only one thing we have to confront here."

After a trantrim strategy, Ele was beginning to deal with Ashley in a tone like a dependable sister.

Perhaps he was also impressed where Isma treated him like a brother.

Yes, and Ashley also obeys Ele's words honestly.

Analyzing the facts and exploring measures to hit, and stepping into a maze of thought to bear fruit in a paranoid running dog, seem similar and as if something else.

Do not let dreadful imaginations devour your heart.

But Elma nodded as well.

"There's only one thing I need to be clear about right now"

And, waving his fingers, “The Witch of the Obsidian" reveals the controversy no more.

"Whether the earlier attack was an autonomous and automatic one by the Silver Mask of Prediction: Seraphim Filamento, or by its current possessor, Archbishop of Catel Island: The Will of Dashkamarier,"

And there's only one person who can judge its merits.

I call it that.

Lord Norman, please.

"How about that?

Ele went straight in, and Elma asked a lot farther than that.

Norman, you're the only one who can get to that certainty in no time.