Sanzen no Souru Supina

"But. If so, isn't it true that our information gathered here is lost through the Magic Book (Grimore)? Emperor: to Lucatius XII"

I guess I felt right about now.

Scion, who was listening sideways to Ashle and Isma, came pinching his mouth.

"That was also my concern. Anyway... we had a terrible time getting out of Catel Island because of that."

Likewise, Norman confesses to his chest.

Burton is nodding his gaze at Isma.

"Yeah, right there. First of all, I know you're worried about the princess and Norman. I mean, there's that, too, because the advance team let me add Grandpa Burton, sir."

"Really?

"I couldn't help but shut up to all of you. But to deceive the enemy, please forgive me."

Norman is surprised by Isma's words.

"Two of the Catel Island leavers remain in the squad. If either one of you has a workout of the exotic powers that reveal the past of the Book of Magic (Grimoire)... there has to have been some movement. But there's no action from Mr. Muko."

So far, though.

Izma did the trick to ascertain the residual amount of ale at the bottom of the jock.

"But when we were, we were completely kept abreast of the movement. Otherwise, the Great Sea Serpent: The raid that predicted that timing of Sidrellasikaya da Zu would be unreasonable."

"Yeah."

To the natural doubt from Norman, Isma moved her gaze.

"I don't have any certainty, but I think it's probably just one of you, sir. I am."

"Just one. What's this all about?

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, where do I explain it from? Uh..."

Izma picked up the pawn she had thrown unconstructively on the map and began her commentary.

First he elected a white bishop (Bishop).

"Let's call him Dashka, for example"

The next thing Isma grabbed was the Black King.

"So, the Emperor of Esperalgo, who approached him by hiding his identity from the Normans: Mercenario... what the hell, what's his pseudonym?"

"Menace. Captain Menace. That's what he called it."

"Then he's Menace. Uh, what's your name, exactly? Nice work. Well, no one would think that suddenly the emperor would come on a boat himself. Daring schemer, sir, he is."

"I don't want to."

To Isma's assessment, Norman bowed his head.

If I had spotted Menace's identity at first glance, it could indeed have ended differently.

of Sella or Trao at all. That would have changed.

"No. I didn't blame the Normans. They were good at it, yo."

I wasn't being sarcastic, and Isma moved her hands flirtatiously.

Quickly place two pawns in black and white so that the topic does not derail any further.

"These two, for example, were fitted with a sign of the exorcism of the Book of Magic."

Saying, Isma put a small ring of gold through the heads of the two pawns.

This would mean that it is marked with a sign.

Ashley thinks it's quite sensible to use the powers of the Book of Magic (Grimoire) to say "(Signs)."

"So, this is you, Norman."

Archers (Archers), scouts (Scouts), infantry (Pawn), and White Queen (Queen) line up for the White Knight.

"You arrived here in Heliatium on a boat with a mission to find the Ashleys, on the orders of the White Bishop, didn't you?

Isma moved the pawn to recreate the past.

Normans squadrons and black kings - or Mercenario pawns - are distributed at the docks of Heliatium.

"In the next moment, a messenger from Lucatius XII appeared."

and Burton.

"That's supposed to be an artist who can't do it without sensing our movement"

Yeah, right, and Isma.

"But if it's explained again with pawns like this, it's easy to solve the mystery."

I see, and Burton nodded at the plate surface that appeared on the map.

In Isma's illustration and Barton's understanding, it was all the others, starting with Norman, who raised his voice.

"Well, even if we don't have signs affixed to ourselves... if there is one of our companions..."

"Your Answer"

Izma points to Norman.

"I see, if the departure point and the accompanying person are pinched with a" (sign). Does that make it impossible to act? "

But Norman once again expressed his doubts.

"But how did you paste it? (Signs). Mercenario anyway...... to Dashka...... how?

To the question, Isma spread her grin to show that she had my intentions.

Instead of answering, Isma replaced the little gold ring that had been put on Dashkamarier's pawn with a white knight (Knight) indicating Norman.

"Right!

Norman raised his voice again.

"Can I change the sign?"

"And... its users are not only literary, albeit oblique, empires, but also Pope Lucatius XII, the Aganayist. If so, it is also easy to deal with the plenipotentiary ambassadors of each country. No, on the contrary, a direct look with the Archbishop or the emperor of another country would naturally be possible."

Theon reinforced Norman's discovery.

"I see, this is how Lucatius affixed a sign to dignitaries from around the world and obtained information as a trump card for diplomacy"

But Norman ate even more.

"If, as Isma has now done, the sign had been transferred from Dashka and Menace to us... after all, are we not acting properly?!

Norman expressed further concern by pointing to the pawn of a knight (Knight) who indicated himself.

Izma nods like "I know," but the word out of her mouth was a negative sentence.

"Probably... not that, sir"

"Why can you say it all?

To the eating Norman, Isma began to explain as she returned the gold ring showing the (sign) to Dashka's pawn.

"Well, that's because of the different importance, Norman."

"Importance?!

"Yeah. For example. You didn't have to transfer Dashka's ring to you because you can skip the action after that because you get it from Menace's (sign). I'm talking about how it helps to stick to the best prophet in the world who can peek into the future, or to stick to you."

"It's... I don't even have to think about it."

So, what about what was on the Mercenario?

Norman's eyes say.

"You may have been transferred."

"What?! Then again."

Norman's movements look like a bit of a comedy when he lifts his arms and glances aside or suddenly begins to look all over himself, but the topic is serial.

"No, no, don't be early, Norman. Whoever you transfer from Menace is a very delicate choice. Instead, two choices: transfer or not. And when it comes to who you're going to transfer it to, there's only one more option."

Norman stopped the move on Isma's words.

A choice? Ask.

It's settled, Isma returns.

"If I were Lucatius, I would transfer you to the best person in the world."

As he said, Isma forced the White Queen (Queen) to delegate the ring of gold that was embedded in the Black King.

"I mean,“ The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth. "= To Illis, you mean?"

It was Ashley who squirmed without getting her hair in.

"Naturally, there are not many people who have access to the garden, is there? I think it's a natural choice."

Izma confirmed the facts by serving and piercing an emotionless and faceless look.

"More than our revenge burning or the emperor of a mighty empire? But... you're right."

There will be complicated thoughts about being quoted as less valuable as a pawn, but admit the facts and Norman shrugs.

"But I wonder if I can increase this…"

Ashley tried to bump into the questions that arose during her previous interactions.

From one infected person, I wonder if I can use it in a way that looks like a disease moving to both of us.

But Izma answers instantly.

"Probably not."

Why, I keep going.

"Why, revealing the other person's past is a powerful Chihiro. Accidentally, you're capable of traveling back in time and predicting the future. I've told you before, because there's no man with no dark spot behind him, let alone a nation!

That means holding back that fact.

"It depends on how you do it. Besides, you won't notice the ability to affix a sign to your opponent."

How big a price such a powerful alien will seek.

"You don't have to think about it. If you're spindle capable people, you know what I mean. I mean, Lucatius, you've been paying a fair price, sir. Perhaps it is also required when transferring the marks. If you're not the type to automatically contact and transfer, then you're still making choices, aren't you?

On top of that,

"I did a lot of research on Norman and Grandpa Burton before I moved this operation. Verification has been completed in the past. There is no chance that the marks are pinched. I assure you."

Or continue.

"Suppose Lucatius had grasped the trends between the two of you. It's not an inclusive beast. It's an example of a big sea snake: Sidrellasikaya da Zu comes under another attack, something that should have been there. But it didn't. So there's no sign. Lucatius doesn't know the information we're talking about right now."

Exactly, Isma cut the look big.

It was then that Norman looked surprised.

"Whatever Burton was... I was looking into it, too, huh?

Isma replied to Norman's inexorable question.

"It's mainly Elma over there, right? You stuck her on your back when you descended into the final match of Trantrim, Norman's husband, right?

"Oh, I took good care of you then"

To the interaction between the two, everyone who was witnessing Norman's stripped back at that time gave a strange look.

Coming down to the final showdown with Yugadir, which turned into an overload, Norman appeared on his body bearing the earthspider princess witch's... that lie... somehow (ehem), an awesome tattoo or embroidery.

I feel like I was flying about a heartmark in the background, but it could be an illusion.

"She lent the Spindle to her husband, and then she looked into it. I tied the edge, I don't know, witchcraft? I can't find that elma. She's a professional in the spell system. I mean, she's a professional in the killing system."

Indeed, Norman roared.

Elma is a little bit of an arrogant, but her abilities are something she acknowledges in her hands-on experience.

"Right. This prosthetic hand is also offered by Lord Elma... was that the intention?"

Purified Claws: Express satisfaction by rubbing Arman and his converted arms.

So now we're blind spots for Lucatius.

"Around. When you got back to Catel Island, it was bad, too, right?"

When Dashka comes into contact with you, that's all you need to know.

Just move your eyes and Isma says.

"I see, I'm good at it. But Izma. If so... how do we set it up from here?

Having fully understood Isma's intentions, which were indeed expressing opposition to the trip to Catel Island, Norman once again threw the question.

And it was the answer to that question that was worthy of Isma to make him name himself King of the earthspiders, who excelled in assassinations and plots.

"Yeah, I'll write to you, I'm going to go put it away. In Mr. Lucatius' home, in the name of Mr. Norman."

For a moment, no one knew what they said.

"What?!

"Isma, it is!

After a beat, the liver is drained and Norman becomes stiff.

It was Ashle who took his seat in surprise.

"What, so surprised?!

In the astonishment of the two knights, the person of the day who said the ploy: Izma rounds his eyes.

Theon, who knows how Isma does it well, smiled bitterly, and Burton, who went through the ploy, laid his eyes down and this one just broke his mouth.