Sanzen no Souru Supina

"What? Why hasn't there ever been an assassination of the Vibronze Emperor in this way?

"No, not an assassination. I'm asking why it's so easy to infiltrate, lurk... and even surveillance!

Right next to Izma, who lays on his back on the ground and monitors the Emperor's private room, Snow said.

Snow is pulling the cloth, but laying on the ground as well.

This one's lying low.

"Hmm, that's not it. There 'll be a few factors. Hey. First of all, I mean, I'm too smart."

"I didn't hear that."

Snow kicks over the words of Isma, who lifted himself subtly and directly.

Of course it's not a snagging Isma to this extent.

I continued the conversation without looking like I cared.

"That's cold, isn't it? Let's go. Secondly, active measures with regard to security here, particularly with regard to the" spindle capable ", are quite loose. As a one-city nation in the human area, it's probably an average."

"But isn't this helium... a very important hub of East-West trade?"

"Oh, I'm studying, Snow. You're enthusiastic. Did Ashley want you to like her?

"That has nothing to do with the current question!

On too many swordscreens Isma peels off the eyesmask covering her face and sees Snow.

The opposing Snow is more outraged (dunno) with the Isma and the rough eye mask on.

This fabric that blocks both eyes is also made from earthspiders.

It was made of specially raised spider yarn called hyakumegumo or minagagamo, and was a scout coveted product that could be shared through yarn that stretched the visual and vibrational perception abilities of those spiders.

Isma threw a few of them into and around Lucatius' private room.

After an interesting look at Snow revealing his anger blindfolded, Isma put his eye mask back on.

"Right. It's definitely an important place in the history of the world, here at Heliatium."

Isma continued as she explored the movement in the mansion without alarm.

"In the meantime, it is also an extraordinarily strange and special city (suppose)"

"Weird and special?

Yeah, and I nodded at Snow's inquiry, and Isma explained.

on how strange and special a city Heliatium is.

"First of all, helium or the Vibronze Empire is a country that's been declining for thousands of years."

"That's what you said, Ashley. It's a country that's gone from being a great empire to being a city state."

"Yes, because at its peak, we have a total population of 20 million people hundreds of times the land area we have today. That's it now. A hundred thousand people there. Falling, falling, falling. It's a level where the big city on the big roof of gold becomes a de countryside where only frogs sound. But even so, when viewed from the point of view of world history level, the importance of Heliatium, the capital, does not diminish."

"As I said earlier, as a hub for East-West trade?

"Yeah, that's not a mistake. But what you can see from that is that through this helium, a lot of different cultures have come to know each other."

Uh, and Snow raised his voice.

"That's what Ashley said."

"Right. Ashley said this too. Then why has this land served as such a place of cultural confluence, a point of contact between civilization and civilization?"

"What, that's... I guess location matters"

"I don't have a good line. That's Ashley's squire. Yes, first of all, I can't give up my location. Heliatium is located in the Farouche Sea and the Obsidian Sea, the only strait connecting these two. And the Obsidian Sea is connected further north by the river that flows into it. also to say one thing, the Obsidian (Kokoku) sea coast is also the end point of the trading route with the Far East. Heliatium is connected there by sea."

If I'm a history teacher, I can make a point. Isma snaps.

Eh, and Snow illuminates again.

"But that's all. Then you wouldn't have made it this far, would you, Heliatium?"

I mean, Isma said it wasn't a full answer.

Mm, and Snow bends his lips.

"So what's the reason, Isma says?

A little grumpy, Snow asks in a losing tone.

"Yeah, that's right. I think we have to stop by the weak, vague attitude that emperors of Heliatium have continued to take."

"Weak hips, ambiguous attitude?!

There was a sobering voice coming out of Snow's mouth at the answer I had not expected at all.

Isma's hand blocks those lips.

There are limits to how many people are within the boundaries of paying.

"I don't know if that was a good way to put it. He said I should only be able to leave a heart area called heliatium... that kind of attitude. I wonder if it's a stand-up behavior to not be a controversy, even in the focus of world history. It turned out to be the biggest attraction of this city."

I don't know, Snow can put the message into silence.

Let me give you an example, Isma said as she removed her finger from Snow's mouth.

"The sweetness of checks on imports, exports and exports, for example. Low alert level for the" spindler "… I wonder if it's easy to understand by way of example."

"What, I mean, as a nation, the sides are sweet?

"Yeah. Or consciously."

"Are you saying that it... led the nation's... heliatium to development?

"Correct"

What do you mean? And now I put it in my mouth and Snow asked.

I don't understand Isma's story at all.

"Um, I was wondering if it was too early for Snow, this topic"

"Explain. It's up to you to decide if it was too soon."

I don't know if he was pushed by Snow's sword curtain, but Izma started commenting.

"Simply put, this city is tolerant of people under all sorts of circumstances. Of course that also means that it was a very cozy place even for those with dark or incomprehensible backgrounds... East-West products gather and trade flourishes. National information also gathers naturally. And the ears and eyes. Moreover, checks on entry and exit are sweet. It's also about traded goods. This also means that you don't have to clarify your position to get accepted. Some items are not sure where they came from. As a venue for gathering and exchanging information, or for difficult negotiations, no other property could be better than this?

That's the kind of place.

"You're offering me a place like that... where you can kill your weak-hearted, but moderate husband for nothing? Instead of chickens laying golden eggs, maybe this is where you lay and raise a bunch of chickens laying golden eggs. What is this place? The state of the art information on the world situation gathers with nature and they are exchanged. A salon where culture can come and go by free trade and where the conflicting nations can stand around via proxies while cushioning their own thoughts. Assassinating his master means losing one important negotiating table from the world."

I mean, Isma closed.

"The profits I was making there, the sweet juice I don't really want to represent, and maybe even - although it's key cool and my teeth are cut badly - the peace I once had - I mean let go of it."

"I hear a nest of evil."

To Snow's line, um, Isma just roared.

"Well, that's certainly not a pure good deed. But is evil a little too radical? Is it bad?"

The ills needed in this world = Isma said in the sense that it was a place to tolerate human weakness.

But Snow, who is still young, doesn't understand the subtleties around it at all.

"Is that what this city's been made of? So, you're the king of a country that spills its eyes on the evil, so you didn't assassinate the emperor or anyone."

"Mm-hmm. Well, yeah. I also feel that the conclusion is extreme, but I wonder if it's correct as a major muscle."

"I knew this country wasn't very skittish."

"It's not Suki, are you here? Subjective, huh? Well, there seems to be a few more secrets in this country or in the city that I don't like... but the importance of 'being allowed to be ambiguous' in a tense world where a single finger difference could lead to a war..."

"Feelings are my freedom! More than that, I don't like the secret."

It was then that Snow, who seemed somewhat unintelligible, raised his voice.

"Hey! I'm home. Izma, Lucatius!

"Whoa, I shouldn't have, I was blurry. Really. Mm-hmm. You're screwed. Well, there's a pile of problems. Do you even do that?"

Isma snapped as she watched the sight projected on her eyelids through her eye mask.

Lucatius, who had returned to his private room, was accompanied by a woman.

Putting together her blue witch clothes, she doesn't look like a vibronze imperial, no matter what.

The woman knelt and clung to Luca, who lowered her hips to the bench to sink deep into it.

'Please, Luca. Let's not do this anymore. Please don't. As it is, Omae will die.'

The legs and body hair of spiders connected by thread to the eye mask capture the vibration of the air, which is reproduced as audio in the ear.

Izma opened one side of the eye mask and saw Norman.

The knights of the giants, who perceived the tension between them, refrained from doing so without sound.

It's bingo, Isma's eyes say.

Emperor Vibronze: Lucatius XII and Obsidian Sea Serpent: This is the scene of a close meeting of Sidrellasikaya da Zu, which means.

Norman's eyes snorted with a strong will.

It is the face of a man who has finally captured the person who should clear the snowflake.

"A princess witch with a single eye. Is that Sidrellasikaya Da Zu in Asuka's letter? What's that trembling beauty?"

Immediately putting the eye mask back, Isma commented with a momentum that seemed to drool.

"And excellent style. Wow, that's the type that bones a guy out. Dungeon Beauty."

"Does that matter now?!

Snow bites at Izma's person review.

Anyway, it was Norman who asked.

"What are you talking about, Lucatius and Sidrellasikaya da Zu"

"Mm-hmm, hey, it's kind of a sad place. This is... oh, I noticed. In the letter. I took it. Open the seal. I read it, I'm reading it."

Lucatius smiled as the spiders relayed and glanced through the text in the world that Isma and Snow watched.

Looking up to heaven, he handed the letter to the serpent witch.

Then I said.

'They will come. I'll be here soon. No. Maybe he's already here. Sidre, this is my last favor as a friend. Protect this city. Not me.'

Oh, a voice similar to a woman's whimper was also heard in the ears of Norman and Burton, not via tools.

And the next moment.

Their overhead, much higher, fireballs burst, illuminating the world with rainbows.