Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Listen, dear citizens of Heliatium. Emperor of the Osmadra Empire: It is Osmahim Imrabetor Osmadra. I'll tell you as many times as I can. We are not here to exchange blades, nor are we here to plunder. We have come to reward your country for the impending crisis and to overcome it together. Join our business. Wake up to the right thing to do."

Ripping through the starry sky, all of a sudden it appeared over the city. It was the ship that goes to the sky: Flying boat: Gail Drivre.

The citizens heard the voice of the Emperor of the Osmadra Empire: Osmahim, released from it.

From the ship countless light strips poured down towards the whole city, illuminating people overflowing the streets.

An unnamed face, face, face that floated up there.

Those wounded in today's battle, those who believe in tomorrow and prepare for battle, those who plot escape in the shadows of the night, women and children, priests who cry out their prayers to God like crazy.

There was a knight. There were warriors. There was an archer.

There were squires, there were engineers, there were people and feet carrying debris.

There was a merchant, there was a craftsman, there was a water sale.

But many of them were common in that they were a trembling citizen under the mighty Chiba.

I can't help it.

Until then, on that night, when the triple walls believed to be iron walls turned into rubble as a result of just one day of offense, there was unimaginable destruction throughout the city by the true knight maidens.

Immediately after that, a giant ship came from the defenceless sky.

It's a very unbearable shock in the spirit of a normal person.

But this was not all that happened tonight.

What further thoroughly breaks their spiritual pillars appears.

No, is it accurate to describe it as being exposed?

First, it was the figure of Emperor Osmadra, dressed in a majestic heroic costume, reflected in the membrane of light (screen) deployed by the flying ship.

It acts on people with an overwhelming presence and influence in the night sky.

Normally, there must have been a great panic.

But even at this time, the panic didn't happen, or it stayed very small.

Because the tombs of dead knowledge (Knowledge Reyes) that were overflowing the city were once again interfering with the minds of the citizens.

These slaves of dead knowledge possess the skill of diving and manipulating their fingers into the human mind.

This is not the case if the other person is the holder of a strong Will or the Spindle Capable, but many of those who now occupy the entire city of Heliatium - that is, they did not.

"Hmm, I see, Odile. The Omaes were right."

Osmahim snapped when he cut the connection to the membrane (screen) of light deployed outside the ship.

Get off the stage that was prepared.

On the sleeves of the small high stage prepared on board is one beautiful woman dressed in the armor of the true knight's maiden, refraining.

"Will be, my lord"

Black-winged Odile called Osmahim that.

"This city is full of filth. No matter how beautiful the outer surface (softly) is, its guts are rotten. Those pussies -- the tomb guard of dead knowledge, so to speak, is the time for manure stuffed in rotten organs."

The great emperor nodded, however, to Odile's repudiation without clothes on his teeth.

"We need purification."

"You're absolutely right. Reveal all the impurities that that city has accumulated so far, expose everything under the sun, and burn this. Only by doing so can humanity embark on a new history. Bury the abominable past. Now is the time to say goodbye."

"Reason"

Odile smiled at Osmahim's words, which were well-toothed.

It's a war outfit, but it doesn't even try to hide its femininity, no, on the contrary, it's a bullshit emphasizing that it's a woman.

The beautiful smile belongs to the true knight's maiden, who continues to fascinate the heroes of mankind.

"But first, I'm going to reward the people of Heliatium correctly for their situation."

"Correct, rewardable? How did you do that? Do you have any ideas, Osmahim?"

To Osmahim's suggestion, um, Odile roared.

The true knight maidens, who find brilliance in the battle of the square heroes, only perceive the existence of a people about in the background.

Would it pass if I said dust mustard and said it was rubbish if I didn't know?

Being a small group of elite fighters, they sustain their lives by acts of pillage in the name of horseback, and thus their ideas and perspectives on the weak are significantly different from those of so-called humans.

They are not rulers/exchangers, they are rulers.

But - even if we're not sure how much more of a human heart remains - Osmahim was different.

He pointed to the stage and said, pointing to the membrane (screen) of light that went into the standby state.

"I guess this membrane of light (screen) lets me project my figure externally"

"I don't know."

"If so, my" Hiragana "- exercising the powers of alienation - should still be reflected?

To Osmahim's inquiry, Odile frowned.

gesture that I don't understand by.

"That's right... but physical power... I mean, it won't reproduce until the attack, will it? And how the Flying Ship: Even though Gail Drivre is a giant" Focus, "my lord, how can you stand the" one or the other "of your shaken destruction"

She is the maiden of a true knight who in rare things does not recognize the power of others.

That is why Osmahim, who leads that group with a black-wing Odile to say, is still a great hero and his ability to attack is also particularly powerful.

Osmahim giggled furiously at the true knight maiden, who looked unusual and worried.

"Don't guide me. It's not an attack. Rather the other way around. This is the act of bringing people back to sanity."

It's quicker to show it than to discuss it.

When Osmahim said so, he put a "spindle" around his helmet.

As soon as possible, a blue-white flame illuminates its summit and unfolds, making it reminiscent of a giant human iris.

Ooh, and Odile leaks a voice that can take both admiration and awe.

"In the meantime, Alam Ra's eyes will kick through every impurity and smash deception (gibberish)"

"Oh, my God, this sounds like a sound. … Was it so"

Odile exclaimed in praise at one end of the "Hiroshi" shown by the man he himself called "My You".

It is the sexuality (saga) of their true knight maidens, who use the presence of a hero as an absolute reference value to measure men, that changes the color of their eyes to the manifestation of the glorious "Hiraki".

Cold, sometimes ruthless looking, Odile still means it, no, more than anyone else is a true knight's maiden.

"With this Hiragana, it is possible to erase the evil Hiragana, which was brought to the hearts of people by the Gravekeeper of Dead Knowledge (Knowledge Reis), who flocks all over the city"

Odile still dropped off Osmahim returning to the stage in a confident manner with a satisfying grin.