Tilea’s Worries

My mother is poking a knife at Ol. My mother is pale. The hand that's poking the knife is shaking in small pieces, too, and it's not calm.

"Mom, what the hell is this situation...?

"Tilea, you were fooled, after all. This guy wears a nice side of people, but he's a horrible, very dangerous person."

My mother is excited and freaking out.

Is this situation... similar to when you said Tim was a demon? Sometimes my mother thinks too much and comes up with it. Probably overlapped with the legendary evil ghost because Ol is a great nobleman and two diseases in the middle this time. The reality is said to be as far away from heaven and earth...

"Mother, calm down and listen. There's no way Ol could be dangerous."

"Tyrea, honest and pure you have no idea. But my mother knows."

"My mother is mistaken. Ol' is, like, completely separate from the devil. There's an extraordinary difference between the devil and the ol'."

"You are no longer..."

My mother is upset when she puts her hand on her temple. If you get so angry, you'll have more wrinkles.

"Mother, let's settle down first. Ol is just..."

"Fine! This guy's hiding his powers. Look at you! I'm flat with a knife."

Flat......?

No way. There's no way a weak-bodied ol' can stay flat with a knife on. Why are we in this situation in the first place? My mother is a pretty warm person. Yet he said he would take out the knife...

Ol, how far did you piss off your mother! Even though I was pushing you to be respectful to your mother, you're in trouble!

Oh, my God! I've avenged you. It's so pathetic that I'm the only one who's been sheltering.

I stare at Guillaume and Ol with the thought of killing him.

"Hino. Te, Lady Tyrea!

"Oh, I betrayed you, didn't I?

"Meh, meh, meh. Not really."

"Then why is your mother angry until you take out the knife? You, you remember exactly what I or Neil said in the basement earlier?

"Also, of course. I intend to make sure that Lady Sailor is free of coarseness."

"So... this result?

"Hih, hih, no. I'm so sorry."

Ol is full of sweat and gable. If you regret it so much, act with some more caution. Build a training ground like this at all.

Ha, I already somehow figured out what caused this commotion. I guess Ol used to say and do things that people put into a good mother's personality to anticipate. How does a mother judge Ol for mistaken for a devil just because she is a great nobleman there......

You already know that. Touching the reverse scale of her mother, who was watching with the ghost's colored glasses, is a natural accomplishment.

"Mom, that's enough, right? Put the knife down."

"What!? So, but..."

"Mom, what's wrong with this?"

I'm pointing at a tear-eyed gabled ol'. I'm already like the ol' guy, the bully kid from the neighborhood who made me cry and come home. Forgive him.

"Oh, that's such a lie. That was so long ago... yeah! Tyrea, listen to me. When Ortizio and I were discussing this earlier, I showed my true nature. You've given me so much slaughter!

"Ol kills my mother...?

"That's right. Mom, I thought you were going to kill me."

"Ol, you've finally pissed me off."

"Meh, meh, meh. I don't even think so. I can't believe it's such a killer."

"Ol! I stared at your mother!

"Hih, hih, no. Forgive me!

"Phew. Ol, aren't you the wrong person to apologize to?

"Oh, yes, I did."

Ol turns to his mother. Orr's expression is serious in itself. Apparently, I sincerely apologize to my mother.

"Dear Saila, I apologize for my repeated disrespect. Please, forgive me if this is the case."

"Hey, what's white! Come on, I don't mind acting like that. Show me your true nature!

Mother tries to poke the knife she has all the way into Ol's belly.

Come on, Mother, don't! Are you seriously going to be a criminal?

"Hey, Mom, calm down..."

"Hino - no, please don't. Dear Sarah, don't stab me. Please. Hino, stop!

"Oh, you, there's got to be nothing like this. What are you begging for!

Ol is begging for his life in tears. My mother said to Ol like that, "What are you acting for? Show your true nature!" and threaten him with a knife.

Mother, stop it. Because it's out of character already. Ol, aren't you full of bibibili? I can't believe I made a big adult cry so far......

Mother, you're a ghost!

"Mother, leave him around already. I feel sorry for Ol."

"Tilea, wait. No, it's not. This is some mistake. This guy isn't like this every now and then. I must have felt something more than that demon."

"My mother is tired. There was a lot going on. I can't even get it wrong. So let's get some rest."

"Oh, already! Your assumptions have begun again. Tyrea, I'm not tired. Surely Ortizio is the man behind it!

No, you can't. There are no islands to attach. Your mother won't admit her mistake. How will you know......

When I hold my head,

"Sister, have you finished talking to your mother? It's time to start executing Ortizio..."

Tim is motivated and trying to release the magic bullet from the palm of his hand.

Oh, I did. It's not just my mother. You had Tim's problem, too. At all, I hope you don't make the crime scene any more difficult.

Tim seems to be nodding his tongue in front of his prey. Ol is getting more and more bullish at Tim's appearance in Ol.

"Tim, I'm not executing you. Be quiet because you're a good girl."

"But Ortizio's rebellion is obvious. Sometimes you can't help but question your loyalty by rumbling to our mother."

"Yes, no, please wait! There was a deep, fuzzy circumstance."

"Ortizio, excuses are ugly. Accept the sanctions."

Hey, as Tim's anger voltage rises, the demon bullet gets bigger and bigger. At first it was a sphere about ten centimeters in diameter. Now it swells up to about fifty centimeters.

If you take that one......

Ol, you're confirmed dead. Shit, we have to stop it.

"Oh, you guys, don't inspire Ortizio any more. They're gonna kill me!

My mother is my mother and I make a mistake.

(laughs) Orr kills me...

Because if Orr had that amazing power, everyone here would have already been killed.

Tim is trying to get Orr to curse and mutter and hit the demon bullet. Mother is desperate to stop Tim saying, "Stop it, you're going to kill me".

What, this chaos state?

Or the knife my mother's trying to stab me with is the most dangerous! I want you to put me down.

Anyway, I'll start by convincing my mother. Let's get Tim out of here. Tim is making this place harder to clean up.

"Tim, go to the basement room for a while."

"But, Sister, I need to put on the scuffle of an incapable relative."

Tim seems to want to wipe out Ol for anything. I can't help it. Let's exercise our strength here. I'll grab Tim's root.

"Hey, what's your sister...? I'm going to take Ortizio's neck now."

"Yes, sir. Doesn't make things any easier"

"Oh, sister, wait."

"Mom, Ol, wait a minute."

When I left the room with Tim's roots grabbed, there was somehow a pervert (Nielzen) waiting outside the room. If you look closely, there are a few other SS people surrounding the room.

What are you doing, you guys? Well, no.

"Neil, it was just fine. Take Tim to the Underground Empire."

Hand Tim to the pervert (Nielsen) all the time saying yes. The pervert (Nielsen) took Tim as he was in awe.

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Ortizio is asking himself.

Why did this happen?

Master Tyrea has had this conversation with this human being (Sarah) since earlier. Is this person (Sarah) also resentful towards me, and then he tries to tear me apart from Lord Tyrea? Every time Lord Tyrea stares at me with suspicious eyes, I feel like shrinking too.

Oh, how could this happen!

He is admired by the venerable Tyrean with suspicious eyes, and has received a tremendous sense of killing from the beloved Camilla. Especially not strange when demon bullets fly in from Master Camilla. Exactly a one-touch situation. I'm not surprised when I die.

My legs tremble on the small chops and my teeth squeak. If I saw it from the side, I would look like a clown scared to death.

But don't get me wrong. I am not afraid of death. It's horrible to die wearing traitor stigma. Dear Tyrea I worship, I die misguided by Master Camilla, etc. It's too unintentional, too spicy!

But what I think is that things go in the wrong direction.

As it is, you will be executed under the stigma of a traitor. Very bad.

Why? Why do they all doubt me so much! To be clear, my loyalty to the Evil Gods Army can be called Max. Dear Tyrea, if it's for Camilla, it's cheap to give up your life.

Yet......

Because you always get behind your back!

This human being (Sarah) is so insulting to Lord Tyrea, it's just a story on my mind. That's why they doubt my loyalty.

So, shall we ask the other way?

In that case, how should I have moved as a loyalist? Should I have ignored what human beings say? He said it was a human thing.

Impossible! Can you keep your mouth shut for insulting the great Tyrean!

I'm driven by the urge to butch inside my chest right now. But perhaps my point is irrelevant. I can tell. The current situation, I guess, is sad. My level of trust in the Evil Gods Army is

Dear Camilla > Evil Gods Army Executives > Edim and other Blood Sucking Troops > Humans (Selah) > … > Uncrossable Walls > Underground Empire Stores > Ortizio

Something like that. I know exactly what Lord Tyrea used to mean by "insurmountable walls". It's hard to say. It's a brilliant word for this situation. My confidence is even inferior to that of this human being (Sarah).

Damn, I regret it too much!

But not if you're worried about the status quo. As it is, it ends with the slander of a traitor. Things are coming to a close if we don't pull them off.

As I manage to explore breaking this situation,

"Oh, that's such a lie. That was so long ago... yeah! Tyrea, listen to me. When Ortizio and I were discussing this earlier, I showed my true nature. You've given me so much slaughter!

A human (Sarah) dropped a bomb.

Oh, my God! I've learned a lot from the conversation. Tyrea seems to like this person very much. Dear Tyrea, they know I rambled on my favorite toy like that.

It's not good...

"Ol, you've finally pissed me off."

Oh, oh, no. Shit, Master Tyrea's suspicious eyes are starting to kill me. I excuse myself with selflessness.

"Meh, meh, meh. I don't even think so. Oh, I can't believe it's such a killer. To the extent that I glanced..."

"Ol! I stared at your mother!

"Hih, hih, no. Oh, forgive me!

Apologize as you sweat like a waterfall from all over your body. It's a momentum when all the moisture in your body evaporates already. Please believe this thought in loyalty. Look at Master Tyrea as he prays.

"Phew. Ol, aren't you the wrong person to apologize to?

But Lady Tyrea says to apologize to the human being (Sarah).

Ugh, I don't know why you're so grumpy like a human. Why is it that the most powerful race, the Demon Nation, is an inferior race to man...

Ha!? Yes.

He had also been advised by Commander-in-Chief Nielzen. Though human, Sarah is the parent of Tyrean-samurai.

Commander-in-Chief Nielzen said, "If you are loyal, give loyalty even to the shoes the Lord was wearing".

What a stupid man I am. Saila, no, that's where she was in the womb, even though it's Tilea-like. Yes, or "your place". From now on, Master Saila will call you "your place".

In conversation with you, I saw you as a human being. So I was laughing on the surface, but in the depths of my mind I was fooling around with inferior creatures. It is normal for trouble to occur with such intentions.

Oh, my God!

Seeing your fragile magic and body, I stuck with humans and made a fool of myself. But it was a big mistake.

And I made my dwelling right, and when I turned to thee,

"Dear Saila, I apologize for my repeated disrespect. Please, please forgive me."

I apologized deeply to you. He bent his hips at right angles and lowered his head flat.

"Hey, what's white! Come on, I don't mind acting like that. Show me your true nature."

But you won't accept my apology. That's all, or he pushes even more of the short knife he was poking at.

Not good. If you keep stabbing a knife, there is a good chance that you will get hurt. No matter how much I held the magic to its limits, if I tried to force a short-knife to stab it with such fragile force, your hand would be on the contrary. The toughness of the Devil's flesh is not Dada. The steel muscles bounce back the knife, and the recoil hits your fragile hand.

Not good, not good. So, what do we do?

Do you want to play the knife with your handknife...?

No, your magic is too fragile. The knockout impact could crush the bones of your hands. It's hard to add or subtract because we don't really know human strength.

So, do you want to avoid shortcuts...?

No, I'm already out of time to avoid it.

Damn, no. I have no hitter. If I let you get hurt like this, I'll be done. Master Tyrea will let you go.

Yeah, when that happens, it's over.

"Hih-uh. Or don't. Dear Sarah, don't stab me. Please. Hino, stop!

I cast aside my shame and my ears, and begged you.