Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

Now it's time to finally hear Mimi's motives. When I ask, my mouth suddenly gets heavy even though I'm breaking my vow of silence earlier and talking perky. Even once again, a mistletoe man finally wanted to talk when a mistletoe flew from Alessandro.

"─ Can I talk to you, Mr. Cross?

"This is what I'm asking. Speak quickly. Wasn't he talking a lot earlier?

If I use the cross again and make him hurt and vomit until he's worn out, I won't be able to move right away because of that wound and I won't have to take him, but then I refrain from thinking that it will be against the heart of the kind Lord.

And finally, the motive I could hear was that the letter of arrangement as a great sinner under heaven was scattered throughout the kingdom, and I wanted to set up a procedure to do something about it being an obstacle to settling and marrying for the rest of my life if it were also handed out soon in a republic with a security pact. He seems to want to officially accompany his lover. When I pointed the water at him, I asked him desperately for the news, so I felt safe telling him that he was safe.

"Did I, thank you. If you're getting strong people like you to protect you, don't worry. Then I will welcome you to the rescue, Your Highness.

"But instead, you may never see Erna again.

I thought I did that on a painful spot, but Mimi turned out to be the face of a nagging man, and Cross would review Mimi a little on what he said.

"─ But instead, when I come back to help Your Highness, I ask you to reduce the sin party by its merits. Alessandro asked me to, and I promised him that. Besides, if His Highness is not safe, this country will have hard times again. If that happens, Elna can't live happily ever after.

Is it not the same feeling that the Lord is now trying to throw himself away and challenge for his beloved, with only the degree of Mimiz's head, precisely for the sake of Krasabi - not omitting himself to one of the disposable servants who gave the Devil's supreme vows, and going to help him as a companion? We decided not to leave all of our SS behind.

But still, these two are legs together, no matter what you think.

"─ You mean it, don't you? I don't think the Lord will take you, like you, with you, but for now your words will be told to the Lord as they are, so could you please wait here for a while?

The blemish head also had a clear reason for this. Heiji questions the cross that swallowed it. Of course, it's troublesome to be able to persuade you when you have to, so I thought I'd leave you with a track record that I had to convince you was left for a reason. The name is only an arms test, but if you do it endlessly, its overwhelming power difference is a one-sided crush.

"If it doesn't seem to be on chopsticks or sticks, give it up a little bit.

The rules are clear. By the time the mite man can't move because of the two of us, let Cross be serious, or if you hit the prey somewhere in Cross's head, this one loses, which means the prey gets picked as he pleases. This one is about the thickness of the pinky finger and about the length of the two arms of the cross - using a needle slightly longer than Alessandro's palm spread out. It would be close to the length of a table fork or knife. If you grip it, the part that's out of your fist isn't twice as long as the part that's hidden. But of course, if I stabbed him, he would get hurt, so I used it just to pay for the two attacks, and if I used it directly, I meant it - and it was a cross loss when the tip of the needle stabbed the two of them.

Mimizu apparently plans to use the iron pipe for the rooftop column trunks, about the length of his feet, while Alessandro's automaton uses the thin tree branches ahead of him, which are made into sticks about the length of his arms. Cross thought Heiji would raise the name of the referee and that one human and one automaton would challenge a demon clan without knowing it might or might not.

At first, Alessandro sifts through the Russian branches, but he was embellished with good for the cross needle, and he couldn't take a step. But then it's just a matter of time. Lesandro's automaton doesn't know how tired he is, and if he hits the needle on his body too badly, he loses the cross. But with Alessandro's arms, this concoction is not futile if it is made to understand that he will not even be opponent of a cross on the ground. Gradually the speed of sifting the branches out of a rush became faster, and Alessandro pushed through, being flushed where he boiled his business and descended, even though it didn't hit his head no matter how much he aimed. Cross his back with his legs and head toward the mite man who was hiding behind him. As long as Mimi watched Alessandro fight well, she thought there was no curtain for her to come out, but waved down the iron pipe she was shaking up because she thought it would be done, shouting out loud. But if you're closing your eyes, you're not the target of Cross's motion vision. He fell to his knees and fell to his knees. Anyway, if you don't let this mite make a sound, the battle won't end. All you have to do is crush this arm to make it incapable of combat and make it unbearable with pain. All you have to do is call Naomi and she'll do something about it. No, one or two of these men's arms, still broken, but this one has no obstacle whatsoever. With that in mind, Cross put his thoughtful feet down on the two arms of the mite of those who remained holding the iron pipe. It wasn't the weight I put on. It is a magic weight that is probably dozens of times the weight of a cross. There was a scream that seemed to echo throughout the hotel, and Cross, who thought so, turned toward Alessandro, who kicked him, so that the hem of his sacred coat enveloped Mimi's head, enveloping him both in a junction that audio blocked the Mimi man. Inside the junction, screams of mites broken arms echo completely a few centimeters from the shoulder, but they do not share a taste for hating or pitying screams distorted by human suffering. But Alessandro, who should have already kicked in and gone more and more at that time, was flipping and waving his branches horizontally at Cross's head.

(As it is, we find ourselves in a tie.

It's fine either way because I didn't put it up to protect myself, but when they say I didn't hit it with it, they think this one is ticking. He then broke the line and tried to do it with his horizontal swing resting on his back. However, if you crouch too much, you'll be sitting over the head of a mite man. At that time, Cross realized his lower body was exposed in front of the face of the man lying on his back by putting a sincere hem on the face of the mite man.

(Shit.

But it is the salvation at the very least that pushes me with my eyes closed and in all that pain I do not think I am being seen. Because Cross doesn't wear anything like underwear in particular. Alessandro's expression swelled at the same time as the branches swept away considerably above his gaze. You thought you put on a flash of ski, but even when you say automaton, the contents are human cognitive and thought speed. I might swing it down again like this, but that was making me high that I should pay with needles.

But then.

"Oh, I see it.

With that voice, I thought I couldn't resist anything anymore, the blemishes at my feet moved on to a hell of an attack.

"Yikes, this guy grabbed my ass!" Cross confirmed that the hands of those who flew away and were not crushed were extended, "You hentai!

----shook the needle down his hand thoughtfully. But already at that moment Alessandro's branches are swinging down towards his head as Cross had been reading. The needle protruding as far as the force was concerned was unlikely to fall out easily by piercing the mite's arm through the iron plate below. The only way to stop the attack is to pay with a hand that doesn't have a needle, but to stop Alessandro's arm, it's too late to get into the fuselage. I've already stuck my needle out, and Cross's loss is a decision, but I thought I'd let him take one, stretching my pinky paw to cut a branch into a tang bamboo crack - at least. Sure, so most of the branches flew off a thousand cuts, but the ends of the residual thread-like wreckage shake powerlessly around the temples of the cross ─ ─.

"One! Cross's losing!