Gang of Yuusha

In a forbidden treasure trove at the deepest end of The Haunted Trial Road.

Skewered by two pairs of gaze arrows, Shoji said appropriately as he wolfed before not knowing what to do.

Sweat gently on your back and carefully watch how they come out.

I'm concerned about Lace around Aristia, but I figured it was Priest's sacred sorcery or something. Anyway, the most important thing is not to make Leskia crisp. It would be bad to break a promise with a pseudo-morbidity and discover that he was working as a decoy and steal.

The feud will remain one or eight death fights.

Now that the evil had been discovered, it was the sanctity that would divide life and death for Shoji.

Leskia is a man on the righteous side, needless to say. Located opposite to myself. The Code of Conduct does not interact like water and oil. It's more obvious than seeing the fire what happens if we find out about a plan to kidnap and ransom the women. He is also a dangerous opponent who can think and rub the public body.

"Shoji."

"You guys go first. I got this place."

The band calls.

Squeeze the confused member's jaw in the pit and evict him - the bump got it.

There is no use for this place anymore. I'd better run, but there's more danger of being caught up than just holding my stuff. Aristia's out of a butch for some reason, and Leskia keeps her mouth open.

I thought so - the era's petite business-legged brave man walked in fluttered and suddenly dashed wildly.

"Shoji!

"Ugh, whoa... whoa...?

If this happens, I'll just have to knock him down - I'm half ready, I stiffened my fist and shook him up, and I aimed at Leskia's face - but he smiled, so I clasp my arms perfectly. She jumped and was hugged to keep her whole weight. There was weight on the leg armor, but the flesh swept away.

"You saved my life! Oh, man! The first thing I meant to do to fool my enemies was to be on my side. I'm sorry, I, I had no idea!

"Oh... you're right. I had no choice."

Even though he didn't grasp anything, Shoji was trying to read the contents while striking an empty reply. He turns his hand around his neck, and Leskia, with her legs floating, lets him bathe her cheeks all the way up to kissing her.

Gleeful, but in a great mood.

One thing here, it's easier to make a mistake.

Shoji had a special victory atmosphere and stared at Leskia with a sad young face.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you anything..."

"I know! If I told you, you'd find out! But you were moving to help people! I reviewed it, really! Me, now I can write a recommendation to make you a brave man in the Royal Palace!

In fact, I couldn't possibly have told you anything - the excited Leskia has conveniently interpreted it.

I've always thought of you as a foolish woman who could easily be fooled, but I think I can round it up. From the waist to the leggings - I dropped my hand to the buttocks depicting the curve and Leskia was a little surprised and blinked her eyes, but didn't say anything in particular. Evil desire for a soft butt meat feel brings the neck.

At this point, maybe I should eat it later.

I knew they were favoring me, but if I brought it in to Sex Love Shark like this, they would interpret it on their own, even if there were inconsistencies or omissions in the story.

Shoji, who was swimming his eyes in a state of agitation, acted quickly when he made his decision.

"Reskia!"

"Geez."

Pretend you're in love, lose control - fit your lips together.

Hold the back of your head with a rigid arm so that you never let them get away with it, with or without saying it, and hug them to tie them up.

"Huh!? Huh... Huh"

I closed my eyes and sucked my lips and relentlessly stuck them into my tongue.

It takes to ravage the oral cavity and makes it crawl all the way to the back of the gums and tongue. Leskia didn't come tangled with her tongue, but the resistance was thin.

I can - I can push.

Shoji changed from a forceful way to a soft touch.

Rub against the luxurious back and gently stroke the hair to avoid breaking it. Tickles a woman's sexiness by kissing her but caressing her. I was quite proud of my arm to drop it.

Releasing her lips, Leskia looks back slightly puzzled.

"Wow... hey, Shoji?

"I've liked it since I first saw it. I just couldn't tell you because I'm in a different capacity... and I couldn't get rid of it... I'm sorry. It's too sudden to imitate."

I didn't like the heart of it or anything, but Shoji turned his face sassy as he regretted his guilt as a man who had mouthed him without consent. He had his tongue out of sight, but no one saw it.

"Ugh, yeah... I didn't like anything else, and I've always thought I'd be okay... after a few dates, I thought I was gonna have a kiss or something... oh, but you did... hahahahaha"

Again, hold it and then press your lips.

I don't need a kiss. As she got angry and gently eared her tongue to tangle, Leschia, dyed her cheeks cherry, laughed lightly. I'm trying to delude you by laughing at shame. Does a pleasant personality make you do that?

"I, uh... I'm not used to it. I'm sorry."

I thought it was a lot of temptation.

"Mmm, not really. They distance themselves from me and they're scared... you see, I'm a flower in a high ridge."

Stand aside and shrug my shoulders.

The face is well shaped and the sporty style is sophisticated. The beauty that leaves it in a pungent and soft way is fascinating.

Were the achievements of destroying numerous warcraft by means of 'trade legs' contrary to the laws of physics frightening the opposite sex?

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

A sad scream sounded.

The Lord of the Voice witnessed a boy in silver-haired armor - Keelnil hugging Shoji and Leskia - and raised his voice. Variously and members of The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade) also come in with shoe sounds.

"Mr. Leskia! What are you doing? Get away from my master!

"What is this prestigious kid?"

Getting close to the side, he was furious, and Keirnil took off his armor slightly. He threw it on his face to see if it was meant to be gloves, so Shoji received it passively. Reflectively assessed objects are elaborately crafted. Bespoke craftsmanship.

"I sign up for a duel with you!

"From what I've seen, you're the upper-class younger brother... nobility and civilians are the ones who don't duel cheaply. Either way, we're gonna lose each other. You don't even have a decent education like that?

"Don't be disrespectful! Eat shit like that! Bet on me and her to fight!

"Wow... I don't know, Tsuya"

I slapped my pussy and my hands, and Sheila, the mage, stood still with a distracted voice. Shoji leaves Leskia and confronts Keirnil, who will soon erupt his pneumonia. Dealing with a boy knight with little experience is resistant, but I worried about rubbing him gently.

I don't even give a shit why I fight.

They're up there, and they look like clutterfish from the looks of it, so they're unmotivated.

"Don't lick me too much!

Whoa, that attracted Shoji's interest because he set it up without pulling out his sword.

There's a back to being bare even though you're wearing a sword. He's the type with the hidden balls.

Because of the signs, he is also homogeneous to himself.

Pleasantly, he's the chosen one.

"Fine. Accept the duel. You look like you're having fun."

With a gloomy grin, I can teeth the cork plugs of the speed potion - throw the pepper all over the lawn to drink down the spirit pills and strengthen my legs. Michi and his muscles are considered under his jeans. Because of this. I brutally decided to overthrow him with the same martial arts as the woman I fell in love with.

It can be traced easily, such as the footsteps of Leskia's 'trade legs', which I have seen many times.

"Wait! Keelnil, I won't allow you to challenge me!

"Ugh, but -"

"Some of you know, but I'll introduce you. This man is Shoji Quick, the brave (street braver) on the corner. Thanks to him the dead returned. As a courtesy, show gratitude."

The utter voice of the ruler worked.

The members did not hold any doubts, and although they were as formal, they verbally expressed their appreciation.

When I get praised by a lot of people, even as a shoji, I lose my poison.

From the end of the word, I began to realise faintly that it was due to how much I had taken the women. Because I'm going to compliment you for helping the victim.

"So, Leskia. Did you catch a snag with the enemy?

It was supposed to be a wise person who prepared the stage device.

Trying to encourage her to care, Reschia turned her face haphazardly to where Aristia stood, but pinched her cheeks.

"Ah... he's not here... you know, everybody. Did you get him, Mr. Aristia?

"I thought a black shadow had passed over my head, but there was a scream from Keelnil...... make this one a priority"

The spear man, Ludfin, responds with a toothless tone and staggers his gaze with the other members.

It is not a story that can be helped to move in the direction of helping fellow citizens in their predicament.

Leschia was ashamed and covered her face with a flat palm.

"Uh-huh! Then I'll go after him! Let's go!"

I must also bid farewell to the capital of the dead (Horned Land).

Aristia was flying in the sky with her arms drawn to her by the Reis. Is it a good place to have ten left? Thousands were exceeded at one time but turned into dust.

"The Darkness of Drowning in the Air (Gate)"

We would have refluxed the secret art of turning the dead into yellow springs and mouthing ghosts on the other side - praying for the strongest possible English spirit to come. It is a place that is the central point of the geographical spiritual vein, so even cluttered spirits gather together. Still. Numbers are power. That power was supposed to bring me closer to my ideals.

"In the end, is there one person you can take..."

Reyce hugs me and gives me a gaze at a woman in a loose robe.

Was it Sherrica - this didn't have any features, it just ended up bringing back a woman who just contained magical qualities. If it is salvation that is conceived, is it salvation? Because only one person can be brought back to life.

"Sister, will you come in?

I talked to the big, back-length Lace, who always stood beside me.

No turning around, no reaction. Touching its dead body and putting it through your mind just returns a word like a rumor. Though Lord Reyes Mother entrusted with many unwilling souls, he is almost insane, like all other Reyes. No one will know, and they will not be interested, but they have not lost their sanctity simply because they are repeating words of prayer in their lifetime. The identity of the sacred attribute is only such a trivial event.

He is turned into a monster with strong grievances on the one hand, while seeking salvation. It's pathetic.

Even though he said he had already forgotten what the object of the grievance was.

"You shouldn't..."

Only one eye spilled tears.

I plucked my eyeballs. Are you getting slightly sentimental because of your defeat?

The unspeakable sorrow is coming up in my chest.

Priest and, as far as possible, those who lost the trial. That's Priest Reyes here. Think of it, the death of my sister, whom I admired, may have caused this plan to begin. Like the brave man in the legs said, I just wanted to see you again. So I came up with the idea of calling it salvation and reviving it, etc.

I can't believe it's just for one person - and now I can't even admit it.

"Have you licked the power of the brave men too much, well, I can't help it... I'll take you to the capital. There will be a lot of pregnant women in the error knife."

That's right.

Nothing was obsessed with self-production. If sacred sorcery allows you to put your hands on reincarnation, then let's pour out allowances or gradually pitiful souls towards the women in midwifery and hospitals.

By repeatedly re-summoning here and there, Aristia's number of leis to be taken increased.

A swirling black chunk - a tornado but aiming at the entrance to the cave.

In a few meters.

"Roarks. Something awesome is here. It's a tourist destination, and it's a monster?

"Your Highness, no. This is a dungeon and a bunch of demons. Come on, I want you to learn common sense. And because of the smell, I thought you were the woman who asked me to."

"Well, then I don't want anyone else. Something physiologically impossible."

A cheap voice just heard from near the entrance and exit.

I thought a hunter-style girl on a white wolf was looking up at this one, and the light exploded out of her hand.

A light bullet emitted as a shotgun shot through Aristia's entire body. The countless lays who were there are similarly filled with holes and cut into thin pieces.

Shot down, losing momentum in the flight all at once, Aristia crawled to the ground like a borough rag.

Not long ago, he was incredibly wounded. Blood loss is terrible. He's got a hole in his belly and his gut is missing, and his left arm is missing a tip from his elbow. It's blood coming from the esophagus. The whole place came in, and it flooded with relief from my mouth.

Dizziness and severe pain make my vision blurry.

The important things that constituted the body leak one after the other.

"Hey, Roarks. There's Mr. Priest! Wasn't this a bad idea? Something just shot me!?"

"No, whatever the insensitive princess as it is, the attack is yes because I take a lot of damage. And Priest will be able to heal the wounds himself."

"The rest is not insensitive... it's just unrelated to pain. Hey, you okay?

The silver-haired girl looks down with a crease between her eyebrows. It seemed so divine to bear the back light when it came to this situation. Similar to the brave men who hate the cohesive atmosphere, but decidedly different is that the black leopard's ears are growing. No one has been chosen by the Beasts.

On the nose of the white wolf, Aristia leaned back about. It could have been a consideration for the ease of casting a spell. Though he breathed and uttered the holy word of divine sorcery in agony, trying to accommodate the power of healing in his right hand.

"... hey... why"

No light of mercy appeared in my right hand. disappointing. I've been spoiled by God since I was a young boy. I can't even use easy healing magic. I don't even feel the flow of divine magic that was going around my body. Even Royal Priest could have done such a miracle that he wouldn't take a pull.

It's like, I'm getting apathetic. Why? Why, all of a sudden, I can't use it.

Because you tried to send a large group of Reis to the capital of man? Even though you haven't done it yet, do you still think that the creator has just abandoned you for thinking about something strange? Stupid. Then you should blame the women in the dungeon for being locked up. Don't you see why?

"Ma... sa,"

Is this your prepared divine punishment?

Did you pretend to overlook the plan and wait for this time?

Do you mean to take everything away from you when you are most grieved while giving you the future and hope?

Then it's too mundane.

"What's up? Why aren't you cured?

"Oh... here, here..."

"Ko? Ko, what?

"My child... I couldn't... and I didn't have a room, and I couldn't make it... and I couldn't give it to you... so I had to ask someone else... and... so, all things, do your own... good luck... ho, really... but I worked hard..."

I wanted to throw up a curse word on someone.

Curse your incapable and incomplete flesh - no one or he can resist the desire to tell, to know, even though he will be cursed. Pathetic, I regretted it enough to crush my chest.

The silver-haired girl stepped off the wolf's back and held her remaining right hand. You could have either tried to hold back the trembling or responded to the salvation.

Strong, warm, soft hands.

Watching him cloud his beautiful face when he said he was the one who murdered himself stopped being strange and hateful.

I only remember the nothingness that it's over.

"I don't know... I'm sorry it happened"

I was attacked by drowsiness and tried to close my eyes. I can't even help my eyelids. Yet a dark screen descended on my sight.

Aristia couldn't save anyone and died without anyone saving her.