Maouyome

Drop your gaze on the three presented bromides.

Arranged in silver-decorated boxes, it is a delicate depiction of the three daughters in a vivid way.

Without a doubt, it was something that Mr. Beradne had been secretly making, hiding and distributing.

Count the situation and time backwards.

This was out for about two weeks, if not longer. So Mr. Lefia and the others found out, and Teng himself at the torso was eating the big eyeballs. Immediately after that, the outbreak of seven-night fever has been confirmed, and the Holy City has blocked contact with the outside world within a strict alert system.

It's hard to believe they brought it in after the blockade was lifted. From the circumstances in which we moved in the meantime, these were perhaps secured before they were sealed off.

These bromides were not officially distributed by the Temple. I heard a good number came out, but that's only what Mr. Beradne personally put into circulation. The number is known.

Meditate and be prepared.

This is rather thoughtful, I just think he was putting his hands on the ground. Naturally, then, the situation in the Sacred Capital has been well grasped.

Then you don't have to hide it.

If you reopen it in grandeur, that's fine.

Focus your gaze on Archbishop O'Hara, who gives you an extra look across the red tablecloth, looking to the front.

... these baboons jizzy.

"You are right under the Archbishop. These are definitely my dear friends."

"I didn't expect to affirm it without a coward. That's what you call a better messenger than the demonic kingdom as your friend."

"Deepen your friendship with those who can truly have enough friends. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Call the demon a friend."

"It's not a demon. They are as joyful as we are, compassionate to others, and sometimes able to share their anger. What shouldn't one who lives with the same emotions be called a friend?"

What I actually felt when I went to the Land of Demons. I watched Mr. Lephia, Mr. Leanscheid, and Mr. Bell Adone right on the side and was sure. I say the thought out loud.

Strong gaze and gaze meet from the front.

You can't deviate here. This is the honest feeling I felt on my skin when I saw it myself.

With absolute confidence and pride, I give my temper to my belly.

After staring silently for a while, he exhales gently and Archbishop O'Hara takes his gaze off first.

"Is it like ours?... would be"

I lay my eyes down somewhere nostalgic and squeak softly.

Surprised by the unexpected reaction, the Archbishop broke down his posture and elbowed to the table with his right hand on his temple.

"I have experience too"

Doubt your ears for unexpected words uttered unexpectedly.

A deep, slow word also feels like it contains a lot of heavy emotions.

You have experience?

With words rebelling in my thoughts, I come to the point that the country of origin of Archbishop O'Hara is the kingdom of rubble (Kingdom of Lind).

"That's when the girl grew up a lot. It's like a living copy."

One of the three bromides. Mr. Leanscheid's view is indicated.

... No way.

"Strong and supple limbs. White, clear and fine skin everywhere. A slight bell-like gasp that leaks even when in high spirits"

Archbishop O'Hara continues to whine as if he were merciful of the hymn, looking through the deep memories that would be behind him.

I can't forbid anything disturbing about that tranced look in Goddess that strictly admonishes passion.

Honestly, it's a mess.

"... that was the best woman"

Behind greedy eyes, a light of shallow emotion dwells.

All I can remember is a deep disgust at the strength of the inferiority mindset that makes it appear clear at dawn, albeit in the high position of archbishop general.

Throw your spit into the fist you gripped so you can't lose under the creeps.

"Since then, no matter how many other women you hold, they haven't filled you. It won't be filled anywhere else. That's all it was worth to that body."

Greedy giddy gaze is restored.

Bottomless passion and deep love pierce.

"... something I deeply regret. I wondered why I didn't surround myself like that Zen Mond. I wonder why he didn't do it himself before the sword saint monopolized him in his arms."

"... Kensei, Zen Mond"

Connecting yarn. A budding certainty.

A kingdom once sunk in rubble.

Suzumori Mitsuji and Kensei's Ogami.

There's still a part of that story that wasn't told.

As my uncle was concerned, there is still something in the story of "Before Suzumori and Kensei" that we do not know. And this guy in front of me knows it. Maybe this man was on the spot.... I can't wipe that hunch.

"I never felt as jealous as I was then. I wonder if that body is stuck in the likes of Kensei in its own untouchable bedding. With intolerable humiliation and hatred, I was about to burn myself."

"As someone who stands above the monks, you tell a few stinky stories."

"... but that's why the goddess saved you. The goddess of light spoke directly to me like that. Ever since, I've lived as shown by the voices that come down."

The sarcasm you put in has been ignored.

Ozosa solicits more.

"Attacking Alistair is by the will of the goddess. Whatever you can prove now, you can't stop."

"... would you not replace the will of the goddess with your own desire? I feel nauseous about the indignity."

"You know nothing. That's all. … but it is sometimes and above all hilarious"

An obvious mockery grin is directed.

I guess that's the real face. Originally, the expression shows more clearly than words that this meeting had no meaning whatsoever.

"Shall we waste this much time? The valve from you (...) Ming (...) heard. And it was to take (...) ru (...) to (...) feet (...) et (...) na (...). That's all."

Take your seats slowly and be more vigilant.

I didn't know you weren't going to listen to me from the start, but I don't care if you've been taken lightly so far, I'm angry.

...... you're kidding me too much, fucking jizzy.

"… Alistair is unbeatable"

"Huh. Soon we will know how far a nation can resist the lack of the Virgin and the Brave."

The Archbishop sends a signal.

After all, he doesn't honestly want to go home.

But that's within our expectations.

Immediately build magic to respond to swollen killings behind your back.

Along with a low collision sound with Gwen, the impact runs.

"... sanctuary junction? You look stunning in there."

I didn't feel any other sign of an ambush.

Behind me, there was just one temple knight who was guarding in front of the door, Haz. If you look at it, the temple knight approached right to the side and was held back by the sanctuary junction he built.

"You think you can do something about me by yourself?... Too sweet to look at the Virgin!

Even if it's a trap, there's nothing to say about it. It is rather gratifying to be seen sweetly on the hostile side.

Overlap the Sacred Tie Chain (Holy Bind) and Restrictions on Action (Quest Gears) against the Temple Knights on the other side of the Sanctuary Connection. At the same time, build auxiliary magic on yourself to prepare for the next action.

As soon as this happens, we have to rendezvous with the brave.

Constructed magic paints a magical formation of light, illusoring a magical chain that binds movement from the foot of the Temple Knight.

"Three kinds of parallel construction (triple cast)? Rumor has it, you're like a middleman."

A hateful voice squeals in swallowing.

But I'm sorry. This...

"No. Four (...)."

The Temple Knight in front of me told me before I tried to deny it in my heart.

The chain of light that was about to bind its feet is shattered without incident.... Paralysis doesn't even work at all.

"... be!?

"The Sanctuary Junction (Seal Sanctuary) is further overlaid by the Holy Binding Chain and Restrictions on Behavior (Quest Gears) and the Body (Physical) Enhancement (Enchant). I looked up inside. Aren't we already beyond our predecessors Sophia?

It's hard to believe how the magic that I built collapsed easily and made room for it even more. Neither "Holy Chain" nor "Restrictions on Movement" is magical enough for a temple knight to collapse.

"… What is Four Kinds of Parallel Construction (Quadrable Cast)? Excellent work."

"Damn!?

Ignoring the archbishop general admiring in the back of the room, he builds even more magic against the temple knight in front of him.

... Who are you?

Exactly. Though I don't seem to be able to break down to the 'sanctuary junction', my fears of inexperience make me anxious.

I was not willing to give casualties in vain, but it may not be a circumstantial case.

In an attempt to decide the battle with a single blow, when I tried to build the 'Flame of Purification' that once stopped the dark blue rat man, there was a palinky, tall bursting sound, and the junction in front of me was smashed and scattered like glass.

Thoughts stop.

……

……

... You're lying.

"Well, it's no use."

Its elemental (...) hand (...), which broke the 'Sanctuary Boundary', is stretched out and approached to restrain it.

Koitsu,... the hell.

I understand my miscalculations so painfully.

In a terribly slow flowing time, I could only feel amazement and some inexperienced fear erode me.