Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"Hey, what are you apologizing for, I am!

When the man in the robe realizes Hatha and pays off Schmelvi's hand, he backwards and distances himself to escape.

Once again, if you look at Schmelvy, you still have eyes that are going to kill you, and you are constantly voicing "Kisher" and the beast threatening you as you look at the man in your robe.

The caller "Meushi" was apparently forbidden.

Because of his anger, he is no longer a regular interrogator.

Exactly. I think the threat of "Kisher" leans too far in the direction of the outside world.

"Okay. I won't say those two names anymore. Because I won't tell you!

"Ooh, if you know what I mean. Yeah, well, Ware. In the first place, if you look at a woman with a breast open, you can call her a cow or despise her!

Where's that sweet way of talking to you just now?!

Isn't this woman dual personality or something?

Schmelvi walks with a nose and a large strand to the back of the room to distance herself from the man in the robe, angry (or not) her shoulder once satisfied when she spits and throws away.

And looking back at Xu (Omoro),

"Hey, man, I'm scared"

And, with a sweet voice, I twisted my body.

Apparently, he's trying to decide there wasn't a whole series of things.

"Oh, yeah......"

Unexpectedly, Schmelvi's eyes pierce the man who replied so, just asking him to read the air.

"And anyway, when it comes to black dogs, it's going to be hard to defeat you. Well, I'll show you the strongest and worst warcraft I can call."

Perceiving that pursuing him would dig a grave, the man in the robe tries to return to battle again to put an end to this unintelligible situation, both in the raven (and) and in the horn (and).

"The SWIMBORO!

A flash of light runs on the ground with the scream of a man, and begins to draw a magic formation that is even bigger than when he summoned the black dog (Black Dog) earlier.

"Warcraft Summoning (Levoca dei Demoni)"

When you wonder how many times the center circle has been shaken, the black temper swirls around the outer perimeter of the magic formation, and the center circle bokong! The tip of the Warcraft nose pops up when I think it swelled with the sound of

As soon as the man in the robe laughed niggardly and the warcraft tried to get out of the magic formation at once, he hung his nails on the floor, Schmelvi said in a grumpy tone.

"What? Well, Cerberus and I won't tell you there's no art."

"Shit, I will!

Kyodoro robe man.

Apparently, it was a picture star.

A Cerberus-like warcraft with only the tip of his nose pulls into the magic formation with a groaning, sad voice.

Cerberus pities.

It was just a sight to say yes.

An indescribable awkward air drifts between us.

Though wolfish, after a little thought with his gaze upwards, the man in the robe begins to summon again.

"Well, that's a little, a little mistake! Get your mind back on it, let's go! Warcraft Summon (Levoca dei Demoni)!"

Once again, Schmelvi said in a cold tone as the black temper began to swirl around the outer perimeter of the magic formation.

"So if it was Ortolos or something, I'd laugh, huh?

"Oh, no, you're not."

Robe's man's eyes swim and the magic formations disappear again.

Behind the magic formation at the time of extinction, I heard a sad sound of kun.

A space so quiet that I could see the writing letter Shin.

There is so much bitter air that I'm not awkward.

The man in the robe dripped a duck and sweat from his forehead, and Schmelvi's eyes staring at it, clearly said:

What are we gonna do, this air?

"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yes!"

The man, whose face was bright red and roaring, seems to have come up with something with Hatha, slapping his hands in a big way.

"All right, I'm gonna make you sincerely regret making me cocky! Warcraft Summon (Levoca dei Demoni)!"

Once again, when the light began to draw the magic formation, from the middle of the magic formation, the bokon and the momentum of the mouth (beak) popped out and poked at the universe.

"Oh... that's how it came. This is unexpected. Wow."

Failed. I think it was incitement.

Schmelvi smiles unexpectedly.

Cerberus is much higher as the rank of the demon, but when it comes to the difficulty of battle, this one is far more troublesome.

After the mouth (beak) falls out, lay the head of the rooster, and for a moment, through the magic formation with the voice of Quarr, the whole body appears at once.

Legs as thin as sticks, sharp nails at their tips.

Wings like bats, snake tails.

Rooster's anterior body on the posterior body after scaling.

An unrestrained wind, such as "The Most Powerful Monster I Thought," made by a combination of animals that young farmers have ever seen.

Cocatrice

"It's no trouble."

The moment Schmelvi muttered so, Cocatrice threw up his braces, shaking his head to the left and right, all without question.

The red carpet on the floor petrifies the shape of the hair tip as it touches that brace like grey smoke.

Schmelvy rushes all the way out of the brace while turning the purple robe.

To Schmelvi, who disappears on the other side of the brace where he can stand, convinced of the victory, the man in the robe laughs (like this) even with pleasure.

"Wow haha! We can't prevent this guy from petrifying his braces in this shielded space.

Besides, he's no good at the magic of your lightning system!

Soon, the petrified braces will fill this room.

That way, that thunderous cow, The Weird Oddness of the Occasion, should try to prevent the braces with the magic of the barrier.

If you let Cocatrice go in there at that moment, your hands and feet will come out.

The man in the robe clears his ears, makes his eyes look like a plate and looks for Schmelvi across the smoke.

Time is running out and the petrified brace smoke should have reached the whole area of the room by now.

But still, nothing seems to be Schmelvi's counterattack.

Instead of the magic of the barrier, the sacrament that activates it, it doesn't make a single sound from across the smoke.

Is there a time when a thunderous cow has been petrified so easily?

Could you use the magic of the barrier unchanging?

A cold sweat conveys the back of the man in the robe.

Shake your head at that thought that came to your own head and desperately deny it.

No, that's not in the boulder.

Whatever the magic of the fireball (Fiamma), if you can use a level barrier that prevents petrified braces without chanting, it's already an out-of-pocket area.

While doing so, the smoke is increasing and filling the room invisibly a few centimeters away.

To the man of Robe, the summoner of Kokatris, even though the petrified braces are void, in the present situation where they cannot be read in the hands of their opponents, obstruction of vision by smoke only increases the risk of accidental strikes rather.

"Oh, hey, Cocatrice! Enough with the braces!

The man in the robe with his voice absurdly staring at Cocatrice stays stiff.

Cocatrice shaking her head, bewildered by the Lord's instructions.

Cocatrice stopped throwing up braces a long time ago.

"Duh, what do you mean?

Robe's man looks around in a hurry, no, he tried to look around.

For the first time since then, I realize that my body is paralyzed and immobile.

My tongue was also drawn when I tried to speak out, and I finally let out the groans.

Hey, what's going on?

No, what did they do?

In front of a panicking man, I wonder if Cocatrice shuddered small, and the Cocatrice giant falls over a man who can't move.

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Beneath Cocatrice's body, he is crushed from the waist down, and the man breathes desperately rough repeatedly, gasping (ah).

In the ears of such a man, the sound of a trick and high heel footsteps on the petrified floor and a pakipaki with the tips of the petrified carpet trampled and cracked.

A man in a robe looking up with a distressed look on his face. In that sight, with a flat face from behind the smoke, Schmelvi appeared.

"Hey, Nah..."

Schmelvi looks down with pitiful eyes at the man in the robe who asks so with his tongue, his trembling voice.

"Yeah, you don't get it? Then you can't win."

Schmelvy used the nervous system's first (...) walk (...) demon (...) method (...) paralyzed cloud (stancloud) in an unchanging response to the filling petrified brace.

Having said preliminary magic, Schmelvi has immense magic.

Paralysis clouds (stanclouds), which occurred on a large scale around its body, pushed back the smoke of the petrified braces, pushing them further back than Cocatrice, filling the room.

And finally, he reached the lungs of the man of Cocatrice and Robe, paralyzing his body.

Even now, the light of a man's life is about to go out.

As if to blow out the lamp, with a great sigh, Schmelvi followed the lord's room.

When he closed the door behind his back, Schmelvi followed Miglia and started walking down the hallway.

Running, he wraps up the magic of perception inhibition again, and when he reaches the stairs leading from the fourth to the third floor, he runs down all at once.

And when he plugged into the dance floor, Schmelvi found two bodies rolling there.

"Plagiarism" and "Young Making".

"Plagiarism" is scratched off his neck, and "Young Maker" punches his forehead.

The two men who were supposed to have fled with Miriam were lying there unspeakably.

Blood draws away from Schmelvi's face at once.

Werewolves violently, looking around with a chirp.

"Miriam! Answer me!

But there was no response to that call.