Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Twenty-fourth Night:

"Dajra, I will kill you."

Rin, even though his voice was heading towards sedation, it arrived by cleaving the heated atmosphere.

Huh? And Dajra turned up with a grumpy face that obviously interrupted your enjoyment.

True Knight Maiden: It was the earthspider princess witch: Elma who appeared in Rattegart's predicament.

"What? Who do you think it is, Elma from Slave Two? Hey, what's up? Have you been brought to Isma to finally abandon me?"

"That the blown bullshit of the Omaes was just making me do that. Nevertheless, I have not forgotten the days of humiliation."

"I've been using it a lot."

"I'll ash you to your memories."

Taking Dajra's gaze head-on, Elma said away. I'll give you a fan of fire.

"Karan Karakubi! Oh, frightened."

Dajra put on an unorthodox pose to hide her face with both hands.

It was also beginning to have an effect on Dajra, a single-minded drug administered to Rattegart.

It is like a combat drug that acts at the centre of pleasure, holding back fear, heartache and unconscious constraints.

Dajra is more than capable of controlling the effects of this kusri over many years of training, leaving her with calm judgmental stress to unleash her pure combat instincts.

Rattegart, whose first experience this after all, did not know the effect of the medicine and was flirting with a body that conveyed its senses horribly acutely.

Dajra says.

"Because I'm frightened, I can't let you go. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We're one of three right now. With me, Io, and this true knight beauty. You can't just burn me down, can you?

"Mr. Fool. To clear up the grudges of the old days, just kill them with a twinkle. There's no point in hostages."

Dajra didn't move when she got Elma's chopping words.

No, it spreads that inferior laugh more and more.

"Isn't that a funny story? If it didn't mean anything, I'd have burned it lightly, wouldn't I? Isn't that right? The murderer Omae, who rang ruthlessly,

The moment when Dajra ends or not.

A barbed hand sword enters its left shoulder.

It was a blow that didn't even show Elma's hand.

But instead of the plain Dajra, oh oh oh, it was Rattegart and Io who screamed.

It turns out that Dajra's single-minded identity is not haphazard, and that the pain is transmitted to both of us, as the saying goes.

However, Elma does not change her expression.

Ruthlessly speaking.

"Fool, I thought you said. Dirty manure (io) and one feather (rattegart), how much hesitation do you need to say?

"Hina. All of a sudden. But I didn't bother with my current back sword. To show Omae the cause and effect? Of course, it hurts for a moment, and now it's gonna be creepy, right? You're the one who took care of Omae, right? Extremely high dependency, the one who becomes obsolete if overused."

He said, "Slow down."

Elma waved "Karan Karakubi" as she said.

When the flame that blew out licked the area, and its blue flame was extinguished, the thrown back sword was shot down and rolled onto the rock shelf. Red-hot, or melt.

"Do it. Is it because I liked the planting?

"Dajra, I will kill Omae."

To Elma's voice, try it, Dajra laughed and buried her face in her defenseless chest as she held Rattegart.

I desperately push my voice to death, but my intolerable sensuality blames Rattegart regardless of my thoughts.

"What's up? Can't you?

Damn, Elma bit my teeth.

I guess, Dajra told me to add a laugh.

"Omae, the rush hasn't been conclusive. Well, until a while ago, I was a boxed princess, and I can't afford Campeci."

Well, that's intriguing, isn't it? Dajra is a straw.

"I don't know what the development was, but it's an unprecedented rarity for a former princess witch of a earthspider and a true knight maiden to fight together. Besides, trying to pity the former squire chief who plotted to devour ourselves... sounds like we've completely lost sight of him as a thoroughly tapped killer, huh?

This needs to be retooled, right? Dajra said in a good mood as if she had found new pleasures.

"Let me remind you what kind of woman Omae was."

"Oh, can you? A gess enjoying herself with a woman."

"Hmm, not bad. Provoke a state of combat by turning your attention to yourself and stirring it up further - but you don't need to win. If I can buy you some time, that's fine."

Until the arrival of Isma.

"It's a picture star, isn't it?

Dajra caught sight of Elma's intentions again.

"Are you afraid?

"That's right. Afraid. Omae isn't. Isma."

"Hip out."

"It's nothing to be ashamed or ashamed to recognize my difference in power. Knowing my fears... so I decided to run away."

"Whoa, it's out of town."

He was struck by the most fearful hand, and Elma was upset.

"It's silly of you to wait and be told to wait"

"Knock."

And Dajra retreated as she was and tried to disappear into the cave.

But I was pulled back by Elma's face in a hurry.

In short, he was stirred up by a sexuality that could not help but stir up the weak as a reversal of his sober analytical power to see the inferior nature - the difference in power from the strong.

I was just saying.

"However, if Omae were to replace her with one of her daughters, she wouldn't drink the terms of exchange."

"What?

"This true knight, Omae's, what...? What kind of relationship?

…………

to the silent elma. Dajra treated the rattegart caught roughly from behind.

Sometimes the voice leaks from the mouth eaten up with saliva is painful.

"Answer me. If you're gonna buy me some time, I don't have this story."

I knew it was an impossible condition.

The engraving of obedience engraved on Elma is cruel in acknowledging the opponent as the ruler to be unconditionally obeyed if his hands are touched and the Spindle passed.

Not the mind, but the flesh succumbs.

It was clear that Dajra was aiming for a poppy, or even a lump sum, in her wet hand, while referring to the exchange conditions.

"No, Elma! Don't listen to me! If he takes me in, it's the end of the day! Io, too, was taken over."

said Rattegart under his painful breath.

It also seals the exercise of the powers of the alien to neutralize the kusley.

Elma also found out that that unusual flesh of Dajra is apparently free to use the abilities of the person she took in.

"Oops, that's it"

Once again he moaned Rattegart with both hands, making him scream and sealing his mouth, Dajra said.

"My people."

I was made to confess, Elma said with a face.

Rattegart opened his eyes and lost his words.

"Replace it with Omae. Then it feels new and used but I feel good today. If Omae promises to give it all away and devote her entire life to me as a dedicated play slave, I won't even think about it."

Even for Dajra, I guess Elma's remarks were more than expected. They did. You suck.

"What do we do?

"Do you keep your promise?

Dajra's mouth loosened for inquiries that included fright.

So much so that there is a fable in the human world that believing in earthspider promises is to brag about one's incompetence to the public, and here it is not a fable, but a true story, but a current, progressive reality.

"What the... are those the Omaes... relationships between women?

To Dajra's point, Elma is dyed by Zhu to her nagging ears.

"If that's the case, you'll really have to help. If I handed over the" mad old Doctor ”like I ordered from Calcasas, it would have been an irrevocable sacrifice for Omae's sister, Ele. But, Elma, if Omae's coming back, you can treat me like I'm good."

Elma saw Dajra. Brother Cal gave Sister Ele the "mad old doctor” treatment - a look that couldn't hide the shock.

"Lie, it is. It's a lie."

"It's a lie. That's why I'm here."

"Do that... what, what are you talking about doing!

"I don't know? Ask him directly. Well, if that doesn't change your mind, just get off and take it off."

Dajra, convinced that he was a strong man himself, commanded him to be high pressure.

I guess I even react to my voice.

Did the order pass on to the engraving, Elma frightens, and corrects the spine.

It sounds painful.

To that attitude, Dajra was convinced that her engraving and the days of subjugation engraved in the flesh still tied Elma as a bondage chain.

Dajra brutally hurries Elma, who cursorily descends the leg sheep and unties her costume as she nearly spills tears.

"Hurry, or there's no guarantee this woman will remain pure forever."

Even as he tells him to throw it away, Dajra overlays the Genius of the True Knight: The Phalanx Wall at the price of Rattegart's health.

A total of six layers of defensive walls do not pass through a nasty attack.

Perhaps the Holy Spear: Even shelling by "Svennir" will not be able to be defeated in one blow.

Attacks from Elma can almost be nullified now.

Grrr, and Rattegart raise the groan of pain.

There is literally a feeling all over the body that blood is drained directly from the blood vessels.

More and more "Hiroshi" are being lost.

A series of great moves from earlier on were sure to cut Rattegart's health.

"Come on."

Dajra learns how expensive it is to walk to Elma, who hides her body with both hands and is ashamed.

Seeing shame that should have been lost aroused Dajra the first night that it ravaged Elma.

"Get your hands off me. Dark utensils, huh?

Elma moves her trembling hand away. Everything is revealed and Dajra confirms that the engraving engraved on Elma's thin body has not yet lost its potency.

Let go of Rattegart.

"I haven't taken the oath yet. A lifelong slave proclamation."

Dajra makes Elma swear in memory.

Then, I freed Rattegart.

But fatigue is extreme because of the alien powers that are forced to be exercised, and they fall into it.

It was a big deal just not to faint.

"What's up? I kept my promise, right?

Come. Elma did not avoid the hand stretched out.

From Dajra, it might not have been necessary to separate Rattegart here and take in Elma.

But just as Elma had been forced to tame Dajra's dependence on the man of the earthspiders, they also had a strong obsession with the sisters of Ele Elma without realizing otherwise.

Precious treasure. A princess we once fell in love with.

More importantly, Dajra couldn't resist Elma's desire to play with both her flesh and mind, which brought back shame.

The family of Bessarion, and the calculation that if we take in the best spiritual power of Sibiri Shmeri, or will we be able to beat Cal, were confusing (doing) the essence of that desire.

Dajra moaned as she penetrated herself into every inch of the flesh of the taking in Elma.

"You're a cute ass anyway, Elma. I'll do it till it breaks."

And...

"Again, it's not a good idea to defy the life of the beam."

Dajra said, hoisting the rattegart, which no longer breathes constantly from the effect and depletion of the couscous, with the touch of Io.

"No! Coward! While I tell you I'm gonna help!

"You say cute things. To a man of earthspiders, cowardice would be a compliment. No, Elma. Omae is mine now."

Dajra declared as she rambled into Elma's flesh.

"Besides, if we don't bring him back, Cal will lower Ele to the" mad old doctors. "I don't know if it's okay to be an Omae... but this is how Omae makes me happy to have a life of love."

It was when Dajra genuinely tried to conquer Elma, drooling over the life training of solitude itself.

Foreign body, Dajra noticed.

It was brought in by Elma.

But there must have been nowhere to hide it.

Dajra must have searched every hiding place, hands and feet to speak of.

And yet I couldn't find it, it's... Focus: Puppet Needle: Cocklebiller.

It was Izma's possession, which was once taken away in the Battle of Katel Island, and Ele and Elma made Izma a puppet.

That needle, which binds the other's flesh and mind together as a puppet, Elma had protruded deep into the flesh beforehand.

A fishing needle that feeds itself.

And Dajra's total hair stood.

And that's what fell.

Of sheep, if Nice Catch hadn't taken that free falling body, it would have been peppered.