Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Oh man, it's a big job at all in the end of Dajra. Oh, Mr. Omae, you're not leaving on your own. Where have you been? It's not as fast as a getaway."

Ida to the right and left looking for her escaped pet.

Ruttegart is unloaded into the chair like a piece of luggage.

The whole thing sounds giddy, but that's what this chair is all about.

It's not wood, it's sturdy - it's probably processed with ivavami-grass.

In the underground world, fine wood is so expensive that eyeballs pop up, it is treated first as a temple, then as munitions.

It is not first of all in the hands of the general public.

Here, minerals and precious stones are cheaper materials than wood.

It is for that reason that the dwellings of the earthspiders draped their tents over the palaces where they sculpted and built the rocks, delimiting the rooms and providing even indoors with suspension bridge-like passages.

Rattegart, who had his flesh jerked off, was thrown over a cushion sitting in its braided chair.

The room was filled with the agony of the woman who pushed her to death and the backward incense of drugs, and the intermingling smell of humiliation and sensuality emanating from the woman's flesh.

For the first time at this time, Rattegart met Ele face-to-face.

Both hands, both legs, were improbably tightly restrained and forced into a humiliating posture.

Instead, a number of different instruments are arranged.

Perhaps Rattegart must have been blamed by a forced and brutally heightened feeling of being struck by several of the couscous used, and also by synergies caused by a separate kind of narcotics burned indoors.

And yet, beautiful, Rattegart thought.

This is what a spider princess - a pet princess - looks like waiting for Isma's help.

Even the badly rubbed marks that ran on her skin more white than snow, on the contrary, highlighted her beauty.

The princess admitted the bakery that appeared in a reality that she didn't know which was a horny dream and a nightmare - Ida - and cemented her familiarity.

"You bugger! Who did you say no to and stepped in here?

There was tension in the temperamental words emanating from Ele, even though they were supposed to be worn out.

Rattegart feels Ele is not only the beauty of all he looks, but also the bearer of a strong heart.

"No, no, I didn't take anyone's permission. But, well, this is an emergency response. Number two has lost his leg, and number one is under treatment. I can't get confirmation or permission."

Ida also said, lifting up the meat shelter that was on the face of the surrogate host.

"Xamah, this is a place where you can only step into the building beams of Betsalion and those of the blood muscles that accompany it!

"I know, Princess. I mean, Ida came to help Ele, Mr. Omae in a way."

I can't move, Ruttegart, I pulled, Ida said.

"If you don't know, I'll tell you what, Ele, Mr. Omae, the truth is, it's past sunset today. Oh, I guess it's already past, this is sudden cancer and - by the deadline - it was going to be lowered to Ida. A trap to frame Ismagalum, and as bait, right?

To train the sudden, confused consciousness of Ida's story, she opened her closed eyes again and Ele ate them.

"Stop lying! My brother, Brother Cal, can't admit it! Even so, if it is used for such purposes, I will bite off my tongue and harm myself!

"You've been struck with the engraving of a lover slave, and you're doubly triple bracketed by implication, if you can, you can try it. But, you know, Ida doesn't lie. I'm a doctor. Liars are the beginning of thieves."

Just, well, Ida sighed and showed to quell a narrative that was rarely about to get rough.

"This time, I couldn't help you. Ida didn't exactly help you. It just so happens. I was watching the Dajra one. If I hadn't made a mistake, my sister would have made a mistake. It's a good example of how unidentified ambition and carnal desire and obsession don't make a lot of difference. It's terrible.

Until then, the advantages earned worked mostly as penalties for backhanded drops. No, no, no. No, that would be commendable for Izmagalum's cunning, ability to read it through a long way ahead. "

The light of relief and hope dwelt in Ele's face, which Isma confirmed had destroyed Dajra, thereby making sure Elma was safe.

"Are you happy? I guess. It sucks, but he's still jumping through. Especially the length of the hand of the plot, the nature, the length of the trick's breath... not half"

I guess the excellence of the ability, or of the moves, or of the brains, is a concept that transcends the relationship of enemy allies for Ida.

Let go and praise Isma and continue the conversation.

"The Dajra one hasn't been burned by a curse either. I don't mind that, but even the self-confident Greed Gate:" Parasite Worm "is going to burn you out, right?

At least if it's a fragment, and I'm wandering around, I'm not screwed. I found Dajra and this Co. "

The arm of the head and foot grabbed Rattegart's thin neck so that the butcher could see the freshness of the wild bird (Zivier) that had just arrived, forcing him to face Ele so that he could twist it.

"I really wanted to capture him as my biological daughter. But he doesn't anymore. Izmagalum, that sketchy. Scatter only the most delicious places - even though it was your best chance to get valuable samples. Rumors have drowned for nearly fifty years, and only a few preys have been taken. Always losing the key catalyst. Finally, I thought I could experiment with a brand new one with no dirt on it, but it's only a small difference."

Confirming the impenetrable Rattegart with his various tentacles, Ida called out with a sigh of sigh.

"In a true knight of scratch things, the merchandise is worth a tenth!

"True Knight's... Maiden"

"I'm not a maiden anymore! Isma, that piece of shit -- excuse me, that was a bit of a dirty language -- all of it!

But Ele's inquiry was not made against Ida.

To Rattegart, who stares at Ele while enduring its wondrous and cursing, it is poured.

He restrained his whole body and was supposed to be a specimen of various human experiments from now on, but the light was burning in his eyes.

It was an attempt to brave Ele and at the same time stemmed from strong trust.

That is, to Izma.

And Isma will come here to help us.

Ele felt the heart she was about to break was struck by the message that Rattegart's eyes were about to complain about, and she only got a little more courage to face this predicament.

And now, perhaps, Isma learned that her daughter in front of her eyes had given her the grace to wield the nearest 'Hiragana'.

"I don't know how you picked this up - no, beautiful lady, I'm not cursing Mr. Omae. I doubt your chastity, Mr. Omae. Why don't you get a little harder? It's the virginity that matters! Yeah, but there's only one thing I can say I mourned. It's time to test the results of some experiments so far, Ida!

Speaking of which, Ida twisted Rattegart's neck back as she remembered, making him point it at herself before asking.

"You didn't hear the name, did you, young lady?

I have to write it down on my medical record, so I was wondering if you could tell me.

Rattegart would have bounced off Ida's offer like that, usually.

I should have spit instead and thrown a curse at you.

But.

"Ratte--be the one to draw the blood of the great Voda, daughter of Milchmaeve, true knight: Rattegart Fiore Danaan"

I answered honestly, not because I gave in to Ida's orders.

The word was now directed at another daughter in distress: Ele.

So, despite its painful posture, Rattegart said grandly as if it were a name on the battlefield.

"That's a fine name! It has strength, but it's pathetic and tasteful! It's not like Dajra anymore, is it?

Oh, I wish this wasn't even a scratch thing. No, no more, don't mourn, Ida, wipe your tears! Because Ida will do it to you in a stunning trap that makes you feel ashamed to be called by that name and want to die. I'll make you so beautiful and corrupt that I'll never mourn myself again. "

"Oh no! I will not forgive you for putting your hands on one of them!

Ele's voice mutilated Ida's twinkle, which grew more and more frantic in color.

Ahem? And Ida opened her eyes as she pressed her hand up again the flesh shelter that had slipped off.

Prisoned princess witch: Ele affirms with that ugly sight in direct view.

"This is a matter of the family of our earthspider, Betsallion - don't bring in the blood of outsiders."

"Let's not be selfish about this! You, Mr. Omae, Ele, okay? Mr. Omae was blinded by Ida's footwork and the dedication of this true knight's daughter. Well, that's a promise to a client. We have to protect them."

"Where's my brother? Let's talk."

"Kal-Ra, now Cal is being treated with Ida's body and her wonderful friends. I don't know how to talk about it."

"What... so... treatment? What the fuck!? Since when? Let me see him! And let that human go!

"Let's not. I'll ask Ida questions and give her orders as soon as I can! My head is confused and frustrated. Even a beautiful woman, after all, is a woman. If you get annoyed, I won't. I've already come to my head. Let's make sure you can't ask questions."

Ida takes his hand off the true knight's maiden: Rattegart and heads to Ele.

But Ele's heart was now more disturbed by his feelings for his brother: Calcasas than by the calamity that sprinkled upon us.

That his brother, Calcasas, had been caught up enough to consider his own flesh as a contribution to the "mad old doctors”.

That in itself was something Ele had noticed, even though it was thin.

However, there is a big difference between considering it and crossing the line.

There is a huge wall between what you think, what you worry about, and what you do.

My brother, Calcasas, has stepped over it.

It's me, it's our fault, Ele thinks.

Forgive my family for not wanting to fall (just now) but forgive me, endure the contempt poured by the other earthspider clans, wear the muddy water of humiliation and the stigma, still my brother who should have been kept on the last line of criticism: the taga of the heart of Carcasas bounced off because Ele and Elma were all together and it was only so completely on Isma's side.

If Ele and Elma had stayed on Cal's side, even in the onslaught of Isma with the flesh of the former “God": (Ibizas), my brother would never have responded to such a deal.

No, trying to respond would have stopped Ele and Elma clinging in and begging.

Ele was struck by a shock that turned dark in front of her.

Across the shocking shore of Ele, the Maiden of the Temporarily Liberated True Knight: Rattegart had been punched in the chest by emotion.

The Princess of the Earthspider, who stood up to us and defended against Ida because of a heterogeneous daughter whom we had just met and who did not know: to the figure of Elehimera.

Oh, this is the one Izma loved and loved, and somehow I feel proud of myself.

But the price of the plea was high.

Ida began to roll them with a number of tentacles mimicking the example head and feet as she applied plenty of different medicinal solutions to the ugly appliances arranged in Ele.

In a way that reminds me of the conductor's tact.

I guess I can't help but raise my voice to that familiar luck finger.

My whole body cramps and I can't escape fainting due to the effects of the couscous, even if I'm blamed for the feeling of peeling my white eyes off.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it"

Words of restraint burst out of Rattegart's throat.

The concert, full of its humiliation, lasted for a while, as it showed to its Rattegart.

To too many sights, Rattegart cried.

I'm ashamed of myself for not having the power to exchange.

It felt a lot longer.

Ida largely stopped her hand and turned around, waiting for Rattegart's spontaneous something (...).

Looking straight at Ele, who kept being blamed, felt like she was humiliating and demeaning her, and Rattegart slipped away from her face.

I already knew what Ida expected and wanted Rattegart to say.

"I... will be the specimen. So stop that shameful torture right now. Even if you restrain her from escaping, at least, in an easier position... no imitation that would kick her dignity."

"I told you, Ida doesn't like orders. And rebellious specimens."

Melali, and the flames of anger flickered inside Rattegart.

With Ida's rotten sexual roots and the disgrace of having to succumb to them.

But I had to live with it.

Free Ele. That came first.

"I will be the specimen. So, give that one a rest, Elehimera."

Words again, says Rattegart. My whole body trembles at humiliation.

"Don't."

and the words of restraint from under the painful breath, it was then that most of them were thrown from Ele towards Rattegart.

Rattegart sees Ele as he was played.

"You can't lend an ear to this guy's words. It's like an abominable acid that erodes your heart. Besides leaving it up to me - this is the family of the spider: the responsibility of Betsallion's lineage - just leave it to me."

Moment after moment, Rattegart and Ele, their gaze crossed.

Ele laughed to reassure her.

In the appearance of not knowing the dirt of Rattegart, in his heart, in his courage and his noble spirit, Ele thought once again that his eyes to see the woman of Isma were certain, and at the same time prepared that he should not profane this daughter.

That was the laugh.

Rattegart, on the other hand, wept again.

Ele's, no matter how painful and humiliated he is, tries to shelter others - and that too, for Rattegart, who is supposed to be his lover - in his noble spirit as a princess.

In this short interaction, what arose in each other's minds was respect.

But some people don't feel comfortable about it.

I don't know if I felt alienated myself, or if I was disturbed that things didn't carry the way I wrote them, either.

Ida abusively applied her hand to Ele, who, at best, was supposed to be clearly at its limit.

That's how he extinguishes Ele and rips off his dignity, and Ida recreates his stage.

Ida, I've come up with something good.

A strange bucket threw up a childlike line, and Rattegart felt the biggest chills in his spine almost exclusively.

"It takes another day to treat Cal. It also takes a day to complete the trap in time. It's a critical slip. You're busy, Ida. It's not even while I'm asleep. But, you know, it's not all bad. Ida figured it out. This is obviously positive thinking"

Guess what? Rattegart sees Ele continue to cramp over Ida's back looking back innocently.

"That means, one more day, there's no Cal. Ida waited until the time was up, but did Dajra's guy fail, or he won't come back at a fixed time? Ida only modifies the ele as originally planned. A true knight maiden was delivered late, but Dajra was still dead. However, Ida also altered her daughter. A bunk trap. Ida just kept her word."

Isn't this a good idea?

Childish manipulation.

An excuse for a terrible twitch, Rattegart thinks.

But Ida has just the power to make it happen, and after it has actually been altered, there is no way to open things up to Ele, Rattegart, and to the chief of the matter: Cal.

Again, Rattegart feared the ugliness - something he should really call a monster - that arose at the moment when the childish idea was linked to some sort of genius, along with rolling hatred for the "mad old doctors”.

"If the specimen is more defiant than that, we'll put that option in perspective, Ida assures you."

Also, Ida said when she saw Rattegart expecting something.

Rattegart wonders what he wants me to say.

It was humiliating. It was a disgrace. But still, I wanted to help Ele.

This one must be rewarded. The end of that, too miserable a life, can't be like this.

Ele's desperate attempt to shelter the stranger Rattegart had created the same mirror in Rattegart.

They had found in each other what they might have had of themselves.

So I said.

Trembling with shame, following and following.

"Please alter me - Rattegart. I want to be altered. To Ida."

Rattegart looks at Ida's face and says:

Because I knew Ida wasn't going to forgive anyone, until I said it myself properly.

Ida breathed heavily.

Rattegart's words fired at the Phantom's warped heart.

"Ah, too bad. If you were asked to do that, Ida would have to give Rattegart priority."

I'm kidding as well, but why would Izma love me and make me nauseous for this Ida?

Rattegart behaves with pleasure that the play took too long, thinking.

Then I come to the reason.

I'm sure, because Isma's jokes aren't meant to discredit anyone.

No matter how shameless such a nasty man is, he just lives.

If you are scorned, laugh it off, or even turn it into a good opportunity (chance)... if you want to analogize, even if you stumble and fall, insist that this is a forward turn.

But you seem to hate someone who hurts or degrades or disparages others or something like that.

Whether you're old, a child, natural or aquaculture, conspiratorial or short-circuited, you're alive, just a little, one, with no grasp whatsoever, maybe even you don't know who you are.

There are people who are not going to think that Isma is going to save anything, who are just doing everything in their power to save Isma.

At least one here.

Maybe you two are here.

I want to see you, Rattegart thinks.