Sanzen no Souru Supina

That's how he wiped out the "Burst Head" altogether and took Elma back to Tashtoka's waterhole not long after it had been too long since he left Rattegart.

The leg sheep appeared sneaky from the clouds of mushroom winding spores, where they had been until then, without being harmed by the brawl caused by the two Wesen or, of course, by poisonous smoke.

"Where were you? It doesn't help when it matters."

From the numerous rescue efforts carried out so far by leg sheep - especially from their specialist work on fallen and fallen people - this assessment was nothing but unjust, but maybe Isma was in a rare hurry at this time.

Unconsciously, I prefer the compass more than usual.

I know you didn't like Rattegart.

Don't tell me that Elma was secretly about to adore and die.

Kapuri, and the sheep breathed out the smoke of the spores that lumped in from their mouths without worrying about Isma's ratings or anything else.

And where we were supposed to have promised each other, there was no sign of Rattegart.

Isma had been on a leg sheep with a snail that could hold Elma until then, but when she let Elma grab him in the saddle, she jumped.

He glanced around for a moment, calling his name, and now even searched the ground covered with lichens with a pepper and a hand.

"That's crazy. I'm in the wrong place?

Elma saw Isma so upset that she trembled and asked so much she wouldn't have noticed herself.

There was no way I could have been wrong.

Because this is inside the deflection screen that Isma herself tensioned.

Dressed to ignore the wordless Elma to be returned, Isma stamped.

"Ibizus" anklet embedded in Rattegart's ankle.

When the thin film appears, two light points float there, and a curved line joins between the two points.

The red dot is Isma.

The white one is Rattegart.

"There he is. Lower level from here, another 400 meters? It's underground!

Oh, my God, you're here, but why are you so far away, you have to wait.

Isma says to refuse to accept reality.

"It must be throbbing, right?

Once again, Isma turned to Elma and asked, as she sneezed the relative coordinate diagram into the circle.

"There's only one more thing you can think of when it comes to the lower 400 Metel basement."

To Elma's calm voice, Isma hardens.

"Sibiri Sumeri's main office - we are the home of Betsalion's family: the Column Palace."

"Why are you here?"

Walking around like a child, Isma says.

The inside of Izma's chest, where she lost her chill, was painfully clear to Elma.

That ridiculous attitude that Isma usually shows is like a shackle and armor of spirit that she has turned herself into to control herself.

That is still so severely drained that it must be the flesh of the desolate god: (Ibizus), blessed by the true knight's maiden: even with the grace of the Valkyries Pact, bound to a state of instability.

That's where I got Rattegart's straight love and innocence.

If it was the usual Isma, I would have appropriately missed it and put it in the downward direction of care.

But Rattegart's thoughts were so strong and straightforward that he could not do so.

It wore Izma's chest like a sharp spear's tip, sliced off over the years and stuck to her heart as a forgotten king who should have worn and cut off.

From my heart, which should have died out, I let the tide flow.

That was what caused Isma and this upset.

I didn't think Elma would feel so bad about him being disturbed.

I never even spent a moment in the back of my brain.

Instead, such isma is preferred and all I love is solicitation, painful so that my chest can be tightened.

Even when I had to leave Elma and Ele, my sister and my sister. Also, convinced that this must be how they messed up and gotten to grips with me.

That's why Elma said it badly and calmly.

"The Column Palace is packed with soldiers from a hundred even during normal times. And now it's war time. We should assume that enemy forces have swelled from a few to a few dozen times. There can't be such a thing as a single latte who drained to such a place. No matter how much, pig rush is synonymous with a true knight."

Is that so? Elma told me to tell you.

"That is."

"In other words, it is reasonable to assume that... another team abducted me."

Even Isma knew very well.

I just didn't want to admit it.

I had to admit, I knew I was just losing time.

But I couldn't sort my mind out.

From Katel Island, in less than ten days, Isma has been fighting a series of battles.

Not all flesh. He was also wearing out his spirit.

"Assault at the Transition Gate!

"Don't."

Elma sealed off the short-circuited, linear proposal.

"As is the case with the great cavity of Siddhara, the Column Palace is also multiply protected with solid junctions. To penetrate directly with the mutagenicity of a metastatic system, you need a seal that dives through its selective junction. If not, the mutagenicity of the metastatic system drives the coordinates crazy and it starts over. Lucky and at high altitude, among rock masses and deep seas if bad. It's what they think."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Preliminary steps when trapping prey - lifting blood up your head and upside down"

Elma's words were calm and in no way dusty as she blamed Isma.

That's extra, like it did to Isma, and I'm glad.

"I don't know, there's a way. There's a way to dive through that selective junction!

"Of course it is. For example, the seal is engraved on my coccyx from my waist. Ownership engraving."

An abominable tying chain engraving that brings Elma back into the bird basket at the moment of using the metastatic power.

Elma pressed her palms against her chest, corrected her spine, and raised her voice to face Isma.

"If you want to go that far, peel off Elma's raw skin. That way, if you can sew that seal on yourself, only Isma will be able to dive through that junction. But... Elma can't go. Here, wait just like Ratte, or else only Elma, will be transferred to some unknown place and die."

But if Isma really says, Elma will obey.

"I don't resent it. I love it, Isma."

Elma said to spit blood.

Isma shuddered herself as she was struck by the words and wiped her face with both hands.

And the next time that face appeared, there was a sickness, but calm was back on Isma's face.

To twist something down, but definitely put it into words.

"There's no way I can do that. Elma is just as important to me."

Then, taking a big, deep breath, he regained his usual tone, Izma said.

"Let's find a clue. Hand over the coordinates and the traces left on the scene, and we can get to Ratte. I think the Sibiri Shmeri people are using their way out at the main points, apart from what they once did. Shortcuts and a safe path. Of course... the trap will be set... not just against the intruder. From this Siddhara, don't let the Hilkos reflux."

But if it's a junction or a trap that touches my hand, I'll eat it with my hand.

"Sorry, you worried me"

Izma smiled and saw Elma.

Elma is going to cry out at that laugh knowing what a distraction she is to Isma, but she can't help but smile with joy, that's how she feels.

Elma was only fascinated by Isma's indomitable spirit, which she would never give up, whether this tread was broken or broken.

Even when my heart breaks, I'm bound to come back to the man asking how to change reality.

Cucumber, her chest tightened harder and harder than earlier, making Elma unable to breathe.

I was in Isma's arms when I noticed.

I lost my mind and fell out of my saddle.

An instant Izma was holding me faster than I could get to the ground.

"I'm sorry. I answered Isma... the bee hit me."

It wasn't Isma who didn't understand what it meant for a depleted Elma to squeeze her strength relative and flatter me.

Unexpectedly hug.

The strength of the embrace given expresses silent gratitude.

Elma understands.

"Let's go. We need to find traces, track them as fast as we can, and, of course, we need to think about Erma's recovery."

Yes, and Elma responds.

I swear to God, I will save Rattegart and Ele.