Sanzen no Souru Supina

When the formations were laid down and covered with a tent, he left the people packed with greetings and tributes, and Isma caged (also) behind the Divine (Warshline) with Elma.

Out of pure faith, or profit-savvy people came together without a whip, and the perimeter of the barracks set on Isma's formations of tall hills just so happened to present the face of Gateway Town.

The town of Gateway means the city formed around the spiritual obvious cathedrals and temples, so we see Isma as our real esteem.

It is proof that this battle is already a festival, as Isma and Elma have been exploring.

To tell the truth, the new king or Isma, who reigns as “God”, should have interacted with them and gained popular pleasure by exchanging words, songs, dances and booze.

But I couldn't.

One of the most important tasks as a ruler to make popular support firm, but it was the wedge Cal had finally struck in that was doing Isma and making it difficult.

Isma was in pain and anguish as she was scratched in the chest by Rattegart's singing, heard from the castle aboard the music celebrating the crowned festival.

"I was there, and this is what happens, so you can't be serious."

Even if you show it with a bitter laugh to keep your chest down, you haven't misled the pain.

Elma had never seen Isma like this before.

"When it's hard, you don't have to do it. - Isma, thank you. You're so sweet."

"If it's not ruthless, the king won't get stuck. Well, that disqualified the king. I don't know if I deserve it."

Elma hugs Isma silently and wonders if she can relieve her heartache.

"You'll do it, Cal. Still, I thought you were a chick, Aoyagi, but why, how can you be so grand? It's an advanced technique to swallow the whole idea, get involved, and then roll it back in."

But more importantly, this works.

Isma laughs bitterly at Rattegart's love song.

It's a love song about a war maiden who thinks and admires Isma.

"If they listen to me like this for two more minutes, I'm gonna get nervous."

Elma stiffened herself to the blurry, weak sound that came out.

"He totally understood what a psychological battle like this (Netrale) is like after Bok took my two sisters. I know exactly where to break your heart if you step on them. I researched and researched what I was done, and I elevated myself to technology and aesthetics."

"Isma sama."

It was Elma who raised her face resolutely and relatively to the weak sound of Isma, which emerged indefinitely when she opened her mouth.

"Yes?"

"Use me, Elma, as an instrument. Be familiar with Ratte!

"Okay?

To the suggestion that it's too abrupt, just Isma also has to make her eyes black and white.

What state does it mean to use as an instrument as well as a latte? and Erma began to untie the scarlet (hibama) knot in front of Isma, who would defeat him.

I see. Aside from opening the book and referring to the word untie, that's what Isma's brain means. And Isma's brain makes an instant escape.

But Elma's demands are sudden.

"If your brother is doing this, this is until you break your brother's heart again. Isma, if you listen to how Elma sounds, if you listen to how much you think Isma, you can't be calm!

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Well, what kind of a sudden development of reason is that?

Isma is upset and letting her fingers go and go between herself and Elma.

"Isn't it Isma who said that she rebelled and repeatedly researched what she had been done and sublimated to technology and aesthetics? Exactly. He is the brother who burned in his eyes where we give in and fall in front of him. It's a deep wound. That's why I know where they're weak because they're deeply hurt. I bullied myself for that, but..."

But Elma pressed. Those eyes are serious in themselves.

"But isn't that a profound fear of knowing how I and Sister Ele fell into Isma - the flip of that? Can't you say that it's a choice because you don't want to know, see, or think about how we tear together? My brother still loves us. That's why obsession, that's why restraint. I know."

Because even so, I still love Brother Cal.

"So that's why I'm letting you listen. How I will be loved by Isma. Make a lasting vow of love and devotion. As an instrument!"

Pokan, and even Isma's chin was a suggestion that was going to come off.

Would there ever be such a suggestion as to drain the liver?

Certain birds say they fight to gain the love of the maiden of their heart with singing as a display of their courtship, or with dances that show off their beautiful feathers.

Is this a subspecies of that song battle?

Isma is afraid or turns back, because of her sexuality (because of), her strength, her sagginess, and her pity, she has lived for more than 800 years and loses more words.

The dark conspiracy behind it is not the only thing in the ruse.

There are ways to do this.

You do?

"And... Elma, you're a lot more confident in singing, aren't you? I'm still a former princess! As an instrument, you can't beat a true knight maiden, Ratte, etc! With the pride of Betsarion!

Erma's cheeks were cheerful and her eyes were moisturized as she leaned against Isma.

Isma doesn't know if that's coming from shame or excitement.

"Isma, are you sure? This is a ruse, an operation, so it's not a trick, is it? Relentless, you played, right? So much so that Elma's throat is broken, do you disobey me?

Perhaps I'm not quite sure what I'm talking about, so much so that Elma's tone is disjointed.

As a result, the unprecedented song battle will continue until the time limit is critical.

And the battle under the water.

A moment later, Elma is sneaking into the Column Palace.

It's not a mistake.

This is what Elma's proposed measures really are.

Of course, the brutal to beautiful song battle that keeps the two women ringing as instruments is still ongoing.

But Elma was letting a moment's worth of it be recorded in a shadow painting that was reflected in the tent.

The recording medium is the tent itself.

I'm in the middle of repeating that memory right now.

This is Isma's extraction, and an arrangement can also be added.

It is also difficult to allow scouts to dive into this formation in Sibiri Shmeri, who lost Dajra, who was a front-line commander.

It's not that easy to break through.

Elma's strategy was three-step.

One is to cut Cal's measures down.

At the very least, overshadowing a situation that only makes Isma angry.

One is the restoration of Isma's war will.

To be physically reminded that Rattegart is not the only one, Elma, and Ele, who waits for help, is here.

And the last one is to rescue Ele while the battle is being established.

Even Isma needed to use amazing measures to do this.

No way can you predict, right now, that a princess witch, who should be playing as an instrument in the arms of a man you love, is single, diving into the place, etc.

It was because Isma had the task of being loved as an instrument because she could not do so without the situation in which even pain was converted into pleasure by the patronage of the wild god: (Ibizus).

It is the treatment of stripping each of its raw skins of the engraving of detection applied to Elma's flesh.

By Rattegart's "Valkyrie's Pact," it should not have been difficult to eradicate the abominable engraving on Elma's body if it were the current Isma, which could wield the power of the Arakathi: "Ibizus" to a considerable level.

But then this measure will not be achieved.

The engraving of detection required me to live and continue to exercise its efficacy.

A doll pasted with it deceives Elma's location and dramatically increases the chances of success of this infiltration.

But doing it is nothing more than experiencing the fear of being dismantled while living.

What I suggested myself, and even more so, how by the hand of the man I love, it is not half-baked.

And that's the same thing about the price of the therapeutic system's inertia.

Waste Gods: Instead of "Ibizas" and "Valkyries Pact" given by Rattegart, it was an operation that I would not have thought of.

My spine trembled considering the price Izma would pay.

So Elma will never forget her beloved memory, trembling with the fright and fear of being stripped of her raw skin.

Just to be clear...... I'm a jerk.

I felt unanswerable comfort in the pain of being suffocated if it was normal and the shame of being tested under my skin.

When it comes to the feeling of being newly replaced with Isma, I can't put it into words for a bit.

Elma has decided to have the other engravings removed in the same way.

I think of myself as a handsome daughter.

But it's okay.

Because I am insane.

With love for that one.

"You shouldn't, not if you're immersed."

Elma breaks through the castle fortress without difficulty due to the alien powers that blend into the shadows.

Elma's flesh was still embedded with selective keys that allowed her to break through the boundaries of the Column Palace, and Elma was the most powerful spellman of her time, knowing all about the structure of this palace.

Not only are you just a soldier, but even a high-ranking "spindle" capable person is not something that can capture a well-hidden elma.

It is extremely difficult in itself to sense.

Literally a shadow, Elma heads to the place of destination, to the deepest part of the Column Palace.

The earthspider race is regarded as being as high as those who lay deep underground.

Exceptionally, the company of Ibizus is on the top floor because of its role as an advertising tower for other races, bridgeheads against the terrestrial world and as a threat.

Or the symbolic significance of staring around.

Anyway, my sister to be rescued: Elehimera should be imprisoned in the deepest part of the Column Palace.

And there was a tent in the painting of the Great Galaxy, the chamber of the royal family.

nests (nests), that space called is a kind of maze delimited by cloth.

Elma stopped her hand as she stepped into the steps.

Threads strewn everywhere.

It was set up by Cal.

It is a vibration sensing, and a trick that can even pick up the fine wobbles of the fabric as audio.

A thoughtful and obsessive Cal.

But Elma can't really hate that obsession directed at our sisters.

She also loved Calcasas as her brother.

But if you're asked either Isma or Cal, that's something you don't have to ask.

Elma slips through that vibration-sensitive net by unraveling herself like a thread.

Elma's specialty: Unweave Self.

You can break down your presence into a collection of yarns, lurk as embroidery on the back of your garment, or slip through gaps in obstacles.

Undefensible from disassembly to reconnection, but the perfect way to infiltrate a place like this.

It may also be useful to disassemble all of the gear, including the Focus, if worn.

Elma assimilates herself into the fabric as if she were part of the fabric herself.

If there was a presence that could see how it was, I'm sure that when the beautiful embroidery did, I would have seen it cross the fabric sea like in the video.

In the depths of it, sister: Ele was there.

How much violence have you been subjected to?

On its pure white skin, the marks that remained rough told the story of Ele's ordeal over the course of the week.

Erma did not stop when she reconnected, but gave herself to the skin.

Genius that allows voice to be delivered via yarn: Speak in Voice Connect to keep vibrations out.

"My sister... it's late. Isma is here."

"I was sure you'd come, and I believed you'd come. So it wasn't hard."

It couldn't have been difficult, etc.

But Ele was more heartbroken by her appearance than by mourning the humiliation she had suffered.

Elma replenishes the ele with medication and moisture to supplement her strength by mouth transfer.

When Elma unshackles Ele, she unties him with a trembling hand and removes the appliance.

As with Ele, who desperately kills her voice, she breaks the last commandment in silence, crying before Elma's eyes, that is, on Ele's belly, and it has fallen.

It was about the size of a medium-sized dog.

It had the face of a spider.

The flesh was like a potato worm.

It was brought together in an uninspiring, textured restraint that - Dajra - was the result of being the deputy chief of this Sibiri Shumeri.

Dajra, who was defeated by Izma and was seriously wounded dying, was supposed to look like this by Ida's suture surgery.

I laughed misplaced. It jumped up, and what was Dajra jumped at Elma the next moment.

But Elma bounces off that pathetic creature when he strikes down his left hand.

Elma's prowess as a complete killer is one of the finest in Civili Sumeri.

But in the sense of an alarm and its triggering, Dajra played a full part.

I touched Cal's stretched thread trigger.

The fabric that was walled suddenly catches Dajra's flesh.

The Summoning Gate of the Grappler Worm, set up by Dajra himself to capture Elma at the top of Mount Siddhara, in front of the company of Ibizas, was planted everywhere in this tent.

A trap that invokes a summoning organism that captures its opponent with its powerful limbs.

One of them started.

A screaming alarm sounds as you continue to stand, without getting your hair in between, and a cage of black force fields descends.

However, Elma starts the "Spindle" without getting her hair in, and lifts the cage of the force field that comes down by her powers.

Likewise, a spell-based mutant bump, but many of this automatic trap was once placed by Cal considering his own absence.

With regard to the spell, Elma is not going to take the delay, even if his brother, Carcasas, is his opponent.

It was for a moment that each other's "chips" were antagonizing each other.

Elma finishes stamping and stamping the fall, or the slowly falling plaid lifts up.

Sister, hurry up.

Flirting with her fluttering body, Ele still hasn't hesitated to peel off her sheets and run off for a small run, still a daughter raised as a murderer.

Everything has changed since I was a princess witch, but - I'm not going back to this dark hole where I've looked back and built up resentment.

Ele took her hand with Elma, who had caught up with her, and ran out.

To distinguish it from the past.