Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Night 94: Witch of the Holy Bottle

"You want some help?

Barton distanced himself from the words thrown at him.

After the landing of the trantrim, we met Gisele for the second time.

At first it was on the coastline.

Giselle and I are connected to the Balaje family, Burton, a place of ancient knowledge.

But at the first contact, it was clear that she already had no old Gisele.

It's crazy.

Or, it's broken.

I'm forcing it to work correctly with something.

Burton was so intuitive.

Correct.

The intuition was overwhelmingly correct.

But Trao, who looks up to heaven and lies down, cannot move.

And Burton, although distanced, was also unable to pull out the small sword on his hips.

The enemy is among the most elite, holy knights (paladins) at the apex of the Cathedral Knights, proud of the Extrum Pope's Agency, a genius and an admired lady.

Naturally, being an outstanding "spindle capable man," what she now offers is the Holy Bottle: Harut, in the Apocalypse (Apocrypha), which supposedly led the whole world to submergement and purification.

Having already experienced that "chira" once, Burton fully understood the stupidity of setting it up here.

On the first encounter, negotiations on the beach were reciprocal, depending on Norman's presence.

Claws of Purification: The absence of Arman and his users, and the current situation with the seriously wounded, was very unlikely to win.

Giselle smiles as if she anticipates Burton's inner calculations.

"Well, Grandpa loves it, and this lad over here -- he can't just have a busy way of talking, Ked -- because it's my taste."

I'm so glad you didn't have that hot and painful Osama.

That's what I added, Gisele stuffed up an intermission with Trao.

"I wonder what kind of blow it is"

Barton asked low.

I already have my hands on the small sword pattern.

If you pull it out, you die.

But if he showed a bare gesture of harm to Trao, ready for it, Burton had already decided on a belly to be slashed.

If you try Burton, Trao is as old as his son, as his grandson.

In the relationship between Serra and Trao, the first of its kind on this journey, he is only Burton, who once overlapped Ashley as his granddaughter: Eunice and her thinker.

Never let this young man be harmed, the temper was released from his whole body.

Now have you seen the light that dwells in its eyes?

Hmm, and Gisele tilted her little neck, laughing and showing it like an innocent girl.

"You were right, Grandpa. I want to help you. I want you to be one of them."

"Why did you do that?

'Cause I think I'm in trouble.

Burton asked what the plan was.

Giselle's response, however, leads us nowhere.

Are you kidding me?

No, not really.

That's what I really think.

Because there's no reason for Gisele to cover it up in this situation right now.

Trao, the only "spindle capable" on this side of the battlefield, is already dead.

Burton is not even a capable man.

If extermination or ravage (carpeting) were the aim, there would not even have been a need to speak up.

If you struck Gisele right after she appeared with a wide area extermination mutant, you would have already had a cat on you.

And yet Gisele didn't.

Why.

The Burtons were there when the river, which was a running water, returned from the dark ditch to it on earth.

In every case, the abundant amount of water swallowed by snowmelting water makes noise.

After a lot of silence, Burton hit Gisele's motive.

Curiosity.

That's also extraordinarily bad tach.

Once I thought of it, I had stopped thinking about other reasons.

Speaking of which, I thought you said.

Something like, "Because otherwise it's not funny".

Now in this country (or so), there are huge signs of war.

Land that has fallen into the Closed Corridor as a result of the deception (gimmicks), wars of aggression and overloads that have been piled up.

Burton's skin popped in spirituality finding "fun" there.

If so, yes.

Now, the type of fun that Gisele is finding in Trao is also imaginary, whether it's of the same kind.

"Grandpa... correct."

And the witch, dressed as a monk, admitted that Burton's terrible reasoning was not worrying.

The word "help" is false.

"But if I don't do something about it, I won't just die, will I?

Even though he admits his “evil," Giselle naturally goes on.

Mmm, and Burton has to roar.

Indeed, Gisele's talent as a "spindle capable man" would be, or exceed, Norman's, headed by the Knights of Catel Hospital.

That is why she is in this hostile land and has continued her journey alone.

"Come on, say no. - Bar, Tong, run, please."

And the response came from an unexpected place.

Trao, lying still, answered from under his painful breath.

Burton has no words.

Gisele slowly narrowed her eyes and widened her grin.

"Cool line. That's what a man does, but I'm skinny."

Giselle said as she walked over to the immobile trao, placing the sacred bottle aside, kneeling down and peeking into her face.

"Shut up, witch"

To Trao's words, which resembled groaning, Gisele responded with a flat-handed strike.

Punch, and hit the cheek.

"Be careful what you say," I said.

Trao no longer has the strength to just say it back.

However, it still looks back from the back of the puffy (soggy), depressed orbit (cancer) with the utmost temper.

"Shit, what's wrong, you're totally the face of a male-- sister, you're vulnerable to that. I'm gonna cum."

I knew I was right to come and see how things were going.

Gisele crouches down to the side of the trao in the manner that she is blurred.

Like a girl who adores small animals.

"You, come with me."

Oh, my God, and Trao's eyes wandered through the universe, missing the meaning.

"So, let's sign a slave deal with your sister."

"Just kidding... don't do it"

To Gisele's proposal, which was reworded, Trao returned a negative sentence reflexively.

"Oh, I can't get through. But as it were, you'd be dead, but you'd disappear from everyone's memories."

"I don't care if you become a slave to Omae."

"Liar. You're afraid of dying, aren't you?

"Fear, etc... don't"

"So what disappears from memory? For example - from the memory of that Co. Can I lose it from my memories? Sella's."

I feel sorry for myself for holding my breath, Trao thinks.

But I didn't deceive you.

As soon as I heard Serra's name, I flashed back again with that brilliant smile and appearance.

"Right? You can't force it. Besides, I wouldn't do anything terrible with a slave. 'Cause it's my type of preference, you know. I'll take care of it and love you. I'll reward you if I get it right."

"I'm kidding... na"

"I'm not kidding. 'Cause, okay? Listen carefully. This is a proposition that took your presence, isn't it? Besides... you don't want it back? About Sella."

Trao felt his hazy consciousness clear, only for a moment.

I'm gonna get Serafina back. - Is that what this woman just said?

"How?"

"You must be kidding. Fight, you."

"I... but not me"

A second flat shot flew to a weak sound with his mouth accidentally.

It was a blow after picking the collar neck and lifting it gently.

"Oi, kid, Omae, is that okay?

Gisele's tone changed.

"You didn't like it. Yeah? I thought you loved him enough not to mind in exchange for Omae's life? I thought you set up a ride for that! I was excited to watch it. Hey! Oops! Don't disappoint me!! You don't want to be the hero.

I wasn't sure what you were talking about.

However, the curse thrown accurately stepped on Trao's heartbreak.

Gu, his chest clogged and tears flooded him instead of the lost words.

It sucked.

I have not been scolded.

My own lack of strength.

I truly hoped that I would like "Chira".

If I had more Chi Chi.

Ashley and Norman are the heroes.

Trao weeping, so I don't know why, Gisele gives a swinging look.

"You want it? Hiragana. Say," Tell your sister what you meant. "

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