Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was almost simultaneous that the sound of space hissing and the arc-drawing light strip struck the false god: "Log Solitary".

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But Isma was the only one on the spot who could see that the light strip was not caused by the attack.

"The King entered the castle (Kathleen) - - Did you activate it?"

It is a condition-activated alien that I have given.

It was clear to Isma that it worked.

And where that means.

The position of the pawn was exchanged.

I mean, of Aska and Athelui.

That, too, is in the worst possible situation that can almost be assumed.

No, I had a feeling this was going to happen somewhere in Isma.

Because there was, I wanted to increase the chances of survival on the side of a powerful pawn.

There is no place for human emotions such as mercy or compassion in the Closed Corridor.

Calling Isma's judgment ruthless, outrageous, or imperialistic would be one's own judgment.

But Isma thinks.

Perhaps the heart of Ashley, who witnessed the loss of Athelui and the recapture of Asuka, has been outrageous, he said.

One or two shots will be beaten.

I'm more prepared than that.

However, what Isma guides is not her own retention.

In front of him, Ashley's heart was broken when she showed off her companions as a price.

Anyway, I'm doing a terrible thing, Na, me.

My thoughts got bitter and I showed up.

Well, it's just a sentiment, Kedney.

The man, who finished hundreds of years ago preparing to become a great villain, heh, laughed off his emotions and went back to observing Log Solitary.

The faces of the Sand Lion Brigade, who served as Princess Aska's escort, seem to have given up continuing attacks.

Rattegart is also badly damaged.

Sadly, we could confirm that we haven't even lost our ability to fly, so let's go pick up old Nazif and Timur.

More disturbing than that was the trend in Log Solitary.

The characteristic voice and bright head that rings with the indulgence will be evidence that Athelui has replaced the prisoner as a result of the position exchange carried out.

But from shortly thereafter, [Log Solitari] will stop the stormy hand of "Salvation" and somehow fit into the crumbling Gilgisten Castle.

Izma observed the situation for a while, then concluded.

This is...

"Oh, what's going on? A move to shrink the front and concentrate your power?

Izma's tactical eye discerned the meaning of that strange behavior.

"However, there was another" Log Solitary "connected to it in the capital of Trantrim. Well..."

Apparently, the king's entry into the castle (Casling) as Isma's plotted measure allowed the opponent to choose an unexpected move.

While watching, Log Solitary's attempts to push his giant body into the basement of the fortress, where it emerged, have accelerated.

"But there was an underground passage. Direct to the capital."

Analyzing the information obtained from Ashley, Izma snapped.

And this move-- maybe Ashley set something up.

Or did the "Log Solitary", who had the trap of voodoo poison, detect that it would happen?

I mean, didn't you burn in anger and ─ analyze where Ashley was headed to recapture Athelui?

"Let's do it, little one."

I don't think of Isma, I praise her for being evil.

The amount of emotion Ashle poured on Athelui to give the King of the Devil such a judgment at night, when he lived the years of surpassing Zion and finally finished overloading.

What do you call a being who has such a huge amount of emotions and can give them?

Izma knows.

"And what the hell, maybe, a chance?

"You look good... and have fun. That's right, the forgotten king of earthspiders: a place called Izmagalum"

He was supposed to be exhausted, but seeing the fierce grin that appeared in his mouth, Norman felt as though he understood the essence of the man in front of him.

Of course, that would have been because Norman did not yet know about the King's plot to enter the castle (Kathleen), which was carried out by Isma.

Because if I had found out everything, I would have been a man who would have eaten a literal iron fist faster than Ashley.

"That's for each other... - Norman's husband. I ask you... what are you doing here?

The only woman who could lay herself on the spot from wounds all over her body. The Great Swordsman: Isma responded, looking at Corkar's condition.

While removing some scratch-sealed precious stones from his clothes.

I came looking for you.

And Norman answered the question straight.

Using scratch-sealed precious stones (gems), Isma, who was healing Corkar's injuries, matched their straightness.

"You're kidding. Why are you alone, besides that outfit? What, even in a shipwreck?

"Talking is too long. It's more of a wreck than a wreck."

"... I'm not sure what you're talking about... but... dynamic. Hey, as always"

So, Isma urged, and Norman scratched his head.

"No, that's... what to explain from where"

"Ah? What? Can you talk a little clarity, too? The sound of the fire column is too intense, I can't hear you very well"

"No, that's why... first, let's move. Your wife... can you stand? Um, I'll help you."

Quick to say, Norman gently hugged that giant as he walked over to Corkar.

If it were just armor, the surface might have been seared by a fire column and had high heat, but there is the mighty Focus, the purified claw: Arman.

The embraced corkar could not forbid his cheeks to blush in the gap between being treated like a weak maiden and the chillness of both arms and the heat of the man's flesh.

"So,"

The three of them moved themselves to a place where they would raise a strong radiation fever and roar.

This is also an important decision in the sense of avoiding pursuit on the part of the trantrim.

Izma has built a safe house on the forest floor of leftover snow with astonishing skill.

Everything is a gummy nest, it seems a special tent called.

"These are the tools we use for long distance expeditions."

Where the hell did you emerge from? If you spread it down from the back of the leg sheep (Moomoo), a terribly camouflaged position quickly emerged.

"Anyway, it's a funny story that one of my husbands is rolling through enemy land - coincidentally, it's too much, and even the search party - then which one? … you're in trouble."

"It's quick and helpful to talk. But... where do I start?"

"From a man of high urgency, is it?

"That's it"

Izma urges Norman, who looks uncommonly confused, to hold his medicinal water.

said Norman, who put his mouth on one piece of potion water.

"I have help. Yours"

Norman first mentioned two points.

That is, a trao that is under untreatable attack on the flesh and is endangering its existence.

The other is that the Virgin Mary, Elise, was robbed.

If it was meant to be, there was also the serafina thing there.

But Norman first told us only what was losing its existence and its involvement in our true mission.

Time was really running out.

However, Isma's answer was even more spicy.

"Norman, that's a choice."

I mean, you can only save one of them, Isma said.

"Why!

And I know and it took Norman to eat.

Grab Isma's collar with both hands.

Likewise, Izma knew.

So, what didn't you resist one thing?

Instead I said.

"We don't have time, so let's keep it short. Norman, you don't know how exhausted you are. I'm excited. There will be dogs later. Inject big aliens at all costs for a series of fights, survival from shipwrecks in the winter ocean, and first aid for the wounds Tibicco received, many times too. The usual" spindle capable "would be dead, already. I've been using Chira too much."

"But heh!!

"So, in time, yes. I've been practicing decadence continuously since just now, haven't I? Of course, we'll cooperate. It's just hard to lend a hand to both. In time, too. Besides, it was Yugadir who took Illis, wasn't it? That, without it, there's going to be a level problem involving the world (...)?

Perhaps, from the beginning, Isma's mind count was only one point involving the recapture of the Illis.

And Norman could not possibly know - but only Isma knew the true image of England, which appeared in its climax at the end of the ceremony of the Virgin Mary's rebirth that took place on Catel Island at that time.

"I know! But!"

"I thought he was a man who could abandon his emotions and everything that goes on there if he was to perform his sacramental duties."

said Isma in a cold voice somewhere.

To put it bluntly, I suspected it.

At this point, Isma took Norman.

Or even if I tried, maybe I was there.

"As it is... Trao disappears from this world and from our memories."

Both fists on the floor, Norman said to squeeze them out.

To its appearance, Isma narrows her eyes.

Like discerning the nature of a man named Norman.

Then I exhaled softly.

Shawganener, and the deliberate lines were back to back, and the bitter smile on his face had his own sweetness added and subtracted, and his asshole added and subtracted.

"This was the last card I was supposed to hang up."

Hey, will you come out?

And, he stood up and called behind his jacket wrapping his body.

Norman, who I didn't know was in tears, couldn't understand what was going on, and all I could do was open my mouth and see how it was going.

And a few seconds after Isma's call, when she did, an incredible thread slipped out of her beautiful daughter's embroidery applied to the lining of her coat, and instead of Isma, she began to become naked of life and form a catfish.

"Oh man. You were right to have me come, I knew it, Sa"

In the sight of Norman the daughter, with her grey-brown skin, jumped into Isma's chest in disgrace when she gained her presence.

When he flips his coat and hides his appearance, Izma calls his name.

"I thought you had no turnout this time. I kept it from Ele, too."

"To deceive the enemy, start with your allies. That's our ruler. Make it a building beam, sir ♡"

"No, not so much."

Norman loses himself when he starts an increasingly unclear conversation.

"Oh, I haven't introduced you to my husband yet, have I? This is my wife."

"Yan, don't get me wrong, I can't believe I'm your wife ♡ But I'm really your new wife ♡"

"Look, introduce yourself"

"The earthspider is Betsarion's blood, the princess witch: Elehimera is my sister, my name is Elmameim ♡ and this one time, I see you, Isma?

"Aren't you, Alle?

"Yes, we have killed each other, although not directly. You'll never forget it."

"Seriously?! Hey, I was manipulated to the end of the day. I'm sorry, I really don't remember."

"No more, my husband's accidents ♡"

Hahaha, as the smug Isma laugh sounded, only Norman couldn't keep up with the tension on the field and fell in the next moment.

Stun, is.

That's the effect of the medicinal water Isma made me take.

It was an invitation to forced sleep.