Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"So, what do you do? This kid."

".................. Sorry, I'm so cute"

In bed, looking down at the quiet sleeping girl, Arge looked stifling and grinned bitterly.

At dusk, there is smoke from the chimney that provides evening (yuzu) support.

The black shadow of the window frame stretches long and draws a cross so that it longitudes the body of the girl lying on the bed.

Mindful of the sunset that hit the girl's face, Nanashi closed the curtain and the cross sank in the darkness.

Lying in bed is a slave girl who bought away at a market she visited in the morning.

By the whipping of the shopkeeper, Arge, who had seen him, bought him where he had been forced to die and had just waited to be disposed of.

After being washed of her body, she was handed over in a simple head bag, not in a state where she could already stand and walk, but in a state where her consciousness was cloudy, even when she spoke, she just groaned painfully.

In the meantime, Nanashi carried him back to the inn and managed to bring him back to where his life had nothing else to say, by using up the spiritual stones that encapsulated healing magic, arguably the tiger child.

"I'm not blaming you."

Arge stroking the girl's head with a bitter look.

The look on Nanashi's face, standing behind him, is gentle.

"Those who did not fight have no right to laugh at those who fought themselves even though they were awkward. If you are a people of the desert, even children know it. Thanks to Mr. Arge, at least, the kid didn't have to die. There's no way I can blame Mr. Arge for not doing anything."

Round your eyes, Arge looks back.

"... Nanashi. You."

When Arge and I met each other, Nanashi smiled small.

"But if we fail to return tonight to infiltrate the castle of Gergios, the life of this child, who was saved at the corner, will again be in danger. So..."

"Uh, it's nasty to go alone. You don't look good on me."

Preceding Nanashi's words, Arge slams it off.

Nanashi looked as subtle as he had swallowed, even if it was something weird.

"I'm fine. I will surely return to this child. If you have a problem with it, you can make a fool of yourself."

With that said and laughing, Arge strokes the girl's hair once again, about eight years old, to burning redhead, brown eyes, skin white as it falls out. I don't care what you think. I don't think much of Escalis Meermill's appearance as a human being in a situation where I try to imagine her situation, but I don't even know where she is from.

"You're the one who's got the prize neck."

Yes, that's more of a problem than imagining her situation.

Nanashi opens his mouth, leaving a slightly obstinate atmosphere for interaction from earlier.

"Well, if you say Xaragi is the new lord, you don't even know that. Kisaragi is" My Loved One, "so you simply want to see her."

"Whoever says" I love you "is really creepy..."

Tear up the Nanashi while pretending that Arge will.

That's when my little hand grabbed Arge's one-piece hem.

"Are you awake?

I guess my consciousness is still unclear. The blurred gaze is directed towards Arge, who peeks into the girl's face.

"What is this place?

"It's a guergios inn. Looks like you had a hard time, but you're okay now."

"Who are you?

"I'm Arge. I bought you from a slave trader."

To the words, the girl's eyes open wide and she tries to jump out of bed.

"It's okay, I'm not going to treat you like a slave. My body's not all right yet, I'd better stay asleep."

So, Arge, when he puts the girl to bed again, he softly hangs a blanket on her.

"Why...?

"Hmm? Did I buy you out? I'm just not an adult enough to watch a little kid like you dying. By the way, can I have your name?

"Nino... so... su"

The girl answers nasty as she buries half her face in the blanket.

"Nino. I'm Arge. This is my husband's garbage."

"Hey! Mr. Arge!

Arge turned his arm around Nanashi's neck, which he tried to correct, and in a neck stiffening position, turning his back on the girl, he whispered (sayingly) with a small voice in Nanashi's ear.

"If this kid gets asked by the innkeeper and he runs his mouth by your real name, it's the end of the roll. In the meantime, until we leave Gergios, in front of this girl, it means we're a couple."

"But won't you stop trashing?

"I wrote it in my lodging book, so I don't know what else to do, but hey trash scum. Oh, it's different cuss, it's trashy."

"You said it on purpose."

Noticing Nino's gaze at the two people arguing in a whisper, Arge coughs and talks again.

"Looks like Nino's not from this country, but where did he come from?

"Nedel."

"Nedel? That's a northern country. It's a long way off."

Kokun and Nino nod small.

"War. Nino caught. Sold."

That's a tough answer. Apparently Nino doesn't speak so much of the official language (Common).

"Is Nedel at war now?

"Yar. Permafrost Country and"

"Permafrost country? It must have been Princess Sword's country."

Nanashi pinched his mouth on the familiar country name.

"Kenki? You know Kenki?

"Yeah, I know. What's wrong with Princess Sword?

"I sold Nino, Kenki."

The two of them face to face with Nino's words.

"How many sword princesses are there?

"I've never heard of it, but it would be like two names. If that's what they call it, there won't be any surprises."

"Oh, right, right. Some people, like Mr. Arge, call themselves" The Double Knife. "

"All right, Temeye, get on the table!

Where did that fit in, Arge taps up a piece and pulls a curved knife (sham seal) out of the hem.

"Uh no! No, you can't. Mr. Arge, Nino will be frightened!

When Arge glances slightly at Nino, he does have a convulsive look, so he smacks his tongue small and punishes him with a curved knife (shamseal). And Nanashi vowed to his heart not to leave Nino for a while.

Nino was then on guard about Arge for a while, but waits to calm down and talk again.

"I'm not going to treat Nino like a slave, but until we get out of Gergios, will you pretend to be a slave?

Nino looked strange for a moment, but immediately nodded small.

"Yada Jibu. I'll pretend."

"About me, ma'am, you just have to call me husband about this guy"

"Arge is your wife, your husband... is garbage... garbage scum? Nee, it's garbage."

"Hahaha, Nino is smart. That's right. He's a trashy husband."

Nanashi shrugged as he watched Arge and Nino laugh with pleasure.

"I don't know, I'm starting to feel forgiven for being angry."

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"You won't be attacked while I'm here, will you? You really don't have to be without me, Mio."

That's what Fatima puts on Mio's worried face.

Today, three days after Strasbourg grounded out.

The loading of materials for the repair of the walls was completed without delay and today, Strasbourg is scheduled to depart from Saratoga and begin moving Fatima to the capital.

With regard to the situation surrounding Saratoga, we are talking to Fatima and Fanasard after this, including the fact that Asmodimos will be raiding.

From Fanassard, after leaving once, he flipped over and received an offer to pinch Asmodimos, but Mio only thanked him and said no.

Keeping Princess Wang on the list and joining the fight yourself means that Fanassard himself could be held guilty.

Besides, it's not really Saratoga that Asmodimos is after, it's not like it could be Fatima. It would be better for Strasbourg to leave the land as soon as possible and have Fatima delivered to the capital.

"We're done loading the materials, but the construction time for the broken walls is two weeks, right? Can you pick up and shoot Asmo Dymos in Saratoga in such a state of inability to move?

"It's okay, Fana. Take care of yourself. I don't know what you're after, you creepy bastards. And Sister Fatty. I have one favor to ask..."

Too yum (more), flushes Fanasard's worries, and Mio turns to Fatima.

"Fatty, I want my sister to wear an escort."

Miriam, maybe you're after the princess? And the whining is casting a shadow on Mio's heart. Wearing an escort was the result of an unthinking attempt by Mio to do everything he could. I guess I saw that Mio serious look. Fatima nodded honestly.

"Okay. Where's the escort?

As Fatima glances around, a yellow-haired girl about eight years old peeps into her face from behind Mio.

"Let me introduce you. This girl is Marne Beatrice."

"What? You're a child, aren't you?

"I can't tell you the details, but Marne can use powerful magic."

Well, a magician might sufficiently help even the younger ones. Fatima honestly thought so.

"Nice to meet you, Marne"

"Yeah, hey. Greetings."

That's what Marne laughed innocently at.

"The Beatrice three sisters are quite troublesome, but, well, Marne is a lot easier to understand than the other two"

"Easy to understand?

"Well, Marne's honest, so she'll never lie."

Honest kids are certainly adorable. But I was curious to Fanasard, who was listening right next to Fatima, to say the way Mio had taken it around.

"You asked me, Marne."

"Yeah, I don't like it, but I lost at Grandpa (MVOI Pee Wei), so you're going to have to say it. I hate it so much."

"You're kind of a poisonous kid."

"Be honest, 'cause you'll never lie"

I see, like this, Fanassard made a point.

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When he finished checking on the bridge's monitor that Strasbull disappeared across the horizon under the cedar sky, Mio spoke up to the people gathered there.

"Everyone, I want you to listen. Probably going to be raided by Asmo Dymos tonight.

It is highly unlikely, however, that the Asmodimos themselves will come on board to mount a siege. Because the walls of Saratoga collapse and you don't have to cross them.

Perhaps they will deploy ground troops and attempt to break through Saratoga's damaged walls.

But we're grabbing their raid. I also know where you might be attacking me. The opponent's troop strength and composition are unknown, but there are no examples (occasionally) of a successful surprise attack when the timing was read in ancient times. Thoughtful, handy but good!

At the same time that Mio's words are over, Bridge is engulfed in cheer.

But Mio didn't wait for the cheer to break, and continued to give instructions.

"The command of the Heavy Infantry Corps (Phalanx) is Pennell. Check with Miriam directly for the steps. Meshmendi and Kirier joined the war as guerrillas. Attack at your discretion."

When I say that, I move my neck slightly and look around like I'm looking for someone.

"Killier, is Gustavo still useless?

"Ha, I'm still a resident of the trance world."

"Killier, you, you're really being punished, but there's a limit to it."

"Ha, I'll be careful in the future!

In the meantime, the reply was good, but Mio seemed pitiful (fuzzy) about Killier's appearance that he seemed not to be reflecting at all on what Arge was going to do next to be punished by Killier.

"Sir Cerdis, Schmelvi, your lords are warm tonight. The real battle is not tonight. However, Schmelvi saw ten healing magicians (Mitsuruo) and organized an ambulance team. Let Cephal take command.

Sephal is Schmelvi's deputy, and the owner of a rich breast no less than Schmelvi.

It was an open secret that the mysterious confrontational structure of Killier and Arge's lactating group against Schmelvi and Sephal's boobs had created a real deep groove between the Sorcerers and the Kingsguard.

"Pennell! Loading spiritual stones brought in from Strasbourg and how are they installed?"

"Ha! It's all done as I told you."

To that reply, Mio looked around and said to everyone as he nodded satisfactorily.

"Then I'll drop all the lights in half an hour more than this! Destroy the fools who are lost in the darkness and lost in our midst!