Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Few birds live in the desert have polar-colored feathers.

In the landscaped desert, the smaller number of birds changed more vividly each time they ascended the evolutionary stairs in order to find or have them found what would be their number.

But no matter how bright the colour of the feathers, it stains pitch-black in this night and darkness.

The castle in the center of the motorized castle fort Saratoga, wearing a spire.

This bird, which stopped at one of its windows, cannot be an example of that either.

Not rare, not special, not worth it.

A type of cock with green feathers, not uncommon in the desert.

Now, lost in the darkness of the night, and in the everyday landscape during the day, hiding its appearance.

No matter how vibrant, if it becomes commonplace, it's just a landscape.

Therefore, no one noticed the anomaly of this bird.

That this bird, which was flying around, has never (...) gone down to the ground for the past few days, as clung to the manoeuvre castle fort Saratoga.

I didn't have to be a migratory bird, I was just flying around at an impossible height with my cock.

The bird jumps across the window frame and slowly descends into the room.

That's a room on the executive floor.

In a dim room where spiritual stones emit light, there is one man, sitting on a sleeping table.

Wearing a blanket from his head, the man told him to whine, remaining in the position brought to the headboard.

"Is that Mahmoud?

The answer is not returned. Naturally, it's him and a bird in this room.

Nevertheless, the man throws his words at the bird again.

"There was a bug in Saratoga. It could get in the way of the plan."

"Elimination Shiro"

That's an odd voice that can't be with a man or a woman.

It was a man's word that shook his vocal cords behind his cunt's mouth.

"The sorcerer makes it easy for me to say. He's got Miriam stuck. Unlike my sister, who just has a stiff head, I'm sensitive. If I was enlightened, it would be the end of the line."

The man doesn't look surprised that the bird uttered a word, he just throws up like a bump of frustration.

"Execution (c) The day after tomorrow, Solemade II elimination Shilo"

"Chip!"

Eliminate it. When the man pounded his tongue, the bird jumped up onto the bunk (bed) and moved to the side of the man.

"Tsukae"

Along with that one word, when the bird swells his body wide, he spits a white chunk out of his mouth.

It's not a pleasant sight to watch.

I pinch that white chunk of spit up at my fingertips as the man glances at my face.

"Well, that's generous."

The man picked up the sole, the fangs.

One of the rare, and dangerous, demonic props that if you sell it off, you can build one of the mansions. "Dragontooth."

While the man was moaning his fangs with his fingertips, he could hear people in the hallway.

Not so noisy, but the fact that someone comes and goes down the hallway at such a time is in itself unusual on a small executive floor with few residents.

But it's not about caring.

Per Mio's idiot anyway, I guess he's wielding Killier, not even Loc, as usual.

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"Don't push so hard."

"Darn it! If you don't go soon, sister, you're gonna get tired of waiting"

He said he wasn't waiting.

Behind the door we had just passed, with no reason to know that there was a monstrous exchange between the bird and the man, Nanashi was headed to Killier's room as Miriam pushed him on his back.

No matter how heavy your footsteps are, if you don't stop walking, one day you'll reach your destination.

Good word, but it sounds very good to Nanashi today, he won't hear it.

executive floor. Coming to the front of its deepest door, Miriam raised her voice out loud.

"Tochaku!

At that moment when Nanashi takes a deep breath and tries to prepare her mind, Miriam knocks on the door in front of her without getting her hair broken.

Then, shortly after breathing in, the sassy door opened.

It's like putting your hand on the door knob and (...) waiting.

And from the gap between the slightly open doors, the hard-eyed Kirier turns up.

"Here you are..."

"Sister, please wait!

"What are you waiting for! It's true, it's true!

A little bit, my sister laughs at the appearance of her mundane sister.

Sister (Kirier) takes her gaze off her sister (Miriam) and coughs deliberately.

"By the way. Before I let you in the room, Miriam. Did he let you take a bath?

The executive floor has a bath in the room.

"Wow, you told me to let you take a bath in my room! No! No! No! No!"

Keeping only his face out the door, Killier has a bright red face and shakes his head, probably.

I wonder how many times this guy said no today. Blur and Nanashi think.

"Speaking of baths, where is the sand?

To Nanashi's words, Killier and Miriam stop the movement pitifully.

"Hey, wait a minute. What did you just say?

"Where is the sand? But..."

Nanashi answers with a strange look, not knowing what he is being asked.

Of course, I haven't noticed that Killier and Miriam's expression is slightly, blue.

"Also, maybe, you. How do you wash your body?

"That's sand, of course?

"Sand?"

"The dry sand is very clean. If you rub it with sand, the dirt will come off beautifully."

"Ever?

"Yes, I am."

"The way you were born?

"That's right."

Bang! and momentum opened the door, Kirier grabs Nanashi's shoulder silently.

"Oh, you know? Killier?

Ignoring Nanashi's call, Killier screams.

"Miriam! Throw him in the bath now!

"Disappointed! Sister! The laundry tank in the laundry room (cleaning room) is fine, right?

"I don't mind! The filth is disinfectant!

"Stop it. Yikes!

As a result, Nanashi is held beside her by the Alsard sisters and forced to pull down the hallway. The sad voice echoed down the corridor at night.

And an hour later.

"Ugh... this..."

"Ha, you kind of feel weird..."

Ahead of sisters Alsard's gaze, who uplifted her face bright red.

There you are, naked, stripped Nanashi.

He has tears in his eyes while concealing various dangerous areas with his hands, and is drooling on the floor.

After the already spirit-stone wake water flow is thrown into a swirling laundry tank and forced to wash all over the body.

I just managed to get out of the sink while turning my eyes around.

"Ugh... it's awful... it's awful"

Nanashi looks up to the Alsard sisters with her moist eyes, letting her water from her hair.

……

What a destructive force. Killier and Miriam stop.

"Oh, sister, hey, I think I'm going to wake up..."

"Oh, relax, sister. It's something you shouldn't wake up to."

"Sister, who, who"

"Shh, sorry."

Nanashi crushes as she looks at the interaction between them with a pitiful look on her face.

"Please return my clothes..."

Then on the way back to Killier's room.

Killier and Miriam, who regained their calm, said they each had their gaze swim in the direction of the day after tomorrow and the boy of the desert people walked behind them with a tired look.

According to the story of Miriam's fellow maids, who happened to witness it, there was an awkward air, like I had never seen before.

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"Miriam... you can stay here tonight."

Despite words of sight from above, Killier's voice is weak.

"It's floor cleaning day tomorrow, so it's early. I'm sorry. Sister."

Speaking of which, sliding through Nanashi's side, Miriam leaves the room early enough.

Batan

The closing noise of the door sounded slightly louder.

……

Silence that seems to last forever if left alone.

Heavy air, not interrogation.

The more conscious you become, the more the fact emerges that there are two men and women in this small room.

Killier in front of her, in an unsettled manner, twists and turns her fingers in front of her body, trying to talk about something, breathlessly speechless and silent again.

"Oh, um..."

The moment Nanashi never opened his mouth, Killier's body jumped in a freak.

"Hey, hey, what!

"Where should I sleep?

"Oh, yeah, I did! You, ah, over there."

Kirier points to the corner of the room furthest from her bedroom.

When I turned my eyes, there was unnaturally space there.

If you look closer, you can see that the carpet still has the shape of a furniture foot, and until recently, there was some kind of furniture there.

If you look around like that, the furniture arrangement in this room seems unnatural.

Indeed, during the day, Killier said, 'I'll lend you the corner of the room,' but apparently it's not a metaphor.

For Killier, when you say corner, it's corner.

Alone, imagine Killier moving heavy furniture, and Nanashi laughs at Kusuri.

"Look, use this blanket"

Saying so and giving him a pong and a blanket, Killier goes into her bedroom (bed) so that Squirrel can escape into the nest hole.

Nanashi, in a word of thanks, wrapped himself in a blanket in the corner of the room.

A book of silence descends again into the room, and the drowsiness slowly presses over the body.

If you fall asleep like this, there's nothing wrong with saying you're in the same room as a woman.

But......

"Oh, hey, fuckin 'bug, did you sleep?

Killier calls out at that moment when she tries to fall asleep.

"No, I'm still awake"

"Floor, isn't it hard? Should I lay something down?

"Thank you. It's okay."

"Oh well..."

Surprised by Killier's care, he again, closes his eyes and gives himself up to drowsiness.

Once again, at that exact moment when I was about to fall asleep, Killier calls out again.

"Oh, hey, fuckin 'bug, did you sleep?

"............ I'm awake"

Though I gave the answer, after traveling to the world of sleep about the other half.

"Don't you have a hard time sleeping? This room is not very well ventilated..."

"It's okay."

"Oh well..."

In a corner of my head, I meditate (crush) my eyes again, wondering if I'm the kind of person who cares unexpectedly, etc.

It's like I'm already half asleep. Perhaps even if he were called upon next, he would already be a resident of the world of sleep by then.

Nanashi is never a well-asleep person. Even if they talk a little, they won't wake up anymore.

But......

"Are you hungry? I have some good baked sweets (pretzels). Yes, I'll split it with you."

Called out without getting a haircut.

As for the residence position, the landlord's favor cannot be defeated.

Nanashi wakes up with his sleeping eyes (mandarin), receives the baked sweets offered (pretzels), and can almost unconsciously put them in his mouth.

"What do you say? Is that good?"

"Delicious."

For once, I have been there until just before I went to bed completely, so honestly, I can't help but be sleepy, above all taste.

"Right! Mm-hmm. I guess so."

Seeing Killier snort in his arms satisfactorily, because he's asleep, what he thinks comes straight out of his mouth.

"Mr. Killier is actually a good man"

For a moment, after a decent look, Killier laughed small.

"I don't know... good people aren't a compliment to the military. On the battlefield, they die from good people in order. In the first place, it's busy to appreciate adults like good people and bad people when they're kids."

A mouth calling for a fucking bug and a voice so gentle that I don't think it came out of the same place.

Words full of motherhood, like teaching children.

Apparently, motherhood and breast size are not necessarily proportional.

But Nanashi thought: 'I don't like it'.

Specifically about being treated like a child.

The people of the desert are treated as adults at the age of thirteen, and it is not strange to have children at the age of fifteen. So the rumbling words came out of my mouth. To the so-called selling word, it's a buying word.

"Then I'll appreciate women as men. Mr. Killier is a good woman."

Porridge

From Killier's mouth falls the baked sweets (pretzels) that were cooked.

After his eyes are rounded and solidified, he moves his giggles and neck, like an oiled machine, and turns his face toward the Nanashi.

Killier thinks.

I can tell for myself that my cheeks are red.

My eyes moisturize, I can see for myself.

I can see for myself that my face has a fever.

I wonder how brittle I am to be so upset with just one word.

Just say it, Nanashi, who wears a blanket so you can pluck it.

A dark room, out of the darkness in a corner, immediately begins to hear a small sleep.

"Oh, man. You've already slept..."

No reply.

Kirier gently leaves the bunk (bed) and kneels beside Nanashi's sleep.

Looking at his sleeping face, Nanashi looked much younger than his age of fifteen.

"Hey, she's a good woman. Masegaki."

Touch the boy's hair with your fingertips. It's humid and not yet dry.

If you fall asleep in this condition, you'll be in terrible sleep tomorrow morning.

Just fine. I was worried about the boy's bumpy hair.

Tomorrow, when I'm free, I'll hang up.

With that in mind, Killier realizes she's laughing.

At that time, when I felt signs behind me and turned around, I saw one cock stopping by the window to see where I had strayed from.

"Don't peek..."

When Kirier said so that he could shine, the cunt leaned his neck and then flew away.