Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"Master Morgen says so too. You guys should get some rest today. Until Lady Sanettone returns, there must be nothing."

"No, thank you."

A man with a plain face closes the door by giving it back to a soldier of his own free will who led him to his room.

Soldiers returning to Asmodimos with Morgen were passed into rooms for visitors in the castle rather than in regular barracks.

One of them is this three-person room.

"Lady, you're all right now."

"Yeah, thanks, Uncle"

When the man with the plain face looked back and said so, the boy soldier who was sitting down on his sleeping table thanked him and unwrapped the bandage that was wrapped around his face.

What emerged from under the bandage was the face of a gentle girl with no scratches.

The girl's name is Miriam.

There is naturally a reason why this girl, a housekeeper (maid) but also a Saratoga military teacher, infiltrated Asmodimos until she disguised herself.

"So, are you sure you don't want to?

"Yeah, I'll do it. That's why I'm here."

Without waiting for the end of Miriam's words, a man lying on a large letter on his sleeping table until then, when he jumps up, pokes his finger at Miriam's nose tip.

It's a man called 'The Young Builder' by the other soldiers.

"Lady, that's all I'm telling you! We're not going to betray the Asmodimos. I'm just going to avenge Master Sanettone, and we're going to work together just for one thing! Don't get me wrong!

The man with the plain face flaunts his shoulder in a slightly exciting 'young' appearance.

"Oh, you're so obsessed with that."

"Like that? That's not true!

"I don't think so!

Morgen's parents decided to help your daughter!

We just believe in our parents and obey them!

Oh, you don't even know that!

"No, I am..."

"Plagiarism" smiles at Miriam on her ass with a mouthful of "Young Maker".

The original face is delightful even when I say smile, so it was only to the extent that my eyeballs dropped slightly.

"I'm sorry, young lady"

"Yeah, that's right.

Even I'm important to Saratoga. My uncles care about Asmo Dymos, don't they?

That's why I need to find out who Golem is, who's made up of Uncle Asmodimos.

You have to defeat the Golem that turned you into Uncle Asmodimos while you don't have to fight him. "

"Young Maker" looks up hackingly to Miriam's words.

"Plagiarism" opens its mouth once again, nodding contentedly at the look of it.

"Then goodness hasten.

My parents are too conspicuous when they move, so they tell me to escort your daughter with me and "Young Builder".

Master Sanettone's private room for the purpose is on the fourth floor.

If Lady Sanettone were to be absent, if he went up to the fourth floor, the patrol soldiers would hardly be around.

However, it's a problem that Sanettone only has the keys to Sanettone in the boulder. "

"Then I'll be fine. I've asked Sephal to cage the magic of" Unlock (Aprilechia) "in a spiritual stone."

"Oh ho! Is that what you are, you can empty your nest all you want, well."

"Uncle, I'm not going to tell you anything."

The three of them left the room dignified.

Miriam also wears a bandage on her face again, wearing a sword that she can't even use on her hips.

The patrol soldiers I met on the way up the stairs were not particularly suspicious when they said they were headed to Morgen's room on the third floor executive floor.

In fact, make it 'plain light', make it 'young'. It's a real Asmodimos soldier.

There was even such a scene when the patrol soldiers we met on the way were familiar with each other and celebrated each other's safety.

That's how we spent the third floor, reaching the fourth floor.

After going up to the fourth floor, act more cautiously.

Except when on patrol, it is the occupied area (private area) of the lord where the general soldiers are prohibited from entering.

If a boulder finds you here, no excuse will work.

One floor on the fourth floor is round, the occupied area of the Lords (private area).

Mio is Saratoga's executive space. It would seem quite luxurious to think that one room, which is not even very large, is used as a private room, but this would be what the lord is.

One way or another, Mio is weirder.

A long hallway with good prospects, in the centre of which is the door of Sanettone's own room.

Miglia hears Sanettone's own door as the two "plagiarists" and "young builders" alert each to both sides of the hallway.

From inside, besides the sound of the air that oops, I can't hear anything.

When Miriam takes the gripping large spiritual stone out of the leather bag on her hips, she pushes it against the keyhole and chants the 'Holy Word' as Sephar taught her.

"Unlocking (Aprilecia)"

When the spiritual stone was small and bright, there was a sound of cachary and unlocking.

"Plagiarism" and "Young Maker" looked at each other and nodded, gently pulling the knob and opening the door small, Miriam first enters the room.

Then 'Young Builder' and finally 'Plagiarism' slipped into the room.

'Plagiarism' asks bewildered from behind against Miriam, who stands flat.

"Hey, lady, I've never been in a lord's room before, but is this what it is?

"Yeah, at least I don't think it's normal."

A huge room that almost occupies the fourth floor of Asmo Dymos Castle.

Three people in sight were sleeping quarters and side shelves (side chests)

It's like an uninhabited island floating in the middle of a vast ocean, just placing it flat, and there's nothing else in this room.

Bewildered by the likeness of that room, which smells too thin of life, Milia and the others walk toward the bedside placed in the center of the room.

Miriam finds herself on the red carpet on the floor and marks on the furniture legs on her way to the bedside.

That shows that this room was not originally this idle. I can't imagine why, but does that mean I deliberately opened the place?

However, in the current situation of fishing indoors, there is very little to look for, and this situation should not be welcomed.

Start with the side shelves (side chests).

If I don't see it there, I peel off the sheets of the bed, and as I think about it, I open the drawers on the side shelves (side chests) in order from the bottom.

A drawer with almost nothing in it.

And the last time I opened the top drawer, something really rolled in my desk.

That's a ring.

Old rings with silver oxidized and dull surfaces without even being cared for.

That was the one thing that had been thrown into it unconstitutionally.

"... bingo"

Miriam shrugged as she pinched the ring and observed it in detail in front of her.

Definitely.

This is a ring that is the mark of Lord Saratoga.

Three years ago, he was swallowed by quicksand with Frode, Mio's uncle, who tried to seize Uncle Saratoga's status and was supposed to have lost it.

The ministers who had served since Bosmus and others' past insisted that we should look for that ring no matter what, but Mio didn't fit in.

He said that it is for the people to ask whether the lord qualifies, and it must not be like being dictated by one ring.

A man who, multiplied by the death of his former Uncle Saratoga, exiled Mio and tried to take over Saratoga.

By Mio and Miglia with the help of Princess Sword of Silver Ridge, I didn't know that a man banished to the desert would come to avenge me in this way after he was out of breath.

Miriam thought her spine would get cold, even though she was half-expected.

Gently return the ring to its original position and look back to 'Plagiarism'.

"Uncle, I can see who the guy who's pretending to be Uncle Asmodimos is."

"Really?

"Yeah, I'm gonna get out of here and go strasble like this.

So I'll rendezvous with my allies and hit my hand, and then I'll take care of it. "

With the end of Miriam's words, the door opens with a rambling sound.

A man in a robe wearing a hood from across the door into the room was seen in the sight of Miriams looking back at the door.

"Don't bother with that."

A man in a robe with a thin smile on his mouth.

"Plagiarism" and "Young Maker" pull out their swords and stand in front of men like they hide Miriam behind their backs.

From behind the two, Miriam asks, observing the man in the robe calmly.

"Who?"

"I don't know your lord by name."

"I look familiar. You're the occupier of Mahmoud's children."

When 'The Young Builder' poked his finger at him and said so, the man in the robe snorted furiously.

"A child. You're a child. I am Lord Mahmoud's faithful servant.

Unfortunately, I keep failing here. If I went back prepared to be punished, I'd have to thank you all for the chance of salvation. "

Saying so, the man in the robe kneels (kneels first) and presses his palms to the ground.

"The SWIMBORO!

When a flash of light runs on the ground with a man's cry, it begins to draw shapes one after the other, round, triangular and inverse triangular, and disappears when the divine script appears to surround it.

"Warcraft Summoning (Levoca dei Demoni)"

The black smoke rises from the outer circumference of the magic formation wondering how many times the central circle has been shaken, and the black beast's (aftermath) pops along with the central circle, a roar so loud that you want to block your ears from it.

A giant warcraft crawls out in a roaring voice before the staring 'plain light' and 'young' eyes.

Black Dog

"Ah, ah, ah"

Too often, "young" pointed to it without force as he moved his mouth like a goldfish lacking acid, and "plagiarism" smiled and scratched his head without force at Miriam.

"Scatter! Black Dog (Black Dog)!"

As the man in the robe waves, the Warcraft flies toward the three of them.

Approaching teeth.

The men bite at their powerlessness, but cover themselves to protect Miriam.

Close your eyes and 'plagiarism' awaits only the coming of the moment.

But the pain I was prepared for never came.

It hits the cheek, the raw odor of the beast and a hot breath.

A fierce roar.

At least, there's definitely a warcraft in front of us.

Slowly opening his eyes, he has a huge mouth of warcraft spread out in front of him.

"Hih!"

Unexpectedly, a voice leaks from the back of my throat.

But the beast is full of dandruff, and he cannot go any further.

When I stared, a clear wall stood between the beast and the 'plagiarists'.

"Oh, my God, I summoned demons from Purgatory. They showed me something unusual. Wow."

From behind, the Miriams look back unexpectedly when they hear a woman with a sweet tone on her nose.

"Master Schmelvi!

"Huh."

It was Schmelvi, Saratoga's lead magician, who was supposed to be investigating in Strasbourg under the guise of running away.

"Why are you here?

"Why, what, all the time? I suppressed your perception."

Schmelvi poses to bend over and accentuate her chest for some reason.

Maybe something like this has become a habit already.

"Well, there's a delightful face man"

"Pleasant face?!

"Plagiarism" ceases when Schmelvi points to me.

I just never thought people I met would say delightful faces, etc.

"I wonder if you could take Miriam and get away with it."

When he says that, Schmelvi points to the black dog (black dock) that is even in front of him and squeals small.

"Javelin"

At that moment, when the lightning bolted from Schmelvi's fingertips took the shape of a spear, it pierced the eyebrows of the black dog (black dock).

A warcraft that turns to dust and vanishes with a pitiful voice.

The two "plagiarism" and "young creation" are just wolves.

"Come on."

Schmelvi rushes' plagiarism ', shaking his chest without having to.

Anyway, "Plagiarism" and "Young Builder" take Miriam's hand on each of them, and they push toward the door in such a way that they pull back.

"Let him go!

A man in the robe waves to Millia and the others trying to slip through the sides.

At that moment, a fireball flying out of Schmelvi's hand lands at the foot of the man in the robe, and the man is bounced backwards by the impact.

"You say it's unchanging?!

The man looks to Schmelvi as he wakes up his body.

Millia and the others have already left the door and the footsteps running down the hallway are already far away.

"What, are you surprised by this? Shallow bottom. Wow."

"Did I say Schmelvi... I see, I remember.

It's a pleasure to meet you. "

"Thunder Bull"

As soon as those two names came out of Robe's man's mouth, Schmelvi's expression disappeared.

He walked toward Tsukatsuka and the man as he leaned down, and when he raised his face, what was there was the shape of a ghost that let the blood vessels of the extreme thickness float around his forehead.

Grabbing and twisting the chest barn of the man who shook his body vividly, Schmelvi said just one word in an uninterrupted (well) tone.

"Coroszo"

What was the sweet way to talk until then?

"Hey, something, you know, the... swimmer"

The man in the robe turned too small on the sword screen to look away.