Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Episode 88: We Drink

Hearing the bursting sound of "Fireball (Fiamma)" behind his back, Miriam jumps out into the hallway so that he is drawn to "Plague" and "Young Maker".

When "Young Maker" shuts the door abusively, "Plagiarism" looks back at Miriam and raises her voice.

"Lady, drop your sword! Run!"

If it were to escape, it would only weigh heavily on unusable swords and such.

Miriam, as she is told, hurriedly removes the sword from each sword belt, throwing it down on the floor.

"Young Builder" comes to the tail as "Plagiarism" begins to tow Miriam's hand and run the lead, pulling out his sword and alerting behind him.

"Young lady, what is that milk that makes you your sister?

"Plagiarism" asked Miriam without looking back.

"Master Schmelvi is a Saratoga magician. I hear you're an armed sorcerer, but I don't know how strong you are."

"You're an armed sorcerer, then I'm relieved!

If you could just buy us some time to escape, I guess the magician would have a math to escape.

Sacrificing a woman and running away. I'll give you a big eyeball later. "

Running through the long corridor and reaching the stairs, "Plague" instructs "Young Builder" to lay his sword.

"Look, we're gonna do everything we can from here to upstairs, there's plenty of patrols upstairs and downstairs, and some of the guys back from Saratoga with us.

If we go down that far, he can't be impotent either.

From there, we'll go for the castle gate with nothing to eat, and we'll get out of Asmodimos by using Morgen's parents, okay?

"Plagiarism," "Young Maker," and Miriam nod at each other face to face.

"All right, let's go!

Together with the "plagiarism" hanging, the three began to run down the stairs, to each of them.

Speaking of foot speed, 'young' is still the fastest.

"Young Builder" makes a bare gesture of caring about Miriam when he turns around sparingly sometimes wondering if he ran down a few steps ahead of Miriam at the rear.

But halfway down the stairs leading to the third floor, in front of the dance floor, all of a sudden, I wondered if the "young man" had trembled his body with a bicun, falling down the stairs, waving his hands and feet in an unspoilt direction, like a puppet (marionette) with a broken thread.

"Young build?!

"Young builder?!

Miriam and "Plagiarism" rush over to the young making.

But it was clear to everyone that 'young creation' was already breathless when it arose.

There was a big hole in his forehead, like a sharp one.

"Damn it!"

Standing apart from the body of 'Young Maker', 'Plague Light' looks around as he hangs his hand on his sword.

I don't know what happened to 'The Young Builder', but there's definitely something here.

Painfully silent wraps' plain light 'and milia.

When I felt the illusion that time was slowing down and a cold sweat seeped through my "plagiarism" forehead.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

There was too much deliberate laughter from around the top of a few steps of the stairs that had just rushed down.

"Plagiarism" with Miriam looking back in haste.

In that vision, the silhouette of a gentle, round man is reflected.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Miriam, it's been a long time. How are you?"

"Thanks to you. So, what should I call you about you?

To that familiar voice, a glimmer of sweat on Miriam's cheek, looking down at how it was, the man rocks his heartbeat and laughs with pleasure.

"Bosmus is fine. At least some of them are."

The day Saratoga was hit by a sand flood (Flood). A house slaughtered bosom that disappeared in confusion dosa. No, it was precisely a golem that became it.

"Yes, it's good to warm up the old relationship, but we're in a hurry. I just wanted to ask you for another chance?

When Miriam slams her hatred with a rubbed voice, 'Plague' pulls out her sword and stands in front of Bosmus like she hides Miriam behind her back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Young people shouldn't feel fast."

That being said, when the mouth is distorted in, the tone of the bosom changes gallantly.

"So, Nee. Temeh, you already know how many Mahmoud bastards there are."

Miriam stares at Bosmus kickingly.

"The King's assassination. No, I guess we should say takeover of the country itself."

"Hehe, I'm sure you know that much."

I don't know about that.

To support his reasoning, Miriam hung a camouflage on Bosmus, whose reaction was to support the correctness of that reasoning.

The most surprising thing about this interaction was' plagiarism '.

I don't know where it leads to the assassination of the King, but at least we perceived that the soldiers of Asmodimos were responsible for that one stick.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

At the next moment, 'Plagiarism', as if to erupt, shouts his sword in the great upper stages and cuts to Bosmus.

"Uncle! No hey!!

Miriam screams.

But without waiting for the end of it, when the sword rolls down the stairs making a noise with Karan Karan, 'Plague Light' falls off his knees on the floor of the dance floor as he bleeds like a fountain from his neck.

"Ahhh..."

A voice similar to a whimper leaks from Miriam's throat.

Absolutely desperate.

It's like a little animal thrown out in front of a carnivore.

But the more in that situation, the more causally Miriam's thoughts calmly begin to spin.

If I fell into enemy hands here, Miriam's chest had one decision to make when I finished simulating in my head in a flash what would happen.

Bosmus doesn't kill me.

But that doesn't work.

The selection of the best you can take in this situation.

It's about me dying here.

Shivering small at the conclusion she reached, Miriam meditates (crushes) her eyes.

It was the appearance of my beloved sister that passed my head.

However, I laugh unwittingly at the fact that the figure was still in underwear and in a sleeping state that was blurring on the bed.

Goodbye, hey.

That moment when Miriam never intended to, tried to bite off her tongue.

There was no sound, and the approaching Bosmus stuck his finger in Miriam's mouth.

Miriam can focus on her jaw (chin) trying to bite off her tongue with every finger of the bosom, but she can't do that.

I don't think I can breathe, tears flow down.

Bosmus twists Miriam's arm up with his other hand as he sticks his finger in Miriam's mouth.

And there was a whisper in Miriam's ear.

"You're our trump card. I'll have you dead in a little while."

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Around that time Miriam fell into enemy hands.

Pericles, with the Nanashi and the others on board, was walking to the capital, in a position of two days.

Just then, Nanashi and Hayza were both trembling and shuddering.

Am I allowed to do this?

Are we really allowed to do such a degenerate thing?

In a whirlpool of emotions that were neither stunning nor angry, they were just looking at each other and scorching themselves into difficult thoughts to say.

There are two of them: a deck stuck out of the upper floors of Pericles.

There is a rectangular dorsal (...) virtuous (...) fountain (...), which is created by the hand of man and extends to a total length of 25 zars, lined with water.

Physically speaking, it is a pool.

With all this water, all the people of the desert can moisten their throats for a year.

It was an unacceptable sight for the two of us, who had experienced the spiciness of travelling through the desert with thirst since birth.

Now Nanashi and Hayza are watching the pool while the black aura is wrapped around them, and the women who are sure to get too dry there.

Marie in a yellow bikini with a hibiscus pattern.

Hazki wears a pink one-piece swimsuit that gets his hands on it and repeated his bumpy feet with a tight fuss.

Maraine sits on a floating wheel in a black one-piece swimsuit with a short skirt-like crackle around her waist and has been floating puffy ever since.

Only one, the sword princess in a blue bikini, whose groin cuts are also at stake, keeps swimming back and forth to Stoke.

It would have looked too seductive if the girls looked normal, just like their underwear.

But to Nanashi and Hayza today, that just seems like the devil's place, too.

By the pool, Malane calls on Nanashi, who is unleashing a black aura.

"My husband doesn't swim?

My husband says, "Won't you swim?"

Immediately next to the Nanashi and the others, Tricia, holding a bath towel, speaks for it.

"Absolutely not!

Even while Nanashi is spreading a bump around his neck and saying no, Hayza says "ahhh" every time water pops out to the poolside by Hazki's bumpy feet.

If you two try it, it's like watching the gold get dumped unhindered (murmured).

Nanashi, in a trembling voice, asks Tricia.

"Mr. Tricia, after you swim, what do you do with this water?

Tricia responds as she puts her index finger on her chin and puts her gaze up.

"Right. I will replace it regularly, so I will throw away the old water"

"" Throw it away?!

As soon as Hayza blows a bubble and loses her mind when she is stunned.

"Mind you! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Nanashi helping Hayza up, screaming.

But when he sees that Hayza regains consciousness, Nanashi rises abruptly, loudly and stuffs up to Tricia.

"You can't do that!

To the screaming voice of Nanashi, the sword princess swims, Hazki stops butterflies and Marie and Malene open their eyes and pay attention.

"If it's enough to throw away..."

Nanashi grips his fist, bows down and bites off his lips.

Hayza pounds Nanashi's shoulder from behind, and the two nod.

And the two said with their voices together.

"" Me, we'll drink!

At that moment, time stopped.

Tricia trembles with a cramped look on her mouth.

I didn't even know what it meant, and only Hazki's voice, "Cacca," kept dripping, resounded in the blue skies of the desert.

By the way, for the record, it was really bad from there.

As Maraine and Marie donned to the boulder and rose out of the pool with the sleaze, Hayza again blew bubbles and lost her mind, beginning to pound the water with Bashambashan in a grumpy mood.

In the middle of that, only the sword princess usually operates.

When I tried my best to satisfy the Lord until the thick stock came out, I started swimming even harder with the mysterious words "I am a kelp".

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Around the same time, the stage moves to the capital.

A lush park close to the Thousand Years Palace (Millennio) where the King lives.

Under the arch where the roses tangle, there is one girl walking there, holding the toddler's hand.

By the side, the two would look like sisters away from their age.

That's Princess Fatima and Marne.

After escaping Guergios, they arrived earlier in the capital, repeating the magic of Flying (Cielo Andante).

"Hey, Marne. My house, right through this rose garden, why shouldn't I go home?

Marne stares at Fatima.

"Hey, you want to help Uncle Saratoga?