Burned by the sun that twinkled from the gap between the trees, there was a slight sweat on both faces.
But they still don't move.
No, I couldn't move.
Within both, Edberg, whose skill is seen as above, was dragging on the failure of an earlier surprise attack, and was not able to launch much of a next attack that would be captured by the thought of failing again.
Getz, who was inferior to one sword technique, was also too concerned about the superiority and inferiority of his skill to wait too long for his opponent to come out.
But this could have been both foolish.
Other than dragging earlier failures in his presence, as in the case of SS Chief Ars, he would have to change his mind immediately to launch the next attack.
In addition, those who confront such opponents should see the fear (uncle) of that opponent and launch an attack, not if they are looking at the way the opponent is coming out, etc.
But both of the actions taken were "waiting".
Even though there are some differences in skill between the two, if you look at these two from the big place, it meant that both skill levels are quite low.
In other words, they were both exactly different from each other's breathtaking "later" initiatives.
Moreover, the presence of the two had already begun to give a muddy appearance, and between the two, time had just drifted in a mischievous fashion without ever ending.
But the silent time that seemed to last forever was suddenly defeated by a terrible intruder who did not anticipate it.
Two.
Lombardo cared very much for the Bacchus brothers, but also for Chester by his side.
Then the brother of the Bacchus brothers, Romus Bacchus, noticed the matter without hesitation.
"You seem to care a lot about the guy next door from earlier, but maybe that's the kind of relationship between guys?
Romus provoked Lombardo with a narrative containing a few scoffs.
Shut your mouth now. And sew it up with gold thread and silver needles forever. "
While Lombardo sent Romus's provocation by throwing an ancient curse on the Valentine's Republic, in his heart he wrapped his tongue around this sharp insight of the enemy in front of him.
(Strong... unafraid opponent)
Then his brother Lemurus, who had been silent until then, suddenly sneezed big.
"Heh heh heh!
Then he asked his brother beside him as he sneezed and sipped up.
"Hey brother, can we play with these guys this time?
Then Romus responded to Remulse with an invincible grin.
"Oh, you should play whatever you want. These are your new toys."
"Hi-ha-ha! Toys! Toys! You guys are my toys! Hi-ha-ha!
Remuls broke up with his brother's words (so on) and ecstatically ecstatic.
Lombardo looked surprised to see such a frenzy of Remuls.
Then Romus saw it sharply.
"Yeah? It's you. What's that face? Don't look at my pretty little brother like that! Don't look unusual! I even bothered you because my brother is retarded! You wouldn't be calling! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look. Eh!
Lombardo wandered for a moment at the rainstorm of Romus and the arrow-like reprimand he poured down, then said with a stiff look on his face.
"No, wait! I didn't mean to see your brother like that. Don't get me wrong."
With that said, Lombardo knew in his heart that this would take the lead in the conversation by Romus.
If Lombardo had recieved Romus' words, Lombardo might have held the lead in the conversation the other way around.
But Lombardo took it properly without doing so, and he even disputed it.
Because it was ultimately unacceptable for Lombardo to be affixed with a racist rettel.
Even if you know it's the opponent's manipulation, you have to get on it.
That was a man named Lombardo.
And Lombardo thinks.
That this is my weakness.
In other words, Lombardo grows up well.
Everyday, I hate that it is a famous family, but growing up is deeply embedded in me, and sometimes it seeps out.
And this is not something that can be easily wiped off, but is something that comes out of the surface when it is touched by a fold (discharge).
And no one will ever be able to fight it.
Even though you know it like this one, it gets on their hands.
So Lombardo thinks.
That one day a great calamity will befall you because of the goodness of your own upbringing.
But at the same time, I think so.
If I may, I will not let that calamity descend upon me.