"Oh!? Temé, saying that word to Atashi means you don't need your life."
Rosetta held her mouth furiously. The beast understands whether it is good to fight with instinct. The same was true of Rosetta. I notice it accordingly. He says defying Alphilis now is as reckless as challenging dragons with tree branches. Rosetta silently blued, giving way to Alphilis.
The alphilis was confronting the Dorn with his neck ringing. Dorn reacts to the scattering killer. And Amarina over there, or Max's surroundings.
"What are you doing?"
"Max, I'll advise you. You might as well kill that one now."
"Right, I know because it's us living in the shadows. You should kill that one now. Maybe worse than a giant."
"Wait, see how it goes. Apparently, he's going to do it with the big fat ass. If you're gonna do it, you should do it afterwards."
"Then you should get ready for it. I'll set you up."
"Do that."
Under Max's decree, his surroundings were scattered. Max felt the danger of the Alphilis, so now he had completely forgotten that she was the leader of another mercenary regiment, etc. Only Max followed the warrior's instincts and his consciousness was gathered only to eliminate dangerous enemies. I didn't really think about what I would do after this.
And as I watched them move, Fostina also felt something disgusting in her spine.
"It's natural, but it's not natural. I wonder what to describe that as. That's heterogeneous, more than any other being I've ever met. I can't tell if I should kill him or protect him."
"You can get lost, Fostina."
I heard a lot of noise from behind Fostina. Fostina was stifling, but noticed who the voice was. There are only a few things you can take behind your back.
"Will you stop sneaking around from behind all the time, Arshhuntra"
"I'm not sneaking around. My signs just get lost in the wind, because I'm a windmill. Or maybe I want to see your surprise face and I will."
"Again with such a slack."
Fostina sighed like a shudder, but was never out of her mind. We're still in battle. But there is a strange sense of relief. With Arshhuntra, I can handle it. This man, who is a senior as a brave man, gave Fostina such relief than wonder and anyone else.
"I was really led by the wind. But it didn't seem like the time was up. I'll keep an eye on this place. But that's the example of a mercenary... hmm."
"That's unusual, I can't believe you show interest in other people"
"Depending on the wind direction, that can happen."
It is unusual for a whimsical Arshhuntra to show an interest in a particular person. For the first time, Fostina has seen this man, who revolts even the request of Arnelia's supreme bishop, depending on his mood, interested in someone.
If only that temper weren't like the wind. Fostina secretly admires him for being such a great man that he might achieve world peace by himself. I have to say exactly where the wind blows, such as the thought of such a Fostina.
Arshhuntra looked at the alphilis and his eyes were glowing funny.
"Fostina, you should get your sword ready. You stab that giant in the face."
"Sounds like a prediction."
"It's not a prediction. That's what the Spirit tells us."
"That again. I don't have magic skills, tell me more clearly."
"You have qualities. No, everyone who lives on this earth has qualities. We all forget about it, or we just don't realize it.
But that girl, she grew up funny enough. Well, did she? That's funny, but can't we make some kind of match? "
"? What are you talking about?
No, I'm talking to myself.
I wondered if I could be a bystander forever, and Arshhuntra was alone. But I'm also preparing for when I'm on the table. I came here today to anticipate the time of year, but Arshhuntra couldn't help but bother with her mind from earlier. I also knew it was because of the power of Alphilis, but when I saw it in front of me, it was more than I could have imagined.
"(hehe, I'm still young too. Seems disturbed by a girl like that)"
When Arshhuntra laughed unconsciously at Fostina, a real breeze was blowing from the Alphilis, not killer this time.
The wind released from Alphilis strangely felt like a storm for Dorn, but to a degree slightly stronger than the breeze for the fellow behind Alphilis.
When the wind gets stronger and stronger, it becomes so strong that it is difficult for the Dorn to walk forward. The shadow that became an alphilis laughed niggardly when he saw Dorn curl a little.