All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Murina and Snow continued to stand around intensely.

Oyun chose luxury accommodation. Indoors, the two were fighting with plenty of space.

"Damn, you're a fierce daughter up there. Don't ramble indoors. You don't think I'm sorry about the innkeeper?

"Don't worry. Take all the damage to the kidnappers, so resent yourself for committing the crime."

Mulina doesn't cut into Snow's time. Anyway, the opponent is a knight even called the 'Holy Knight'. I know minutes are bad in close range.

Distance based on circular motion. Ranged magic meetings are almost mutually reinforcing. An advanced struggle was unfolding that would offset each other's attacks and not cause damage to their surroundings.

By its side, Ren was fighting Oyun.

Oyun takes Len's swing down with an iron fan. She glanced at the weight.

"Gu, this kid...!

Play the sword, even as you distort your face to bitterness. The battle begins and ends, with Ren dominating.

See how it goes. Mulina flies the heat.

"Ren! Get that woman now! Miscellaneous fish, that guy. Take him hostage instead!

"Whoa!"

Mullina answers the scolding, and Ren waves his sword.

Though his face is distorted as abominable, Oyun manages to gesture, so he makes the best of it. In the first place, swords and iron fans make different mistakes. Even if you resist with small-scale sorcery that you can beat fast, you are scattered with the light of purification that destroys the demon. Big magic is being attacked by Ren without giving him time to use it.

Snow wasn't surprised that it was unfolding as expected.

Oyun doesn't specialize in fighting in the first place. At best, to the extent that I am using escort techniques. The more I try to be a civilian, the more I fall into the pretty strong category. But it was quicker to count from below than a martial arts officer, and even though it didn't extend to Ren, who is in the position of fighting.

Ren's not weak. It's getting stronger.

Now that we have found the true Lord, we have no stepfather to protect Oyun. He's watching Ren fight by prolonging his battle with Murina, saying he's just the right practice opponent for the crew.

While Snow watches, Ren switches to control. It's the right decision. Oyun has also been cut a lot of strength.

But it wasn't so sweet that easy to compete.

"Don't get on well when you're low...!

The iron fan splashed.

The shape of the fan collapses and pierces it in all directions. It became a pile. Using that as its starting point, a junction was formed.

Ren cuts, but gets bounced. Quite a hardness. Ren can't activate the purifying light immediately and wrap it around herself, just because she is using a technique, or until she cleaves it completely.

But gradually the blade is eating up. It was when Len decided he could keep pushing it off.

Faster than cleaving the junction, Oyun took something out of his sleeve. It's not that I'm making space like a chicken, it's just that it was there.

Oyun, who grabbed the spouse who followed man and caged him in the junction, gives his congratulations.

"I would like to offer you Kako Mika lump. I say to the ancestral spirit as it is of my ancestors. I ask you to increase the spiritual prestige of the Ancestor Festival and overlap it. I lay down my gratitude and solace and wish for the spinning of life and bond"

I'm pretty sure it's some sort of magic trick. If I knock you down before I activate you, Len puts his strength on the junction. The light of purification devoured magic and broke through the line. I hit him in the stomach of my body and waved my sword to stun him.

The opponent also lets go of the iron fan of his protective gear. I won, that was when I thought.

Oyun struck down Ren's sword with his bare hands.

"Wow!?

To the impact of being struck down, step on it. It's like a different kind of arm power than before. I raise my voice oddly to so many differences.

Seeing it, Murina and Snow, who were fighting, shudder.

Even if Ren didn't know, the two of them were knowledgeable in combat.

The power activated by the celebration is often a mystery, not magic.

I didn't expect Oyun to cut such a trump card. I was so surprised that the two of us accidentally stopped fighting hands and stared at Oyun.

How did you mistake their gaze? Oyun shrugs his shoulders arrogantly.

"Ha ha, how about that! This is the secret to unloading our ancestral spirit! It is the divine business of the ancestral spirit to gain divine power with merit! I didn't expect to be cornered so far, but there's not a single clue to this!

Oyun, who cut the trump card, hits and changes and attacks.

Oyun, who lived in the power of the Ancestral Spirit by mystery, is out of step with his power and speed just now. In Ren, if you eat even one blow properly, you will not stop fainting. If it's just simple physical abilities, it might be higher than Murina's enhanced by melee magic.

The power relationship was completely reversed. The curse was thrown at Len, full of just judging the attack of Oyun the bare hand.

"Don't be sorry you didn't make it."

Flaming dragons appeared.

The curse burns, and the fever that traces the dragon strikes Ren. To the heat of the heat waves burning your cheeks, know the firepower. It is not a magic that can be countered with the light of purification used by Ren. I noticed.

Behind you, there's Mullina.

"Huh."

Inevitable. If you avoid it, get Mullina involved. What should I do? It just occurred to me that it was a wall.

Wall.

Ren, pray.

I want one, I want a wall. Whether your hands are blocked or not, there's a wall that protects someone behind you. A light of steadfast protection. I want a wall of light that separates the harms.

No, you're not.

You become the wall that protects your loved ones.

Pray and offer the thoughts you wish for.

To Ren, Flaming Dragon struck directly. Oyun looked down when he cleared up or lowered his drink.

The glowing walls swept away.

"Hey, no?

The flames had not arrived. Before Ren, a wall of light was unfolding.

Wall of Faith.

Oyun's attack was held back by a strong wall that embodied seclusion.

"Ren......"

"Pfft, you're being honest, really"

Mullina was surprised and Snow laughed with pleasure.

Ren exhales in relief at the secret of success in the bump production. And once again, he pointed his sword at Oyun.

I see, indeed, the total amount of force could be amazing. But it doesn't come with the skill at all. Preliminary motion is rounded. Even Len can clearly see the next move.

That's why Ren laughs and provokes.

"You're no big deal."

"Ki, well...!

Blue with humiliation. The upward Oyun jumps, but the movement was becoming increasingly monotonous. Oyun's frustration increased with the attack that didn't hit him, and he finally cut the numbness.

"Snow!

"Hmm? What?

"Stop playing and kill these guys. I don't want it anymore!

"Don't"

It was a concise refusal.

I won't show you how to follow Oyun's words. In the meantime, we didn't even look at each other.

"You're done."

Snow erases the sword of sin and takes a step back and distance. And surrendered, raising his hands as though.

Oyun can't hide his confusion in that attitude.

"Snow......? What are you saying--"

It was when I tried to hear Snow's sincerity.

The uncomfortable.

A heartless voice sounded.

Oyun's expression froze. Mullina took a short breath. Ren stifled herself. Only Snow shrugged his shoulder wondering if he was here after all.

Until just now, there was no sign of any people. The person suddenly appeared.

Oyun looks back, perhaps.

Even if you actually see it, there's no such thing as a sign of a person in sight. But surely, there was one more person in this room.

One step, a woman who wasn't there until the brink took a step.

"The extremes of unbelief are beneath our God to use evil methods that twist and bend the outlook of death. Unpleasant, unpleasant."

What appeared to gush was a small figure.

He carries a large pile of Biblical baggage on his back in a completely decorative monastic garment. On a face as neat as a crop, there is no such thing as a facial expression.

Even so, I could somehow feel so angry at the air around her.

"I didn't know it sounded so loud, but to allow it to grow so far would just disgrace our unknown"

Oyun also had her information. You couldn't have known. He's one of the most vigilant people in entering this country.

There is one person in this city, the 'Immortal' - the 'Saint' if you want to borrow the way this country speaks.

A miracle-giving nun sets her gaze on Oyun with a fit.

Repent, heathen.

Her name, which was allowed to match the name of the baptism offered to God with the name of her birth, was called the 'Virgin' Ease Ann.