: 1803 won't let you take it away

Silius’s questioning made Silvia turn around and look at the two girls around me.
In this case, it was Rem who stood up first.
"Rem is not the wife of that person, nor the lover of that person."
Rem clasped the lock handle of the meteor hammer and stared at Silius tightly, with a voice of strong will, such a declaration.
"But everything in this body has been dedicated to that person. Only this emotion, this heart, Rem can swear, definitely not less than the existence of a wife."
This is Rem’s cry from the heart.
Believe that the emotions contained in it, even even Silvay can not refute it?
In fact, Silvia also can only helplessly smile, watching Remy's eyes are also quite gentle.
That is recognition and recognition.
Unexpectedly, Sirius also agreed with this feeling.
"For the dedication of men, there is no doubt that it is a thing called love, whether it is loyalty or love, only this love is something that has to be acknowledged, let alone our being a woman. Love has always been pure, straight, and unconcerned. In order to love anger, hatred, and grievances, it is a matter of course!"
Sirius seems to sing this emotion, while talking to himself, nodding his head.
Then, his sight was cast on Emilia.
"What about you? Hateful half-devil!"
Sirius is full of disgusting, disgusting voices, like a sharp blade, running through the body of Emilia.
"My husband will die, and your responsibilities are also there. Some, if you have accepted the husband's trial, if you succeed, you can become a container for the witch. If you are unsuccessful, you will die. As a result, It’s because your incomprehension, disagreement, and disobedience led to the death of my husband. Now, in what capacity do you stand in front of me?

This is undoubtedly angered.
However, anger is also a kind of "anger", and Sirius does not realize how unreasonable it is?
On the contrary, Emilia has reason to bear the wrath of Sirius.
Whether it is the affair of the past and the prophet, or the relationship with the Fangli, Emilia believes that she should bear this anger.
and so…
"I am not a wife in Fang, nor a lover in the party."
Emilia looked up and said something in her mouth, but her face showed a serious expression.
"But that person is my knight."
Yes.
Fang Li is a knight who loves Melia.
"I am not as great as Silvi. I can support my wife in the back as a wife and a lover. I am not as capable as Reem. No matter what I can do, I will treat everything in the party as the first priority. Both people are really good."
And Emilia has always been the one who has been helped, cared for, and protected by the party. She has never given a force to the side like Silvia and Rem.
But even this...
"Even if this is the case, that person is my knight."
Emilia is so declared.
Before coming here, Emilia believes that she should tell Silius about her past and origins with Petitius, confirming her relationship with Petitius to Silius, and then in her heart. Complex emotions are all clear.
But now, Emilia has only one idea.
"If you want to take that person away from me, I will never agree."
Emilia, looking straight to Sirius, made such a declaration.
"Absolutely won't let you take him away from me!"
Compared to this, the rest of the matter has become secondary.
This is what Emory Li realized.
Unfortunately…
"Ah...ahh..."
Sirius was trembling all over.
It was not because of moving, but because of unprecedented anger.
"How selfish...! How ugly...! What a shame...! How hateful...!"
Sirius was screaming like a madman.
"Take away from my side! I don't allow me to do the same thing? Can this be allowed?? Can it be recognized? Can it be recognized??"
The raging fire finally burned from the body of Sirius.
This is literally the meaning.
Although Sirius has the power of "anger", it does not mean that in addition to the power, Silius will not do anything.
As the dominator of anger, Sirius is also very good at using the magic of fire attributes.
"Let me burn you into ashes and take away the loved ones!"
The scream of the wrath of Silius made Silvia, Emilia and Rem look at each other.
Immediately, the three men turned their heads at the same time and faced Sirius.
A fierce battle broke out here.
......
At the same time, Beatrice also arrived at the tower of the "gluttony".
"Hey..."
In the volatility of a little space, Beatrix transmitted from the distorted space and came to the tower.
Looking at the tower in front of him, Beatrice did not enter, but frowned and bored.
"It’s a sinister hide. Even if it eliminates the breath, the stench that is closely related to the witch is absolutely impossible to eliminate. Let’s go out and let Betty come out, rude.

The voice of Beatrice has just fallen, and a voice is ringing.
It was the footsteps that slowly dragged on the ground.
"Come on! Come! Come! Come! Come! Delicious food is finally delivered to the door!"
With such a joyful laughter, a teenager jumped from the tower and landed in front of Beatrice.
It was a little devil with a mischievous smile on his face.
At first glance, it was just a small child. It was short and short, and it was very tender. The long brown hair was loose and the body was wrapped around the cloth. It was very embarrassing.
However, Beatrice knows that it is definitely not an ordinary child.
Because, the child's eyes, will never be like the person in front of him, revealing the desire and coveted as if to want to swallow the whole world.
"It's really a torment waiting! There is nothing in the stomach! The throat is still dry! The mouth is so fast! Even the teeth are itching! The whole body is passing the only wish! That is binge drinking! Overeating!"
The chief sinner of the "Gluttony" of the palm of the hand, Ley.
Now, the boy stared at Beatrice with a greedy gaze, and opened his mouth and smiled.
"Let's wait for so long, this is the first, but it must be guaranteed to be delicious."
This is a precursor to hunting.
"... It seems that Betty has nothing to say."
Beatrice stared at Ley with cold, disgusted and infinite pity.
If you say it, there is only one such sentence.
"For a beast that only has appetite, even saying a word will make Betty feel that it is a waste of time."
With such words, Betty raised her hand.
Let the "drinking" ecstatically laugh.
"Despite the struggle!"
"Despite the desperation!"
"In any case, everything in this world is just a secretion in our stomach!"
After that, in the hands of Ley, there were two short swords, such as the young saber-toothed tiger, which rushed to the direction of Beatrice.
Conflicts arise in the next moment.