Sanzen no Souru Supina

Theon doesn't know how the human body can look like that.

It was a small shrine, built at the foot of Mount Ishgal (at the foot), where steep (cucumber) squires served.

Behind the temple (here), the saint was seated.

The eyes of a man who refused to eat while alive, purified himself and became an instant Buddha look down at Zion.

Even though it's a corpse, Theon doesn't feel disgusted.

Rather, fear of monks martyred by noble ideals corrects their spines.

In the gaze of the dead, even compassion was felt.

King of the Night Devil —— Grand Duke of Geiserlon, one of his true ancestors —— the possession of Scarbelli Bellioni Geiserlon, the foothills of Ishgal (Mt. Roku), which run through its borders, is at the same time the hunting ground of the Night Devils.

The wild hunt's prey, repeated night after night, was set with unlucky travellers and hunters who strayed after precious wild birds (yaki-n).

After all, this is not where humans should go.

But for the sake of indoctrination, or to pray for the peace of the land, the monks set foot in this exotic land, single.

I didn't know it was dangerous.

Thus, the divine that is to be served is so different that there is now another man who should have been enumerated in the saints, and his breath is constantly laying his head on Zion's lap.

Keep an eye on my ancestor's body.

Luguin Radius Pardini.

That was the man's name.

Until a few years ago, I would have been able to see that name as a candidate for the Cardinal of Ixism (Sukuki Today).

He was a virtuous, authentic priest who was devout and admired by the people.

But now they are broken as heresy and targeted by the Inquisitors.

In the cause of fighting Zion to bury one of the kings of the devil one night, when he was a ruler.

"Looks like you're surrounded."

Luggin opened his mouth.

There was blood seeping through the bandages wrapped around both eyes, but the voice sounds somewhere fun as a float (hiccup).

"They don't have the guts to step into this sanctuary. … sleep well."

I'll keep an eye on you.

Theon unconsciously scratched Luggin's hair.

I can't do this anymore.

Luggin says it in a tone that's like talking about tomorrow's weather.

The voice is too natural for Zion to agree with.

Luggin continues.

"We've got a number of vital organs hit, and we've got poison. Scratch-sealed precious stones (gems) have been used up, and there is no spirit medicine (elixir). I can't even turn the Spindle. Good luck."

Everyone would have praised him as a sober man if the content of the pale analysis wasn't even about himself.

Theon is cramped with words.

My chest is clogged and I have no voice.

This was the first time in over three hundred years of raw life.

"Theonzafir, what happened to that princess, the king of demons on a ruthless, ringing night? Are you even sympathetic?

Even though the wound would hurt, Luggin laughed and showed it.

Theon finally realized that it was me who was being noticed.

"That must have come from your mouth."

"Sermons are the only thing that matters. Just the bishop..."

Tickled at Luggin's light mouth, Theon laughed.

That's fine.

Luggin snaps. Give me your hand.

Theon did not try to avoid Luggin's fingers touching his cheeks.

Lead yourself to keep what is important.

Sleep now.

"I want to talk to Omae. When I fall asleep, I feel like I won't wake up again."

The analysis is correct, Sion thinks.

It is the Night Devil who does not exchange feelings for personal evaluation or analysis of the current situation.

So, as Luggin put it, Theon was the princess of the devil at night.

Daughter of Scarbelli = First Princess of Geiserlon.

In night demons that have nothing to do with gender differences or anything to do with succeeding to the throne, there is no question about it.

The princess of the demon was upset at that thoroughly capability and realism of a decentralized night.

I don't want to lose this man.

Theon trembled at the shock of wearing his chest.

I didn't know, I had myself trying to bury my fangs in Luggin's neck muscle.

"No."

He would be blind or something, Luggin said.

The voice was gentle and caring.

Theon could return it to me.

"I'm sorry.... Forgive me."

"Immortal eternal life, you said you wanted to save your compatriots from that suffering, right? Theon, you can't step on the same foot as your father."

Theon, first nicknamed and dying man, called her.

Shortly afterwards, blurry, and large tears fell from Zion's eyes, spilling.

That becomes so overflowing that Theon can only kill his voice.

"Sorry."

Again, that was all I could give back.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it to the end."

There was a lot of wind.

I guess it will be stormy night.

The smell of beeswax caged in the temple is like mourning a man trying to travel to Yellow Springs Road.

Theon looked up to heaven.

That's how I tried to stop the tears.

It was Luggin who inspired it.

Laugh, the man says.

I'm sorry about the stinking ending.

I wanted to respond.

Do you have any remainder of your heart?

So I tried to ask quietly. I got a response that sounded like Luggin.

"There's too much"

"Damn, there's a lot of evil in a kid's ass."

Theon laughs.

Then I said.

"For about one thing, I thought I'd make it happen."

Something, no? Theon asked.

Luggin makes a strange face.

At a serious rate, I replied.

"Scion...... I should have held Omae"

For a moment, Theon was stunned.

Then it blushes so much that there is a fire.

You can't beat a seriously wounded man or take off his knee pillow, and his orgy and moving hands cut the sky.

"Just kidding."

to do it, and Luggin laughed and threw up blood shortly afterwards.

Drowned in blood, depressed in pain.

I call on Theon while I do so.

"When I die, I want to leave my sword with Omae."

As I said, Luggin pointed to the sword that was standing on the wall.

Theon felt his whole body grow furry.

That was a different kind of fear from the fear felt by the Lord of this temple, the monk who became the Divine Buddha.

Pure fear.

At night the devil's family only touched him, and there was a weapon whose skin fell down.

Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute".

A true rose (bulb), even more complete than a noble rose (bulb).

There's a vicious silhouette there that you can't imagine from its sweet name.

The sword spreading toward the tip, as its name suggests, was cathartic as it was made by blowing rose petals.

It had such a form that it joined several blades together and finally rubbed into the snail of one sword.

That blade, which seems to have cracked and almost broken, was, however, its fruit, that each piece was a weapon reserved for the ruthlessly calculated versus the immortal.

In the fight against the immortal, the common sense of the struggle that takes place between the destined must be abandoned.

No matter how sharp the blade penetrates the steeple, the immortal cannot be stopped.

Whether you poke your heart or your sword enough to reach your brain, let alone to the extent that you tore the aorta, you don't even get into the wound.

It only makes sense to bury the immortal by cutting and amputating its flesh at least.

No, even that would be raw if you became a superior night demon.

Unless you can somehow inhibit the flesh that is restored at an incredible rate, you cannot destroy the demon at night.

Theon himself is, so we know.

To slaughter (hoff) the Royal Family of the Night Demons, it just took a lot of preparation.

But the Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute" makes that difficult thing easy.

The sword, each with a blade as high as the tip of the hand axe, easily cut off the flesh of the Night Demon so that it could touch or not, and the heated knife cut the butter.

That might have been possible if it had been the sword of the industry and an excellent user.

But the true horror of Rose Absolute came from here.

The blade of the Holy Sword breaks in exactly the same way as the ease of cutting.

No, it doesn't exactly break.

Actively leave the blade in the opponent's flesh.

The remaining blade continues to destroy the tissue.

The devil can't pull it out at night.

Removing pieces of the Holy Sword that melt and collapse just by touching it requires the help of someone who is not harmed by the sanctified object.

of humans, for example.

That's how the Holy Sword buries the immortal.

The broken blade grows instantly.

So Theon's earlier line was a lie.

They don't have the guts to step into this sanctuary.

What they truly feared was "Rose Absolute" and its users.

And also, the fear was in Zion.

"I can't..."

"If they find out I'm dead, they'll push me in all at once. We don't have time!

Luggin barked.

Shion shakes the first time.

"I can't touch you!

Theon shook himself to instinctive fright.

No, even if we were to confront Rose Absolute as an enemy in front of us, Zion would not have shown so much movement.

No way, if I hadn't even had the day to hold that sword myself.

So, if you weren't even smart enough to get ahead and get to the fact where Luggin's suggestion means.

Thus, Luggin did exactly what Zion thought.

Shion's white fish-like right hand on his own chest.

Let me grip a sharpened dagger on its left hand.

Then I said.

"Make it. In my flesh (from). With the skin. The gloves. Armor to hold the Holy Sword!

Peel off the raw skin. While I'm alive. Screaming will boast of my survival to them.

"Hurry up! Scion!"

I don't want to know, Theon shook his head.

"Do you order me to humiliate you and torture you?"

"Live! Scion! Save your countrymen!

No. Theon shook his head like a child.

"If you do that enough, then you die along with it!

I wonder where so much power remained.

In response to Zion's confession, Luggin grabbed and responded by removing the bandage.

There are no eyeballs in the orbit, and red and black clotted blood runs down from the blood buildup.

I told him to beg.

"I'm right, Theon.... let me protect Omae - to the end."

You promised, right?

Theon cries.

For the first time in my lifetime.

Maybe this is the last one.

I don't mind my heart breaking.

I fulfill my promise.

I swear.

To the deceased.

I will save my compatriots.