Sanzen no Souru Supina

The darkness of the Pope's Office is thick.

This is especially true on New Moon nights.

A monastery in the region would finally finish the final lesson, and it would be time to fall asleep (Baba), but not here in the heart of Extram Pope Territory, in the Legal Capital: Extram.

A magnificent (yes) capital of God with a thousand years of history.

It's time to stop most of the administrative functions that prepare us as the heart of that Ixism and devour everyone's sleep.

Only slightly, with the exception of the night guard, no one bothers to walk out on this dark evening.

Or I could say this.

He said that the only men and women who would tread this midnight would be blindfolded men and women, or night thieves, or the Lord of conspiracies.

But that night, the man who crouched his foot into the vault of the sacred relic was different.

The man was the Holy Knight (Paladin).

There was chest noise.

That may be termed a prospect because he, the youngest ever and ordained Holy Knight, has kept falling asleep in this papal administration more than a child.

Ashledau Balaje.

Though at the last seat, he was allowed to join the ranks of the Holy Knight at a young age of only eighteen years, and at the same time is the eldest son of the Balaje family, who devastates the Holy Relics Management Division from generation to generation.

To exhume, appraise and sometimes reclaim, record and manage and preserve from the hands of pagans and demons a number of sacred relics certified by the Pontifical Agency.

Ashley has been taught and believes that that is the duty imposed on Balaje's family name.

So I have disciplined myself more sincerely (Shin) with regard to the sacred relics than anyone else.

I had something to work my way through.

Circuit showing the position of the Holy Knight in monastic garments.

Gladius for protection.

When I barely wore it, I left the dorm room behind.

Lend one of the candlesticks provided in the hallway at equal intervals and head to the administrative storage area early.

So I was convinced that my hunch was not a concern.

There was a noise of hardware.

Large-cut windows on the hallway walls.

They put a big glass in it. It was open.

Luxurious (shabby) billord curtains hang in the wind.

Impossible to forget to close the admin.

Because the demon was obsessed with that shadow.

That was more of a solid dark snail than any of those Ashley had seen in her lifetime.

It was beautiful enough to chill.

The darkness was in the form of a girl.

It wraps around a mourning and confusing pitch-black dress.

I wore a big crown - that's just not the right size - on a diagonal.

"Who?"

Ashley shoved out the candlestick and raised her voice sharply.

I'm pulling out Gladys at the same time.

Stand low and lower.

The school of fools, and in the textbooks.

The structure, which is originally intended for long swords, is carried out with one hand.

The voice of whomever (what) was minimal as a knight.

The blue smell of not being aware of this one, let alone the round-hipped opponent, that even if it is a demon, it cannot be cut off, but a code that cannot be ignored by Ashle.

Enemy, instinct told me a long time ago.

Since there is a girl with such a heavy pressure, she almost brings it under physical pressure and blows it.

Strong enemy, Ashle's entire senses determined.

Divine Spear: For a moment, a patrol (Shivnir), similar to regret, passed the back of his brain - but it's too late.

Because the darkness that snatched the girl opened her mouth, as if she had anticipated the instant stray.

"A child."

The voice made me think of the scent of a sober lavender.

It carried a comfort that was unexpected.

Then Ashle realised what she had been told and raised her blood on her head.

"Mother, go to your knees. I'm not going to hurt you."

Before the girl could finish saying it, Ashley was on the beat.

I have no more hesitation than I gave you a warning.

A practical penetration that uses cuts from the lower section for the feint.

Aim straight at the girl's head.

Tens of thousands of repetitive exercises helped me move my body properly even in action.

During the Holy Knight's reign, basic swordsmanship is thoroughly planted, even by the staff of the Holy Relics Management Section.

Spears, a legacy of the Old World: "Shivnir" is a powerful weapon, but the last thing you say is more of a local power and a simple tool than it is human to fight.

That's what the man, a former knight and at the same time his father, said.

He said it was the power of the human "will" to change history.

Ashley also believed so.

Not yet then, purely.

The girl did not avoid the sword.

In his accelerated perception, Ashley watched the face again.

The girl watched as if there were no swords or anything else, a special spike approaching her face.

At that moment, there was shame in Ashle.

That is, doubts that this behavior of his own does not simply come to an instantaneous outburst of emotion.

Do not follow your emotions lightly, but be faithful before God.

It is so in the teachings of the Holy Knight.

But it was too late to pull the poke back.

The sword stands on a beautiful prey with Ashle's regrets on it -.

That was supposed to happen.

At that time, Ashley didn't immediately understand what had happened.

Shh, the girl threw herself.

On the side of the sword. Yourself.

Its pure white fingers touch the belly of the sword, and an empty right hand accompanies the cheek, as if to welcome Ashle.

The next moment, the world turned.

The five senses were wrapped in the scent of roses.

And if you notice, Ashley is rolled to the floor.

There was no pain.

It's just being assembled.

Gladys has been jumped out of sight and is nowhere near reach.

I finally figured out that I had come that far and succumbed to swordless body surgery.

There was a girl on my stomach.

Although the lights had been lost and could only be perceived by weight and feel.

"Isn't death horrible?

A voice with little emotion whispered in the dark.

An overwhelming presence beats Ashley even though it is.

Pressure was coming from the girl on her stomach, as if it had been before her.

"Better than dishonorable raw"

With a voice to be rubbed, I finally return just that.

It was a lie.

Ashley was clearly at war at this time.

More frankly, he was frightened.

But I had to be strong.

Though it was not yet known to the young man whether it was for honor, as a knight, or as a man.

"Tell me a lie."

Lightly spotted, Ashle bites her lips.

It was sweet to be in the dark.

As a man, as a knight, I don't want women to see seeping tears.

But to the words that followed, Ashle had to be severely upset.

"The knight of man whom I know clearly said he feared death. Still, he fought for his life."

It is in action, not words, that the faith manifests itself.

Yes, the woman said.

Ashle tasted the shock of being hammered in the skull.

More than at the time of his death, he did not think about being preached by demons.

Moreover, the sermon was convincing.

Kill him, the line that went all the way out to his throat loses power.

It seemed stale like a three-sentence play.

"I just came to ask you to return one of the items I kept tonight."

Ashle fainted at the flirtatious fragrance of roses.

That's not offensive, it takes away the will of resistance from Ashle.

Something caressed my cheeks, cold and dull.

"I don't want to hurt them."

Please.

Was it an illusion that I felt so begged?

Heavy pressure had been lost from the top of his chest so that it melted away while Ashle blurred and remembered that.

Ashley jumped back at me because she had thirty seconds.

I heard footsteps running from the side of the vault.

Ashle sniffs her own body as she rises.

That rose was turning incense.

It's like a man and a woman who finished their encounters.

The bumps got worse, and Ashley searched for Gladys by hand.

The steel blade bit into his hand like jealousy.

"It's a thief! Control Vault - Tredekim Rosae (Rose's XIII), an intruder in an area containing first-degree sacred relics!

Alma jumped into Ashley's arms out of breath.

Armastella Vantler.

A colleague of the Holy Relics Management Division, the official position is inferior to Ashley's, but he has a jumping memory, proficiently manipulates four languages, and if he only reads and writes, he does three more.

Even the bishop of the chief administrator is a competent clerk who winds his tongue.

I was one of only two teenagers in the Holy Relics Management Division, and sometimes they were close in age and they talked a lot.

The quiet and thoughtful Alma is a valuable heterosexual for Ashley who is not tired of being around.

Even the older ones didn't want to burn this and take care of it like my mother did, which helped the other way around.

So, he's been helping me out at some point, that's what human beings were.

"Why, at this hour?

Ashley therefore first showed Alma himself. How did you get here?

"It's an investigation. Paladin: Balaje"

Alma said he had guided the sacred relic.

What about you? Now Alma asked.

"Me too. Sister Alma."

The two laughed face-to-face.

Ashley was happy.

That there were other people who cared about the sacred relics and took action.

And that one of them was no other Sister: Alma.

I felt it fit.

"You're already wearing a sword. That's just great, Paladin. Oh, my God, are you hurt?

"This is on my own,. I was jealous of the sword."

Alma points out that he notices blood staining Ashle's hands.

Today, it's just a bad thing.

Alma seemed relieved when she showed the wound.

"I and others have brought scripture to such an important matter"

Alma would have put it on a bookshelf. He showed it with a big scripture.

I can see the pattern of the paper knife I use as a sign.

The knife is quite an antique.

I don't know what a human being is to move and bring up something like this.

Adorable, Ashley honestly thinks.

Then I felt saved.

Even Alma, that competent clerk, makes such mistakes.

I just need to take back my failures.

I guess the thought was on my face.

Alma looked subtle.

"Paladin: Balaje, why are you laughing?

Exactly, I can't say I think you're cute.

Speaking of which, Ashle has never seen Alma's hair color before.

Under the light of an unreliable candle, it shines in a honey color.

Hair exposure conflicts with the discipline of the monks. And the harsh penalties that come with it.

But Alma must have wasted some time even wearing the ni monk's hat.

Unexpectedly, he almost praised his hair and beauty, and Ashle had to admonish herself.

Doesn't that sound like you're dictating Alma?

She is an Ixist nigger, even if she is.

There is more to carelessness.

"Because you saved me."

Ashley said to deceive.

Alma gave him a grumpy face.

Maybe you don't like the way they teased you.

Look, cute, I think Ashley.

I would have liked to have seen her a little more like that if I could, but she doesn't.

Ashley switched her mind.

"We will pursue the thief. You can't give me a missouri relic."

"I'm here for you."

Alma, who can instantly switch consciousness, is still a competent staff member.

Leaving the request for reinforcements to Alma, Ashley ran out.

to the Sleep Management Vault of the First Class Holy Relics.

But Ashley doesn't know.

the gravity of what he overlooked at this time. that it was one of the gears that would radically change his destiny.

Fate starts to move with a stir up.

Earlier the next morning, Ashley received more than one of them under the Pope's command.

Old and long-suffering, the present Pope: Majest VI is known for his brilliant and warm personality.

There was also an understandable policy towards pagans, and besides the Ixists, the Magest was also highly popular.

Kaku Ashley also loved Magest like her real grandfather.

"The Holy Knight: Ashledau Balaje. I hereby order the recapture of the sacred relic. Retrieve the two holy relics taken by thieves from the treasure trove of the Pope's Office last night: Hands of Glory and Dextrus."

On a frozen winter evening, a majest of appearance, like the saint, who walked out of the painting by handing out gifts to disadvantaged children, ordered that with his hands on Ashle's shoulders.

"Even for a lifetime."

Readiness spoken naturally.

But the only thing that dwelt in Majest's eyes was the light that resembled pain.

"There is no treasure like replacing human life. Don't you ever forget it."

Bending over to sound only small and ashley, Magest whispered, trying to return to his seat with trembling footsteps. On the way to old age, mellow.

One Cardinal rushed over earlier than anyone to become the scepter.

Cardinal Redamaria Cruz.

Of a woman rare in the history of the Pope's Office, it was also a teenage girl.

As Magest's niece, she is also Ashley's childhood friend.

At an early age, the two of us even slept trying to take the same blanket (blanket) away from each other, but with the passage of time the distance went away.

Safe, his shaky eyes said.

One of the Cardinals has asked for a repetition of his mission in an exasperated voice, saying that he is a "(softly)".

Ashley follows it solemnly.

A hard voice gushed from the bottom of my stomach.

I did not admire the Cardinal's scarlet clothes.

That was a greeting to Majest and Redamaria.

I'm going home alive, I say.

The contents of the "" were not, however, as simple as the denomination.

Two soldiers on duty, had been murdered.

They're both blunt weapons, and that's from behind.

A sudden raid, it was a planned crime to be called.

Because the double protection of the vault - the junction against demons and the special locks against thieves were removed beautifully together.

It is a craftsmanship that cannot be done without thorough examination and preparation.

Prosecutors earlier determined that Ashle's encountered night was a demonic M.O.

But Ashley's views differ.

That night the devil's words and actions and clear eyes could not be linked to this cruel and unharmed crime.

Something happened that kept me calm as I went further into the investigation.

Almastella was found missing near the dawn of Payment.

Ashle, who was putting together reasoning in an unpopular garden, heard the report from a child breeder's spy.

I remember the horrible imagination that Armastella had become the food for demons, squirming as if the whole body's blood had boiled (plucked).

According to reports, a four-headed carriage carrying a lady crossed the East Gate to the suburbs just after the incident.

The man in charge of the carriage named a certain prestigious nobleman and told the gatekeeper that it was for fire.

In this day and age, the gates were closed with the end of the bell ringing in the city and in the village, and it was common sense that it was early in the morning that they could be opened, so of course, let the nostrils (Wairo) work plenty.

According to the gatekeeper's story, the lady who looked over the curtain was a brunette beauty wearing a veil - this falls within the characteristics of the demon girl that Ashle witnessed that night.

I was concerned about Alma.

I rushed right out and had to use all my strength to keep pushing myself to find Alma.

That's how the sleepless night dawned.