Sanzen no Souru Supina

Border Village: In Pharaoh Ashle encounters (so gu) the Wall.

It is said to have used ancient ruins, but it is surprising to learn that it is still active, which prevents people from crossing from the streets to a dozen meters wide and a few kilotrels long.

There were 500 soldiers stationed in the villages along the walls.

When it comes to 500 people, it is a force comparable to an army that can be twisted by an urban state with a population of 50,000.

Thinking of it as constant combat power, it was supposed to be a huge expense.

"Beyond this walls, the former Ignace realm, for one thing, is hell"

Spread the map over the table in the room, the pallet said.

Conference to determine future policy, with Ashley and the others on its seat.

Because the carriage that supposedly took the sacred relic swung through the soldier's restraint and entered the former Ignace side.

At that time, several soldiers who entered the halt have been tragically murdered.

It was a complete breakthrough.

The soldiers were made into two bones from the top of a simple breastplate for the sentry.

Even if it is simple, it is made of steel, with one receiving several cuts in each place.

A tough sword to fight, and a handful.

Unless it's a story in the world of Tsuji lectures, such as breaking off steel armor, it's even hard to cut in - no, if it's a "spindle" capable person or a user of the Devil's Eleven Clans, or.

Ashle thought while observing that cutting surface.

Nevertheless the torso, neck, hands and feet… are all deadly blows.

In other words, the soldiers will have been fatally wounded many times.

Human beings die easily if they lose their hands and feet on the battlefield.

If we don't stop the bleeding in time, it's a shame.

And yet where is it necessary to kill someone who has been badly wounded and has already become a corpse in such terrible ways?

This is not the same as offering a todome.

Mercy, etc., nowhere. I can't feel a single piece.

Ashle, along with the priest of Pharaoh, followed the autopsy and remembered his anger.

Furthermore, the fragments of the bodies were all discoloured to purple.

In addition to this much killing power, the killer used poison.

Human secluded sword moves and cruelty.

I couldn't forgive it, I thought.

The carelessness of the soldiers must always be cleared.

But as I saw like that cruel death, I felt more and more uncomfortable between that night, the night I encountered the demon - who looked like a beautiful girl - and this brutal M.O.

Instead, I even had certainty.

This M.O. is not her, he said.

"Holy Knight: Balaje? Can I help you?

At some point, I guess I was immersed in thought.

Solas called out.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry... think about it... it's like reasoning"

"Shall we talk later?

"No, I'd love to hear it. About the old Ignace territory, was it?

As Ashley urged, Solas continued the conversation as he understood it.

The Commander is involved in the overall motivation in the sky.

Ashley cut off her thoughts and listened to the story.

"The former Ignace territory was once one of the leading barn areas on this Idareia peninsula. But now there's a natural disaster in man-made disasters, and all I can say is that it's God's punished land."

Thoras added that a whirlpool of chi, plague and famine and poverty and disorder are not the only places people trample on, not just their flesh, but even their hearts.

"Why, for that matter"

"The loss of an overly great king was the beginning of the first place."

Mirei said with a serious peek into Ashley's face.

"Grand Barazza Ignache, so famous that he called the Pope of Time the Coming King (download)"

Ashley, too, had only heard the name.

A hero of salvation who was admired by the people by good governance, feared more than evil by fair judgment, and did not even resign from decisive treatment against hostile foreign nations.

A man who was a convincing (Toshin) Ixian and who had a thick trust from the Pope.

He existed when he came out of the ancient hero Tan (Saga), whom he asked.

That was the grand for Ashley.

"If it were so, the heirs would have had that virtue again."

Indeed, and with a sinking face, Solas said.

"Let's say sarcasm is about this.

The two remaining sons inherited more than that virtue.

And King Gran, whose brothers that man had asked for the end of the kingdom, disputed the throne.

Brother Gashyn, His Royal Highness the King and His Royal Highness the Belkut. "

Ashle tasted the feeling of being grabbed by the heart.

For Ashley, who was rarely an only child in this day and age, the very idea of competing among brothers was outside.

Ashley doesn't understand why so much strife arises in a family to love.

"The battle to wash blood with blood spanned two long years. His Highness Gashyn won. But by then, His Highness Gashyn had changed humans."

"I can't even do it. I got my real brother."

Yes, and Solas indicates consent and continues.

"But Gashyn's place as king was off track. The oppression that follows the oppression. And one day, the people arose. Rebellion," says History. "

For Ashle, who has lived in a world of dictatorial monarchy and rule by the Pope, the story of the uprising of the people replacing the king was completely out of comprehension.

I wonder how the nation can sustain itself by losing its ruler and the nation's representative king.

The story of Solas was close to a gaga (torso) for Ashley.

"So what happened to the kingdom?

To Ashle's frank inquiry, Solas looked suspicious for a moment.

It looked like he was wondering if the facts should be spoken.

"There was a revolution."

Revolution.

Ashley didn't know the word. If it's a rebellion, I understand.

It's not impossible either, Solas said, showing understanding.

"Democracy, freedom, revolution. These are a kind of ideological disease," Solas disconnected.

"Are you saying that the people will flip the rebel flag against the kingdom given by God? Is that a riot against the reign? Not aggression by hostile states or civil strife between nobles?

Ashley can't help but gloat that it's madness.

"The idea is that humans are inherently free and equal and that national governments should be conducted by humans elected by fair elections from among their people. In other words, delegate power to the people."

The palette gives the thrust of the revolution in a sober tone.

It was an unacceptable concept for them to have been educated in an authoritarian monarchy.

"Don't you just get lost in the country?

To Ashley's inquiry, you're right, Mirei agreed first.

"Freedom, what is it?

It was then that Eunice pinched her mouth, which until then had pierced her silence.

Originally, it was unlikely that Eunice, a squire, would be present in the room, but around the knights, especially taking care of the meal, was allowed because Eunice's skill was out of group.

The knights look back at Eunice in unison.

Eunice strengthened herself by showering the gaze of everyone who was there all by herself.

"I honestly don't know how to think about it either - humans can go anywhere and be any profession. It seems possible to marry anyone."

"Such a stupid thing, there's no way I can do it. I mean, absurd.

"For the sake of that painting, it's the entity of the word revolution that wants to endanger the country."

"But still - did the revolution..."

Ashle said emotionally.

Even in the shambles of madness, he was in no small awe of those who had accomplished enough to turn the heavens and the earth upside down.

But the words of the palette that followed served to put cold water on that emotion.

"And then came fear politics."

"Terror politics?

"The Revolutionary Army was a staging area for a number of factions. In fact, if Lord Gashyn's army hadn't been exhausted in the civil war, the U.N. crowd could never have won. Once in power, they must have noticed.

If we do not monopolize the regime solely by ourselves and those who support us, it will be up to us to follow the same fate as Lord Gashyn. "

"So what happened to them? In fact?

"Solemn Zheng. Here comes the guillotine."

Because of the large number of humans that had to be killed, they built a headstand. said the pallet.

Foolish things, followed by Miley telling him to throw up.

The knight's job is war, but there's honor and pride there.

That's what the knights believe.

Belief is the basis for disciplining humans.

But I wouldn't even have a heart in a machine just to kill humans.

"When snitching and betrayal bewitched the hearts and minds, and exhaustion reached its culmination, the inago and plague struck the country"

The land died of endless hunger and business disease, and at last became the hell of a world whirled by natural mutations.

Thanks to Palette and Solas for their conversation as they supplemented each other, Ashley was able to have quite a specific image of the Ignache kingdom.

"There goes the thief who took the sacred relic... you've been in trouble"

Pallet felt it, and indeed, Ashley agreed.

So our future actions - to the gaze directed at,

"I'm staying here tonight. We have put out our use on previous journeys, so there should almost certainly be a fast horse from the Pope's Office. Wait for that information and decide on your march policy for tomorrow."

That's right, I cut back.

"Any other questions?

If I could, but Miley raised her hand modestly.

Go ahead, Ashley urges.

"I would like to teach you the external characteristics and efficacy of the sacred relics. If we're going to a place where it's not strange for each other to lose their lives, even when we're the last ones, we're on a mission."

Ashley exchanged glances with Solas.

I have told Solas and Eunice, the deputy secretaries, about the outline.

Essentially, anything concerning the Holy Relics was the secretary of the Pontifical Agency, a matter in which it was forbidden to speak out without the permission of the head of the Holy Relics Management Division, who was the Pope's human being or his direct report.

Mirei should be fully aware of that, and she dares ask, so I guess there's something there.

So Ashley decided that this was a ritual for a kind of union.

"Okay. I trust you all. I'll talk to you on my own."

Solas nods silently.

There was a good grin behind my beard that I could be a good commander.

The crime scene never trusts a superior officer who brings solidified discipline or privacy to the battlefield.

And Ashley revealed where the blame lay.

I didn't talk to her because she asked. I made it clear that I would speak because of my trust in my men.

Humans first trust people who believe in themselves.

As a young man, Ashley naturally gets to meet it.

It's a lot, Solas was impressed.

Holy Cage Hand: Hands of Glory.

And the Holy Relic: "Dextrus".

Illustrations were arranged on the tabletop.

The knights breathe in front of the drawings, which are lent solely to officials serving the Holy Relics Management Division.

The two sacred relics, colored while physical, seemed to fascinate the knights indeed.

Blunt silver gauntlet.

That was Hands of Glory.

The armored surface, made to weave irregularities, was the result of a terribly advanced blacksmith technique, which at the same time, while holding even feminine curves, gave a sense of bone chi as an obvious wartime tool.

But it's not that great look that would have made Hands of Glory a truly sacred relic.

It is the internal material that is difficult to understand from the front that bears witness to this.

Secrets were hidden in the skin material that protected them from fingertips to elbows.

That was the flesh of the saints.

Luguin Radius Pardini.

A man once branded heretical, yet kept fighting the demons at night.

This sacred relic, made from its flesh, was considered to be a must-have weapon to handle the Great Sword of the Fae: the Rose Absolute, which was Luguin's sword.

At present, however, the sword at the heart was more lost, and the human world was in a state lacking trump cards to resist the demons at night.

This was also the sacred relic that Ashle's father had recaptured over the Night Devil's Lady.

Grand Duke of the Night Devil, son of Scarbelli - Cionzafil Iote Berioni Geiserlon.

A detailed sketch of Theonzafil was left as a reference material.

Beautiful night, Devil's Princess.

And the primary suspect in this one.

Surprisingly, it was Ashle's father: Gray.

Until even Ashley saw this drawing, that's something she didn't know.

And one sacred relic, Dextrus, was at first glance reminiscent of the tip of the spear.

Surprisingly engraved letters and symbols.

Now the engraved of the missing letter. If that is the blade, it is enough to evoke to Ashle the terrible imagination that what was penetrated into it "will be inserted the meaning of the letter itself".

And that was also the relic of the Coming King: Gran.

Everything to unravel the mystery of what potency is hidden in its blade is an object that has been lost with the kingdom.

Only one thing is for sure, as is the relationship between Hands of Glory and Rose Absolute, there was also a pair of items in Dextrus.

Only the name was obvious.

- "Paragram".

In the words of the sacrifices of the old woods, 'scattered' - meaning 'present everywhere' - I can't imagine what it is, Ashle.

It's just that we have to recapture these two items at all costs, and that one of the suspects is the Princess of the Night Devil.

Ashle told everyone honestly about it.

"Well, you knew that."

What is the story of the Ignace royal family? Pallet scratches his head.

I was preaching a lesson to my teacher.

"Never again."

Ashley immediately apologized.

Apologize for your disrespect disguised as ignorance because you cannot speak out on matters relating to sacramental affairs.

But I really didn't know about revolutions, about democracy, about freedom.

The knights looked at each other and then broke their faces.

I don't look angry that I was being fooled.

Instead, they seemed to think he was a dependable man who could pretend to be ignorant if necessary.

"I didn't know I could even ventriloquist at that age. No, I'm afraid so."

Apparently, Ashley's assessment got him on point as a commander enough to believe.

It was only after midnight that Barton, Eunice's grandfather and detective, visited Ashley.

"I'm sorry to have you out. I don't have time for a preliminary investigation."

"Trouble is usual. It's not very pleasant, but it seems to be a hit."

You mean Alma.

It will be longer verbally, so this, and Burton offered a concise summary of the material.

Ashle's hands trembled as she continued reading.

Ruthlessly pour and drink out the wine placed in the water into the goblet.

"Can I have one, too?

Barton says in a flat voice, and starts doing it at his discretion if he sees no response as good.

"Armastella Orte Ignace - Alma is Gashyn's daughter? Grandson of Gran?

Put your hands on your temples. Ashle groaned.

I didn't know it was about washing my coworkers' past or anything.

But an inquiry of the holy knight, who lay down the sacred relic, commanded Ashley.

If you believe in Alma's survival, you must always assume exceptional circumstances.

That conjecture seems to have caught the brutal truth.

"What about the Pope's Office?

"You probably haven't got this information. Beautifully connected. In historical fact, she's the daughter who's supposed to be dead. Alma is a lot of names around here, so I thought," No way. "

Then, Barton said.

"Alma has met with a man several times over the past three months. Serving, Built Taverns, Private Rooms"

Private time exists for the staff of the Holy Relics Management Section, albeit for the monks.

Not like just monks who give worship the highest priority.

The obligation to notify destinations was also allowed to go out at night of something.

To my room, a man would just have been more sneaky.

Nevertheless, it is on the premises of the Pope's Office.

Bold enough too.

"What's the man's identity?

I'm really starting to feel like fucking mud. Ashle moaned.

"Nahatwerg Parow. Knight of the former kingdom of Ignache. But this looks like a frown spit."

Are you suspicious?

"How dare you say knight collapse... I was too used to choosing a base, etc... so much so that you might as well say that you and I are in the same business. Even though we have the Ignace Royal Seal genealogy chart, it seems to be the Palau family, but it seems to be a long lost blood muscle."

"What do you mean?

"In short, terrorists. It also seems to be a member of a group of democratically admirable activists called the" Werewolves. "

At that moment, puffiness, and something made a noise behind Ashle's brain.

Is it also the meshing sound of the puzzle?

It felt like a spark scattered in a corner of my head.

Words were spilling naturally.

"Alma is alive. And it was Armastella herself who brought Dextras."

"Why can't you tell me all about it?

"I'm looking at the actual Dextrus. That was the paper knife Alma was pinching in the Bible that night. I even forgot to be suspicious because I was so prestigious.

First of all, it's classified material, so even the inventory couldn't even look through it until it got to the task this way, but if you're a person who's ever seen the real thing, you can tell the difference. Not to mention the royal treasure. "

That's a great idea, says Burton.

The moment I saw it, I was sarcastic.

"And then, young, the most important information. The former Ignaş territory, a place of escape for both Almastera and Nahatwerg, has already become a 'closed corridor'. - Good luck."

Ashley was asking herself in Barton's departed chamber.

Almastella, and, Nahatwerg.

If these two are the suspects who took Dextras, then that night the devil - Theonzafir - is fighting with them for what?

The line connecting there really didn't show up.

More importantly, Ashle couldn't have imagined that the owner of those cool purple eyes would "seize the sacred relic and the murder that accompanies it" - that is, do something about the imitation of night robbery and robbery, etc.

I saw it during the day, the soldiers' unbroken bodies pass behind their brains.

But that's why there's no material to deny involvement.

Fatigue was on my body like starch.

Ashle's consciousness was swallowed by darkness as she repeated the question.

The next morning, I checked my gear and went down to the hall and they were all there.

It is before dawn. There was not a single sagging thing.

There was a use from the Pope's Office just before. The names Almastella and Nahatwerg were raised. Nor is the Pope's Office incompetent.

However, there was no mention of Almastella's lineage.

Still, it seemed only a matter of time before we reached from the line between Nahatwerg and the Royal Ignaš.

Ashle knew that different speculations were swirling in the crew's chest.

But I didn't dare mention that topic.

Preach that it is only the recapture of the sacred relics that comes first.

More than that, he revealed the most important of Burton's information.

"Closed Corridor"?

Everyone, including Solas, asked for the parrot back.

Ashley explains. That is the enclosure of the enemy, a land in this world where the laws of the enemy take precedence as a seclusion.

"Ignache territory, no, is not a place of reason in this world"

Ashley explained pale.

- The otherworlds that have emerged in this world, rejecting the Spindle and those who are capable of it.

Absolute hostiles sitting there - about the overloads.

"No matter how good sword moves or forged flesh are there, faith doesn't even make sense. It's just a world where everything can't move forward without the torque of a spindle."

Confused by chest pain while explaining.

That was because it was nothing more than what you claim to be out-of-person.

And if there be a man that can confront a thing that is not human, he is already an outsider.

I thought I figured out why my father revealed that he didn't want me on this side.

The Cathedral Knights have heard the name of the Closed Corridor, too.

But it is the battlefield of the infidel "spindle" capable men, the infidels headed by the Holy Knight (Paladin).

For many who do not possess the ability to "spindle", it is recognized as the equivalent of the exotic, demonic realm that exists only in the hero Tan, of an unrealistic gaga tale.

Ashley's remarks were therefore tantamount to jumping into the story. Invasion into the side of fiction is tantamount to affirmation.

Inevitably, that becomes a separate word.

with a world full of sunshine.

with the world on this side.

"I'll be alone from here on out."

Ashle bowed her head deeply.

I go alone. That was the word of farewell.

My father taught me. Fight alone if you want to protect something important.

"I'm not comfortable with it"

It was surprisingly Solas who said it in a resolute voice.

Everyone else was poked in the void. Ashle looked into Solas' eyes.

I can see at a glance that you're showing me Ashley. I almost burst into tears.

"Can't you believe it"

"Until I saw it with these eyes"

"Then it can be too late."

Ashle offers her right hand to wish for a handshake.

Intrepid Solas bothered to stand up and hold his hand back.

It is that moment. The giants of Solas danced through the universe.

The tall, muscular solus is close to 100 guillos.

Ashley against is sixty guillos at best.

It was more or less supposed to be an impossible story, such as throwing it off with one right hand.

But on the contrary, Ashley did more terrible art.

Solas spun a spin. Side rotation.

Tickle, and actually my adorable eyes blinked.

"This is the Spindle. There's only one thing I can do to help."

Ashley offered her right hand once again. Hands up.

There was nothing there.

But the solas I touched found out.

There's a lot of energy in there.

I can't even see it.

"I don't mean to say you're all on your feet. I just want you to know that this side of reason doesn't work on the other side."

Together we push silence into pale words. That's settled, and Ashley snapped.

"I'm going to Ignace alone."

You are all to return to the Pope's Office.

When she finished telling him so, Ashley started eating alone.

As the neighbors gently walked away,

"What do you mean, this is!

Ashle, who finished his meal, checked his gear and loved the horse: Troops were waiting in front of the castle wall when he went to the border with Vitrion.

Without missing anyone. Fully equipped.

Ashley wolves with the oro and has no choice but to walk before them like a bear in a cage.

"We will accompany the captain at our will"

"It's a military violation!

"It's a crime scene decision."

"It's a military law conference!

"We're all ready!" - It's a comedy-like interaction.

Ashle pressed her fist against her eyelids as tears seemed to flood her.

"Are you nuts, you guys?"

"Not as good as the captain..."

"Superior officer insult!

Saying, Ashley hugged Solas and Millet in the front row.

These humans tell me to go my way with myself I met a few days ago.

Knowing it's a hell of a way to go, it tells me I can't let a young man like myself go alone or anything.

I think Ashle figured out why my father could have fought alone.

He said it was because he knew these people were behind him.

"All of you, I will protect you."

Crying, Ashley said away. Everyone laughs.

"Uh, girl, you're..."

Eunice's relentless penetration.

Pallet agrees there.

"But really, sometimes, you're so beautiful, aren't you? Sacred Knight: What Balaje?"

Unexpectedly Eunice also exposes the shocking facts of the past in the hands of pallets that don't make you feel different about your identity or anything else.

"Maybe it's because you're a little sick and you've been raised as a girl for a while."

"Oh, my God, that's... adorable"

"Goller, what a bulge -!

Seriously, the crying ashle started rumbling around, but I couldn't stop laughing.

But Ashley will repent later, until he dies.

the sweetness of one's judgment, the lack of rigour.