Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Can you drink?"

Ashle hesitated whether she should receive the bottle handed to her.

If I noticed, I was intervened trying to keep my body on the back of a sitting Vitrion.

I should have thanked you.

He saved his life and let himself be embraced when he fell down.

You may return it, but you will not be able to repay it.

But that's also if the other person isn't even the Princess of the Night Devil.

"Don't be dramatic, it's not poisoned or anything. I could scratch my sleeping neck while I was losing my mind without having to use such a roundabout of hands."

Still afraid, Ashley drank the light purple liquid all at once.

It was so delicious that it was so potent.

Natural sweetness, rich (fuzzy) aroma, just as if it contained the rose itself in the mouth. It makes breathing as easy as a lie that was painful.

"Oh, thank you"

Out of the way, but I managed to say.

Mm, and Theon smiled.

Ashley wolfed when she remembered another pain in her chest.

I'm sure she's unconscious when the color of her emotions dwells on her icy statue-like beauty - especially in the case of Theon - creating a hard charm to resist.

That it is magical enough to make Ashle, the Holy Knight, temporarily forget the perception that the smile is an enemy.

Isma was staring at the ashle with her eyes.

It was overlooked in the midst of a confused situation, but this Isma is also a species categorized by classification as the enemy of mankind.

A race of darkness known as earthspiders. He is the ruler of the underground world, with excellent curses, drugs and gold and silver processing techniques - more importantly, an abominable species through plot.

The man was turning a hostile gaze.

"Can I drink my princess's, but not mine?"

"No... not like that"

"I don't need to say. I want to wish. I offended Hijo."

It's okay, I drink this, and Isma puts up the drug in question.

"The sweet one of the devil looks good on your kids at night. Adult drinks with that season are still good. This exquisite collaboration of bitterness and acidity. Micro foam. Refreshing throat waste. There's nothing else."

I felt like this man's sexual roots came to light as he cared for Ashle slightly with his eyes, drooling his interpretation of how excellent his own medication was even though he hadn't been asked.

Suddenly, Izma's eyes sharpened as she finished drinking at once and watched the label.

Mmm, I heard a voice.

"The expiration date is 300 years... past..."

Muggle, and a big man rolled around the ground. On the side, sheep feed on it.

Shion kicked his ass and Isma quieted down. It was a steep point in the human body for everyone to know, but Ashle decided to keep quiet because he might be pleased.

Oddly enough, the back of the bush was full of clean air.

The three and the two rides are taking a break in a blank space (gap) in their depths.

"Because of the Rose Absolute, it was only slight but divine."

That's what Theon explained all the time.

Ashley wondered what to ask.

The hand touched Shivnir.

Did you insult me, or is it believed? You're supposed to be looking at that power, but Theon didn't take Ashley's weapon.

While Ashley was in a coma, I should have been able to do it.

"They saved my life. Thank you. I want to pay back what I owe you, but now I'm on holy duty. Sooner or later."

It wasn't a question I spoke to, it was a thank you.

I stayed seated, but my head was deep down.

"Thank you and so on - the cleanliness of such a thing is preferable. But stiff. If you don't live softer, you'll break it. Spears, too, wouldn't they?

Praised with a soft voice, Ashley remembered that she was being treated like a child.

I tried to correct that. I looked into Zion's eyes and said, "I'm a man, an adult." Not a child, he said.

"So, it will. So the next step is not to be able to help, but to be the man to help."

It didn't even sound like a goose. I felt an overwhelming difference in my life experience.

"Speaking of which, you didn't get your name."

Theon said to the teeth-beating ashle.

Ashley follows her courtesy, confused by the circumstances that prompt her to name the person to be pursued. There's so much to be thankful for, such as not naming the person you helped.

"Ashledau Balaje. Holy Knight of the Extrum Pope's Office. It is at the mercy of the Holy Relics."

"Cionzafil Iote Bellioni. Therefore it is separated from the house"

"Izmagalum Hidunhi. A great title, nothing"

said Isma as she rolled.

He seemed to want me to join him, but neither Ashle nor Zion looked at each other with their gaze firmly entangled.

It wasn't pain. Something was loosening Izma's tear glands.

Loneliness, was.

"The Balaje family means your father is Lord Gressnaught-Grey?

As soon as each other finishes his name, he is given his father's name, and Ashley becomes increasingly confused.

Since the Balaje family is a gateway to a traditional aristocracy, it is not surprising that human beings from other countries know the Lord's name.

Except if the other person becomes the hateful night demon of humanity.

Indeed, it was in that inventory of sacred relics, her portrait was that of the Father: Grey's Hand, but no way - Ashle answers as confused.

"Anyway, yes."

Moment after moment, Theon's expression became as bright as a flower blossomed.

There was a face that said there was a point.

"Right. Is that Lord Grey's son? It smells the same."

"Where did you find my father?"

"I was a comrade."

An unmistakable answer spilled out of Zion's lips.

Theon's story to deny was too honest. I very much don't think it's a lie.

More importantly, Sion, who asks about his father, is happily making his face shine.

"How is your father?"

"My father - he's dead. It's War Death. In Crusades (Crusades). He said he fought fine. I also gave him a medal from the Pope. A golden rose - a chevron of Rosa de Doro."

It seemed like Zion's honest delight, and Ashley had to change her tone.

And Ashle was shocked by the fact that he was told and by the face of Scion, who was quietly out of emotion.

The pain and mourning that stood in Zion's heart felt like it was his own thing.

For some reason, I discover myself feeling that way, not knowing, and I get upset again.

"Why... to the Crusaders, etc."

"I volunteered, I hear."

"Impossible. Gray is - excuse me, your father was not such a man. He was an intelligent and fine man who could not have joined the myth that crusaders raised blood lines to the extinction of other peoples and races."

It never seemed mundane to speak of Zion more fervently than Ashley, his son, about his father. I couldn't help but know what relationship there was between Theon and my father Gray.

"Hands of Glory."

Ask him, and Zion told me without hesitation.

"Was that ten years ago?

When I confronted an overlord, I happened to be dealing with the same enemy. And when it was a painful division, I had lost too much blood, and the dawn was upon me.

How can you say Day Walker, daylight can be deadly when it's debilitating. I had to rest in the dark soon.

So Hands of Glory was shackled.

You can't dive into the shadows with this gear on. Many of the substances in this world have shadows, so we can carry them even if we "cross shadows" them. Except for true sacred relics, however.

From the Astral direction, they have no shadow.

Because it glows from the inside itself. It was a blockage. Gray offered me there. I'll take care of it.

He wants me to come and get it when my body demodulates. "

Ashle can only stare at Scion in a tone that speaks of the old man she fell in love with, as if she had fallen in love.

"I don't know if this is all true of the Holy Knight, but the men I know were the great things of the vessel.

Unbiased, intelligent, and courteous. Proud, honorable, but never losing sight of reality. It's called Lewyn, Gray - it's called your father. "

"Didn't the princess fool you? A man cheats."

Thanks to the village eight minutes, Isma, completely humbled, said something from the darkness of the bush.

"Impossible"

Prior to Ashle, who nearly opened his mouth in the honour of his father, Theon affirmed. Anger is burning in its eyes.

Ashley can't help but feel her chest get hot.

"Gray is not such a man. Never."

"Then it's murder. It was the Pope's office that plotted it. Gray was sent to the front of the Crusades on suspicion of connecting with the princess. He's the easiest guy to murder. Something I used a lot too, that hand."

I was good at Isma's face talking about evil.

"Even when it's Luggin, I'm sure it is. Enemies or allies for them, in other words, are convenient or bad for them."

I could see the blood pulling from Zion's face.

Ashle felt her heart disturbed by Zion's upset eyes.

Theon asked Ashle, his son.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know. However," Hands of Glory "fell under the control of the Pope's Office at the same time as his father's crusader expedition was decided. There's a record."

Ashle retrieves the Book of Holy Relics. Refers to the detailed year number.

Theon pressed silence. I was trembling. Unmixed anger was there.

"Unloosable"

Ashle was stunned that she could no longer see Scion as an enemy or anything else.

I never thought of my father's death as murder.

"Uh, I'm sure that Mr. Gray was made a deal for a crusader expedition to protect your family.

What the powerful people think is familiar.

Suspicion punishes and kills, and only the person lifts and uses it heroically. Dead people are convenient. No matter how much you lift, it won't cost you any money. "

Ashle stared strongly at Isma. Izma hid in the shadow of the bush, but did not stop speaking.

"I'm not saying that the Pope's Office is particularly evil. What every organization does."

"Repeat."

"But your father wasn't a fanatic joining the Crusades, was he? Yet he volunteered to die in battle. At the same time the sacred relics deposited by the princess fit under the control of the Pontifical Agency. It's too convenient, isn't it weird?

Looks like he's been injected with venom from his ear, and he's dizzy. Are you saying that values are about to collapse? I don't recognize reality well.

"I'm sorry"

At some point there was Zion right next door.

I was begged for forgiveness.

Ashley finally realized that he was being apologized for his father's death.

"If what Isma says is true, I'm the one who drove Gray to death. I should have apologized to you, Mother, but if the devil's daughter turns up at night, I would be bothered. Now I want you to forgive me for that misconduct."

"I don't want anything going out to the right of the earthspider Ismagalum for conspiracy. So this story is true. You look like you can't even kill a bug. The priests are bad."

Didn't want to accept everything by then.

Ashley doesn't know how to answer. I had lost sight of the compass of my life. To deny it was a total repetition, the Pope's Office was indeed an organization that was adept at conspiracy.

I just wanted to ask you one thing.

"Hands of Glory."

Whose is it really? I felt that it was connected to all the problems.

"It's mine."

Taking Ashle's hand, Zion, who was kneeling, answered quietly, but clearly, when asked.

Behold, he opened his hands and showed them. The smoothed skin is exposed.

"This is Luggin's skin, itself. I sewed myself together."

"The sheet metal part was machined by me. So the line of the princess's body is perfect."

Isma pinched her mouth.

Really, Ashley asks Zion with her eyes.

No wonder, Theon agrees.

Unlike weapons, protective equipment, especially expensive sheet metal armor, is a time when almost all were made to order. Even if some physical differences can be accommodated by adjusting the fasteners or repositioning the fillings, there are limits to what can be accommodated.

Theon was completely dressed in Hands of Glory, which had a particularly tight line. The precision of the part is perfectly accompanied by the line of Scion's body.

I didn't think there were two of these things rolling around in the world.

It was definite evidence.

"It was entrusted to me by Luggin himself along with Rose Absolute. He told me to save my countrymen."

"Save my countrymen?

"Unleash yourself from the prison in time of perpetual robbery. Break and open chains from prisoners of" do so "power."

Tears spilled out of Zion's eyes, even though he wasn't crying.

By the time he realized it, Ashle was sucking away the tears with her lips. Scion did not avoid it.

It tastes the same as that spirit medicine. Ashley felt that way.

"Trust me... will you"

"Right now, though it's impossible to do everything - it's impossible to believe in demons at night, but I think you can...

And then just now... I can't keep you crying... that's what I thought. It was something else. I hope you forgive me. "

Embarrassed by his actions, Ashley deflects her face. It is bright red to the ear.

The magnitude of what had been done seemed to flash around.

It was enough that Scion, apologized to Ashle, blushed.

There was one Isma in the rose bush, chewing on the broom, but the two in the vortex hadn't even noticed.

So, Theonzafir, you say you're not involved in taking Dextras.

"I know who worked the theft.

We were allowed to use it to break the boundaries of the papal administration, but we were not attentive to the contents of the goods to be stolen.

Snitching is not a hobby, but only to solve misunderstandings. Ask what it is.

I'm just saying that my purpose was just to get this back. - Believe it or not, you're free. "

Ashley nodded, believing in Scion, who showed his blunt glowing Hands of Glory.

The brightness was increased so that Zion's face could shine.

I wanted to suspect more of the textbooks that I have been teaching myself that I am a slutty, disloyal, benevolent clan of nights.

The actions of Zion without lies reach straight to Ashle's chest.

If you're being fooled by this, so much so that you think it's better to die.

Of course, I couldn't tell you that.

"Anyway - you said you knew the people who stole Dextras?

"Nahatwerg, you called it. You think you're an Ignacious knight for everything?

But it didn't feel that way to me.

That and the ni monk was acting as a drawer.

She didn't look like the kind of daughter who would do that, but maybe there was something so unplugged about it.

Well, that's not what I'm supposed to say about using them. "

Ashle was more heartbroken by Alma's involvement than he was able to take the back of the case.

"I didn't know a man named Nahat thought he was a knight?

"It's just a feeling... but the smell of his" dream "was not good"

"The smell of Dreams?

"Don't you know what the Devil's clan eats at night?

Izma returns to the subject as she rolls like a potato worm.

"Living blood, isn't it?"

"There's that too. But it's not accurate."

Theon took Ashle's question.

"Precisely" Dreams "dissolved in blood, that's our food. The diet nourishes the flesh and spirit of the organism. From the good dreams come noble beings, but from the nightmares there is nothing more. So at night the devil searches for noble blood"

"Doesn't that mean... meals don't have to be blood?

Sharp, Theon praises Ashley.

"Absolutely right. For example, I have not sipped blood for nearly a hundred years."

Show the dog teeth and laugh. Scion packed the distance from Ashle.

"Beautiful wine, carefully crafted local beer, mother's heartfelt home cooking. From them, you can take more Dreams than blood."

What the fatalists, in particular, create.

The sight directed from Zion had a sense of respect. to what humans and their hands produce.

Theon leans over to Ashle, who notices it.

"It smells good."

Ashle was upset that she could not make a decision as to whether she should be afraid or laughed off as a joke. I resent the inexperience of my life that makes me doggy.

But for some reason, I feel no fear.

Yeah, and Sion narrows his eyes in dissatisfaction.

Ashley punched her eyes.

"That was too honest. It's not worth the deception. Boring."

Puppy, and Scion turned that way like a stubborn cat. Maybe I should have been afraid.

Ashle rushed her hands up and down like an idiot.

Hehe, and Scion blew.

"The retrieval of the sacred relics meant that the purpose was" Dextrus "and" Hands of Glory. "

"That... became second. But I haven't given up Hands of Glory yet. Believing in you is not the same as abandoning your mission."

Ashley said, getting up. Shivnir was held in his hand.

"But the most important thing is to help Eunice."

If you're still alive.

It cemented its desperate determination and took the reins of the Vitrion.

"Thank you. I will not forget your grace for saving my life. If you were alive, I'd pay you back."

Theon's hand held on to Ashle trying to put his leg on the jaw.

"Wait - Izma"

When Shion named him, Isma was trying to hide behind the bush again and there.

"Take possession. Take advantage of the daughter's safety and whereabouts!

With so much momentum that Ashle was barometric on too many swordscreens, Theon dragged Isma out.

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Kids or Omae. Huh!

The figure of a man wasting his time on the ground was less than a child.

"My princess, just go with Ashley. Who opened the portal? Me. Who taught Ashley how to inspire the Spindle? Me. Who explained the plot? Me, Me. I'm the one.

"I won't say it again. Occupy it. Hurry. We don't have time."

"No, if you're doing fortune telling or something"

With control, Ashley mourns Zion.

But Theon didn't get it together.

"A bluff like a mixture of astronomy and probability theory that the human occupiers do, and this one's divination is a technology of another dimension. Its accuracy is almost medium. So... hurry up."

But only this time, Isma didn't move if she was put in a kick.

frustrating. Theon was foolish. Until the reward comes out, I guess Teko won't be able to move. What do you want, Theon said.

"Tears - tears. Isma, I want to pepper the tears of the princess."

Theon and Ashley just have to look at each other.

I'm going to make a big debt, Ashley thought.

Ha, and Scion took a big sigh.

"... there is only one. It's just the next one. If I cry, I cry."

booking voucher (reserve), a piece of paper was protruded that said And a blade pen. When Zion signed a snub, Izma received it as if she wanted to pull back.

"Booking...... Done!

The outward movement stretched Isma up and landed. The cloth was laid in a flowing motion.

Complex shapes were painted on animal skins that I had never even seen.

The stone was placed due to the smoothness of the trick. Keystones for fortune.

It could have been a jewel, or a precious ore, or a raw stone, or a halffossilized tree, or an animal bone. It was so beautiful, it had the magic to be drawn in.

And the breathtaking ashle, and Isma incensed the fire that was burning by the way, and said:

"Let it out once in a while, you. Think of things with people."

Ashle is hacked by the voice.

I was half fascinated by the lined up items and the hand.

Long fingers swarmed the herd of precious stones, and he felt the obvious gift of heaven.

After a moment of hesitation, Ashle removed the cloth that was wrapped around her arms.

"He's a knight."

Isma impressed me in a strange place.

It was Eunice's sunny sleeve.

Eunice said she no longer has a daughter-in-law anywhere.

It's not just words. I sent Ashley the sleeves of the sunny clothes my parents had prepared for me.

Ashley didn't let it go on any battlefield.

The blood returned and Ashle hesitated to take it off, flaking and dirty. My hands are shaking and it doesn't work.

Theon holds his chest and watches it.

"You should choose one. Then wrap the cloth around it."

Ashley was confused again by Isma telling him to pick Keystone. They all look precious.

"If you're reluctant? I wonder if it's such a stone thing to compare to, what's that co called Eunice?

A voice like calling from the bottom of a dark hole. Ashley felt like she saw the essence of this man.

"I have something important on me, too."

Izma flicked an earlier booking ticket.

... Ashle decided to focus her consciousness on the stone in front of her.

Among the herds of precious stones was an amber trapped with butterflies.

Current ran at my fingertips.

This is it, I thought.

"Your eyes are high"

Isma got an extra pair of hands.

Ashle wraps her sleeve cloth around precious stones with trembling fingers.

"Untie me."

I finished the roll and looked at that I gave it to you, Isma said.

Then he basically released the rest of the stone.

In the wake of the incense burning, fading colors were scattered over the cloth.

"Not good."

Isma snapped. Sharp eyesight. Previously, the heartless man is not there.

"Throw it. Change, believe me."

As Isma commanded me. Now Ashle unleashed the stone. Just wish Eunice well.

then I played a bone that amber collided with when I heard a noise.

Its bones roll red balls and green stones, moving gold.

Ashley was unconsciously inspiring the Spindle.

"A miracle."

Isma raised her voice softly.

"That co is alive. A prisoner, but alive. There's a strange hint, though."

I can't believe it, I crush it many times and Isma puts up a cloth with the consequences of fortune.

"It's just... this is a nasty place."

It's a hole, Isma said.

"The Great Vain of Divine Seal - The Valley of the Royal Family"

Guy - Gran - huh? Theon answered.