Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Princess, please don't. I'll get the disease. The man will no longer be helped."

Voices from overhead, Eunice lifts her eyelids (eyelids).

The blood paste was dry and sticky, only my right eye went up.

It was cold. I was thirsty. My body cramps and I can't stop. I was having a haemorrhagic shock.

Oh, I know I'm going to die.

I find it stingy that God's mercy does not equip man with a view that allows him to see himself objectively.

Without a doubt, it would have been terrible.

I'm glad Ashley wasn't around.

I didn't want you to see your dirty self.

"Drop it."

To the Lord of voices, that was all I could say.

"We should give to those who plead (cancer) for sustenance. It's called mercy as a human being."

"I won't. This is me. Just like me. I will save you."

For a moment in a world full of sulfur and death odors, it seemed to Eunice as if the scent of sober flowers had been lost.

Angel's face (Cancer) is there.

Wet eyes were staring down at Eunice.

I will help you, the angel said. Glad to hear it.

A small warmth lit my heart that I had given up on dying alone in isolation and helplessness.

Shit, I just found out someone was crying for me, and it felt like my raw wasn't pointless.

The angel wraps me in a clean cloth to protect me.

"You will be thirsty. But just wait and see. I will definitely help you."

Nahatwerg, and the angel commanded his own knight.

Eunice felt herself held back.

He was a stranger. I thought I only heard that name somewhere, but I couldn't remember. From that eye I could not feel that merciful heart of an angel.

Eyes that look down.

But to the life of the angel, this apostle seemed faithful.

"If the sacred relic, Dextrus, truly fulfills every Nerd, then she must be able to save one's life without creation."

Uncle, the angel told me to meet King Grant.

Everything was too late.

Alma continued to gaze at all the violence, robbery and mausoleum (just about) that had raged in front of her, without even being able to blink.

The carriage was running, but that distance didn't quite shrink.

The women attacked by the deceased realized it was Eunice when her chest armor was pulled away and a horde of bones and rot put their hands on clothing to take away her dignity before taking her life.

Alma knew the name she screamed.

Ashley - so I knew it was her.

The deceased poke Eunice up like a god.

Blame it from all angles, not to say back and forth, pouring rotten sludge into it, sticking blades and teeth up on your hands and feet and devouring it while doing so.

It just seems to Alma that Eunice still cling to life, with the strike that a regular person would die of immediate shock, for one thing thanks to the strength of his thoughts on Ashle.

And that it makes the tragedy more intense, too.

As he witnessed the tragedy, behind Alma's brain was a young day, a variety of atrocities engraved on him were resurrected.

The strong feeling that Eunice had to be helped was the result of its abominable memory and the tragedy in front of her instantaneously, but strongly (ginseng) linked.

When the carriage rushed to the scene and stopped abruptly, Alma was popping up without even hearing Nahat stop.

My hair dyed in pitch black unwinds and dances into the universe.

Back off, I screamed my voice as far as I could.

"Dextrus" in front of him, and commanded him to be a princess. I was unconscious.

I would have thought it would have been calm to say that it was barbarity that did not spare my own life.

But Alma couldn't be calm then.

If Dextras could not leave the deceased, he did not even think about it.

A swarm of sloths, and skeletons have looked back at Alma and cast their gaze so that the vain orbit (cancer) is worthy.

Trembling limbs assembled by will, Alma screams.

"Retreat. I am the son of the Grand Duke Gashyn, the Great Coming King: one that will be brought into the lineage of Gran, Armastella Orte Ignache. Follow my life immediately if you are a good citizen. I command you, let her go, and leave!

Something like that, I don't have time to think. The words were spontaneous.

Stop moving as the deceased were struck by prestige.

A swarm of corpses cracked like a miracle.

Like the saint's cause that cracks the sea in the scriptures.

Alma couldn't hold off on an ill-bottomed grin trying to distort her own lips.

It is not in their own words that the deceased succumbed.

The certainty was in Alma.

Because the word that Alma uttered earlier was something that Alma himself had bathed against the mob that appeared in robbery and rape the day the royal palace burned down, kicking through the door and tragically killing the knights.

Royal glory and other paper things.

Torn and abandoned, trampled and wrapped in flames.

Alma's renunciation depends on the experience.

That's why Alma laughed at the miracle that Dextras did.

Look at the dead giving in to things, not humans.

Perhaps in this flock is the fruit of those who once joined the usurpation of the royal palace.

Eunice was seriously injured at first glance.

The tip of the hands and feet was taken, and blood was found to be lost momentarily.

There should also have been a scratch in the gut because of the rough intrusion of the deceased.

I won't let you die, Alma thought. If Dextrus is going to do a real miracle.

Eunice, who wished to be by Ashle, was Alma herself.

He was equally taken and trampled on, hoping for a tomorrow to come.

We are the same.

The light of determination to dwell in Alma's eyes would have had a dark glow that would have made him even feel insane, had there been a peeper.

Barrage family squire: Alma learned about Eunice a little after being assigned to the Holy Relics Management Division.

The management division itself has made a fuss up and down because of the major renovation of the management library and the consequent organization.

Clerks alone are not enough manpower, and the things they handle don't just ask outsiders and junior monks for support, when they were on their way.

The Holy Knights and Cathedral Knights from the Administration Division rushed to support us.

I was so thankful for the tears.

These kinds of tasks are inherently the responsibility of the clerks behind them, and they are supposed to be.

Knights who fight with their lives on the front line know the darkness, so no matter how difficult (Konku) they are, the Almas can't ask for backup.

That's what I was thinking.

Yet the knights took action voluntarily.

The input of the main Knights and squadrons during the war was a powerful reinforcement.

Anyway, the man-power that is unleashed is a mess.

Their muscle strength and persistence, dressed in heavy armor and wielding heavy weapons, cannot be compared to the clerical positions that usually perform delicate restorations, language readings, etc.

The more powerful that reinforcement is, the more extrapolating, because the movement of supplies, which it was said would take gently in January, has ended in only seven days.

Alma witnessed the argument between Eunice and Ashley just after noon on the fifth day, when the work also entered the good realm.

There is a painting called the Aerial Garden on the third floor of the Management Division.

It was a paradise in the world, where trees thrive away from the ground, where the shade of lemon and olive trees moderately reduces sunlight.

Alma often took an afternoon's sleep (siesta) here when she was tired of precision work.

The grass warmed by sunlight is warm and melts the stiffness in no time.

At lunch, the Management Division will be close to deserted because most staff will return to their homes to take their nights off.

It had its own room within the management division and was a secret place for an unaccompanied Alma.

It was when it was time to work through the night and get to the point where all the staff were in luck with another step forward.

I slept in the afternoon and had an ancestor in the garden I had visited alone, determined to do my best in the afternoon.

It was a pair of men and women. I thought I was in the shade of a tree.

But it wasn't.

A woman who seems to have finally taken off her girlhood is eating at a man who would have just taken off the boy's range as well.

No, I was preaching precisely.

Ugh, why don't you come back to the mansion.

Ugh, why not eat satisfactorily.

Ugh, why don't you take a bath for three days.

The woman who calls it that was Eunice.

You're a cute one, Alma thought, same-sex.

The man being recruited had more face-to-face knowledge.

Ashledau Balaje. A younger man who seeps out even if his virtues of growing up are hidden.

Already a genius with a knight's degree, he is so delicate that next year he will take a registration exam for the Holy Knight.

However, Alma's ratings were different.

It was the academies and museums that seemed more suited to him than the battlefield to Alma.

He had a soft smile and a love for antiquity that even Alma wrapped around his tongue.

It fits the story.

I have invited other staff members to my private room for tea in confidence on several occasions.

If he finds out, he'll be severely punished.

A sermon, or Eunice's mouth like an ancient wife baking the pavilion owner's care, was strange.

Besides, I can predict two futures around Ashley being on the other side of the battle.

Heh, Alma laughed out loud.

At that time, an angel just passed between them.

That's what this country calls a moment of silence to visit in conversation.

An angel came through, he said.

Alma's laughter reached both of us.

"Who...?

To the voice of whoever Eunice raised, Alma revealed herself and replied.

"Armastella Vantler. He is an employee of the Holy Relics Management Division. I went to bed in the afternoon and I heard a cute fight."

I was hiding. Pepper, and a small tongue, Alma introduced herself.

"You're Mr. Eunice. Nice to meet you. Just to tell you the story. From Knight: Balaje, I often want to. You're so sloppy and cute."

Cute, Eunice turned that way like she was lit.

It's not cute. A little twinkle at the end.

Offensively biased, the type that is extremely weak for the admirer, Alma thought with a smile.

If your head spins fast, Ashley, you'll see that before you do, how important it is to your opponent not to develop that way of fighting.

I thought so, and Alma narrowed her chest.

Suddenly I wanted to be mean to Ashley.

"I promised it would be a secret place just for the two of us, and I can't believe I brought in such a cute one, Ashledaw, a terrible human"

I never used a woman as a weapon before, so I didn't know if it worked, but Alma tried to say it glossy at best.

The two reactions were more than Alma expected.

(Kill You), Eunice's gaze like that stands at Ashley, and Ashley of Toto is supposed to be nothing nasty or anything, but she's making her gaze come and go between Alma and Eunice.

Whatever you think, it was the behaviour of the pawnshop at the scene where the cheater and his real wife bowled together.

Alma laughed until her stomach ached.

It's terrible, Sister, and Ashley took serious damage to her abs because it's something she chases with half a cry.

After a sneer, Alma invited them to her favorite stone pillar table. It is a conversion of the Agantilis-era pillars.

"Ashley, I've been talking about Alma lately."

You felt the friendship between the women, Eunice quickly broke it down for me.

Nice Co, Alma thinks.

Ashley has eyes for humans. Alma was convinced.

"Alas, it's all about Mr. Eunice to me. I don't seem to be aware of it, but I want you to hear the curse every day."

"I'm not cursory! I'm only talking about work!

"" It's suspicious where it gets mucky ""

The two women hammered me. Ashley surrenders completely to the joint front.

You're close, and Alma wasted it.

"What were you two so close fighting about?

"Listen, Mr. Alma. Knight: When I was in Balaje, instead of lunch, I wouldn't come back to the mansion at night, I didn't even get a decent meal, I wouldn't take a bath, I wouldn't wear a mustache, it's terrible."

"If I'd been immersed in my work, I'd have forgotten. I'm sorry."

"Ashley has no idea how worried I am. Hey, do something about it from Alma."

On Eunice's sword screen, Alma solidifies.

Actually, because Alma herself did.

It has been so for a long time. Alma had a scum that became invisible around her when she immersed herself in one thing.

That was also where Ashley and the horse met.

"Ah, uh."

Mm, and Eunice half-eyed. Get your face close. I smelled Alma.

"Damn."

"Ya, ah, uh, this is"

The two were then forcibly taken by the Balaje family and ordered to bathe.

Alma was with Eunice's surveillance in the hot tub, and Ashley was sentenced to an hour of going water in the courtyard.

Barton, the old butler, is escorted.

"Alma... what do you think of Ashley"

"Alma is fine. Instead of calling me Eunice, too. I think you're good. It's the right thing to do."

The two women talked while taking a hot tub.

"But why are you asking me that?

"... because if he opens his mouth really recently, it's all about Alma"

Besides, Eunice asked.

"Alma, something as beautiful as sloppy"

Eunice says as she washes Alma's back.

Alma noticed, even though honest envy was on the word.

"Then don't worry. Ashledau likes dirty women."

That's a sharp one, Alma thought, and returned it.

No, maybe that's what a woman is about when it comes to her beloved human being.

"Alma is beautiful, so you should brush yourself up a little bit more.... because I'm making it dirty"

"Not that kind of dirt"

I don't know, Eunice gave me the face. Alma laughed.

"Ashle... shouldn't, I've turned it into a call. What, okay? Then I will. I take it for granted that one chose you, Eunice."

To Alma's point, it was now Eunice's turn to consolidate.

"Wow, I'm just a squire"

Love has nothing to do with who you are.

I can't even get married.

"You can abandon the house. It's not impossible if we love each other."

"Alma... you really are a monk, aren't you?

Eunice gets puzzled by the blown speech.

Alma at the end of the day let me take it flat.

"Yes. So love is your law. Rest assured, Eunice. Sometimes it's enough for you to lend it to me on a lonely night?

Strength can be applied to the fabric that washes the back.

"Joke. You really like Ashley, Eunice. But I put too much effort into it. Itai."

Alma smiled and said to Eunice trying to apologize.

"Love doesn't accomplish just by soliciting words. Understanding what they love, what is enough to forget to sleep, is also a snatch of love.

I'd almost invite you to my room. Let's talk ancient. I love Ashley. I'm sure you'll be interested.

Then...... never wait in the crossing for Ashle's return. Just use my room.

Did you know that? I can see the lights in the conference room from the window in my room. Watching you tremble on a snowy day and wait for your thoughts is hard. "

This is how they became friends.

You two women, we discussed what doesn't matter until nightfall.

I think since then Alma has been projecting choices to Eunice that she couldn't make.

To live instead of what you love, as a being who can just throw everything for it, to her.

I didn't think such a clever way would be tolerated.

I just really wanted Eunice to be happy. No matter how, you can't get out of the darkness, instead of me.

Alma knew that the word "entrust" should not be used this way.

I knew, but I didn't think of any other way.