Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Listen, you poor, dead but trapped in false life.

To break the cursed chain and chain that connects you, the words of His Highness the Princess, who came with a mercy.

Let me present to you, Your Highness the Duchess Theonzafil Iote Bellioni, Grand Duchess of the Goddess of Geiserlon, the first princess of the throne!

Using a secret loophole, Ashle and the others, who descended to the bottom of the hole, began their action as per the meeting.

Ashle proceeded to sew (not) the shadow of a single, turbulent boulder, forming a high platform close to one of the graveyard entrances.

To secure the target.

He chilled his liver wondering if he would fall into an unscheduled encounter with a herd of dead people along the way, but was worried (kiyu).

The graveyard - the giant Focus: Weird sights were spreading on the back of the Paragram.

Beyond the onsen's influx was a small lake.

The "paragram" was facing the mirrored shoreline at the bottom of the earth reflecting the stars.

Odd rocks and boulders became its pedestal and were also forested around it.

That wasn't just a rock. All of that was God's face.

There was a God of forgiveness.

There was a God to punish.

The God who created it, the God who breaks it, the God who reconciles it, the God who curses it, the head of every God that Ashley could know, was rolling there.

The sight gave Ashle a taste of the feelings of stepping into a cult temple.

And it was almost right.

"Tell Grand Baraza Ignace.

I - Theonzafil Iote Berioni - will not tolerate any further harm and blasphemy against my country and the good people.

Similar warnings were given ten years ago.

Consider this place unwilling to obey.

Then ask the sword if there is anything else.

If you are as good a man as you once were called the Coming King (download), let's at least settle for it in a match.

Don't take my challenge. "

Theon told in a good voice.

Isma, whose tongue-beating mouths are called grandeur without precipitation, had no doubt the power to ashle and convince them that they belonged to the kings' veins.

I can't imagine it at all from that usual state of affairs, such as Isma, which is all the more obvious.

The bones responded to the two of them, who stood on one of the odd rocks.

I wonder where he was laying low. The rear entrance and vestibule of the cemetery happened to flood back with countless deceased.

A thin moon casts light from the clouds, and it becomes evident.

The bones - because they could already die - did not stand one shudder, but with a rusty blade, they looked up to just two challengers.

That number, about 500.

It was easy to see that it was not a full force, but it would be the maximum that could be deployed in the vestibule.

No more is less efficient than the other way around.

It is not the people of the Union.

If Isma is right, Gran will be keeping this twenty times more power as a reserve.

If we were to judge the situation only calmly, the enemy's power was overwhelming and hopeless without having to put the blades together.

"Let me apologize."

Isma said like ventriloquism without moving her lips.

so that it only sounds like the next Zion. on the saddle of a leg sheep, is.

"You can go home."

Hey, Vitrion. Theon stroked his riding neck.

"Omae is calm, Vitra.

They say this hipster is a calculator to run away from before he matches the blades.

He even volunteered to take off his armor and jump into the dead for the woman he loved, such as the boy knight, Omae's husband.

Oh, as a woman, I can tell which one is more loving without asking. "

Theon says, as he does in public discourse.

Vitrions had recovered from serious injuries due to scratch-sealed precious stones (gems) and Scion's hand. Precious precious stones were Izma's possessions, but it was Theon who connected them, so I don't know.

Moreover, when it came to its connection, it was not enough to leave the reins to the tentative master.

"Mochi, it's a joke. Look, let's relax the tension."

"Me too."

Not even a glance at Isma, Theon said.

Izma looked like a bug.

"I wonder if Gran will come out"

It was the moment that Theon so twinkled his eyes on the front line.

The dark clouds, darker than at night, made a sound in his ear, and he stepped down into the middle of the battlefield.

"It took."

Theon fixes his posture.

At the end of that gaze, the black fog swept and converged, suddenly clear.

Moments later, there stood a monster that reminded me of a burnt body.

A flame was burning in the orbit (cancer).

He had the appearance of putting human skin on the skeleton and flashing it with fire.

It was like squeezing around keloid, bone and charcoal.

The skeletons pave the way for no one.

A pitch-black, fiercely poisonous outfit deliberately makes a whispering noise and obeys.

The monster is beneath his feet.

It was a few bones that looked like children.

I was interested in playing. The play of rolling the wheel with branches. The ring to be rolled is the crown.

The monster gently took up the wheel and took it overhead without paying any dust.

That was the Coming King (download): Gran.

"Hilarious."

It was Zion who spoke up. Don't even get off the high horse. He had a hard voice.

"This is His Highness Theonzafir. You're beautiful."

Gran finally responded.

"Ten years for the Night Devil is enough time to blink. Not as different as you look."

"If it's an inside story. I had a lot of experience. The scent of noble blood, one of the queen's scales is heard."

"... Omae has become a bummer"

"karma, heel"

Is that good enough for you?

Zion's eyes swayed at Gran answering plainly.

"This is what the people want"

"It would have been my wish. You've got the wrong subject."

"But you've had the same interaction before."

We'll always be parallel lines. Gran has no voice.

"Indeed. Are any more questions incomplete? Let's settle this."

"I know it was already ten years ago if you settled, but with the princess's mercy, I will obey this grand offer of rematch."

"I thought I told you the battle wasn't on until you shouted the royal hand (checkmate)"

"If you stick to old tactics, you'll shrug under your feet. The art of war is progressive every day. Don't forget the ugliness of ten years ago."

"Dip it, kid. Know the weight of history!

There was a rubbing sound of the blade and cloth.

Hua blossomed under the moon. "Rose Absolute" was trembling.

Like a carnivore in front of a flock of prey to be slaughtered.

Each other moved at the same time.

Shoot, and wave down the right hand that Gran was putting up.

At the same time the bones release arrows.

Gran's clothing - the black clouds - strikes the Scions on the high ground so as to hide that bullet.

If we abandoned the high ground at that moment, it would have been an attack that we would not have allowed.

But the Zions didn't make it faint.

Silver thunderbolts had prevented all of the attack from happening.

Holy Sword: The blade of the "Rose Absolute" unfolded exactly as a petal, and the electromagnetic net that occurs in the meantime prevented the black cloud and the subsequent showers.

The arrows were eaten by black clouds once in a while with the shafts and blades, leaving only a rusty rust. It breaks down into electromagnetic nets and becomes a grain of light.

"I see you were right about Ashley."

Theon let go of his moves (Arts) as he said.

Plasmatic Argent. It was an idea to convert the appearance of super moves for widespread annihilation into defense.

A swarm of silver blades pulls the tail of a plasma and grinds an army of bones.

Slaughter a hundred in just one blow.

There were grans within that range of effects.

But Gran was turning his body into dust as soon as possible, transferring backwards to the main unit.

Praise Zion's hand as he reconnects.

"You've been devised. A move that wasn't once a match."

"Spinning history is the same as learning. Unlike shallow novelty"

"But then you shouldn't. The quicker you get, the more you know, the better it will reach me."

Well, what do you say?

It was at the same time that Isma finished saying and Rusty (Yabuzuma) stopped sewing the gran. The bones stripped their fangs to the gran, which was supposed to be the Lord.

Wet, Gran groaned for the first time.

"Nice to meet you, huh? Descending King. A night song (Serenade) about the skeletons eating each other. I think you'll enjoy the show."

Have you forgotten that we're the main house for the other servants and wives?

Isma said with an awesome grin.

Genius: "Grand Guignol".

Evil technique that snatches and manipulates the demon or necromancer at the other party's service.

Usually a move exercised against the whole thing, Isma was temporarily dealing with dozens of bodies. Even though he was a junior skeletal opponent, he was too skilled.

But Gran said, "Oh."

"I was plunged into the void, but I can't butcher the immortal with just steel. The princess taught me something, fool. Besides, it's a soothing move worthy of any horse. It's nothing but a stoop."

"No need to stop. That's what I'm here for. That's a compliment."

As the saying goes, there was a man who was after the moment when Gran's movement stopped.

It is an ashle that was lurking on the high ground.

There was a blast of air.

Along with the light strips burning on the retina, the atmosphere, seared by high heat, became a wall and beat the bones.

A blow similar to the exhalation (brace) of an angry dragon shoots through Gran's obstinate thorax (today).

The light strip penetrated his chest and red-hot the ground.

Gran didn't blow up, and the ground didn't blow up again, I guess because of, for one thing, the power of the immortal curse practiced on Gran.

Oh, and the gran's in the air.

The passage thoracic cavity of the light strip had a huge penetrating aperture, where it was incandescent.

Ingenious emitting powerful light strips in a straight line: Russ of Thunderdrakes.

Literally every time Thunder Dragon's wrath, a blow was striking the Immortal King.

This is exactly the pinnacle of Ashle's manipulative dragon spear: "Shivnir".

Zion invites the enemy to attack, strips the attacking party and sharpens the enemy's defense, stopping Isma immediately after the transfer, but stopping with Ashle's spear.

It was a perfect collaboration, unlike a party organized in a way that I could see.

But the opponent was just the descending king: Gran.

The returning black cloud strikes Ashley, who just tried to fire a second shot.

Ashle managed to emit a second shot, even though she was prevented from seeing.

I don't even know if I hit it.

When I realized it was coming from a black cloud.

"Ashley!"

Theon forgot to fight and shouted.

The slope of the plasma off the battlefield licks and soil smoke rises.

"My little one is so lame. If he dies, what the hell!

He was evil while he managed to scold the sheep that Isma would storm.

It was then that the thunderbolt flickered between the smoke and the black clouds.

No, that's not thunder or anything. Both Zion and Isma felt torque on the "spindle" over their chests.

Ooh, and the atmosphere swept up the vortex and sucked up the earth smoke and black clouds.

- "Blaze Wheel"!

It was another artifact Ashley could carry: a defensive move made possible by "Blanvel".

Active defense that creates severe force field turbulence in the Shield's surface armor and diverts (from) and captures the enemy's attack itself.

If a blade is not protected by a curse or sacrament, it will be crushed by a spinning force field, eaten and scattered by countless invisible jaw gates (afterwards), and returned to the dust.

It was super defensive, allowing even a line of Lance Charges to be taken by the heavily armored knights.

He's alive! Ashle answered Sion and Isma looking up at herself with a spear.

"That stupid, flashy bastard"

To Isma's fury, Ashle's spear turned this way.

"Ugh, sooo!!

Once again, Isma speaks softly.

I couldn't get my hair in, and Ashley shot me. It was a real blow.

"Was it true that the younger generation is easy to clean! Princess, Ashley's gonna shoot me.

Izma ran the sheep on a rock to a mess.

Izma felt it, as if she missed her aim because of it.

Bibu, and the light strip licked the back of the rock and burst shortly afterwards.

Among the splashing fragments, Scion acknowledged the tips of countless bones and rod-shaped weapons (pole arms).

The confusion multiplied and the enemy was circling behind it.

I could see that from Ashley on the high ground.

I didn't aim for Isma by mistake.

"Ambush!

"What a soothing hand, Gran, why don't you do it too!

It seems that Isma still had the first interaction in her roots.

And yet, I forget instantly, such as cursing Ashley.

He was a difficult man to measure the size of a vessel.

Enough with this one, yuck!

Scion urged Ashley by raising his sword and throwing himself into a chaos.

And Ashley got it too.

I was happy with my heart.

He threw away the heavy and bulky spear without hesitation (cuddly) and ran relying only on the shield.

Ashley enters the giant Focus: Paragram, which looks like a ruin.

"Ashley, sometimes you don't know if you're missing or blunt."

Time rolls back a little.

Secret way out for the tomb guards.

Three and two of them were walking towards the graveyard along the riverside of the basement where the stream of hot springs fell down the flank.

Theon strives for the lead, and Izma serves as the rearmost.

Due to the difference in armor, Ashley offered to take the lead or shin, but it was lightly rejected.

"Oh, my God, the night's not good enough."

Ashley and Vitrion were the only ones who needed the light.

Theon also has an intermission between his main weapon, the Great Sword, and does not seek to give way to the lead.

Immediately after that, when Isma was present, she went into this marching order because of more unwanted injuries.

Indeed, even humans are dangerous if the tip of the sword they have wielded is scratched, but given the characteristics of that blade, Isma also had the possibility that the scratch could develop into a fatal wound.

"Let's not let the princess kill us."

As I said, Isma rode the sheep and called it a shithole at the rear.

I guess that means you should be quiet. Theon just sent his gaze at us.

How long would you have walked along the dark bank of the river while pulling the horse's reins? Isma accidentally spoke to me.

"Hey, Ashley, which one is it? Is it missing? Are you blunt?

Ashle noticed that it was somehow abbreviated as a nickname and that in that question she was either fooled, but she didn't dare point it out.

"What is it?

"Without even asking about the purpose of humans, it's just that hostile forces are the same, and you're going to accompany them?" You know what I mean. "

"Indeed, it may be so"

Ashley admitted. Your own stupidity.

At the time Eunice was taken hostage, Isma pointed out that she was otherwise suffering from poor blood circulation and a narrow field of view.

"Thank you. After all, Mr. Isma is a good human being."

"... Something's going wrong with you. You're not answering my question, and then you're gonna make me a bad guy."

You're going to lose your popularity. Isma said.

From whom, Ashley thought, but also remembers that Isma said he was king. I thought it was from the people, but it made me feel complicated to think of a people governed by such a king.

"But Theon told me. The purpose, why we're taking action, the past with Gran, at all. I understand it's a fight to turn them upside down."

There was silence. I had a bad feeling.

Ahhh, the letters made a loud noise that was difficult to convey.

Shion yells back at me.

"I'm sorry."

"What?

Ashley asked back in a strange way.

Izma snapped with a mosquito-like voice.

I could easily imagine what he looked like.

I'm glad I didn't have a good night's eye.

"Right now, I'm so sorry. The name of the princess."

"Scion, you mean?

Ahi, and there was another loud voice.

He yelled at me again.

Ashley wanted to seal Isma's mouth just to get involved in the success or failure of the ambush.

Sucks, even if you sue physical means.

"Was it a bad idea?

"Not good, not good, you don't. It's a mess!

No, even you would have dumped me earlier. Ashley thought.

"Even I haven't been forgiven yet, princess."

"Call me, okay?"

"It's awesome. It'll kill me. It's Cowaii that breaks their relationship."

No, Ashley thought it might be as much as anything, but she rethought it might not be.

It didn't look like Ashley, but at this time Isma was shaking her neck left and right in awe.

"Well, at least we'll call it off."

"It's the only way to get used to a man, I guess."

He's a pain in the ass. Ashley has to laugh half the time.

The negotiation technique that broke and showed me first took me to open things up.

"Really? But... I want to hear about Isma."

"... if that's all you have to say, really, after you get more intimate."

It was at a rate I could tell even in the dark that I was desperately suppressing a noisy voice. It's a pain in the ass, but if you master the bumps, it's easy to manipulate.

Ashle corrected Isma's assessment.

Well, where do we start, Isma said.

A tone that traces the flow of a long moment.

"- Hey, what if there was a big mirror that could totally capture Ashley's appearance?"

Isma said as she dreamed.

Its mouthfeel like talking saga is very unlikely to belong to the man who played farce earlier.

Yes, and Ashley urged ahead.

Huge look - imagine a polished mirror and a reflection of yourself there.

"I can photograph it too sophisticated, and I suck at tricks, voice colors, and thinking. If the person who was photographed left in front of the mirror, it would be distinguishable from the person."

I don't know what they said, Ashle gave me the look.

Like I heard about Sleeping Country, I couldn't keep up with my imagination.

"I mean, when the remnants of an indelible, exquisite person continue to play that person who's already disappeared in front of you, you talk about how you can see through that bluff."

Isma didn't blame Ashley for what she had imagined.

Instead, he connected words to help me bud (better) important thoughts.

Ashley switched her head that this was a hypothetical story.

It is not a question of whether such an appearance is real, but of assuming that it is.

"How does that standing behave, Kampeki?

"No voice, no tricks, no pussy of expression of thought"

"But for the most part, how about a tease, without a thought?

"Yes, Ashley's right, it's tearful, it's nasty, I don't even think about it."

"So how does that remnant work? How... are you trying to keep us from knowing that it's being replaced? I mean - are you reacting?

"They're mirrors, Ashley."

Moment after moment, Ashle could understand what Isma was trying to say.

It is difficult to explain the muscular tract.

It's that feeling when you can only intuit the right answers in one flip to a problem you've been thinking about all night.

"Well, they're reflecting our" twist. "The way it looks.

I want them to be like that, I want them to be like that, I want them to be like that, I want them to be like that, I want them to be reflexed and played and shown in the Nerd.

There's nothing in it. "

Oh, and I heard a long sigh.

Ashle found that to be a compliment.

I didn't throw out a parable story that was too difficult, to the toughness of Ashley's thinking skills.

And Isma said unto me,

It was someone else's voice. Or was this Isma's nature?

"The appearance that" someone ”will continue to fulfill the" Thread "of unlimited.

That's my enemy. It's our responsibility. Until I slap down all its appearances scattered throughout this world, I will fight.

The princess and I make his enemies part but the same. So we fight together. "

Ashley went on to ask.

Already Isma's appearance of speaking is not a hypothetical being.

It is. It's real.

Isma's story is nothing but an analogy.

What is it, what is it, and where is it?

Ashley asked.

The virtual appearance was already a matter of reality.

"Paragram, for example, is one of those things."

A chill ran through Ashle's spine.

"Have you ever thought about it? Since the birth of the overload, did it already, or did it? Were you a young, deserted imitator of God? No, they only do what they do.

No, let's put it right again. They - they were made overload (...) "

Ashle tasted the impact of being hit in the side of the head.

What makes humans overload (...).

That's who the appearance is.

Blurring makes my whole body poppy in unexplained tremors for no reason.

"Or maybe your father knew about this. Therefore, the Pope's Office may have buried your father. And it is possible that every person involved in the plot was“ unconscious ”about the fact.

- Everything is hypothetical, but only one thing is certain.

Ashley, you didn't know this fact until you were your age, which means you can't go wrong, because of your father's love. Because of the will.

Your father wanted to keep you away from this fact until you could at least stand up to it. "

So I would ask you to forgive me for my sins, which my father would tell me instead of telling me the facts to be told.

"But what we're going to do is we can't let our fighting friends join us without talking beforehand. That's why I told you.

You have a tough road to go. Undoubtedly, I am responsible for some of them.

Blame me if it's hard. Get used to it.

But it's also your father's fault, this whole world's fault, and it's also your own fault.

It's just that you've become a conscious person who can't help but take responsibility for it. "

Ashle stood still and stared behind her back.

A raised torch made a pussy noise.

Old old myths are depicted on the walls as scrolls.

I guess this loophole itself is very old.

I had such an illusion, as if it were being told to a great king at the bottom of that ancient pit.

Out of the darkness behind me, a man wearing the golden crown I dreamed of appears, I wonder.

"Look back, don't look back"

It's embarrassing, Isma said.

The tone was off, but not in the usual way.

I followed it, and it was obnoxious.

The real word is - Truth cannot fail.

Follow me, I can't help it.

Isma may have been crying.

"You can stop. If we don't, we might still make it."

Isma said.

I don't want to go back, and I shake Ashley.

"We need to help Eunice. I've been with you for a long time. I know all about her, too, just as she does against me.

As much as she is flesh, she is bound to my Soul. I can't cut it off. "

"Don't you blame me? Maybe it's my fault that the woman you love is in danger of her life."

"I don't know how it is that you are to blame, but you are already here and trying to put your blame behind you.

Though there are a lot of sighing (cosmetic) people in the world who hide in the shadows and chase after everyone else's verbal butts, you're not. And Scion.

Not one of them to blame from anyone. If there's such a thing, I'll punch you in the face. "

To put it that way, Ashley restarted her forward.

I was unquestionably proud. It was a pleasure to hear the true story from Isma.

"I believe you."

"Even the Abominable Fae?

"Doesn't matter"

"Ashle...... I have long forgotten how to use the word believe.

It was a word I hated.

But now that I've met you, it may not be the same. "

Ashle couldn't wait to be one of those people who tried to fulfill their responsibilities, called Theon, Isma.

Much more than when I was assigned to the Holy Knight.

Humans make mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether it is the Night Devil or the Earthspider.

Maybe the very fact of being alive was already a mistake.

But it was only in a world of fault that I felt that the dignity of that human personality would be determined by whether I escaped my responsibility or not.

The responsibility is not to push someone to take it, but to take it and fulfill it.

Ashley decided. Trying to do my part.

I could see Scion's back ahead. I'm raising my right arm. It was a signal to stop.

Looks like we're here.

When the whole squad was assembled, Isma had already returned to that heartless man.

He fell out of the sheep just before and ran. It was a momentum that rushed into the hot spring stream.

"I slept."

Lu Lu (Rotsu) is not turning and there are traces of yodale in his mouth. Ashley had a hard time laughing.

"Let me give you this one."

Theon took out one small animal from somewhere.

He's sifting and moving in an adorable way.

I thought you were one of the rats, but you were a bat. I was good at using demons.

The problem was where it came from.

Ashley only seemed to have emerged from under Zion's skirt.

"Women have secrets."

I was swept away by Zion.

When the two men are exposing their dumb faces, Theon just begins to explain.

"His name is Hilari. Lady. I'm in a link relationship. I can borrow the five senses of this one, though it's limited. Do you think there are more organs named Hilari?"

From the back of Zion's hand to Ashley's chest, Hilari moved back and forth.

Speaking of bats, I already had the impression that they were horrible, but Ashley stroked them out-of-the-box adorably.

He said the meal only consumes fruit or wine, except water.

I think Theon's divorce makes him cute.

The only thing around the neck was white and especially soft hair. I felt like I was going to get laid.

Really, hi, Theon raised his voice.

"I told you I share five senses."

The neck muscles are easy to feel, so be careful! and something serious. Theon runs his mouth, and Hilari enters Ashley's hood while Ashley and Isma groan.

"What happens if Hilary gets hurt?

"It hurts if you're linking. It bleeds."

"What if something like losing your life?

"It hurts to bleed, but I die. Don't fall into a situation where you lose your people."

Most likely, the two men nodded.

"... that's kind of lame, you two, what were you up to in the dark?

That was the upside down on the way out.