Sanzen no Souru Supina

Consciousness repeated awakening and turbidity.

Without knowing if he was alive or dead, Ashley, worn at the tip of Dextrus, soaked in a sea of white sheets.

There was a woman instead.

She was a woman I knew well, but I couldn't remember who she was.

She was an obedient, devoted and tender daughter.

Smells nostalgic and Ashley buries her face.

Ashley was called king.

If I were called, I really felt like I was.

Please be strong, I was begged. Lay it down, petitioned. I felt I had to be able to fulfill the Nerd.

That was the king's duty.

Ashley responded.

Many, many times. I'm terribly glad.

Every time she was shot into Ashle, her daughter cried joyfully.

It rang like a viola created by a famous artisan.

Ashley responded.

Everything responded to my daughter's "twist".

Each time his daughter took an oath of servitude.

Do as you wish.

With joy my daughter took an oath of forgiveness for everything.

Shortly before the last break in consciousness, Ashley questioned her daughter's name.

I confessed that I wanted you to be my wife.

I thought she was the daughter I had to respond to.

For some reason, I wept and laughed at her and her daughter did not answer.

Eunice remembers.

It's always been about you.

Still in the border village of Pharaoh.

It was when Ashley and the knights were talking about democracy and revolution.

Freedom, the word jumped into my ear.

At that time, Eunice accidentally questioned her when she stopped working.

What is freedom?

They explained that whoever, regardless of their status, may be good about any job, may live in any place, and may fall in love with anyone.

Later, after explaining it, they nodded at each other that it was a shabby of madness.

I pretended to be in tune. I pretended to recognise it was impossible.

Hold tight, that would be madness shagging.

But the truth is, it wasn't.

I realized then that I wished for the ruin of an overly cramped world.

I wanted to be free. I threw away all the houses and identities, and I wanted to run away.

I wanted to take that to Ashley.

I dreamed of that because I was a human being who wouldn't run away with me.

In a reborn world, I wanted to be someone else and live.

Whisper is fine. I wanted freedom.

I gave up that I couldn't.

But at the bottom of the land, I came up with a way to do it.

All you have to do is make a Savior.

Otherwise the usual "Focus": "Paragram" and "Dextrus", and Ashley can do it.

And I will bear the rest. You should get pregnant.

Savior.

The Lord of salvation, of salvation.

"I don't know," he said.

"All you have to do is have Evil to be defeated"

Gran told me to take it on. I'm all alone.

Popular central section doors open.

There's a crawling noise, and a bloody man rolls in.

It was Nahat.

The scratches on the crushed left arm were to the upper arm and the flesh was broken and the bones were peeled out. A man with a shattered left cheekbone, exposed teeth and a monstrously shaped phase crawls through the ground. If Cudrak hadn't strangled his upper left arm and stopped the bleeding, he would have lost so much blood.

Nahat crawled.

There were three things to think about while crawling.

Each of those three confuses and clouds indefinitely, reacting and flying thunderlights.

Thanks to this, Nahat was kept conscious.

No, maybe that should have been expressed when a kind of madness already dominated him.

One, anger.

Hatred for Ashley, who took his own arm and put it in shape when he was a monster.

For one thing, exclusivity.

to Almastella. The delusion of rearranging the woman you once enslaved.

For one thing, ambition.

I gained mighty power and thought of myself as king.

So you can't die here.

Yes, Nahat fanaticized.

It stuck on the altar of the "paragram" with fanaticism.

I know because I watched Alma's precedent.

Apparently, this is a mechanism for influxing the "twist" accumulated in the "paragraph" via "Dextras".

And, because "Negative" is "Hiragana," we do miracles that fulfill the wishes of our users.

Alma made me laugh.

I didn't know you wanted the salvation of others.

It was too boring to laugh.

My abs cramp just in retrospect.

The thing that made me laugh the most was that I didn't need royal blood muscles or anything to make the Paragram work.

Alma was useless from the start.

Nahato grinned bitterly at the pain of the wound. If you don't hurry up, you'll die laughing too much.

"Just do it."

Paragraphs were then activated.

I appreciate the lack of cumbersome procedures at once.

This is especially true when we don't have time.

"The great and powerful king of immortality, that's what you want. Make it happen quickly. He's going to die."

[Dextras] reacted sooner than Nahat could finish.

Nahat turns his back and tastes the 'twist' that was punched in.

I see an unlimited influx of mighty power.

The bleeding stopped quickly and my cheeks regenerated.

I should have done this sooner, Nahat thought.

It's because of knights acting and unfamiliar plays.

"Awesome, awesome"

But it was more of a different phenomenon than regeneration.

What should be called deformation.

Nahat weirdly falls off the altar.

My whole body is itchy and uncomfortable.

Armor had been taken in to rebuild the flesh.

The unlikely place crept in and opened up, and it mouthed. Many places.

Peeping bones are rebuilt into random pile teeth (languyu).

The Devil's Sword that remained in grip: "Needs Hog" assimilated to the remaining right arm to become a new forearm.

"Hey, what the hell? Oh."

Nahat, turning to the bottom of the fallen "paragram," was indeed transforming into an immortal, powerful, king.

Except it's alien, ugly.

Whether it was great or not, I finally didn't know.

"Do what you did."

Soon, there was a gran over its rear. I proceeded to walk in the air.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Nahat said it in a language that could barely be interpreted as a human language.

Gran takes a deep sigh of worry.

"Whose 'twist' it serves as a rudder. He exercised the paragram without knowing it. Why couldn't I wait a little longer"

"You're not gonna die. - Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

Gran's eyes narrowed.

"It was too pitiful that in this predicament I did not get enough friends or loved ones to throw themselves at me for myself. But you deserve that."

Whoever keeps taking it away, will be taken away from anyone.

"Are you friends, loved ones, or not here to save him now?

"You do. Yeah."

"I can't do that"

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, and Nahat shouted in a voice that no longer only sounded like a monster roaring (like this).

"I'm already part of the" paragram. "It's just a projection (project tile).

I can't think about it without anyone else.

"But... is Paragram in jeopardy?"

but the bottom of the (paragram) fell out as soon as possible.

Once a Nahat, the bucket fell towards Naruto.

Raising the roar (howling) of resentment.

"There's no kiri."

Buew and roaring sword flashes tore a bunch of skeletons apart.

The deceased extinguishes by raising a blue flame in the moment.

However, the vacant clearance is instantly replenished.

The quantity is a mess.

The battle had already lasted half an hour.

Zion and Isma were fighting and surviving a battle between literally desperate two horsemen and 10,000.

The number of slaughtered deceased falls by at least two thousand.

The two supported a desperate battle by working with exceptional skill, legendary weaponry and precious stones (gems) that would be squandered at all costs, and psychic drugs (elixirs).

"Summon it. Sealed in red lotus stones, it is the Fire. Be a wall."

Izma did not waste the slightest gap that Zion had created in the enemy formation.

When one of the ornamental gems is ripped off, it activates the curse and releases it to slide.

In the meantime, the flaming wall rose as much as a two-story dwelling, stopping the enemy from legging.

Involved bones raise the scream of agony.

With a knife to return, Isma let go of her moves.

"Invite me. From the abyss of darkness - the greedy. Sacrifice not in his long hand. Eat it thoroughly!

Neither did he define his opponent, and Isma released the three black spheres that arose in his palm.

It grows into a monster of chaos that grows and deforms itself as it flies away like this on the wall of flames.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, and the roar (howling) echoes, and the sound of bones and rusty armor/armor crushing chests creeping into the valley.

From beyond the wall of flames, I could see something like a tentacle stretched out for a long time at times.

"... Isma... you're more like a villain."

"Abyssal Talk With Tentacles. Well, see, underground kingdoms and they're neighbors, so do you mind? But now you can breathe a little."

"Sure... right"

Scion's dark hair was on his forehead with sweat.

It's not the usual thing, such as the princess of the devil breathing on her shoulders at night.

The battle was so unimaginably fierce.

Isma had rough breaths too, but fatigue is clearly mild.

Holy Sword: Against Scion, who overwhelms his enemies with the widespread annihilation (melting) moves of "Rose Absolute", he will put in a number of curses and look at an effective phase, meaning that the degree of wear is different from that of the corresponding Isma with minimal moves.

"I'm out of hand, don't you think, it's"

"I'm thinking about going home, too. I don't want to make a mistake here."

But I almost ran out of guys in my hand. And then there's just a few trump cards.

Isma said, laughing invincibly.

"Well, the sweet thing is, after the first contact, the gran goes down to the main unit and doesn't come out? Thanks to you, it's a long way to go, but even if it holds up, you need it."

"Ashley... it's still going to take"

There are limits to positive motion as well. Said Theon in a rushing seeping voice.

"Which one was the positive?"

Theon turned a sharp eye to Isma's remarks.

"What?

"Rotten But Descending King (Download). I'm also talking about the prospect of tactics."

Isma is recounting the curse at hand in things like where the wind blows, such as Sion's gaze.

The tone is extremely light, but it was obvious when the flame wall was measuring when it could be cut.

"You knew. You know, you let me go!

"You have to. If I could read that much, I could be a grand. But that's about as much insurance, isn't it?"

"You scoundrel! You dumped Ashley and pawned her."

On that line of Zion, now Isma's eyes looking forward became sharp.

There's a dark sound on the tone.

princess, and snapped to take confirmation.

"When I received the offer to fight together, I said, clearly. He said he would crush the source of his power to" do it. "If that's what you're doing, I'm not choosing the means. I'm just doing that."

Then I keep staring at Zion.

"I don't care how they misunderstand me, but for one thing, I'll make it clear, yo. As you pointed out, I may be a scoundrel, but I'm not the kind of little thing that sells my people."

The sharpness of the tone put Zion under barometric pressure.

It was then.

Princess, and Isma screamed.

"Coming."

A few seconds late, the ground rang.

So much so that I mistake it for an earthquake.

And then the wall of flames extinguished after the effect time, and the battlefield once again represented itself.

Gran's black cloud was pushing back the tentacles with countless long mouths summoned from the abyss of hell.

Gran's moves: It didn't differ from "EXTERMINATION ILNESS".

The bones were in total collapse by the fierce tentacles, but a new army is emerging from its edge.

To such a fierce battlefield, the identity of the ringing of the earth suddenly appeared.

It rolled off the bottom of the broken "paragram" cauldron, that.

What a description I should have made of that.

In Zion's eyes, it looked like Gran had just repossessed a hell of a creature that was more miserable with malice.

The shallowness of the same species and the animosity that doubles over it - against every other person in this world - are erupting with disgust from all over the body.

There was such a thing as conjugating hydra, and various deep-sea creatures, and human organs, and enlarging only their ugliness.

A voice that resents the octopus and itself at birth, and it grumbles.

A voice that yasled my spirit just to hear, augmented by hundreds of times the discomfort of scratching the vitreous (glass) with a blade with resentment that made my chest worse.

Countless empty holes throughout his body were mouths or eyelids (eyelids) with messy teeth, and the eyes behind them continued to flow cloudy and rotten juice, without exception.

"What, that one?"

"Princess, over here, now is the time."

Mezzuma pulls Zion's sleeve.

The battlefield was confused.

The new bucket that emerged from the "paragram" seemed, without distinction of enemy allies, no, rather, to be launching an attack that regarded Gran and his army as enemies.

You two evacuate to the high ground used by Ashley.

As soon as the Vitrion sprays (f) the bubble and sits down.

It was the limit.

When Isma gave him a drink of water from the leather bag, he drank it dangling.

Rest easy, but it should have been better than no.

The sheep are as flirty as ever and I can't grasp how they are.

"What, he's gonna knit a crown with a corpse?"

Yeah, and Isma's in a bad mood.

Doesn't the bucket braid bones scattered around his head with countless sidearms as he confronts Gran, who wields his right arm like a whip?

That certainly never looked like a crown, as Isma pointed out.

"Is Nerd running wild?"

pale in the face, Theon said.

If you look closely, the bucket felt the remnants of the human race.

The voice of resentment is also like a human language.

You two don't know, but this bucket was the end of Nahatberg.

"It's the paragram."

Isma groaned.

Whatever it takes, it's too much. It was the voice that made me angry and angry.

Isma, is it because of this that you want to resist your ability to do so?

Theon said as he looked down at the tragedy under his eyes.

The fruit of Nahath, the cause and effect of the rampant Nest, and the wreckage of a great king named Gran - both eyes on the remnants of the dream, said Zion.

"- That's right. Theonzafir, Princess of the Night Devil."

kneeling and watching the equally disastrous storm, Isma returned.

I thought Theon finally saw the nature of a man named Izma.

The tone is completely changed.

Theon asked.

"If so, how could we have such a race as the Night Devil and the Earthspider - with such an idea?"

"If what" did so "by, as the princess deduces"

"Why, also"

"You know, princess."

Most of all, this is my guess.

"And I don't have a hippo talking to you right now"

Izma answered looking down at the feud between the two bickering things.

After a beat, the blade burst into the rocky skin.

In the meantime, the bushes hide Isma and Zion from their surroundings.

Theon solved the manifestation of Rose Absolute.

"Give me a hand. We don't have time."

When Isma stood up with Zion's will, she helped take the Hands of Glory off at the behest of a tamed squire.

"Because they're going?

"If you wait so long and haven't heard back, you should be in quite a bit of trouble. If Ashley is flirting with Nerd, we need help."

It's my responsibility. Definitely, Theon said.

"Don't you think I'm the end of Ashley?

Izma points to a monster visible from a gap in the bush.

"I don't know why, I don't think so. What about the Omae like that?"

"Well, whatever. What about the princess demon?

To Isma's point, you remember, Theon laughs.

I guess that's why I'm calming down, Isma says.

"A man of sorts. Damn, you're only really smart at the end of the eye."

"Because he's alive?

"That's for sure, but... the Hilarious one, seems to be asleep. Do not answer the call. Normally, it's impossible.... Something's happening."

Arms, please.

Theon released Hands of Glory when he said so.

Silver armor touched Ashle's remaining spear: (Shivnir) to make a sound.

"I'm coming. Can we keep this place alive?"

"Depends on the situation, let's stick. Shit, I'll run, but that's forgiveness."

"I'm expecting a knight like that."

Leaving it to rest, Theon used Shadowstep.

A simple short-range transfer method that shadows itself and moves freely through it.

Night Devil's own moves.

However, it is not possible to use the sacred relic while carrying it, so the present Scion may be referred to as hand fisted.

It was an unsafe bet.

But Theon bet everything on it without hesitation.

Just then, Ashle was experiencing the worst awakening.

It was like a bird's nest. One of them was on a sleeping table surrounded by sheets, rolled.

That intoxication that was in my dreams disappeared without a trace, and I felt terrible nausea.

There is no reason for frustration, cynicism or resentment to gush up in my chest.

It borrowed Ashley's own memory, and it felt to Ashley as if someone else, an unspecified number, was letting it expose itself.

I was in the mood for malice.

I can't get a cold sweat.

In the midst of that terrible agony, Ashle gradually regained her memory.

Dead fight with Nahat. Meet Gran. Alma, reunion with Eunice. Chills and cramps (convulsions). "Paragram" with arms with "Dextras". Being swallowed by the turbulence of light. Unlimited raw 'twist' to be poured.

Then - a meeting with my ideal daughter (let me know). Myself who was king.

I'm sure the honorable things that were in me in the process - the superiority of "Nerd" has already spilled out somewhere, "Ashle was good at.

So now I'm a “dream” squeeze, a mass of starch.

Sacrifice for the negative part of "dreaming”.

Ashle shook herself at the nausea of the other side, which tended to get worse.

I'm sure hitting someone would have made it a little easier.

If you hit things, hit humans, or slaughter them, and you ambush and offend women, or...

But Ashley thinks it's better to self-blade as much as do that.

Yet why am I still buried here without a self-blade?

When I tried to think, my head snapped with cancer.

Ashley wandered around.

I'm about to scratch my chest in pain.

That's when my fingers touched something soft.

There, there was a little creature.

"Hilary."

Ashley holds it with both hands amid terrible pain and chills.

Hilari was asleep when he believed that he would.

Unexpectedly, it made me cry.

I remember Scion.

Theon handed it to me, and he slept in peace at the heart of it.

Hilari looked so much like the princess of the demon at night, who would dare to invincibly believe her opponent.

They don't even think that Ashley will be captivated by nausea and grip herself like this.

Ashley tried to swim through a sea of pain in support of its softness.

But as soon as he did, Gran's face spread all over his head.

I can't stop my undisputed anger and hatred gushing.

Thereupon, Ashley's filled Nerd came aboard.

Ashle was frightened by an uncontrollable destructive impulse. The Negatives seemed to follow Ashley's hatred at first sight, and the fruit was the power to "do so" Ashley.

There was nothing I could do. As it was, like Gran, Ashley also felt that he would be made to take on the Evil again.

Ashley suddenly understood.

The end of the Gran.

The identity of what made him so.

Isn't that what Isma was warning me about?

- "Do it" power. That's the enemy.

I couldn't stop crying.

Ashley had no idea what to do.

Whose Nerd "did so" Gran?

Ashley knew exactly what I was doing.

And all those who beheld miracles unto the great king of descent, and twisted their salvation, were their chief culprits.

I was about to be taken over by nausea.

It was strenuous to start from the inside.

This was the power to do so.

I ask someone for help and I'm about to make a weak noise.

It was that moment.

Clear air went through Ashle's nasal cavity.

Breathing that was gasping like a fish raised to land for a moment, easier.

In the book (and just), it looked like rose flowers blossomed.

And I heard a noise late.

A bouquet of flowers pops into Ashley's arms.

Ah, ah, ah, and Ashle shook her lips and hugged that bouquet of flowers. I was held back hard. The bouquet of flowers was Scion.

Scion smelled stronger than that first night in the papal administration.

"You've been put on the line by Nerd. Gran, I didn't know you were going to shake the paragram to the human child."

Relax your embrace and Theon peeks into Ashley.

When I was let go, my nausea came back.

Ashley can put her strength into her arms. If I don't restrain myself that way, I don't know what I'm going to do with Scion.

My lips trembled as I shrugged.

Yeah, and Scion nodded.

"Ashley, listen carefully. It's in Nerd now. The countless" twists "accumulated in the" paragram "and punched in by" Dextrus "are wrapped around them in order to" do so ".

Don't lose. Hold yourself strong.

Otherwise, you have no idea what you look like. "

Ashle barely nods.

That's all I needed was the power of the amazing Will.

Explain everything you have done as if it were every wow.

Interruptly, follow.

They had no time lines, they were confusing, but they passed on.

Theon took it from me.

Sion, who swallowed the circumstances, nodded, chewing and saying one thing to include.

"Numerous irresponsible" twists "that have been struck are, in other words, irresponsible dreams. You have none other than yourself."

Ashle took Zion's arm like he who drowned in turbulence.

Scion also knew that Ashle had already endured to the limit.

I'm sorry. Theon apologized.

Don't overdo it, I slapped him in the ear.

Give it to me, Ashley told Zion.

As it is, I fall for the proxy of Evil. I don't know what to do with you. Even so, I blade myself.

Ashle made it into words to spit blood.

"So give me the sword, at least give me the sword. I won't keep it anymore. Why would I do that?"

"Then no. I don't want to die easily. I didn't forget I swore to fight with you. I won't let that happen. with my pride."

Ashle glanced at Zion in awe.

"You may choose one. Either way, it helps. Let me help you."

Definitely, Zion runs out of words.

But Ashley was aware that her body was trembling.

"Spit out your saturated dreams."

How. Ashley asks with only her eyes.

"Have you forgotten? Our night demons eat dreams."

An upset ran into Ashle's eyes.

"One, as I presume, is to give me blood and be a family member.

Eat up all the dreams that have been thrust into you.

Instead, you drink my blood.

That completes the deal. And he shall walk by night, as I do. "

It's the direct line of True Ancestor's daughter, so a pure day walker can be a night demon with considerable resistance to even sunlight, even if he can't.

Ashley trembled. "Nerd" is raging around in me, and I can't judge.

"No."

Ashle saw Zion's eyes swaying with emotion.

I guess so, and Theon is alone.

In the next moment, Zion has deposited his body.

"Then there's no choice"

I looked up at Ashley and said from the inside of my arm.

"Strong but good. To me: all the twists of the day, all the sources of nausea. … shoot in…… good.

Absolutely. Let me take it. "

Everything in power was pulled out of Zion's body.

Tremble like a prey you've noticed.

Ashley became aware of the raging, expensive within herself.

It was a time of hands-on madness that easily pulled off the stopping of reason.

The only thing I could do to Ashle was just think of Zion strongly.

If I noticed, I had myself laying low to fold, keeping Zion in an assembled position.

Ashley was unconscious, still strong behind Zion.

I have no idea how long I've been doing that.

They were holding each other's hands strong.

When I woke up slowly, the surrounding people finally jumped into my eyes.

Ripped clothing and lace reminded me of a trampled bouquet of flowers.

Blood stains are here. It was definitely Ashley's own fault.

Yeah, and Theon wandered under Ashley.

There was no stain, and there was a skin that was like a peeled egg.

Calling his name, he lays down his body, and Ashley begins to bequeath Zion.

"Ashle... in this world (here)... have you returned"

Theon says in a tone that is still in his dreams.

"You've helped me again."

"Speaking of which, I thought you said it was my fault"

I'm sorry, Theon apologized.

"With the Night Devil - Skin Matching with Bakery Things, etc.... It Was Difficult"

Said Theon under Ashley, who was ashamed of himself.

It's like apologizing for your evil behavior.

"Absolutely not. Absolutely not"

I got an amazingly loud voice myself.

Surprised Scion looks back. My open eyes were shaking.

"It was beautiful, cute, and lovely"

Every time I put it into words, I couldn't help but overflow my love.

I can't falsify my feelings.

Theon lay down his face as it lit up.

Then I said reluctantly.

"Ashley... that... is still connected by Nerd. Not really, you know, that much, when it's done."

And Zion shook himself against me.

Ashley also got in tune with Zion.

"I endured so much" twist ". It would have been hard. That's the Holy Knight."

Theon said in a strange tone somewhere.

Ashley wears clothes so that she can stir them up.

Theon was wrapping sheets around his body.

There is no reusable clothing.

"If so much 'twist' was poured into a single human being, it should not normally be kept in character. On the contrary, it is not strange to have undergone deformation. Damn it... no, this is not a compliment."

I didn't expect you to make such a place strong for people's children. Gran, you still can't forgive me. Staring at the universe, Theon snapped alone.

Something, it was an attitude of trying to force me to step on it.

"Scion, I'm sorry. And then... thanks"

Ashle apologized on its back and thanked him again.

Then I guided Theon.

Ashley's mood was so refreshing.

All the nausea is gone.

However, Theon had taken on the source, the Nerd.

It was natural to guide myself.

"Are you a jerk?

To Ashley's inquiry, Theon looks here and here.

"... it's... I don't know"

"I don't know..."

Ashley turned pale.

As he feared, Theon thought he'd thrown himself at Ashley.

"As I've told you before, our night demons feed on" dreams ”. Conversely, the poured" dream "shapes us. That's what you said. - If it's so large, you can't say it doesn't have an impact."

It's my fault.

To Ashle, who hurried in and said, Theon smiled in return.

"Sure, but... well, you've always thought of me in the act."

Why, I get it.

Ashle lost her words and saw Scion.

"I have said that I will carefully select the noble“ dreams ". Shut up for flavor."

Hehe, Laughing Scion said.

"Even I would have been in danger if I had remained the snail of the raging Nerd in the midst of it. That's mostly venom.

But he intervened in all of it. He was protecting me with his feelings for me. That's why I could stand it. "

Thank you, Ashley. Theon blushed his cheeks and snapped.

"But that's it. It's tough being a human woman, do we have to respond to that kind of request with dedication? Um, although intercultural, there was something to be impressed with"

For all the first time, there would have been misery, but forgive me. As much as possible, I intend to respect that culture.

Theon said something absurd.

Ashle remembered her own deeds again, turning blue or red.

Between Theon and I, we were anxious to create a cultural misunderstanding.

But the leeway to solve that misconception is taken in advance by Zion's remarks.

That was a serious four-letter.

"First time"

Ashle repeated like an abalone and solidified.

This is the only place I'm talking about how that looked just like Isma in the loophole.

"The crude phase is forgiven. Because it was an emergency. Wouldn't you have ashamed your lord?

Theon turns around and bows his head deeply.

Ashle recognised once again that Zion was a princess.

"Well, it's a cultural question."

Ashley says like an idiot.

Yeah, and Scion nods.

"What is such an act before marriage in a clan of night demons?"

Hmm, and Zion looked at him with a void poked in his face, and then blushed and said, as if it had caught fire.

Come on, it's tough.

Again, and Ashle sweated.

It feels nasty from the top of my head, and it drips.

"Well... if we get married, we'll almost be in a state where we should be letting go... Mostly because it's culturally fashionable to get our hands on the wives of other houses - looting love is true love or something... I like night demons in those places too, but before marriage it's so tough that it can be called its recoil"

Theon lectured in a tone that was hard to hear.

"Duh, how much,? The harshness."

"It depends on the class."

"Yes, the Grand Duke."

"Either indefinite torture or marriage in the basement of Yves Castle. Death is even a kind of salvation in the Night Devil, so if the opponent is of another race, he may be deliberately corrupted by a lower servant before being tortured."

Oh, don't worry, I'm not already involved with the Grand Duchess, and that won't happen.

"Because this is just between you two."

Theon waved to reassure Ashley and said. For the most part, it is good to forget this kind of thing because you think it is a mistake overnight. Life is tough.

Scion drained his life training that it was the first time.

"Besides, the Night Devil instantly restores most wounds. Yes, you know what that means. That's why it's the first time again."

Obviously upset, Theon said. With a noisy voice, hey, what are you saying? I barged into myself.

Ashley is stiff enough to hear the sound of Kachiko.

"Oh, Ashley, are you kidding me?

He would also be upset, Sion asked because of his words in court. Ashley nodded, like a puppet with a broken thread.

"Okay, good. We don't have time, come on. Don't forget your shoes and your shield."

They walked out of the bedroom and went for the front yard.