Sanzen no Souru Supina

It's about the morning when Ashley, along with her friends, dropped her gran and dived through a dark night.

From sunrise, two minutes have already passed.

In the sunny Extram Pope's Agency, the play goes on -.

"Reported from whilst I was letting him infiltrate. Confirm the Savior's conception.

The Pilgrim Plan (Piano della Pellegrino) has cleared the midway difficulties. This will restore the progression of the plan that was frozen everywhere.

Comrade: Grand Baraza Ignace fulfills his mandate, after his accomplishments, with the dissipation of all.

Both "Paragram" and "Dextras" were lost. The plan is going well. "

The report was made in a single room facing the courtyard of the Pope's Office.

The pleasant sun falls through the window.

Maronier's tree leakage day is dropping a complex shade.

The autumn of Extram is the most beautiful in a year.

White Asia's architecture and the ancient ruins of the advancing excavations are reconciled, where the red-leaved trees add colour.

The river Tesna, which flows beneath the eyes of the Pope's Office, reflects a clear sky.

But the conversation that was exchanged in the hope of the landscape was too dark.

"How can you care for human beings, their hearts?"

Blurring, the man who trembled and received reports of the old body expressed his anger.

"Being to be saved - I thought?

A nun of beauty said, as she gave up her deafening beloved child.

As the stepmother of God, she was one of the ladies who undertook everything around herself for that modern proxy pope.

She was a pleasant, gentle and pleasant daughter.

But Majesty felt that the unbearable pressure that now mixes with this conversation is not what this daughter is.

I borrow my daughter's appearance and tricks and something else is talking to her.

"What's a gardener like? Your hobby is full of energy."

My daughter said when she saw dirty fingertips in the dirt of the Magest.

I walked over and carefully wiped the soil with a pure white forelock.

The hands of a faint and trembling magician.

"Has it been ten years since Ginkgo trees are rare in the western world? You sprouted, you rooted."

"If so, I won't let you like it."

"Thank you. There seems to be a big misunderstanding."

My daughter frowned sadly. Like begging old Magest for mercy.

"Don't pretend to be a human!

My daughter's cheeks were stretched by the temper she had left in the old magic.

My daughter throws her body out on the floor.

Legs wrapped in white leggings revealed down to the knee.

Slowly wake up your torso and say.

"So, if so, it would be obvious where the responsibility lies. Let's be clear about who the plan is."

Perhaps that's just another human-like maneuver, too.

It said as he faithfully reproduced the expression and tricks of his daughter, frightened by the wrath of the Lord.

However, there was no fright or dust in his voice.

"We just help"

"Snakes, that's how you corrupt humans."

"We must be faithful."

"Now, then, let us stop this farce and bring Ashledau back to the Holy Knight: Protect Balaje! Neither does Eunice Frau!

My daughter slipped her gaze with a cut look as she crawled on the floor.

"The total amount of" Nerd "is insufficient. As I explained at the outset, this is a purely fair method of voting by quantity. Forgive me."

"Then..."

Gu, he held his chest and Magest broke himself.

My daughter crawled on the floor and leaned to the magest.

That would have been primarily a devotional end-user (for the sake of discharging) if only a snail.

"Please, if you say so, earn the amount of 'twist' you need for it. We are loyal to Nerd. I'm not lying. Absolutely."

"You mean I was already conspiring at the time of the contract?"

"What people 'twist' is entirely up to people's freedom. The plan can't be changed because that's what people's 'twists' are.

You should have the status of vectorizing the hearts and minds of people.

There should be a great deal of courage and influence. Why wouldn't they?

My daughter looked up at the magest and said in a tone that speaks of tomorrow's weather.

The shaking eyes and words that noticed the Lord were tickled.

I felt nauseous.

"Yes, once, like the day you were contracted with us to be elected pope. Ledamaria, your mother, like when I shot you in the heart."

"Shit, shit, shut up!

Magest waved her fist at her daughter.

It was an unimaginable expression from the usual warm magest.

My daughter lay down on the ground again.

A small amount of blood was scattered. I guess I cut my mouth off.

"That's right, apart from the report, I have a favor to ask today"

Words leaked from my daughter, not even looking like she cared about anything such as the fierce height of the Majesty.

Magest firmly admonished her daughter to behave any more violently as she unconsciously fingered the tip of her cut fist.

The Lord of the Voice and his daughter have no cause whatsoever.

Yuri, my daughter stood up.

With a contemplative look begging for forgiveness, tremble and spread your palms over here to show me.

The edge of the cherry blossom lip was cut off and the blood was dripping.

Magest lagged behind as he feared.

And in the footsteps of a bump or not, I fell.

"I'd like you to start a Crusade. The people want it."

Let's start with Ignace territory, salvation, salvation.

An emotionally imperceptible voice approached the Magest.

Majesty couldn't shake off her daughter's body in such a way that she begged for mercy from the man she loved.

Purify. Purify. My daughter repeated like every wow.

"Later, to Aram. The Savior should be on his way there too. Let's come. Let us come with the Savior."

No, no, no. Magest shook his head like a child.

Tears fell from her daughter's eyes.

"Why, why can't you accept it?

It would have sounded like a daughter's plea (cancer) to beg for love if it was just words.

But this wasn't like that.

"Then no."

With a faint voice, Majest denied it. Also, the pain ran on my chest.

"Your body is a lot worse, too. I don't know, at this point. Don't be overloaded, just like Lord Ignace. It opens up from such concerns."

"Go away, you devil."

"He reigns with knowledge and warmth. It crushes the ideals that were wanted."

My daughter said in heartfelt sadness.

"How can it not be?

"Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad"

There was no other way, and my daughter wept.

Even though I have no emotions whatsoever, it seemed to Majesty as if there was a mourning there.

I didn't know who he was mourning.

"Then there is only the Pontifical Selection Conference (Conclave)"

Magest doubted his ears.

The Pontifical Selection Council, which elects the next Pope, can only be convened after the Pope's resignation.

And none of the Popes have resigned or resigned in their lifetime.

In other words, it was virtually the only possible meeting to be held with the death of Majesty, now Pope.

"I will not kill."

Again, sweet as begging his lover for pity, his daughter whispered.

"That's just what Nerd does. Too bad - players will be exited"

My daughter told me like a mechanical procedure.

A strong pain struck Majest's chest.

Put your nails up on your daughter's clothes. My daughter didn't even resist.

Big deal, the fabric ripped. And with a distressed look on his face, Magest ran out.

What killed him was neither a dagger nor a poison.

But who would have noticed that it was due to Nerd?

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Somebody, somebody, come on. It wasn't until it was all too late that my daughter's sad screams became obsessed.

"Wouldn't it be better not to return to the Pope's Office?

It was the people of Igo village, including Norman, who welcomed the Ashles, who returned bearing the morning sun.

They couldn't say the details of their battle through the night, but they were watching the many paranormal phenomena it caused.

A loud cheer greeted them as they emerged from a secret loophole.

Even though the villagers continued to trample without abandoning their desolate fatherland, they were sensitive to the changes brought about by the Ashles.

The dark clouds were removed.

White water vapor only rose from the swamp, which until then had raised its temper (soaked).

It will take time for the devastated earth to rise, but there will no longer be a flock of the dead there.

The rest will be the fulfilment of the human will.

A mind that thinks local should be the driving force.

But the season is already autumn.

There was the current challenge of how to get past this winter.

"To do that, we have to go back. With the help of the Pope's Office, we need relief supplies. You'll also need livestock."

"Return without performing your sacramental duties as a holy knight, and you will be prepared to be demoted, destroyed your house, and, worst of all, hung as a heretic."

Norman's words hurt my chest.

I meant to know, but that difficulty stained me when I was stuck with post-processing as a reality.

Theon and I met each other because we did not perform our sacramental duties.

Ignache Royal Treasure: "Dextrus" has been lost, but another sacred relic: "Hands of Glory" is alive and well.

There are exactly two sacramental duties that Ashle was charged with.

Holy Relics: Retrieval of Dextrus and Hands of Glory.

Of which, when it comes to Hands of Glory, it is not impossible to achieve.

If that is the case, then so is the call to the Pope's Office.

However, it was conditional.

Impossible, Ashley shook her head.

I couldn't take Hands of Glory from Zion to fulfill my mission.

Then she would gamble (and) death and challenge, and before then Ashley had been unable to see Zion as an enemy or anything else.

By and large, you can't even imitate selling a benefactor who's had his life saved twice.

"I missed the sacred relic and the devil's princess the night I was left in love - it's a heretic decision."

Isma said with no hesitation whatsoever stumbling over the welcome meal the villagers prepared for us. Ashley looked up at this one.

Theon looked at Ashley worried.

And there's this guy.

There was a beautiful woman who tied her hair up instead of Norman.

Formerly Eunice Frau, or Armastella.

But she was losing her memory.

"It's better if you mix it up."

When this girl woke up - yes, Theon said.

I also thought Ashley might be.

Even though it was a decision to be caught up with, Ashle felt that the strike that struck her and the memory of her own decision would be an unlimited bitterness of blame as she lived.

I even thought losing my memory might be God's mercy.

"Iris. Irisberda Lachmaison - that's your name"

Ashley gave her a name.

It would have been a naming if I hadn't practiced what I heard, but there seemed to be no problem with what happened at that house in Puchong (Illis) because it was just a secret between Eunice and the two of us.

"Iris, right? Of the lakeside house (Maison) - Uh, that's a good name. Deep meaning."

I'm sure you're praising him. Ashle thought that only Isma's good intentions would require attention in the future.

"The Inquisitor will not miss it."

Calmly, Norman said.

It means Illis. I agreed.

The Inquisition Division is a body specializing in interrogation and interrogation.

Ashley knew she couldn't push the lie through.

"Let's get out of here. Escape."

Take it easy, Isma said. Ashle had a headache.

"Where. How."

"In twenty days, you'll be able to use the Transition Gate."

What are you going to do to calm down? Ashley ate.

"How about our base? It's a lonely island in the ocean, but it's a good place."

"Catel Island? Isn't it the end of the Farouche Sea? Too far. No ships."

Norman laughed in Ashle's haste.

"Because you don't know how I got here?

"But Ignace's harbor was closed."

"There's no way we can make all the harbour towns, fishermen towns, thorough, right?

Maybe if the state was decent.

They abandoned it and took control of where it was becoming a pirate's root castle. "

The grin, he laughed, said Norman.

Ashley thought it was a fierce (why not) grin.

The Knights of Catel Hospital is one of the most honorable of the independent Knights of Religion.

In the past, it has defeated more than 10,000 troops in Aram many times with hundreds of castle (candle) power. It was a thousand fierce men.

"There, you should get picked up. Within a few days if you're on schedule."

The Epolar. It is the best fast ship in the Western world.

"Seriously? Ride."

Isma said.

No, you, and Ashley twitch inside.

"By and large, if we escape, what happens to all of us here?"

"The Pope's office is already on the move. There will be no time for a week."

Ashley was taken away by Norman, who told him with certainty.

"Where does that certainty come from?

"I kept my mouth shut, but it was already prophesied that you and I would meet here."

Prophecy? All my companions, including Ashley, looked surprised.

"Archbishop of Katel Island as the current chief of the Greater sect: Dashkamarie Yajes, six months ago"

In accordance with that, it was the sacramental duty imposed on me to save Master Ashledau's predicament (the cucumber).

Ashley glanced at Norman, who finally told him.

"Please, come into our asylum"

"Will one of the Igo villages not be questioned by the Pope's Office?

Regarding Norman's offer, Ashley took care of the people involved.

"If you stop talking, yes."

"If you don't, the destination will be leaked (too)?

"Let's say we pursue the thieves to continue the recapture of the sacred relics."

Forgot my stunt? Yeah, and Norman showed his tongue.

Ashley was impressed or frightened.

The sea, Ashley thought. I felt a seabird's voice somewhere.

Speaking of which, seabirds were flying that day as well.

In the summer, when I was just ten years old, I went to a villa in Redamaria, avoiding the papal administration of the terrible heat.

There was Magest, there was Redamaria.

Of course my mother did, and Eunice came.

My father and Burton also showed their faces several times over the weekend.

Everyone had an evening meal on the beach.

My solid looking father, in fact a pretty good cook, wrapped his tongue around the good taste of layering sausages and tomatoes, cheese and potatoes that he made by trying to bury the thick iron pan in the sandy flames.

I remember my mother laughing bitterly.

I'm asking you not to cook at home because you're too good.

It was also that summer that I realized that I had two girls, Redamaria and Eunice Frau.

The two walking in thin clothes with sun umbrellas and waves made their chests dodgy.

Yet when they were two, they troubled Ashley with a bitter past that had been raised as a girl to deceive the devil.

I walked outside with the two costumes I was forced to wear, and fell in love with a local man Co and I had a terrible eye.

It was a hell of a lot of little demons.

At some point, Ashley was smiling bitterly with her eyes closed.

Everything had changed when I opened my eyes.

The boy is nowhere to be found that day. Girls too.

Still, we don't want to move on. There is only one way.

Ashle looked over at his people.

Isma gave me a lot of cups.

Theon was unfamiliar with me and kept me from eating.

Norman seems to have just convinced the village chief.

Ilis is turning his eyes this way.

"Let's go"

Ashle declared to his companions.

The journey begins.