Sanzen no Souru Supina

"And well, that's what happened"

Ashle, who had taken a vacation to report and returned to the Extram Pope's Office, told her colleague Alma how things were going.

To the Holy Relics Management Division, a teenage colleague who currently only belongs to two people, Nishimon: Almastella is one of the few people who can talk casually to Ashley, which is also heterosexual.

One older, but there was a horse anyway, including curiosity about antiquity and the knights' interest in medals (sardines).

With Eunice, unfortunately, it's a hard part to share.

"It was a disaster, Holy Knight (Paladin): Balaje."

Alma expressed empathy as she finished listening and poured more tea into Ashley's cup.

Ashley also gives an unraveled look to the appearance.

When I finished talking, I felt my shoulder load come down.

"Alma, here, only with Ashley"

"It was. At work, you know."

Anyway, in public, when we are two, we are friends, nicknamed after each other.

The place is Alma's own room.

It is a severe punishment if exposed, but the daytime Pope's Office is quiet and unpopular thanks to the habit of sleeping in the afternoon (Siesta).

The inhabitants of the Pope's Office have not changed this custom, which is accused of being a sign of decadence by the strict sects of the North.

I guess this is already a land pattern.

After such a time, Ashley visited Alma.

Close meetings, or backwardness, but the two study groups have been held in secret this way.

Violations are certain in the light of the commandments of Ixism, but there is nothing nasty between them.

So this is right to be a meeting between hobbyists, not between men and women.

However, today there was an element added as a confession.

It is an ashle who has already made a report to the Pope and has done penance (zang) in the process.

But there is something about weak sounds that you can't talk about unless you're really close.

Usually it was, the squire: Eunice had it for me, but things were different this time.

In this case, she is the victim/party.

Instead, Ashley was on the side of caring for Eunice.

Tight, Eunice won't leave Ashley's side after that incident.

I had such an experience, I wouldn't have had to.

The relationship between the two is not to be taken out of the villa of the Balaje family, I would have promised, but every night Ashle comes to visit the bedroom without exception, except when she is staying directly in the Pope's office.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, with many apologies.

Still, I couldn't help but ask for Ashley to catch up.

So, very much, Ashley doesn't reveal her mind to Eunice.

Now it's time for me, the man, to heal the wounds that she has inflicted on her heart.

But Ashley also suffered an equally severe wound.

Something very, very important that shouldn't go into your chest.

So I decided to ask Alma to listen.

Because if you're a colleague of the Holy Relics Management Division, you don't have to hide it from me.

And I don't have to worry about information leaking out of Alma's mouth any more than the two intimate meetings are secret.

There were no more candidates.

"You did a great job. That's right, the Holy Knight (Paladin). Our protector."

Jeridal's Demon: Battle against Biel and the backbone that goes there (Tenmari).

I took Ashley's hand, which finished telling me everything, Alma said.

Praise the achievements of our Holy Knight (Paladin), who rescued the two beautiful princesses.

But Ashley's face didn't clear.

"... what is it? No floating face."

There's still something there.

Seeing Ashley's heart, Alma said.

That was what Ashley expected from me when she sent me a letter asking about the study group.

There was a note there asking you to listen to me about this incident.

It's a warning from Ashley that she wants to expose her chest.

Without being prepared to do anything, it is not a good story to listen to or let listen to.

That kind of message made Alma understand what that sentence meant, and he was actually right.

More importantly, because a man named Ashledau was not the kind of man who spoke of his martial arts.

That's Alma, who predicted how much it would be, because the man can bother to write down "I want to talk to you".

And as per its foresight, Ashle spat out her painful chest.

Excuse me, Sister, and preface.

"Great job, that's too much lifting. It was just the two of us who were able to help. Just Cardinal Redamaria and Eunice."

Alma nodded and showed Ashley, who confessed feeling that she had finally squeezed out.

Survivors...

"No, I was there. But, you know, what? I don't know if I can say that I was alive. Now, as a human... so I have mercy. It's my responsibility."

Saying, Ashle grabbed the dagger pattern she put on her hips.

The weapon, known as Misericordia, is the last weapon used by the knights to strike, but it bears a strange name for it.

Its name, Misericordia, means "mercy" in the language of the Idareia Peninsula.

There is also the theory that it was so named for falling horses and immobilized knights from leaving todome untouched if the opponent begs for mercy, but Ashle's feeling is that it seems the other way round.

Survival has also been severely wounded unexpectedly, and it is a weapon to give "mercy (Misery Cordia)" to enemies and allies who have already only waited for death.

And as the name suggests, Ashle went to the victims who lived in Jeridal's demonic nest.

Because the survivors, who were no longer viable as humans, made a uniform plea (cancer).

Dignity.

"The Holy Knight (Paladin) - You've been very, very hard on me."

He is Ashley, who has been a samurai on the battlefield since he was thirteen years old.

There is no hesitation (cunt), regret or other fine dust (mistletoe) in taking the life of an enemy.

However, things were different this time.

That I couldn't protect you.

And that he took the lives of a people without any sin.

That was the reason why he was suffering, playing the Sacred Knight (Paladin) Ashley.

Armastella led Ashle's right hand, laying her eyes down like it contained something bitter, to her own breast milk.

It doesn't make any deep sense.

When you feel strong empathy, you're Alma's jerk.

If you were a regular Ashley, you would have blushed and had those hands off you before you could understand your chest as much as possible, somehow.

But only today, for some reason, I couldn't tell you the softness and warmth that comes from it, and the spare time that I can't feel the beat.

Maybe Ashley was really tired at this point.

It won't be possible.

No matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter how much, no matter, no matter how much, no matter how much, no man takes the life,

I think it would be inevitable that you would ask for Ryu.

Leaving herself to comfort, Alma pressed Ashle's hand against her chest, however strong she was.

Eyes and eyes fit.

"I couldn't help you"

"No, you saved it. Giving dignity to those who desire a doomsday is rather a noble deed."

Alma's words came from a heart free of lies and lies, but Ashle's expression did not clear.

Look at such an ashle, Alma says.

Almost, healthy.

"I wish I could clear that heart."

Saying, Ashle forced herself to make a smile and show Alma holding Ashle's hand with both hands and pressing it against her.

With an unscrupulous smile, Alma feels narrow so that the back of her chest can be tightened.

Whatever you do, I want to give this human heart warmth.

"Me… Is there anything I can do for - The Holy Knight (Paladin), no, for Ashley"

Anything, say it. Though it may not be a big deal, such as what I can do.

If you need me, I am not afraid of any punishment, and with the momentum that even we are likely to offer, Alma said.

Ashley's response, however, was more commonplace.

"So can I get you a cup of tea?

With that one, Alma finally returned it to me.

The palms of Ashle were tempered and the claws of his fingers were so strong that they clearly appeared that they pressed the Holy Knight's (Paladin) on his own breasts.

Doesn't this seem like tempting Ashley?

Let go of both hands to be bounced.

I just can't afford to pay for Ashley's.

For Alma, where there is a male phobia from past experience, the Cathedral Knights, especially the Holy Knights (Paladins), were a rarity that did not feel much of their fear.

Alma set up his own room in the building of the Holy Relics Management Division, which was one of the reasons.

And among its rare people, an even more special man, was Ashley.

I don't like being touched by my body at all.

Instead, I learn to feel safe and comfortable.

No, I really want you to... touch me more.

As a monk, Ashley is the one who remembers the sense of strict prohibition.

Maybe that's not due only to the soft, child-faced face or the sophisticated behavior characteristic of the son of a good family.

The gentleness of the heart and the true strength hidden in its depths, like the light that flows from the inside, feels like a fluctuation.

It softly encloses itself, like a blanket warmed by sunlight, to give ease to Alma, who has walked through the darkness of his life.

Confirming that Alma had freed me, Ashle slowly took her hands off the fudge.

It wasn't an annoyance, because if we were to be forgiven, we would have left it to ourselves, but... no more, because it's not for each other.

Yes, at a rate that passes to Alma.

"So, I'll get you some hot water!

Alma tried to fly away and as she left the room, she went down to the fireplace downstairs.

A ceramic stove piercing through the floor from the lower floor only conveys heat, but Alma's own room has no fireplace or chimney.

Alma's cheeks holding the pot and walking in the hallway early were unlikely to be red tidal and his chest would be broken, hitting him so hard.

If you refill the pot with herbs in the kitchen and get some hot water poured, you should have a delicious herbal tea by the time you get back to your room.

"What's wrong, your face is red. You have a cold? It's the end of the season."

The hot and humid extra summer is over.

Every day of the season, it's starting to fall.

A cook who was packing in the kitchen worried about Alma's complexion.

Even though it's time for an afternoon sleep (Siesta), the cook is busy taking a meal down.

"Oh, well, maybe so. So... hey, more herbal tea."

"Uh, that's not right. Steady the moisture. The room is warm, and if you sweat, get dressed."

Naturally, Alma's ears, who had received the pot, had not listened to the advice from the cook, who was also a priest.

I am driven by intense regret and self-reproach for what I did earlier.

Isn't that like compelling Ashley to fornicate!

While holding the pot, I can't go back to my room for a while and wait for the red tide and palpitations to subside in the courtyard.

No, I'm still obsessed with the story. I've led Ashley's hand so far, myself, but it was a complete accident.

But today, the movement of the mind is different.

If the heart of the Holy Knight (Paladin) is comforting, I do not mind giving myself away.

At all times, if Ashley's heart is to rest, I want to comfort you with all of mine.

Clearly, that's what I was thinking then.

That upset Alma more than ever.

In the light of the sun leaking out of the shade of the lemon and olive trees waiting for the bush harvest, when I returned a deep breath with both hands covering my face (oh), finally, the calm somehow returned.

But when I got back to my room, the tea was completely soaked up.

"It took a long... long time, Alma"

"Oh, yeah, well, the place where the herbs are gone has changed,"

Alma excused herself as she poured tea into the cup that had cooled to delude her.

Ashley says, "Oh, my God."

If you were looking for herbs, then the water should have been poured after that, rather, it should now have been poured with the Atsuatsu thing that would already make the hot air.

Yet Alma's pour, and then, hardly, the hot air stands anymore.

Besides, the hand pouring herbal tea is trembling and spilling.

The complexion also feels more and more red for some reason.

It is the Holy Knight (Paladin) who does not work without this kind of observation.

Well, in this case, before the observation, it's pretty, obvious.

Incidentally, Ashley's experience analyzes this kind of behavioral suspicion as a "one-size-fits-all" situation.

Of course, I was grandly wrong.

Even Ashley can't think of any reason why Alma should serve her clothes.

"Please... did you? Alma."

"Hey, what, no! Anything, nothing. Thank you for waiting, Holy Knight (Paladin)! It's a replacement for tea!!

From the cup offered, there was too much momentum and the tea spilled.

Speaking of alma like that, I swallowed it full of cups so I could calm my rough breath.

By the way, drinking deviantly enough to show your throat to your opponent is regarded as table manners.

"And, by the way, that's the Focus that inspired Jeridal's demonic crusade!

Pouring himself a second cup, he hurried in and Alma said.

Not too much. Obviously, I've changed the subject.

With Doyuko? Ashley was refreshed by the circumstances, but anyway, the second cup was poured into the cup she hadn't even put on her mouth yet, and since Alma hadn't noticed how it was going to spill, I figured out that this move was considerable.

This is the one that should not be accidentally pointed out.

Ashley is also learning from the rules of thumb.

So I only responded calmly.

"Owner's Seal: Intake, right?

"I think it's sooo, so convenient. If you stamp all sorts of things, you won't have to go through any trouble finding them, and then you can prevent them from losing important literature and objects, and you have to get them back, which will help you solve more important cases, and more importantly, it will be the definitive" one or the other "that opens the missing."

Without breathing, Alma, who stood up all at once, finally breathed heavily in, he added.

"Wow, I guess I'll have a push, too. And then, no matter what happens, you're safe!

"What?"

Maybe Alma had no idea what she said or no, what she was saying at this time.

That's how it was moving.

Pokan, of Alma, who opens his mouth and seriously looks back into Ashle's eyes. That should have been swirling around completely.

"No, that won't do. It's not cool. I can't believe we're watching humans like cattle."

"Wow, I, the Holy Knight (Paladin): Be Ashledau, or whatever, Mm, rather, reassuring! I feel safe! Wherever, whenever, and if you want me to grab it, so be it!

The mind that guided Ashley and the earlier emotions that happened at the maximum wind speed of the moment - never forgive her as a nigger - made Armastella, who should normally be calm and wise, behave suspiciously.

Pu, and the way it was, it was so weird, and again, so cute, even so, that Ashley blew it out.

Once again, Alma felt her cheeks (cheeks) tremble.

dyeing Zhu to his ears. That, however, was not this time from that chest highs.

"Terrible! Holy Knight (Paladin) Huh!! How dare you laugh!

Too much shame often translates into anger.

Alma forgot the difference in status between the junior clerk and the Holy Knight (Paladin) and grabbed it.

That also invites Ashley to laugh.

Haha, to Ashley, who gives a voice and laughs, even if he is serious and angry, Alma, who is overwhelmingly inferior to him with combat skills and skill (rhizoma), only seems to have small animals stranded in his owner.

But just overwhelmed by the valley of its breasts, Ashley surrendered.

"Shit. Shit! Alma, my, my loss!

"Damn, please apologize properly!

"I'm really sorry. haha."

"No more!

Pugh, and Alma swelled her cheeks (cheeks) in dissatisfaction, but even that is adorable and visible in Ashle's eyes.

However, it was actually Alma who was heartbroken.

If we kept talking at that rate, I'm sure we wouldn't have been able to go back to the same relationship again.

I must have bumped into the thought that had been sealed all along in my chest.

And when that happened, Alma didn't have the confidence to end that thought with a confession alone.

Because Alma has dreamed of herself on her knees and begging for mercy on nights she can't count.

It's a relief, a terrible shame...... I felt complicated.

However, I think this is fine now.

The mix belongs to Ashley's squire: Eunice Frau.

Because I entrusted it to her.

That's what I thought, and I finally got my mind sorted.

"But... Ashley, the seal of its owner: is the intake just right?

If it was actually used for paranormal investigations, it shouldn't be more comforting.

says Alma, who regained the face of the clerk of the sober Holy Relics Management Division.

"No, that's just... I gave it back to Cardinal Valencina"

Still, in a way that left a laughing aftertaste, Ashley replied.

Cardinal Valencina means Redamaria.

Whatever it was, "owning" her had to be only temporary and special for Ashle, who had felt that it should no longer be as the Holy Knight (Paladin) or as a childhood friend.

Really? Alma nodded and said, not quite convinced by common sense, but in a way that made her feel included.

"Too bad, I say, I disrespect you... if it had been there, the protection and management of the sacred relics would have been much easier"

Alma, who does not know exactly what effect scanning (scanning) by intake will have because he did not experience it, gives his natural thoughts as the clerk of the Holy Relics Management Division, which deposits the Holy Relics.

"No, you can't expect that - the intake can't be stamped on Focus or Holy Relics. Only a common tool or limited use for life. It could be used for an outer box or seal or something...... not conclusive. Maybe Focus, which can be handled by mankind, is not for this kind of paranormal investigation, foresight and prediction. as a racial trait."

"I offer you to Catel Island, the chief of the Greatest: Archbishop Dashkamarier is told that the silver crown that he receives has a powerful prediction of" the chips "... I don't know as much about authenticity as it is about authenticity. Maybe the Holy Knight (Paladin) is right."

Ashley returns it and Alma agrees.

But Alma thinks Ashley's hypothesis is a tabletop.

Indeed, many of the Focus that can be dealt with by mankind are not so extreme as to relate to paranormal investigations and future forecasts.

Conversely, earthspiders and others, hostile species to be abhorred, are said to be familiar and proficient with the alien powers of their lineage trees.

Perhaps that's because paranormal investigations and future-prognostic psychic powers "shred as a result" the strong "Hiragana" oriented toward tomorrow that mankind has.

That's what Ashley had in mind.

In other words, could the future have been brought to this point by mankind, "because we cannot know" tomorrow, without stopping our steps?

Even if, at the next moment, your life is at stake, dream of tomorrow.

Believe in possibilities.

I see, and Alma feels the sight.

This human is, after all, a genius.

That sensibility that brings us closer to the truth in one step is this man's, true talent.

With awe, that thought of tightening his chest flickers and Alma is about to cry.

However, it was the same person, Ashledau, who destroyed such emotions.

"So I'm glad it was that one. Redamaria, you shouldn't... Cardinal Valencina wanted me to get that seal a lot stronger, but... after all, somehow, it's a way of owning someone outside of love, treating humans like things, isn't it?"

Alma has solidified into Ashley, who says as if she were alone.

"... to receive the seal strongly, told you?

"Ahai. I don't know, so desperately... should I have taken it... no, I can't. No, no. I knew that wasn't a good idea. 'Cause then, you're going to trample on Reda's personality and dignity. It's something you shouldn't do."

Alma shuddered or hurt her chest at Ashley, who nodded with her face that she had done good things.

Because in a series of interactions, Alma figured it out.

Cardinal Valencina drops by the Holy Knight (Paladin): Ashledau - no, because you two have known each other since you were young - about the thoughts you've been giving me.

"The Holy Knight (Paladin): Ashledau - that's... shouldn't you have said no?

"Yeah, yeah, eh?!

As a holy knight (paladin) to the effect of cleanliness and cleanliness, Ashle, who thought he had given an unbeaten exemplary answer, almost turned every chair upside down unexpectedly at the allegations from Alma.

And in the sense of surprise, Alma was the same.

However, what stunned her was the flow of the story, not the

It was in a strong, unmistakable denounced color that rode his voice about Ashley's behavior.

That's why Ashley almost fell over.

"Duh, what do you mean?

"'Cause that's..."

But if asked why in this way, it is Alma who has no choice but to remain silent.

'Cause it's... Ledamaria told me that you want me to own it.

In other words, I could not just say that it was a confession that was ready to give back the cardinal position to the Pope and to be vulgarized.

You blunt man! At the same time, he discovered that he was deeply relieved.

If that happens.

If that comes true.

It's unstable, it's been dangerous, but it keeps going, and my relationship with Ashley breaks down.

I was afraid of that, and that's why Ashley felt so deeply relieved that she turned down Ledamaria's offer.

"And anyway, not really, I don't think it's a good thing"

"Ugh, should I have received, was it?

Then, at last, Alma shoots down his fist bone at Ashley's head, who makes a strange face.

"I didn't say that either!

Unexpectedly, with his head in a blow that hurt so badly, Ashle looked seriously at Alma, who had said it in tears as he rubbed his fist with his left hand.

"I... did I make you angry?"

"Ashledau, you are a handsome human being!

Pfft, and as it were, Alma dives into her bed and hugs her pillow.

Ashley, who has become a leftover snail, doesn't know what to do, but just goes right and left like an iterative lateral flight.

If your opponent is Eunice, just hold him gently from behind and beg forgiveness in his ear... no way, to Alma opponents. That would be Ican.

Ashley's repeated lateral flights are only accelerating.

"No Lottery"

Boosh, and Alma shrugs.

With the usual vengeance.

With a tear of remorse for my feelings for Ashle, who said how revenge I would have given him, that love would have won thousands or tens of thousands of times more.

"Huh? What is it now?

"Ashledaw's Takeover, once!

On Alma's sword screen, where never before, Ashle's repeated lateral flights are already an alien and paranormal realm.

At any rate, Alma thinks you just have to go faster than you can even catch your eye.

Yes, in this way, the Pope's Office routine passes.

It was supposed to pass.

Not until that incident happens.