Sanzen no Souru Supina

Something tells me that Ashley heard the sound of crumbs on the table in her mind.

I know.

This sound is a sinking sound. A human. With booze.

"We, we, we must now open up the future of all mankind!

Isma stood up, sworn so, and sank as it was.

People are rolling around like corpses.

It is because Isma invited him to the feast when he found the devil. Up and down, without gender segregation.

A human had filled the cafeteria for officers. There were probably forty of them.

All victims. One prey after another, Isma was a genius carnivore.

The Predator of Corruption.

It was a spectacular sight.

This was the third awakening when Kaku Ashle repeatedly sank.

Drunk King: I realized I managed to survive Isma's reign under many corpses.

Isma's devised Dangerous Extreme Play: By the King's Game, the morals of those who took part in the feast were crushed. It was like watching an example of how an abusive king could destroy his country.

In the meantime, it's Norman who's getting a lid eye and unsightly graffiti on his face on the other wall, exposing his ass half naked, and crushing the darts' aim on his head even more.

The gauntlet on both arms, as it were, invites pity.

Of course, King of Atrocities: Isma herself is terrible.

She dresses as a woman, wears makeup on Hade, and somehow stuffs two apples in her chest.

Completely criminal. Blasphemy.

I don't know how that happened, but a crowned leg sheep stands in the Lord's stead and rebels against the bait.

Ashle shook her head left and right, still teasing, on the long table.

I forgot who said everything would spin, but that point of view is perfectly correct, Ashley thinks.

I don't feel bad or have a headache because of the good liquor, but I'm drunk anyway.

There was an Illis in my arm.

I have a little rushing tiara on my head. The princess.

Ashle was ordered by her and passed out after receiving a pillow (The Pillow) sentence on the tabletop.

"Ashley will use it. If you don't, I'll use it!

I remember being embraced by Illis with such disturbing remarks.

At the height of crowd control.

Ashle nodded like a carp on a slab. That played a role.

Anyway, we can't just leave Iris like this.

Because my chest was in such a bad state.

There was a reaction when I called small to keep others awake.

And my hands were turned around my neck. The princess asked for a hug.

Though overwhelmed by the rattled flesh, Ashley managed to bring her to her bedroom.

I'll make you drink water, take off your shoes, and loosen your hips.

The moonshadow plunged through the window. There was a beauty there like being punched in the chest.

I wish there was such a thing —— Isma said, but I had never before been more aware of Alma's flesh fused with Eunice's "Soul".

Differences exist across factions, but the Orthodox Church of Ixism: Extram Orthodox basically does not allow the marriage and wifebelt of priests, except for knights, who are of the warrior class.

Alma was the nigger.

Never touch a godly terminal (for a hack).

That being the case, Ashle, the Holy Knight, was able to treat Alma equally with his vows. Secret rigging in the private room was also possible.

If not, Ashle's morality wouldn't have allowed it.

Because I'm a colleague, I could do it.

If we had met as just men and women, we weren't sure we'd made a mistake.

No, I confess honestly. I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to resist.

She was so pathetic.

I have tried not to see Ashle as long as possible after rescuing her, stripped of her clothes by Gran, decorated as the Virgin of Redemption and hung from the cross.

The girlfriend was lying defenseless.

"In the meantime, the story hasn't been explained. I just explained that I was once an Ixist nun and that I helped you and me out of Gran's hands."

So, I thought you were a white horse knight.

Sounds sorry, Isma, who is still a leopard with booze, told me.

While I was asleep, it was mainly Izma who acted as my counterpart to Ilis.

So I guess it was because Izma, even though she had just woken up, was nostalgic for Ashley, for the way she had spoken that she had lifted quite a bit.

So Iris owes Ashley a favor.

Isma said it in awe.

"Maybe, instead of trouble, I increased it?

"No, because their choice is my responsibility, too. Plus... even if it's legged, humans need stories based on it. Especially when you're weak"

So thank you.

When Ashley said so, Isma turned that way and rinsed her nose.

One day, I hope I can tell you the truth, I snapped.

Yeah, and Ashley nodded, too.

I knew you were a good one, and I thought to myself —— I'm jealous.

Shit, it's totally Isma's fault that we're getting away in this situation right now.

With his drunk head, Ashle desperately steps on the brakes of reason. Sparks scattered.

Secret flowers are the beautiful--.

Meals (even), not eating is a disgrace to a man--.

I didn't mean to stand based on such a bad adult story.

Good night, and whispered gently whenever possible with the power of the Will, leaving the room.

Grumpy, the ship rocked again.

The lights of the lamps hanging above the heavens illuminate the passages on board of every narrow ship.

Huh, Ashley remembered having a small anxiety about her chest.

I'm talking about the other Scion.

"Okay, well, stick it in the princess's room!

How long has it been since the feast began? There was a lot of drunkenness going around, but Norman wasn't there yet, so it's about Ashley's sinking count zero.

I missed stopping Izma from trying to storm Shion's bedroom, and when I returned, the memory of that Izma somehow bringing back the leg sheep came back to Ashle's brain unexpectedly.

"Hime, I'm a little hairy, huh?

It was still a peaceful kingdom because the servants and visiting officers were just laughing at the intoxicated Isma holding the obvious sheep aside.

Not Izma, but Ashle also did worry about Zion.

I just wasn't sure why I was worried because of the drunkenness at that time.

The answer flew to Ashley's head late.

In Ashle's bed, he rocked hard but Zion didn't wake up.

And I didn't ask him directly, but Ashley was certain of something.

The clan of demons cannot forget their memories at night.

From that inference, I even guided further reasoning.

In other words, they wonder if the demons at night consume primarily the nourishment of "dreams" from the blood of others in order to create a compromise with memory by escaping that dream.

Perhaps this reasoning is correct.

Yes, Ashley thinks.

At the same time, there was a heartbeat.

Words that Theon uttered while caught in his dreams stabbed him in the chest.

-- 'It breaks down'

I woke up drunk at once.

Ashle went for Scion's bedroom trying to drag her painful body.