Sanzen no Souru Supina

The Epolar, which travelled eastward with the Ashlets, took Esperalgo's ship in the shade of night and was about to pass through its territorial waters and into the sea of Vibronze.

It was a shame that we didn't have to stay engaged.

Late at night, being exposed to the ship's books at that distance, etc., is unlikely unless the opponent is a nocturnal species or someone with a specific ability to do so.

It was a large anticipation that if there were a capable man, he would have been extremely likely in a state of engagement, but this would not be the case with regard to the Fae.

The Esperalgo Empire is also such a fundamentalist nation that the same Ixophone's main mountain: the Extrum Pope's Agency draws back.

It goes without saying what attitude a nation that pressurizes even humans of the same religion will take toward the nocturnal fae.

From the above, it was the decision of the Knights of Catel Hospital that the identity of this one had not been revealed.

After that, a few days, the voyage went well.

The grade of vigilance was raised and made strict (although the foolish noise in the dining room was put to a halt and Isma was squeamish), but the manoeuvring of the ship that discovered the Esperalgo Shipbook did not even require a pronunciation with a drum, and with a perfect breath the bunk of steps moved, quickly diving into the island shadow, exhausted one brilliant thing.

But it was almost simultaneous for Norman and Hector to notice something odd on that route.

Hector, the captain, said it.

Sir Harvey, and call on Norman.

"Isn't that odd"

"I was thinking the same thing"

Two men will speak under a tent strewn on the rear bridge.

"We don't run into ships headed west."

"I don't know where the hell the information leaks (or) from to the Pope's office, so I'm going to be paying the utmost attention... but it's odd when it comes to all ships.

Even if the looters are just roaming the same waters. "

However calm the inland waters may be, there are not so many routes that some large ships can take.

The sea seems to be wide and free, but in fact the routes of large ships in the inland sea are limited due to problems of depth, currents and wind direction.

In the Farouche Sea, which varies with the wind direction, there were few elements of wind direction, but large ships often pass north and south routes in large part.

The Epolar used a route to minimize the number of stopovers on the northbound route to run the shortest distance, but slightly south.

This time of year is the route often used by merchant ships to make their last fortune before winter arrives.

Especially the large number of ships returning from the East to the West was also natural, as the northern side of the Obsidian Sea, which is more northern and inland, began to freeze in the first half of November.

Merchant Souls Whatever some exceptions, in the family, of the merchants trying to spend Christmas or New Year's Eve. It's time for the homecoming rush, so to speak.

Since it was common sense that military operations in the sea would not take place during the winter months, the Navy would also begin to surrender.

I mean, it was supposed to be the most frequent time of year for a ship to go out.

"Is it because Esperalgo's private looters are bouncing?

"No matter how strictly netted, not a single ship is a story that can be. It's impossible unless you even give it to the sea in chains.

By and large, if we seal off the requirements for East-West trade, the trouble is the same with Esperalgo. We need money to feed the mighty army. "

More importantly, if we do that, we turn all Western countries against our enemies. There will also be a thrust from the Pope's Office.

To the captain's point, Hmm, Norman stroked a thinly grown beard in his jaw.

"That's a strange story."

It was two days ago that we had that conversation.

Ashley, on the other hand, was looking to heaven.

I used to occupy the back of my brain.

It was about “evil."

The question was, what is “evil”?

It is a question of defining what is meant by "evil”.

Gran, for example.

An unforgivable vendetta, an enemy.

A resentful enemy who took more than fifteen lives, including three diocesan knights and their squire.

Alma betrayed the Pope's office and took Dextrus, the culprit who ran under it. Because of that, Eunice lost her life.

A man who turned his own country into scorched earth.

If all the people are the victims, the lives they take will not give them tens of thousands.

He is a great sinner and an unjustifiable “evil”.

But Ashley couldn't turn down Grant's "twist" as “evil” referring to all of it.

I loved my country more than anyone else.

The people, the wives, the sons, more importantly, the land, the land.

To this end, he greeted to save everything, greeted the Savior, and tried to take on “evil” for it.

To glow the holy things, he himself tried to be a servant of the dark parts of the people, of the never-ending shadows.

Alternatively, Nahatwerg.

He killed his brother and lived in the days of Lord Gashyn, who sat on the bloody throne.

Snitching and betrayal disrupted people's minds and joined the uprising of those who forced oppression.

I fought believing that if I could entrust politics to the hands of the people, I would open it tomorrow.

Whether that led to the right outcome would be for history to judge, but I dreamed of a revolution in the world.

And I was betrayed by a dream.

Still, I couldn't give up on Dextras and Paragram, and I reached Alma, the princess of the diaspora.

I was never tired of what I was poking and moving through Nahat, but it was common to all the kings of the world, to the extent that they differed.

Nahat spoke publicly to Ashle.

"Be king," he said.

"I'll take responsibility for you," he said.

Arrogant shore sucks, but the readiness was brilliant.

Ashley can't get over that part of Nahat.

It could indeed have been “evil”.

Because he ate the alma, and he bluffed it, and he treated it as a tool.

But there was a kind of penetrating belief there.

If Nahat had an affair, he would not have told Alma, who was an accomplice.

You didn't tell me you were evil.

That's the only thing Ashley couldn't forgive.

It's in Gran, the only thing that wasn't in Nahat.

The only thing that changed Ashley's heart certificate dramatically was that.

The empathy and compassion (renbin) for Gran was the reason why it did not arise for Nahat.

So —— what about yourself?

Declared to be “evil” to Illis.

He decided to take on the consciousness of sin, which can only be reduced by doing so.

But yet I had a self that couldn't be “evil”.

"I was sweet."

My thoughts of pain and repentance became words.

The tears spilled.

Besides, I couldn't stop the bleeding. From the nose.

"Hey, hey, Ashley, seriously, are you okay? The cloth stuffed in my nose is stained with blood. Hemorrhagic disease? The sailors say the fruit works. Eat."

Isma looks like she's worried about me from the bottom of her heart in the face of the table.

He peels a lot of ripe citrus (kanji) from his hands.

Ashley can't stop crying because she's sorry.

"Well, I'm just a bad adult, not a bad guy --"

"Oh, my God, what's wrong? Come on, cheer up. Hey, Izma, I'm worried."

Oro Oro and Izma searched for a psychotropic (elixir).

"At least give me a reason. We're friends, aren't we? Talk to me. It's hard to look at you like that. I have a bear under my eyes. Hey, Ashley, Ashley."

The man in the world who should not be consulted was showing Ashle himself in tears.

Knowing that such a training ground existed in the world, Ashle's spine got cold.

"Holy Knight, are you all right?

I heard a voice, and a girl came into my sight.

It was Perla, a serviceman.

But it's like he said he liked Ashley.

"No... I can't. No, no, no, no."

"Knight, you seem to be following me"

Ashle was stiff when she was hugged in the head by an innocent looking girlfriend.

"That's it. Perla, be nice to him."

That's what Isma said without even tearing it up.

Ashley remembers the war.

It was a foretaste of something bad.

Perla said, peeking straight into Ashle's eyes.

"If I may, I will always comfort you."

The four-year-old dyed his cheeks and told him that, and Ashle felt something to put in.

Warm, salty, iron odor.

It is blood that runs backwards from the nose to the throat.

You, and Ashley threw up blood.

Wow, and the two screamed, and Isma rose.

It all started with an array.

Ashley recalls.

On the night of his encounter with Esperalgo's military vessel, Ashley engaged in sentinel service until dawn.

Ashley, a guest (Hinchaku), was not obliged to do so, but she voluntarily took action that she could not devour sleep in an emergency, having a "Shivnir" that, if she had to, could take precedence in an overwhelming long range.

Thanks to this, the ratings from the Knights of Catel Hospital increased even further.

It was naturally made known that he was a brave man who performed his sacramental duties and a man as much as Norman asked.

The problem is after that.

When I was wiping my body against the tide all night long with a well squeezed towel, even if I didn't call it a hot tub.

The dawn was shining from the gap in the curtain.

The door was knocked and Ashle responded defenselessly. Keep your upper body naked.

There was Ilis. Wow, Ashley was surprised.

But such things were a prelude.

There was Scion behind it. Uh, I was confused.

Then every time Ashle's brain tries to remember what happened, she sprays blood out of her nose.

It's a dream, and you can't even run away.

The two princesses meant it. I was unequivocally assured of my love.

I was told that I didn't have to choose or answer.

What, what is this, and Ashley reached the extreme of confusion.

It was equal to dust mustard (hives) before the wind, such as Ashle's determination earlier.

The two princesses took more transcendental, ultra-legislative action.

To overwhelming decisiveness and unity, Ashley was completely pushed away.

I accepted either that or two loves in front of each other.

Or at the same time...... no, I can't leave any more in the description.

I couldn't help but get the human engraving straight.

Not to the public.

By yourself.

Since then, Ashley has not refused to accept two princesses who take her every night or visit her by a time difference.

I can't resist the love of scratching my chest like a storm.

"Seriously, no man"

Ashley was going to spoil and take the imprisoned name that would probably be if she borrowed Isma's words.

It's just, I didn't do it anymore.

To my father, to my mother, under the Pope, to my childhood friend Cardinal Redamaria.

Even though it was an imagination, the cold gaze seemed to sting.

The whimper leaked (too).

"Well, that's a lot, Ashley. No, 'cause even no humans can live. He's alive. He's human."

Words carry tremendous persuasion when Isma, who is a truthless person, says:

However, a tremor came to the terrible conclusion that Ashle belonged to even lower ranks of Isma if he were to base himself on human matters.

"Are you okay?"

Cloudy vision with tears, suddenly, the face of a bitter running man popped in and Ashle was relieved for some reason.

It is Norman.

Ashle felt Norman, like a reliable brother who would bring himself back from this Keshikaran realm to the world of decent men.

The idea of whether or not the destination is a decent world does not lie with Ashley at this time.

What drowns also straws.

For straw, Norman was a long time ago.

"It can't be okay. Shit! Look, don't you see, there's a lot of Ashley!

"Let's just hold our noses. And then, it's frying pills."

Norman orders Perla to give him a prescription handily.

The bleeding stopped so long as I held my nose down.

Now, I was offered this, and the fried medicine, and Ashley slowly sipped it down with a strong scent.

"Hmm, after the battle at Ignace, it's like exercising intensely even though it's not perfect? There was a lot of alcohol in it, and the thoroughness in the meantime could have been a factor. I'm a lot tired. Does the mucous membrane feel weak? snail soup —— Gyotta would be nice. Perla, I want you to ask the kitchen."

said, yes, Perla blushed her cheeks for some reason and headed to the kitchen.

"? Why is Perla blushing?

"Oh, Gyotta is a Southern meal that eats predominantly at its weary autumn mouth from the height of summer... so-called nourishing... a little more frankly, male functional..."

"Me too, me too, you'll have it"

"Even though I'm not exhausted, if I consume too much... I don't know what happens?

I heard so much about the effect that I was terrified of what kind of meal the hell would come out of it, but what came out was pale vegetable and shellfish soup.

"That's good. You're a little bitter, aren't you, snail? Is this how it works?

"Well...... you should try the more it works. What do you say, Ashley?

"It's good,"

"I guess. The snails on Catel Island have different foods. It is like a native, high-quality vanilla and herb. It works."

I guess my body needed it. Ashley switched two cups.

Along the way, two princesses appeared in the dining room.

"You're eating something that looks good."

"A rolled shellfish soup? Unusual. I often hear of two shells."

Ilis sat next to Ashley, Zion next to Isma, opposite Ashley. No one could explain its efficacy to the two princesses ordering snail soup in succession. Terrible.

"Hmm, isn't it delicate flavoring? Good."

"Really. This is a snail. Softer and more elegant feel of the sawdust. Yum."

I started to say that I would eat it myself, with Norman and other liver fixtures. Or is this something called Park Min-Jen?

"All of them, me, shall I have them? Perla, I'm sorry, I need another plate. You want some too? Right, don't you want it? That's too bad."

In this way, a rather strange painting could be made of all the men and women surrounding the table eating nourishing food.

The strange sight unfolded that only the noise of silently peeling (mumbling) snail shells piled up in the gallows.

"Ha... what am I here to say? I wasn't supposed to be here for snails."

Norman twisted his neck.

"No, Farouche is an inland sea, but it's a hippo sea. I thought I could see some other ships."

Isma said, and that's it, Norman reacted.

Ship? and Isma tipped her little neck.

"Hi, that's odd. Not a single trade ship to the west has been encountered since Esperalgo's military ship. At this time of year, at least ten ships a day should be different if they fit big and small, but not one. And this came to pass earlier"

"The board? Oh, you're painting it. Green or alam on white paint. Still new. The outer wall of the ship? It has a name-- oh, it's aram...... ibn hu???? It's dead. I can't read it."

"Probably, Ibn Faries. The victor's son. flagship of the Osmadra advance fleet. I have record information. First Prince: Askariya Imrabetor aboard. But if the information is correct,"

"! No way, a naval battle took place?

"I don't know if it's the only way. However, the same degree of danger was very likely to be happening further east. I want everyone to be prepared."

Question! and Isma raised her hand with a serious face.

Go ahead, Norman points.

"Mr. Dashkamarier, chief of the Greater sect, archbishop of Catel Island? It wasn't in that prophecy, what happened this time?

It was a sharp question.

Norman looks at me like he's stuck.

"Dashkamarier's prophecy is pretty much middle, I've never taken it off. However, this time things were not in the prophecy. The longer the prophecy also lasts until it is fulfilled, the easier it is for sudden incidents to get pinched. Looking six months ahead should be precisely the limit."

"You mean someone moves, which pawns are the keystones of destiny can't be read through in the true sense? I see, I'm convinced. Maybe this move, it was caused by us."

Isma, who specializes in divination, grabbed the ship's fragments and said:

"Not to mention if the opponent was a" spindle "capable person or overload..."

"You mean literally, a spin out of the route? No, I get it. My fortune and reason go hand in hand. Well, I see."

Norman looked relieved at the unexpected emergence of an understander.

At this time, Ashley felt unexpected.

Norman, who hardly pushes anything doctrinal, finds out he cares about the Archbishop.

"That's Isma, let Omae divine. There are even pieces of the ship. Be precise."

"Oh, Mr. Isma's fortune, I'd like to see it. It's my ability to... find me missing."

Isma pushes both palms toward this side of the spectrum as a reminder from the two princesses.

Fair enough, the look.

"This Isma isn't a bluff when it comes to a request from two beautiful ladies."

But I can't.

I said it all the time. Booing flies from the princesses.

"I can't. I can't. You know, think about my race!

It's a dirt spider. If it's a ground connection event, if it's really recent, you can guess it pretty accurately! But here, it's separated by water.

The ocean. It's not negotiable. So... come on, come on!

If the divination cloth isn't connected to the ground and the divination event, you can't!

That's the rule, Kimari. "

Izma explained to the Gatekeepers as an expert.

It was convincing when I heard it. Although the princesses were swollen.

"Do you know which way it came from"

Theon looked at Norman and said.

Instead, Illis has the Spectacles record the characteristics of the fragments and the name of the ship.

"Pretty detailed. There are nautical charts and currents."

"Why don't you put out some scouts"

"Keeping the boat ahead, you mean? It's dangerous, but it's worth it."

"No, to sum up what I said earlier, it would be the" spindle "capability or overload that is involved, and also the owner of the ability to outdo it.

That being the case, no matter how powerful soldiers are in the ordinary man, he has no winning eye.

Anyway, the Closed Corridor is an area of common sense.

Then I could risk my precious life. This one's going. "

Damn, one bat appeared on the tabletop. It was hilarity.

The movement is dull because it is daytime. I'm sleepy.

Cute, and Iris screamed yellow.

Ashle felt Norman's face loose for a moment.

It was enough time to blink.

"This guy and I are in a link relationship. You'll get more than a hectic scourge."

Thus, Hilary flew away.