Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Fifteenth Night: The Curse of Love

When Norman and Isma, Ashley and Aska were in opposition to their respective enemies, Theon and Iris were also confronted with the fallen boy of Frama.

But with that too cute scream of "kuku," Iris saw Theon crouch in.

In his battle with the fallen children of the sloppy Frama, Iris knew all too well that if the presence of the finest night demon armed with the Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute" was on his side, would it be so comforting?

The blow of "Rose Absolute", carried out from the dancing sculpture of Scion, quickly buried a large crowd of pushing droppers away so that the incandescent blade melted the candy.

Even from a few scratches, the wounds inflicted on the fallen children by Rose Absolute instantly spread the wound, causing fatal injuries.

If you are a family member of God (Kenzoku), albeit an abandoned god, you probably have cursed resistance to most metals, and just steel was unlikely to make you suffer even scratches.

No, in fact, that's what Focus: Spectacles said with the eyeglasses snails that Illis equipped.

But the blade of the legendary weapon, Rose Absolute, overtook even its divinity and destroyed its enemies.

The two combinations that pushed Scion forward and Illis used the Spectacles to build a virtual map and move forward while deciphering enemy information, behavior, and formation were quite powerful.

Light strips tore the fog sky apart as we thrust through it that way.

It's Ashley, Sion says, and he rolls out the big moves as he responds.

- "Plasmatic Argent".

Rather, the blade of the Plasmatized Rose Absolute swirls around like a rose petal, dragging its surrounding enemies to the center and crushing them, so beautiful that they are struck in the chest even though it is a terrible widespread killing (snuggling) attack.

Also, the scent of a bright rose that aroused (kanki) before and after the attack knocked out the sweet milk odor of the droppers and made breathing easier.

In response, Ashle's light strip pierced the shade of the night.

Let's meet up.

"Let's merge!

Theon and Illis said at the same time.

The two fast-forward moves supported by the Spectacles, which find and record potential enemies and detect enemy formations, and the Rose Absolute, which has a breaking attack capability, should have known where to stop.

I was convinced that if I continued to rendezvous with Ashley, there would still be a winning chance for even the unidentified frama of identity and specialty.

And Zion fell upon his arrow.

No, I squatted in, to be exact.

Ku, along with the cute scream.

Iris rushed over in a hurry.

After releasing several major moves, the floating island, a collection of hull wreckage, is rocking up and down.

I wondered if the continuous moves of standing put a strain on me.

Iris' seen Scion, who rushed over, frowned and had the same sex girlfriend's fascinating look on her face.

Like a deer who lets go of his sword and trembles in fear with his armored arms on his own, dull.

"Got hit"

Sion's exhalation, saying so, was glossy and wet, wondering if it was because of her mind.

"The Hilarious one, he fell down"

Ashley's light strip blinded me.

Sion said, and Ilis breathed.

Hilary is a bat, so maybe he was hit by a charged atmosphere rather than vision, which is right, but it conveys the intent.

"To the sea?

A spiritual and qualitative link exists between the user demon and his master.

The danger of the user demon = Immediately, the danger to my husband's life, but I also knew that there was considerable damage and suffering.

By analogy, the quality of the pain is like being forced to peel off an adhesive wound.

But the state of Zion was not the same.

"Head. Hair. This feeling, the smell --"

Theon holds his mouth and turns away.

My whole body was cramped.

Armored arms in Hands of Glory desperately push the flesh around unrelated to the will.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Theon complained in a pressing voice.

So the situation swallowed up in Illis as well.

"Maybe you crashed into Ashley's?

Cocksucker, cocksucker, and Scion snorts to convey his consent.

Always calmly settled and patient Theon made himself stronger, crying.

Blood drew from the face of Illis.

Notice that the cause is on you.

Once, when Englis was still two women - Eunice, or Alma - or not long after it became a fusion of their lonely minds, they forced Ashle to do what was never and should not be forgiven.

Two Focus = Dextrus and Paragram, sacred relics, were used to launch Nerd into Ashley.

As the ideal king.

Furthermore, they, who wanted the king's wife, set Ashley up to seek only "ourselves".

It stuck to Ashley like a severe sequelae, and Ashley became a flesh that could not resist their temptations.

If what they thought they were carrying, Ashley would have been their ideal master and at the same time an obedient captive and fruitful.

It's a Nerd puppet.

Iris thinks it's a nauseating idea.

But at the same time, I was deeply sympathetic to the two women - to themselves as a result.

If that's how you can monopolize Ashley, if you can —— again, if you were stuck with the same option, you would still do the same.

My chest almost crumbled by my own inferiority, ugliness (minni) that makes me think so.

Of course, the same way Ashley is, and Iris can't help but ask for Ashley again.

In a sense, it was a curse of equivalence.

So the few days I solemnly proclaimed for Ashle's rest were like hell.

Just for one day, I just couldn't get him to touch me and I was going crazy.

My thoughts on Ashle stormed through my chest and my flesh was flirted with.

I learned that the more I embarrassed myself with too much, the worse my symptoms would get.

Tonight, I was on the same path, because I knew I couldn't bear to think that if I ever broke up, if I was the only one left.

Definitely going to die mad, because I knew it.

Iris is about to rip his chest open with his own shameless "twist" and shame.

And yet I can't stop asking.

I like Ashley.

The thought of romance and his desire as an exposition seemed to halt his overwhelming heart.

So, if the curse had worked perfectly and made Ashley the same body as herself, she would have thrown herself under its feet and sworn a slave for life.

That's all I could think of a way to make amends.

But as a result, the curse engraved on Ashley was less serious than Iris thought.

Because there was a maiden who took that curse of subjugation and obedience and reduced its effect.

Cionzafil Iote Berioni.

Grand Duke of the Night Devil: Her Royal Highness the Son of Scarbelli.

When the two of us first visited Ashley's room, Illis found that out.

The more limited the subject, the stronger the curse is.

When the subject is dispersed if the back is returned, the effect also diminishes.

The majority of the curses that were supposed to fall on Ashley had been transferred to Zion.

Theon was instead to bear the same suffering as Iris.

I was caught in a prison of love, romance and love.

What would happen if a Scion like that came into contact with the smell, body temperature and feel of a thinker after the same disconnect that Illis had tasted - the result was more obvious than seeing fire.

It's like being shackled and thrown into a jail filled with ecstasy stock.

The more I rise, the more I take ecstasy and infiltrate from my skin.

The Night Devil, as a race, has extremely strong resistance to poison and disease, but love captures the mind with passion, regardless of such resistance or otherwise.

No, rather, it could even have been fatal because of the high resistance to sloppiness and the lack of experience of being flirted with by them.

I don't know what to do, in the sense.

It's not like there's no way to curse it.

Iris had arrived at the equation independently.

He asked Isma questions about the spell of his hand and deepened his understanding while laying low to the jewels of things.

Isma was just the king of earthspiders who excelled in conspiracy counting.