Sanzen no Souru Supina

Your father, and Irisberda talk.

against your own womb.

Gently, while you rub it.

Time passes.

It's time for summer to end and fall is about to come.

It's time for you to come out, but not yet, no sign of that.

However, both mother and child are healthy themselves.

Ink from the Knights of Catel Hospital.

"" This way ”is special," said the archbishop who heads it: Dashkamarier.

Catel Island is a southern island, but the climate is pleasant.

The humidity is low, the wind always blows and rarely exceeds twenty-five degrees Celsius if shaded even in summer.

Winter chills aren't so severe either, to the extent that snow builds up in the mountain ridges (lees) that run through the center of the island.

An island where the ancient Agantilis celebrated the ideal home of the world.

Great environment for raising kids.

More than anything else, beautiful flowers bloom all year round.

Almonds in spring, lemons in early summer, now Bougainvillea.

The wind on this island is sweet (Dolce).

Because it always brings together the scent of flowers.

Just sniffing the wind calms my mind.

Is it because of that, I'm not anxious to say it's my first birth?

Dashkamarier, who has become close enough to be called his best friend, has no temper, besides being skilled in medicine and medicine, and always cares about Iris and his belly child.

It's one of the reasons for peace of mind.

And yet, there's no such thing as that human.

So, Illis scratches his stuck abdomen and talks.

To my child, whom I have yet to see.

A sign of his father's life.

Give me that medal.

Stories to tell...

At that time, all the humans who fought together watched every single thing that happened.

At a critical point, Ashle made a decision to prevent the outbreak of the Evil God, which was just before the collapse: the flesh of the Frama and the drifting temple under its influence - the "Bloom Tide", which began with the disappearance of the "Closed Corridor".

Dragon Spear: "Shivnir" and the energy flow emitted from it were used as detonators, at the same time as conductors, and as open valves for "spindle" energy that rammed around their own flesh.

Of course, it is an extra place for one human being.

No matter how protected the "Spindle" was, no matter how well you got a weapon comparable to the Holy Relic: the "Shivnir".

The price was his own life, no, the Soul itself.

That too rare a price made it possible.

God's point of view - if we were to speak in a so-called historical, mega-view perspective, it would have been a miracle that it was done with that degree of sacrifice, and it should have been called "Survival".

But for my comrades, it must have been enough to want to tear down and throw away the "heroic decision" and the five-letter history book.

Ashledau is dead.

The thoracic cavity was removed from the inside and burned.

Like a burning meteor, blowing up light from its tears as a blast stream.

The body danced through the universe.

He stood on the deck of a large ship that was forming the basis of a drifting temple as the incandescent "Shivnir" rotated, raising the flame.

The fire was quickly extended.

That's how much heat it was.

About a month later, it was unlikely that Shivnir was able to salvage from the same waters.

To his wounded companions, Isma and Iris rushed over, directing and directing the evacuation route.

If so, Illis wanted to rush to Ashley first.

But I didn't. I don't care that I couldn't do it.

The situation did not allow it.

The heat carried by the conductor's "Shivnir" shell was enough to bring the sea water to a boil.

More importantly, Isma, who really takes the reins of a leg sheep, would have wanted to do so.

Yet Izma gave priority to rescuing and rescuing his surviving companions.

Later, I didn't have a good reason. I think it's splendid.

It was a decision that there was nothing else I could do.

But that's why the Iris didn't know.

Follow the burning star, that there was a man who fell with it.

Princess of the Night Devil: Theonzafir took the wreckage of Ashledau, who had become a jerk.

Protect Yourself Dimensional Defensive Wall: Solved the Astral Concealment and stopped the Lost and Beloved Man.

It was more of an instinctive act.

Theon's body moved in an inability to remain properly conscious.

The appearance of the butterfly cocoon (Mayu) when it broke the coat was, however, alien.

It was the night demon's, Scion's love snail, brought out by the awesome (at best) end of Ashle's knight who threw himself to go beyond the end of past mythology, throwing himself to save the frama that was collapsing.

Love as a prison for the perpetual robbery in which the Night Devil was imprisoned - a monster as its incarnation - the identity of Zion.

It was crazy, if they told you, you would be right.

Whatever means you used, when asked if you wanted to help, you were right.

I see why Frama ended up with an evil god.

I really, really wanted to help.

You'd have looked like a bitch, wouldn't you? and Theon asks Ashle.

No, Ashley replies. Sweetheart, I just thought...

With so many repeated questions, the answer I've heard so many times, Theon cries every time.

I run away like a deception, but every time I get caught.

You can't run away. Never again.

The two fell.

It was protected by blue blossoms.

Holy Sword: The bushes of "Rose Absolute" didn't hurt Scion for some reason.

On the contrary, I kept protecting you both from the flames.

You can't hurt a sacred relic with just fire.

At the bottom of it, there were two of them.

There was a dying human knight and one pathetic beast that was caught up.

The beast looked like a woman.

Silver hands in an unbridled appearance.

Only that covering to her shoulders and the big crown worn to the top of her head were all of her outfits.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

From behind his red, wet lips, his saliva threaded and fell, and his sharp dog teeth stretched.

The woman was a night demon. He was the son of the Grand Duke of the Night Devil.

He was a pureblooded demon, which was brought into the blood of his true ancestors.

Cionzafil Iote Berioni Geiserlon.

He was a woman who lived the perpetual robbery, and was therefore eternally annoyed by the memory of his blood, and therefore determined to turn down the cursed raw of his compatriots, who could never escape from the madness that would eventually come.

Yet a woman's beloved man in front of her was about to be detained (like this) to death.

No, he was almost dead already.

I couldn't help you.

This was a situation that was medically judged to be complete death in this era.

The slight fire of life left in the flesh of a man who would not have been able to feel it, had it not been for Zion, the Night Demon, just before it burned out already.

No, there was a way.

I had a plan to help.

All you have to do is demonize a man at night.

That way, that'll help.

I can end up with a woman's servant, but I can live the same time.

Blurry, and hidden tears conveyed the woman's cheeks.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, and there was no voice, just breathing and crying.

I knew what to do.

I had no experience, but it was "Hiragana" burned by the devil's instincts at night.

There was no way she could have been mistaken, the direct line of her true ancestors.

It wasn't like breathing, it was like feeding, it wasn't like learning.

Yet, I was trembling.

beeping, and the roots of his teeth rang.

Women loved men too much. I was afraid to humiliate the man's raw.

I thought maybe we should let him die.

But I couldn't give up.

When I was left alone in a man's - world without an ashle, I was going crazy not knowing what would happen to me.

Theon remembered that fear for the first time in his life - the knight of "Rose Absolute": the day he lost Luggin.

I wanted time to think calmly.

I felt like I was going to make a mistake.

Of course, I didn't have time.

The man was already, almost dead.

Caught up, Theon buried his face in Ashle's neck in tears.

Still, barely, fangs touch the vessels where the raw remnants remain.

At that time, a left hand wrapped in armor accidentally searched for a knife that rolled away.

The robustness used by sailors is what makes them so sturdy.

Used to disconnect ropes.

Think of it, Theon had killed a man he loved before.

The man's sacred remains are now the interior of Hands of Glory, which wraps her arms.

The spiritual experiment allowed Theon to perform the Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute" while being the Night Demon.

If, in that temple at the foot of the Geiserlon mountain, the man: Luggin, literally stood up and gambled and didn't entrust me with Hands of Glory and Rose Absolute, Theon would have either already died or been exposed to endless torture in the basement of Yves Castle.

Oh, and Theon understands.

Right.

Do what you have to do.

I shook up the knife.

Pass the "spindle" through the blade.

Then I decided without hesitation.

My own peeling chest.

I broke my bones and tore them to my power.

And poured it on Ashle's torn chest (today).

There's nothing I can do about it.

Blood, meat, organs.

I tried to fall down and match the wounds.

Then I activated the Spindle again, using all of the remaining Will.

Genius: "Argent Flood" - it was the last move to give one's life to another.

It was on the bed that I woke up.

Ceiling on a bright white wall.

A tent with animals hidden in a grass patterned fabric sticks out over his head.

I wonder if he's dead, Ashley thinks.

The air smelled too good. This couldn't have been the ground.

I failed to get up.

I can't even get half my body up.

I looked at both arms for a moment. It's like a mummy man.

I called out to call someone but it didn't work.

Apparently the whole body was coated in bandages to see if this was still the case. The only sound I can make is a sarcastic painting called Phew Phew.

but there was a noise and someone came into the room.

When a strange nursing woman saw Ashle trying to move everything, she had it, she dropped her temper.

Wow, I heard a noise.

Then the woman popped out of the room with a voice not sure if it was a scream or a whisper.

Don't exaggerate, it's like the dead are back.

Ashley thinks.

"fu (no), fu (um)"

Ashle was puzzled by a state she couldn't help herself.

What the hell is going on here? My memories are confusing and I can't think together.

While I was doing that, it made me uncomfortable outside.

Somehow, the door itself was opened with a momentum that was about to blow, and the mummy man came in first.

Besides, mummy men don't have both arms.

Yet the chest plate was thick and close to two meters tall.

I hear the door was kicked open.

"You're back!

Getting resurrection certification from a mummy man is not something that much has happened in his lifetime.

Of course, Ashle at the time had no time or room to recognize such a rare experience.

The next woman in a different nursing outfit jumped in.

It looked familiar.

But she didn't give me the hippo Ashley calls her name.

He was embraced as he jumped, and Ashle was pressed in the valley of his abundant breasts.

She hugged Ashley full of strength.

Ashley doesn't have the means to resist.

The arm strength was not as great, but while desperate, the Ashle side did not move the limbs properly and the breast pressure was overwhelming.

Die, Ashley thought.

I was wary of the fear that I would be framed by the infinite loop of resurrection - crushing death - resurrection.

"If you don't do that, you'll die, Iris. Seriously. Because you're a real Leesal Weapon. Besides, it's a horrible specification for a man to have an instant death attribute... see, he's spasmodic."

A capable weather voice was Ashle's savior.

It was definitely Isma.

I wept. Live, Yokatta! I almost died again! It came with an instant death attribute! I don't know why, and Ashley cries.

Anyway, I wanted to hug them with my own hands.

I wanted to praise their struggle properly with my own skin and thank them for helping me out, not over this bandage.

Probably, and Ashley turned her arm around to show it.

The squeaky squeaky Ilis in tears is clinging.

Is it tears, then? Norman is looking up to heaven and chewing tears to death.

No, I haven't been able to kill him. The bandages get all wet.

Only Isma was laughing. Ashle turned her hand.

Untie me.

Isma twirled, turning her finger. Keep smiling.

I passed it on, Ashley thought.

Isma put that finger on her head. Aryou Crazy? pose.

No, it's not telling.

but Ashley sued.

Huh, and Isma sighed. Iris and Norman see Isma.

What to do, the air of the patrol.

"Uh, really, we should wait for Archbishop Dashkamarier to make his decision - come on. In the meantime, don't just take your hands off me. Just your right hand. I'll rewind it right away though."

Not knowing what it meant, Ashle protested against Isma.

"Ma, can you say that after you see that one?

So Ashley noticed.

that there is strength in Isma's laughter.

What, I thought, and at the same time, my whole body was getting hot and itchy violently.

I don't know what's going on, but I want it off fast.

It was tight because it was something that Illis would take off more carefully than he needed to.

I didn't know why I was crying.

I'm here, I wanted to stroke you.

And there was Ashley's hand.

Everyone except Ashley was peeling her eyes off.

Oh, you're surprised? and Ashley looked over at them all.

It did leave traces of burns.

But it would be due to proper and generous treatment and nursing.

A new organization is regenerating. My whole body is hot and itchy (itchy) because of it.

Ashle slowly made a clench with her right hand.

I didn't rely on it, but then the scratch was tight and it hurt slightly, but it moved.

There are no abnormalities in the bones either.

You'll be able to move quickly.

Hmm silly, and Isma rushes over, and Norman exercises his alien powers (!), I tried to bounce off the face part of my bandage and stripped it off.

The face covered with ointment (like this) was still distorted by the marks of burns.

It was the norm to fix it in stages, from a terrible place, because healing using alien powers demanded a large price from the capable.

Not even a superior ability can exercise it many times a day.

I guess the severe pain runs. Compared to Norman, who distorted his face, and how his wound was, Ashley was also very anxious.

Ilis led Ashle's palm to his cheek, and it's a miracle, he snapped.

Then Ashley was stripped with fierce speed.

It's not just for Illis.

Isma wraps the bandage with her blood-running eyes, and she is horror through laughter.

When his mouth approached Norman, who had stripped Arman for treatment, he was about to scream.

What is this? What is this? Ashley screamed as he peeled.

And once again everyone glanced at Ashle naked, who had become what she was born to be.

"E, etsy"

Somehow I got a voice like a maiden.

Perhaps a habit imprinted in childhood isn't like fixing it and fixing it.

Regardless of the groin, there is no longer sex (sausage) to hide the chest.

I'm dying of embarrassment.

No, it's not about me exposing myself to nakedness, it's about seeing too many maiden reactions.

Plus, I'm glad I didn't know that the reaction was somewhere similar to Isma's.

But as someone in the public eye, I didn't care about that.

"And I can't believe it."

"He wants a plug. It's healing."

"The right hand should have been superficially carbide..."

Ahhh, and Ashley spoke out. Testing the vocal cords.

I didn't think the first voice of survival was such a shameful line though.

Then I tried to return a commonsense greeting, which I had come up with a lot of ideas but which was not obvious.

"Good morning,"

The gaze of everyone as seen even in cross-dimensional organisms remained unchanged.

"Dead, I thought"

I thought he was dead.

Comfort, urine and hunger struck at the same time and Ashley took action to fulfill her desires in turn.

There was also confusion when the guards came out to report that a man with a pair of underwear was wandering around the infirmary.

Ashley couldn't have stopped when she was told to.

It is an emergency (emergency).

When I found the right place, I added something.

I wondered if something had gone wrong.

I was surprised to understand that everything was blacker and that it was dead blood.

Out of all things came hunger and thirst this time.

I got in the dining room.

Get dressed, of course, along with your friends.

This must have been an emergency, too, but with different priorities.

I ate uncontrollably.

Everything felt good, and it was actually good.

Beginning in the porridge of the special peas of the United Kingdom, bread, dark red wine, cheese, egg dishes, ham and cheese, a pile of Luccola and Cervatica salad, boiled white fish (Lesso), the main meat is luxuriously cut into two pieces of bovine rib stewed red wine.

Ashley showed an appetite that could only be described as healthy, which frightened Isma.

"Wake up, Ma, and eat well. Your stomach's gonna turn upside down, okay?

Isma said in half impressed and half frightened.

"I'm kind of hungry from the edge of eating. Looks like he's looking for more and more building materials to help his body recover."

"Oh, well, you're probably right."

Thank you, and Ashley suddenly bowed her head.

Ah? and Isma reacted. It means I don't know what it means.

"Also, I got help"

"It's tight, Ashley. You saved everyone this time, didn't you? It wasn't just us, it was disciplined to believe in our survival and stopped us in that watershed, the lives of the sailors, including the Knights of Catel Hospital, the captain of Epolar, and then the convoy of Alam who was also here to rescue Princess Asuka = the Sand Lion Brigade, all of it."

"I have no memory at all."

Ha, and Isma sighed.

"You know, I'm telling you, I acted like I was in a history book!

Even though both Alam and Katel were enemies, there was not a single ship in that waters that took hostilities.

To help us, the two forces that have been at war because of differences in doctrine have united in a rescue effort.

It's a historic event! You know why?

We all watched the heroes risk their lives to save the world caught up in the frama and its collapse.

The Spindle passed on the sea water, and it was widely communicated as a vision!

At that time, people felt everything by the drifting temple.

"You've taken the cause and effect."

You took the end of that pathetic Frama, Aigis and the Knight: Ze No story.

"You made a big loan to the world. Tense your chest and lend so much that no one can complain about it even if you go to take it away!

"... at all, I can't remember"

Ah, and Izma moaned and showed it.

"Out you go. Ah, whatever title you want. If you suck, the country will be interested, right? That's the level of work I was doing!

You don't have anything? That kind of libido!

"The heroic desire! The rewarding desire!

Huh! and Isma's hands absurd her voice is a dirty (twitchy) move that is invisible.

Gyu, and a frog in Ashley's stomach, watered Isma's agitation.

"In the meantime, do you mind?

"Iris, your husband says it's your turn! Feed him, feed him, feed him his beloved wife's hand cooking! You should not hesitate to eat Ashley! Fat as a pig with that, but yip!

Izma said in a weird curse pose, and Ilis brought a plate with him laughing as he creaked.

It's a great spare rib for deep dishes. It is an assortment like a tattoo cartoon.

But Ashley had a good sole.

I had an appetite for Russia, and it took me to try. It's a clue.

Iris stares at Ashley like that all over again.

Isma took only one bottle from there and said, mumbling.

Well-boiled boar meat is good to go away from.

"Well, if you want to thank me, why don't you give it to Illis? Even I had trouble sleeping because of your habit of nursing.

And look after Ashley, it's all her, isn't it?

The Archbishop was impressed. I'm not going to be as dedicated as I am. "

Ashley looked down on the flesh.

It was an unlikely disrespectful reaction as an ashle, but he was too hungry and the meat was too good.

"That's okay. And, you know, even I needed it..."

"So why are you blushing?

Ashley also agreed to Isma's scratch.

Keep the meat rolled. With a puppy-like face for a treat.

Pompous, pompous, and smiling, Iris punched the two men in the head.

It was such a power.

I'm leaving for the kitchen so I can run away.

"Oh, I don't know!

Ashley also agreed to Isma's cry.

Eating silently and heartlessly.

"Uh, no, this, from Princess Aska"

Isma gave Ashle a ring twisted from her chest concealed into a cloth.

Ashley was finally satisfied after she had laid all the contents of that plate on her stomach and dried the rest of the sauce into a crisp beauty with bread.

He is now drinking a dark wine that is a specialty of the island.

On the palm Ashle offered, shrugged, and it was heavy.

"The pedestal is pure gold. The stone that's in it is a large emerald. The gold on the bottom is the seal of Alam Ra.

Due to its production age and name, it belongs to the royal family of the Osmadra Empire. Only a king or a son is allowed to inherit. "

"What's that?

Wine-drinking hands solidified in an instant.

"You know women don't have the right to inherit the throne in the nation of Alam, do you? Yet the princess had the royal proof.... Isn't that weird?

The Osmadra Empire, now the Great: only one son of Osmahim.

"First Prince: Askariya Imrabetor"

"Ah, Aska...... rear?

Ashle almost flipped backwards.

"Oh, I knew you didn't notice?

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Isma noticed?

"Oh, no, that's... unknown reward."

Even in front of Isma, who blushed and turned that way, Ashle's movement did not subside.

A slender and heavy royal ring tells us this is a reality.

"What is this..."

"It's a testament to being reunited in Aramaic territory one day," he said?

What do you think, it's an application for marriage, right?

Of abandonment.

I saw Ashley with Isma's dead fishy eyes.

"How much, what shall we do?"

"Sa. And that wrap, handkerchief, because of her."

Isma eared at Ashley, turning to look like that.

This is a realization only a man can understand.

Buh, Ashley sprayed the wine on the face of that izma.

Whippy, and Isma caught his eye, but Ashley was not the other way around.

He then tries to wipe his mouth with an example handkerchief, and moves even harder.

"Oh, no, no, no, this is..."

"Ah, Ashley, heh, two normal minds. No, seriously, calm down. I know how you feel, but you said you could be me."

In common sense at the time, the handkerchief should be treated to the same classification as skin wear - that is, underwear - and it was often understood that being sent from the opposite sex was both permissible and synonymous with skin.

Nobility, the more royalty you become, the more this trend intensifies.

Ashley's movement would also be a story of convergence if it was explained that the ring was sent wrapped in underwear.

As proof of that, the handkerchief smelled of leftovers of Asuka - a smear.

As soon as I do, the naked Asuka I saw that day spreads all over my brain.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

"It's moving like a hen, Ashley. Relax, relax, okay, okay."

I laid my hands on the wine goblet to calm down, but my hands shake and it doesn't work.

"In the meantime, I'm keeping it a secret from the women!

Ashle thanked Isma for her measure, and she gave it to her chest.

With agitation that this might be a schematic like a husband and a bad friend trying to hide evidence of an affair.

"Ashley, how about Dolce?

Iris looked out of the kitchen at the same time as I had measured.

Safe Safe, and Isma made a strange gesture, but that seemed to be recognised as nature instead of the usual.

I see, Ashley learns that the day to day act is important.

"Or Cahua (coffee), I wonder if I can get it"

"Of course. You get excited."

Dropping off Illis, who pulled into the kitchen, Ashley sighed in relief.

"That's right, Izma, a little more, at Frama's drifting temple, can I ask you something? I know we all helped, but then, apparently, I took on the cause and effect of that story, but what happened then and what was about to happen"

Ashle confronted Isma positively so as to shake off the upset.

Yeah, and Isma seemed to change her mind, too.

Makes a serious face.

I looked left and right and lurked my voice.

"In conclusion, Frama's drifting temple - in other words, a plot was underway to destroy the worldview itself by using the curse practiced with a mythical snatch against Frama as a circuit, the" twist "as stored energy as an explosive, and the" spindle "energy emitted by you and your heroes as a detonator"

"Destroy the worldview itself?

"" Bloom Tide "- fiction outweighs reality, and there's a hole in the world itself. And put that hole in the aisle, they show up..."

"Passage"? Bloomtide?

Isma, I guess, is going to be speaking to me as easily and understandably as she can, but I can only be confused by the words that come out early in the arrow succession, as well as by the fact that Ashley is just as good.

Second, it smelled good in Cahua.

Soon, there was quite an Illis.

"I'd like to ask again, too."

Okay, said Iris as he placed the Aram-style vessel with the confectionery on it.

I'll try my best, Isma nodded.

Confectionery was also an Iris specialty, a bittersweet flavor that reminded Eunice to Ashley.

It's a mixture of almond powder in flour, and it shoots custard cream inside the skin.

Powdered sugar mixed with white pepper is soaked to the finish.

It was Eunice's ingenuity to make it about half the size of this finish and the richetta in the other house, which was naturally taken care of by Iris as well.

The skin to filling ratio is the best instead of doubling the effort, and they eat as much as they want.

I even used chocolate on the skin today, and it was mixed.

So the contrast between white and black is beautiful.

Chocolate in powdered sugar. This is a lot of excitement - it's luxury.

Speaking of sweetness spoken by the common people in the coastal area of the Farouche Sea, it was a time when powder made from a sheath of beans called Kaluba (Inagomame) was used.

Delicious, Ashley thought.

Ilis blushed his cheeks, Isma said hello, and then, he turned to the face.

A rarely conceived, roundabout attitude.

The fingertips and gaze, which were wandering (sama), probably because of their confusion, overlapped with the things of Ashle and Iris, and stopped.

Should I say I stepped on it, or gave up?

Isma started talking.

"Well, let's start with the premise that the reality of what we're talking about, the snail of this world,"

Saying, Izma moved the vessel with the example confectionery in front of her.

The vessel was a high-floor type with a single column connected between the top and bottom plates - in short, a snail that overthrew the H of the alphabet.

From among the confectionery served there, Izma handily selected only those of mixed skin of chocolate, collected and dispensed in a plate on the lower side.

"To put it very bluntly, this is the snail of a world with me, Ashley and Illis right now."

Tickled, and Ashley, Illis blinked.

Yeah, well, I guess so, Isma nodded and continued.

"The phase we usually see (aspect) is the side of this lower section. The black-skinned treats present real-life events.

Let's say this is Ashley, Iris, Bocchan. "

Izma stuck a thin pin to each of them to see where he had taken it from.

Carefully there is a small cloth with different colors on the end.

Ashley is blue, Illis is white, Isma is red.

"But in fact, there is another, much like, but idealized and playful, dream-like world overlapping on top of our reality.

Normally, I'm not conscious, but it's always working for me and at the same time, I'm working over there. That's this. "

Isma went to the plate on the upper side with her fingers crossed the strut, and said, pointing to the confetti on the white side put there.

An idealized and playful (calibrated) world, Iris reacted to the place.

After all, is that from that dark night at Ignace, when it became its running dog (so) and pushed its ideals on Ashle?

"Is that like“ ideal home ”? God's message, like the kingdom of heaven?

Isma smiled back at her, asking roughly.

"Haha, that's a good thing, Illis. True, even if it's like" Dream, "it could be. There indeed, everything seems pure, idealized and useless"

"A spiritual place, you mean?

"Yeah, you might be able to say that in a way. where we left physical constraints and were pursued for ideals, in the sense that"

Let's call this a "garden."

Answering Ashley's question, Isma said.

"But this layer = (garden) is neither the ideal home nor the spiritual world. Built and forgotten by someone, it's the likeness of the ideal home - the Projection.

To see, to listen, to smell, to touch, to taste, but for the most part, not there, Ma Blur "

"You mean to see, to listen, to smell, to touch, to taste, but for the most part, it's not there - like the Overlords' Projection?

"Ashledaw...... Again, you are amazing"

Isma sends an unstinting praise to Ashley.

Gran and Frama, Ashle's allegations relative to the two-pillar overload in a very short period of time referred to Zubali and conviction.

"Could my Spectacles be connected to that Garden, too?

"What makes you think that?

"Isma, I was just saying. He said it was affecting him, just as it was affecting him.

I wonder if the vast amount of knowledge contained in these glasses - Spectacles - is stored in the Garden using column-like places that connect the two layers.

Knowledge in a place like a library in heaven, I thought I was referring to it.

Besides... you need an "ex” to idealize and play "

Sharp insight eyes were revealed by Iris.

Already the personality, albeit transformed by Ashle's childhood friend: fusion with Eunice, Armastella, once a proud talent of the Pope's Office of Extram, whose qualities were still handed down.

"Are you... geniuses"

Isma's voice to say so didn't have that usual light tone.

He spoke in a truthful voice, twisting his throat and squeezing out the air in his lungs.

Ashley knows this Isma.

First on the saddle of the forcible army, in dreams, and second, in the dark way to the tomb of the Royal Ignace.

Isma always seems to suffer when she tells the truth.

That's not unrelated to the worldview he talks about right now. Ashley thinks.

"That day, in that drifting temple, that day when Ashley, you defended the world at a great price, what was going on behind it, in short, is something like this"

Izma pinched one, white treat, from the top plate and moved it down the side.

And to create a space to put it on, they drove the black-skinned confectionery that was fitted with a red cloth = showing Isma off the plate.

"You know what that means?

"The Garden's Projection... pushed reality..."

Exactly, Isma said. That's exactly what he said.

"An idealized" projection "on the" garden "called" The Nerd "- for example, circuiting the myth - from top to bottom, descending. That's the phenomenon I was about to wake up that day. Worldview breaks, I mean..."

Expressing his own assumptions, Ashle felt his whole body gross.

"No way, no way, that's..."

I wanted to deny it. I was wondering if there was such a stupid thing.

"Replacing Reality with Ideal... Is That What Bloom Tide Says"

And I got to the natural question.

"Who, for what? Why would you do that?! No one wants that!! There's no way I can trade material for something that I don't know whose ideal it is and the world as a reality!

Ashley couldn't help but notice her own words in the colour of the stuffing.

"Is it a conspiracy? Are these the thoughts of the people who nest in the Garden? Even the overlords treat them as if they were sacrifices of price… what do they want?"

There was too much to ask.

Why, why, is there such a thing as a "garden"?

Built by someone, Isma said.

Then when, for what, did you make something like that?

Why is something like that going wild?

I wanted someone to eat it.

Isma did not answer and stared back at Ashle.

How can you not answer me? Ashley remembered being annoyed.

I wanted you to deny it.

The terrible reasoning that is in you, Isma.

Ashley was scared.

Enemy to sit at the heart of that reasoning - "evil" - in its absence.

A World Built as a "Projection" of the “Ideal Home": Whoever, whatever the fruit of the thought, now knows who wants to intervene and intrude from it - Ashley knows.

Ashley, confronted by a two-pillar overload, knows it.

I've been desperately distracted - I didn't want to get to that conclusion.

So I deflected my argument.

Unconsciously. Unconsciously.

"For that matter, just for that matter, that you made that human, that you made the Frama - like that!

Ashle couldn't help but notice that he was replacing his obsessed disgust and chills with nearby anger and hitting it on Isma.

Illis compares the grate to the two.

The gaze of the people in the dining room gathered.

Izma broke off the story, not answering one thing about the words that had been bumped from Ashley.

Lie down, breathe small.

"Ashley... that's all I'm talking about. I can't talk to you anymore. You should restore your health already. Don't be short-circuited."

It was then that Ashley finally realized.

to the fact that there was a surprisingly ball-like sweat on Isma's forehead.

That Isma had endured some kind of "Hiragana".

"Well, I'm gonna hit the wind a little bit. This place... has too many eyes"

Saying, Ashle took Isma's hand, which fluttered and rose.

Let me ask you one thing.

I don't know, Isma answered casually.

In retrospect, it was Isma's full care, kindness.

"That night at the Drifting Temple, the ones who woke up in Bloom Tide and tried to come from the Garden - does that have anything to do with the" look I'll never forget "you told me about before? Even after we walked away from it, we kept it, and we kept playing it."

At that time, Ashle will never forget the look on Isma's face.

Yes, Isma said.

He said he was my enemy.

"That's their name."

"My Lord."

When he shrugged back at the parrot, Ashle's body shivered with chills.