Sanzen no Souru Supina

The breath is white in the bottom-cold training area.

Ashley weighs the interval carefully to avoid being taken by the laid sand.

Practice clothes are dirty with sweat and the sand that adheres there. I don't feel cold.

Instead, the hot air is rising from the whole body.

Ashley gets her breathing ready.

Relative Scion's torso, by contrast, is all the more so.

Calm, can't even confirm the exhalation well.

You're on soft sand, but you don't even leave that footprint.

It's natural, but I can't find a gap anywhere in its appearance.

Relative in this way, all the agony (seemingly) recruits.

Ashle dared never to tackle Zion with her will.

Of course I don't call.

It's only when you're so dumb to do that, or when you pay cowardice (today) on the battlefield.

It was a meeting point. Super low altitude tackle aiming down from the opponent's hips.

To Theon's eyes, for a moment, Ashle must have seemed to have vanished.

The disease whilst Ashley captures Scion.

I touched Theon's body, it was the moment I thought.

It was as if the feathers naturally swallowed the slaughter, fluttering, and Shion's body spinning off Ashle's path.

It was supposed to be a good time.

In the next moment he was paid his legs, and Ashle stuck him out of his head into the sand.

Thanks to this, I bit sand in my mouth.

I lean on my back as I spit it out.

Hot, hard to breathe.

And upon his belly fell a soft thing.

It is Scion.

Because it is the flesh of a forged saint, I did not enjoy it much, but it would have been quite embarrassing to have a gallery around.

"Oh yeah, martial arts grades, weren't they very good?

Theon said to the outskirts.

"Gu.... how do you know?

"Too honest. Running is more important when fighting with bare hands just because you can't afford it. This is exactly what vain is about."

"I admit my grades were bad, but I don't understand how Scion moves. I thought I caught you earlier."

"Fighting makes a difference in body (taku). That is the theory, and also the truth that cannot be overridden on one side. But there are techniques that can overshadow that logic by understanding power and its flow."

And every Zion turned his palm toward heaven, and let it leap like a feather falling down.

"Even feathers and cotton wool would be? If I try to grasp it by force, I run away. It's easier to grasp him gently with your hands. That's what I mean sometimes."

Female hearts are deceiving too. tickled, and Theon laughed on Ashle's belly.

"Sometimes I take it directly from the front. In that case, I'm going to change direction with my hands on the flow."

"Something tells me the same thing about Norman before... I know the logic, but as for the side going, I don't know what to do"

"The rush is in the act. I know how you feel."

Is this about Illis? And Theon said it out of the blue.

Yeah, and Ashley has no choice but to answer vaguely.

Ashle was seriously wounded dying about a month and a half ago.

Long ago, he played the evil god that should have been abandoned at the eastern end of the Farouche Sea: the death fight against the Frama, the result.

No, if the Night Princess of the Devil lecturing Ashley now on her belly: if Zion hadn't broken her chest and given her that organ, Ashley would have been completely dead.

When the battle was settled, Ashley's right arm carburized, his chest literally wore off, and his heart wiped out.

Theon gave his life to Ashley by wielding the power of a powerful alien, not sparing his own peril.

If it were Zion, the daughter of the true ancestors of the Night Devil, there would have been a much safer and surer means of keeping him alive as a servant by sipping (soothing) the blood of the dying Ashle.

Thanks to this, Ashle did not fall into the servant of the devil at night, but survived from the brink of desperate death.

Most importantly, it was regenerated as a half demon.

No longer, Ashley is humanity in the right sense.

To the evidence, the flesh, which was dying, was in full swing in only three weeks.

Still, if you spend so much time as an injured or sick person, the battle contrivance will surely dull.

The knights and warriors have no spare time for day and night training, not least to show the people its existential significance.

Like all professions, combat skills are also a delicate substitute for rust if left alone.

An unmistakable workout is the same as taking care of a tool.

It doesn't matter if you're a "spindle" capable person.

So Ashley has spent over the past month grinding back dull flesh.

Because "Focus" cannot be used in training without, the menu of horseback riding, combat techniques, and exploratory rows using the city at night for climbing was Ashley's routine.

Theon tried to help me with that opponent.

Usually, Ashle, who had all the impressions of Scion peddling the Sacred Sword: "Rose Absolute" and devastating enemy forces by powerful ranged attacks, found out in the past month that she was terribly proficient in every other tactic of warfare.

Only in equestrianism, to the extent that Ashley beats only slightly.

It's also horse-loving: I'm aware that it's because of Vitrion, so Dragon Spear: "Shivnir" and Holy Shield: Without "Blanvel," Ashle has little chance of beating this poor princess.

"Every time that happens, the year is different. Don't be so depressed. The weight of more than four hundred years of raw, and night-time demon history is on the belly. It's not easy for you to win."

"Shit. I don't feel like winning at all."

Ashle shared her honest thoughts as she breathed on her shoulders.

Theon said it was only a matter of time, but Ashle is, of course, discerning that it is not.

Every technology is an irresistible pile of training.

It's a distracting crystal of time investment.

There is no defeated remorse, but not so much in front of pure respect.

Indeed, Scion's taste belonged to Heaven.

But Theon has been polishing it for a long time.

I don't think Ashley is a hard-working genius.

Of course, I don't know that I'm the one who's seen as a "genius of different standards" in the world.

"Ashle," Zion on his belly dyed his cheeks for some reason, turning that way and calling.

"Hmm? What are you doing?

"That's right, too much favor and respect, my chest hurts. Don't think too much of me. I'm losing my peace."

Yes, Ashley understood.

Since their survival from dying, Ashle and Zion have shared their hearts.

It's impossible to think of normally, but extreme alienation, the Spindle, has awakened. It sometimes attracts that unlikely miracle as a time.

Dimensional torsional dipolymers, Isma explained.

I twisted the hippo of intercession and it was a pretty specific lecture, but to be honest, it's refreshing to Ashley.

But there were things that I could clearly see.

That means that since that day, a paranormal link has been created between Ashle and Zion.

I can read the thoughts, but the emotional movements of each other are communicated to the other.

Touching each other like this was all the more so.

"Oh, sorry."

Ashle panicked, and Zion lifted his hips.

Keep your face to yourself, and yet your hands are offered silently.

Ashle shook the hand.

Do you care? It was pompous and warm.

"Until just now, the whole Iris thing would have caught on your mind, wouldn't it?

Theon asked again as he helped Ashley up. It was a picture star.

For the most part, Ashley honestly admitted as well.

"It looked terribly spicy. And yet I can't believe I can't even stay by my side and do it"

"There is only one. I don't know if my symptoms get worse when I'm around. Besides, don't give me too much advice. That's because it's not a disease. Rather, congratulations, huh?

Yeah, and Ashley nods.

Right, I snapped. To convince myself.

"Father... clearly, I don't feel anything."

That won't be possible either, Sion thinks.

"It" as a consequence (...) arising between Ashley and Illis is not, in fact, due to Ashley's "will" in the true sense.

It all arose from the use of two sacred relics in the bottom of that Ignache land by two daughters, who became one as Illis, and shot them into Ashle.

Ashley was only manipulated by the Nerd.

So it couldn't have been possible to affirm that "it" as a phenomenon that arose between the two was the result of a contract between a man and a woman (...), in a normally conceivable sense.

It was more unnatural to assume that the result (...) caused by the "twist" injected by "Dextrus" would fall within the bounds of common sense, so that the "spindle" energy worked out by the capable person would allow the paranormal work through "focus".

It disguised a snail in the business of life - something that should have been considered a transcendental bond.

In the first place, we don't even know if we can define life and it.

Nevertheless, despite this, Ashley intends to accept it as her own responsibility.

It is the manifestation of Ashle's "will" that a father means - swallowing all responsibility as his own.

Because he's such a man, Theon loves him, and even Sushi wants to lighten his load.

So slap a light mouth.

"That you look like a child and are a colorist at all? Besides, let the other woman fall to the point where she can't live without it... not to say she doesn't remember?

With a glossy grin on Zion's lips, Ashle twitches.

Nothing would have been more upsetting if the relationship between Ashley, Iris, and Zion had been normal.

But you panic because you don't.

Ashley is in the company of the princess of the devil and Iris, their wives and concubines, this beautiful night.

"... after all, I'm sending a crematorium"

As he remembers how he has been, Ashley is attacked by troubles (oozing) and boredom (soldering).

It is not a noise of infidelity.

Ashley thinks there's only one way to blame for the untruthfulness and tear them apart, but both Zion and Illis like Ashley, seriously.

That's true when it comes to running out of manhood, but it was also true that that is honestly an unacceptable assessment.

It's only natural that the vast majority of women, and of course men, get bullied.

However, some people get lost in such a mystery as to where they went wrong.

Life is not divisible by right or wrong, by evil or holiness.

I wanted to believe that there was no, Ashley.

"So did you announce your engagement?

"Yeah, I told Archbishop Dashkamarier and Norman. I know Isma, and although I would if I were asked to inform my surroundings,"

The special nature of Ashley's relationship with Zion, and with Iris - I don't know if I can say proof of that, but Zion, who was in the stomach until just now, would normally be somewhere mad at jealousy and hatred, and on the contrary, even praised Ashley's decision.

If we put our hands together, we can't lie to each other because it conveys emotional movements.

I meant it with all due respect.

"What's the ceremony?

"I'm going to mention it as soon as the Ilis' capacity settles. It calms you down when you're in the stabilisation phase... it should be, right?

"Of, I suppose. Usually. I don't know much about the human child."

Poles for bonfires and lighting are available in all corners of the training ground.

But that's to the point of rest.

Snow flakes fell from the lighting windows of the practice field, which were made by creeping through the rocky mountains.

Ashley noticed it and clasped his hands.

Bright white it descends on Ashle's upbeat palms and just happens to melt away.

A faint drop.

"Usually, huh?"

Ashle's crush included some unspeakable anxiety.

Even if you're pushing it into the shackles of a strong will, it leaks, for real.

You mean Dextras and Paragram.

Theon describes Ashle's anxiety.

I think we should let him spit it out.

Without those who share and empathize with the anxiety that lies within its breasts, no matter how tough the spiritual bearer crumbles.

Ashley is more the bearer of a supple heart than a strong one, like a willow branch, but still has limits.

So I put it into words first.

I know, I'll let you know. It's Theon's concern.

Yeah, and Ashley took the lead again.

"In the demise of the kingdom of Ignache, its royal tomb, I was shot in the Nerd. The vessel that accumulates the Nerd: It was filled in the paragraph, and it was poured into this body by the cutting-edge of the Nerd: Dextrus.

By the action of countless people, I was about to mutate into something that wasn't me. "

And there's nothing else that forced Ashley to do that - the Iris himself - and now he's losing his memory of it.

With the exception of Ashley, Theon knows all about it, he's just one person.

"as a king who may override his destiny."

"as the father of a being who can guide and deliver people."

Before losing his memory, Illis - Princess: Alma and Childhood Friends: Remaining Memory as a Fusion of Eunice - made a deal with Ashle for it.

To create a "Savior" in this cruel world.

To change what can't be changed.

To transform this world.

"Both" Dextrus "and" Paragram "were so powerful" Focus "that they were too powerful.

That's when I was dumped in a delicious amount of "twist" vessel.

That was a mighty Hiraki.

Exactly, "Chichi" enough that fate could even be twisted.

Because I don't think the child that Ilis lived in had anything to do with that night. It can't be irrelevant "

I assure you, Theon looked straight at Ashley.

"Not everything in Nerd leans to the worse, is it?

"The Nerd and Scion - you and Isma have been fighting for hundreds of years. Why?"

It comes true only by unconditionally, indefinitely - so what the hell does a "twist" that causes someone to carry that twist do with it?

What do you push to accomplish Nerd?

Isn't it because both Theon and Isma know with their own hands?

Yes, Ashley asked.

But Theon did not answer.

I noticed Ashley.

He swallowed up the possibility that in some cases he had to frighten the lives of those who lived in England as “enemies" without being able to speak.

I just smiled quietly. Ashley thought it was a sad grin.

"I'm sorry. I said rest."

"That's okay. It's also my responsibility to talk about Illis. So I make Illis my lifelong companion. Whatever the outcome, take it straight from the front. And if you have to..."

Theon's fingertips stopped Ashle's lips with determination in her mouth.

It was a sign, "It's good when that thing comes."

"Shut up. But I will be with you then. Then we'll fight together. Even if the other person would be destiny itself. Until the end."

Theon's deep purple eyes peeked into Ashley's clouds.

"Let's get to where we can get to."

And it's hard for you to forget, but I'm the one who took half of the "Nerd" that was poured on me.

It would be to cheer up Ashley.

With his chest stretched and a clear grinning snail on Zion's lips, Ashle tried to bring it closer to herself so that she could be sucked in.

It was then.

"I'm coming - I'm coming - I'll be with you, princess"

The door behind me opened and Isma came in at a relaxing pace.

Ha, and Theon sighed and looked back.

"Hmm? What did you do? You two practicing martial arts? Sleeping skills? You two practicing sleeping together? - I can't do it. - Erotic. Nah, after I tried to say that!

For the record, Izma knows the relationship between Iris and Ashley, but not that Theon and Ashley are compassionate.

On the contrary, Isma can't wait to publicly declare that she blindly loves Zion without changing her phase.

Knowing that it is a dimensional torsional diploid of the matter, I assure you that it will not change, so much so that it is a man through the suzi that it passes too far in the sense of tail consistency.

"Ma, when I look at Ashley, it feels like she's too one-sided to talk to me ~"

"I've come to the right place"

Theon said in a bar reading.

The frustration that got in the way of his mouth with Ashle is all over the edge of the word, but Isma doesn't even notice it.

I took the meaning of the word as it came to a good place, and further widened my light smile.

"Right, Nice, right? Me, you don't mean the wrong time, do you? Berry, nice timing, isn't it?

Nice. Nice, Berry. Nice.

"Wait a minute - I'll get dressed. Your opponent, I'll change. I knew it, Ashley. I don't have a princess yet."

With tremendous momentum and mistaken, Izma went to change into archaic clothes when she gave Shion the letter she had in her hand.

"Shut up, you got caught."

Finish it off and drop it off later.

Ashle said so, silently weaving a fur coat on Zion's shoulder.

Ashley redeemed it from Zion, made of crotene fur that it was sent from the far north and further north of the Obsidian Sea.

This one with a particularly soft hair on the collar (Erito) is made of white hair and somewhere reminds me of Hilari, the demon of Scion.

I sent Iris something with a reversed color distribution.

Different bird feathers are used in the decoration, coloring Scion like its incarnation.

"Isma will deal with me."

"Practice enthusiasm"

"You can't use" Shivnir "in downtown or densely populated areas. Not even for secrets at all. Flashing and roaring like thunder makes me wonder where I am.

It's not necessarily that the enemy chooses a point of engagement (engagement point) in our favor. Rather, the opposite can be much better.

In the meantime, I found out at a drifting temple in Frama.

Especially now that we're in the lurking of our questioners. We need to learn how to fight quietly. "

"Don't you think about it?"

"There's no point in being a knight who can't protect an important human being."

"Well, don't you think the woman who should be under that protection should be rolled over by now?

And Zion saith unto him, and Ashley came, and said unto him.

"You're right, sir"

"To roll me, if that's the case, you don't have to use a finger to make it easy."

"?" I didn't know what that meant, and Ashle just opened her mouth pompously.

"You just have to order 'kneel down' for one thing."

Too much Ashley let her mouth open and close like a koi raised to land with puffiness.

Theon laughs, as the dove throats.

"You think it's just the tip of your mouth? I don't need to hesitate. Try it."

Glossy Theon laughed and turned to Ashle.

Damn, and take a hand all over Ashle's sand.

Come on, and only my lips move, and my deep purple eyes stare at me.

Ashley was upset when she heard the sound of drizzling and spitting.

On your knees.

Ashley never wanted to say the first syllable.

"All yours! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

The door behind him opened and the dressed Isma reappeared.

Theon keeps his mouth shut, turns himself back and endures a desperate laugh.

It's about Scion, which is sensitive to the signs.

I guess I was expecting this timing.

The caught ashle is a good surface skin.

Becoming at the top of the Buddha, Ashle walks away from Zion, as she challenges Izma.

"But I'm sure that's what I was saying."

As Theon whispers softly, Ashley will have to tease her shoulders and challenge Isma more and more.