Sanzen no Souru Supina

The interview with Ilis was with Theon and Ashley, only three of them.

The Illis hospital room is a large, window-cut, bright room, reserved for individuals who Dashka would have noticed.

Herbs are suspended from the ceiling, and their clean (nasty) incense purifies the air.

If you ask me about this, it's a special plan.

Upon entering the room, Ashle felt the pain of being able to tighten her chest.

It's only been ten days since I couldn't see you.

It was obvious that Illis had a bad (soggy) look.

My body is swollen but my cheeks are swollen and I think I have a fever, my eyes are moisturized.

When Ashley smiled, Illis smiled back as it would have been hard.

Ashle can't help remembering Eunice for that look.

The deception (gibberish) and cruelty of overlapping the deceased with the living could not be stopped, even if the head knew it.

Ashley thinks he really loved Eunice.

Even if I decide my mind - the flesh remembers it.

Kneel down and hold that hand.

It was amazingly hot.

And there are signs of internal bleeding everywhere.

It was a tremendous momentum, proof that the flesh of England was forced to alter.

The gaze fits.

"I - I want to show this child this world"

That one thing was enough.

There was no need for a crappy explanation.

Dashka told Ashley that he had explained it beforehand.

In other words, about “replacing” Iris himself - about the danger.

Still, Ashley has no choice but to check in her own words.

"It could be dangerous."

"It's not dangerous. There's no way to give birth."

"Oh, yeah."

Mutual declarations of will, that was enough.

Norman's applied stalemate powers are working, I guess.

Even with Ashley so close, the Iris' capacity is stable.

However, it must be a short time.

Yes, Norman pushed.

He explained that he thought it was like he was dragging down the water in the river with a weir.

The longer she prolongs, the more burdens she sprinkles later into her flesh, he said.

"Can you hope?

"Of course."

Ashle gave a clear nod to the inquiry of Illis.

grin, and spread a grin on Iris' face.

It was Alma's characteristic when she was a nun that her eyes seemed to spill so much.

Ashley was made to wander off again and again.

No way, I couldn't even imagine her having such a relationship with herself.

It's not even March yet.

Ashle was attacked by emotions that seemed to have come very far.

Confirming each other's will silently, Iris took Zion's hand and said:

"For the time being, Ashley, please. Uh, I know it's tough in a lot of ways."

"Leave it to me. Yeah? Various...... meaning......?

"What you two have been sharing, uh-huh, Theon's going to take on, right? Can you stand it?

Sion finally realizes and blushes for what Iris means by "hard".

I remember the night with Ashley, who completely demodulated.

"Ahhh."

The wolf (wandering) came out sounding more like a word - than a word.

It's something Ashley looks back at with a face that doesn't make sense, so good.

Theon can only wave his fist down on his head, still kneeling.

Haha, and just like that, Illis laughs.

Unyielding smile.

"Well, since I was admitted to the hospital, I haven't been able to help, have I?

Iris laughs again at the silent, nagging Scion, and Ashley is confused.

"What, what do you mean? Why, me, getting beat up - oh, it hurts"

Theon grabbed Ashle's head with his fist still swinging down.

"That's Ashley's fault."

says Illis with a laugh.

I don't know why, but I'm glad Iris laughs and Ashley doesn't know how to handle it.

Most importantly, when it's time to leave, Illis calls me off, and I'm told in my ears what Sion's violence means, and this one moves to death here, but that's another story later.

"Oh, Catel Hospital Knight, stay?

"I'm in a meeting right now. There's nothing good about me not being a party."

Isma called out to Norman, who was putting his back on the inner wall of the treatment center (Seijin) and putting his arms together.

"Right."

Let Isma bring the same next to it, and imitate.

"You're not going?

"Me? Why?"

"I thought it was for you that Illis missed the most."

"I don't think Nuigurumi's bear can contribute to a serious decision that will change the rest of his life because he can sleep. That kind of thing should really be decided as an important human being."

By the way, here, smoke okay?

Isma took out the flue and asked Norman.

"Naturally, no."

"Right ~. So, you want this?"

I took out a bun (manju) where I got it, and Izma started to crunch.

It is a finely crushed salted pork fillet wrapped in flour zest and steamed with a mixture of dried anz and thin pieces of apple.

"Want some?"

"... let's have it"

A glance (the best) and Norman nods.

It was probably a rather strange painting of a bun (manju) with heavily armed hospital knights and earthspider men lining up against the inner walls of the treatment center, too, two men.

"That's good."

"Isn't that right? The farmer's aunts who got along a little bit, they said," Come on. "It's bad for free, in exchange for hot and cold medicine. I was just a little far away from the treatment center, so thank you very much."

"Not really, don't walk away and sell your face. Regardless of our Knights opponents... it is a common perception that you and Lord Zion are enemies of mankind, right? Well, Lord Zion will pass by some noble lady, but your lord's ears - or not - will be deluded, won't they?

"It's a way to erase an impression from the other person's memory."

To Isma's words, Norman turned his eyes round.

"You look like a crook."

"The other way around, Norman. They just absorbed the earthspider technology. But I can't get to the main house. Such attacks are often more lethal than visible and flashy moves, unseen and sniffed and without signs."

After a glimpse of the technical lecture, Isma waved the topic to Norman.

"Hmm, alle - Yababa Holy Relic: Was it Construx? You're just gonna use it?

"I stopped it, but my resolve seems unshakeable"

"Dashka?

"Under the Archbishop."

"Norman, you disagree?

Norman did not answer the question.

"Are you worried about Dashka?

"... because she's my sister"

Norman's remarks were perhaps much, much more effective than the Iron Fist sanctions.

Izma stuffs the bun (manju) she was eating down her throat, nearly smothering.

If Norman hadn't slapped him on the back with that big prosthetic arm, he could have really nearly died in jeopardy.

"Tanmatanmah, Norman, that joke is too tight!!

I got angry back to my face, which was about to turn blue due to lack of acid, and now Izma said as it turned red.

"Is that so weird?

Norman's iron skin bewildered Isma's appearance.

Lift one eyebrow and stroke your jaw (chin) thoroughly.

"Because at all, you don't look alike!! Instead of beauty and the beast, you're a Chimie monster!

"Your Lordship, you might as well have died in a bun."

The words were spicy (shiny), but Norman smiled a broken face - and then he raised his voice and laughed.

Ha ha, and a pleasant voice sounded, cautioned the nursing clothes ni monk.

The fact that you two make a butt gesture in your mouth is nothing but a comedy, to be honest.

"Well, my brother-in-law, but"

"That's right - where can I twist such a Park Min-Jen to connect with the blood muscles of such a sexy beauty! Explain it!!

Heh, Norman laughed again.

Hi Norman, I hear you enjoy interacting with this Isma.

If you're Isma, you're doing just fine.

"Oh, I don't know, Norman, your wife..."

"Efimeralka, the sister of Archbishop Dashka Marier, is my wife.... wife, was"

"You broke up? Divorce?"

"I'm dead. He had a son, but he died with his wife. It was long ago."

Oh, I'm sorry, and Isma just apologized, but Norman doesn't look like he cared either.

Not so, but Izma asked an even more intrusive question.

This is the place, Isma.

"Can I ask why?

"It doesn't matter. They were both sick and dead - no, I guess I could call that sick and dead. It was cruel. Fight the devil."

"Well - you're Dashka's sister. He must have been an excellent catel hospital knight."

"No, vice versa, Isma. My wife, Effimeralka, is the woman who was once our enemy: the Knights of Worship Disease."

Izma pulled her body off the wall again, opened her eyes and looked at Norman.

"That, seriously?

True, Norman nods.

Isma looked up to heaven.

"But when I met her, my wife was already suspicious of the Knights of Worship.

He suffered from an unfilled misery between doctrinal practitioners as knights of the epitome of worship and sincerity.

I was still a rushing therapist who didn't belong anywhere, but at first I took her relative hand as an enemy and somehow began to help her get out of the Knights of Worship. "

Norman remembers the days since.

Asking questions, let Isma hear them.

The Knights of Worship Disease (Yes Buddha) is a faction that fanatically believes that Playgulft, the King of Diseases, and the disease, the gift (occasional) of which is the key to pushing humanity to a new stage and freeing humanity from the human name (Buddha) called by God.

It is a cult group whose eradication is being carried out by countries as a dangerous terrorist network disguised as practitioners and spreading terrible epidemics into urban areas and villages.

But like mold that can't be wiped away by slapping or knocking, they blow their forces back and cause misery (or?)

In one commentary, there are even rumours that some of the monasteries of Ixism are their hideouts (of the kame), or mothers, and provide a great deal of support in terms of both funding and human resources.

Norman's wife, Efimeralka, was that denominational executive candidate.

He was brainwashed as a girl in order to fall on his father, who was a knight at Catel Hospital.

Since then, he had a background raised as an elite member of the Knights of Worship Disease (Yes Big).

But by the gloomy epidemic of a number of villages, cities - fungus species that also crossed and laid off several species of pathologies - Efimeralka was only beginning to have doubts in the days he continued to dedicate himself to the nursery bed of the pathologies.

The brainwashing she was wearing and her own conscience were becoming unbearable to the friction.

But after this, I didn't know what the hell to do when I lived as a hostile to humanity, and I kept taking on a single stick of evil.

It was in the mountainous villages that Norman and Effimelalka first met.

She is a nun who devotes herself to the wounded and sick and a terrible fanatic who spreads the plague with love.

That's where Norman saw both sides.

And Norman spotted the spirit of effimeralka screaming between its duality.

As a first-hand therapist, Norman, who was not yet a psychopath at the time, fell ill, but blossoms in the Spindle there.

Of course, he was able to take his life thanks to the proper treatment of the Catel Hospital Knight who rushed.

Knight: To Galley and his daughter, it was an encounter with Dashkamarier, still a pre-adult girl but an assistant.

Norman politely declined Gallay's offer to recommend formal training on Catel Island and, alone, continued his journey.

To follow in Efimeralka's footsteps.

I wanted to save her.

And after a quaint roundabout of fate - a surplus of turns, Norman will do everything Efimeralka can to take off the Knights of Worship (Yes Big).

It was the beginning of my escape life with my hands in my hand.

Effimerarca had a double, triple chase.

A secular state that does not tolerate terrorist trekking.

Pope's office to follow as heretics.

Plus the Knights of Worship Disease.

And the Knights of Catel Hospital were even turning to their father and Efimeralka's sister, or Dashka, to judge their daughter.

In addition to such a fugitive life, the two fell in love.

No, you were able to decide to flee because you fell in love - I don't know now.

I got a living (kiki) in a witch's hall living by the sea on the border.

The witch was a bigoted (snarky), novelty figure, but not a badly sexually rooted woman.

In the neighboring villages, he was kept away and prejudiced while being relied upon as a herbalist.

It's common for such a lonely old man to be bigoted.

The witch was weak enough to handle the Spindle.

He once told me that at the knees of the Extrum Pope's Agency, he sometimes belonged to the Spiral Bain, which undertakes dirty work, with a booze momentum.

He said he was old and had been relieved of his duties.

Spiral Bain is a group of aliens who have the extraordinaire pope.

The power of the "will", which is the root of the alien power: those who blossom in the "spindle" but whose expression is weak and who lack the ability to adapt to society, make up the main constituent members.

To its shaded presence, the work behind it - more or less, it is an institution that secures and manages the basis of life and discipline by giving it wet work (Wet Works).

For a moment, both Norman and Effimeralka feared insider access to the Pope's Office, but the witch,

"I'm tired. That's the kind of world you're in. At this age. I can't live long anyway. I don't know how to shake my tail at an old owner for wanting a small sum of money, I hope. I want to die a human being."

said and denied the possibility.

As proof of the word, the witch died of aging earlier in the spring the year the Normans flowed in.

At the end of the day, it was an interesting life.

Though boring, he left me a well maintained house.

Norman and Effimeralka there, got a son.

And when they had done it, the course of the quiet hour came.

The child grew up healthy.

But before my son had six birthdays, it happened.

"It turns out that neighboring villages were swallowed by epidemic diseases. It was the work of the Knights of Worship.

My wife - Effi jumped out of the house.

Just because I got a mix, there was no way her consciousness of sin would go away.

Of course, I followed. Son: Take Eugene.

Without even thinking deeply about what the consequences would be. "

As a result, a confrontation with the long-awaited Knight of Worship Disease (Yes Buddha) resulted in Norman losing both arms with his wife.

After being figured out, his daughter was taken in by a group of enemies: the Catel Hospital Knight who kept chasing Effi: Galley struck (and) a terrific match with the worshipping (Yes Big) Knight, who stood up (and) against us and sealed the Devil.

And Dashkamarier, who grew up to be a beautiful daughter, saved Norman again, who had lost both arms.

"That day, we... we swore. From hard work to saving people from all that. Trying to get a" chip "for it."

Instead of Norman, who, with little discouragement, had faintly finished talking about his own past, Isma was silent and her gaze turned to the seaside.

Finally, the sun has shaded and the wind has grown colder.

Usually the blue, clear and glowing sea of Farouche is cloudy in gray.

"I think you have a good mind."

But Isma said.

"If it were a snail to reuse the carcass, by asking for it, it would never be..."

"Then, if you know that much, why, then - when you saw Construx in front of you, was your lord silent?

Are you familiar? Without changing his posture, Norman's eyes looked at Isma.

Maybe this Knights of Catel Hospital guy was also confused at this time.

Dashkamarier's grievous determination and - to pick it up.

Likewise, Isma saw Norman again.

"What do you know about me, Norman?

"Only that it's not God, it is. Isma, what about your lord?

"... it's hard not to explain the details. I can't mention who they are. I can give you an overview, but that'll only sound like you and the others in your sleep."

Cursed, Isma pulls a handkerchief wrapped around her neck.

That reminded me of a sinner sentenced to hanging.

"Cursed? To You, huh?

"To you, rather than to" Do it. "-" Do it. "The other day, I accidentally slipped my mouth, and it was a kick-ass mess. It's actually hard right now. If you're not conscious, you can stay here."

"What do you mean?"

Isma does the trick of crossing a thin cranberry bridge, as she likens something.

Norman grabbed Isma with both hands of that prosthetic hand: "Arman".

For a moment, the flesh of Isma is braced as if it were made of sand.

An experience where Norman, who was grasping Isma, was more likely to lose sight of his worldview (...).

"I want to answer for you. I'd like to tell you, but if I do too much, I'll be swallowed up by Mu 'er myself. And then nobody remembers me anymore."

So think about it. Take a look. Yourself.

Looking sideways at the amazing Norman, Isma continues.

"And judge, Norman. All I can do is be a signpost. Until we all get to the core, the pioneers... that's all."

Isma said with a grin like she pasted it.

Norman felt the pain of being stuck with an ice needle in his spine.

Think of what Isma has been carrying, trembling at its weight.

But still, Norman said back.

Norman's journey so far has also been dark and hopeless.

I can't make that antiquarian.

So I said.

But Isma, I can't stop Dashka.

Yeah, and Isma nods.

"I get it, Norman. So I couldn't stop Ashley and the others."

Isma smiled without sound.

It's too, as lonely (Seiri), a desert (Kobuku) grin.

Has the wind gained strength?

Where the snow flakes came from, they got mixed up.