Sanzen no Souru Supina

When I woke up, Ashle's sense of time had been lost.

The port of Catel Island is basically concentrated on the eastern side of the island in order to avoid the monstrol characteristic of winter (northwesterly wind against Catel Island).

Lots of ships rushing back west in the fall also hate this breeze.

Naturally, Ashley's quarters are also in the shadows of the east.

I mean, it's early to take the morning sun, but I can feel the sunset early.

In a dormitory that is not fitted with windowpanes or anything like that, closing the windows to block the cold, pulling the curtains, what the hell is going on, and I'm about to lose sight of where this place is.

No, you can lose your sense of time, but you won't lose sight of just where this place is.

Thanks to the fragrance of roses that fill the interior.

Its natural aroma of roses blooming in the wild, not artificially extracted essences.

So, Ashley finds out this is Zion's room.

Theon was appreciated for his senior officer's room.

And that's not so different when you glance at the fact that it's a private room for a corporal, that the curtains are of fine quality, that it's equipped with a clerk's desk, and that the fireplace is slightly more meticulous for being a private room.

Nowhere, such as the gorgeous decorations.

Quality rigid, practical production.

Ashle thinks the spirituality of the Knights of Catel Hospital is well manifested.

Columns polished and candied with coal smoke (bayenne) and human hands are illuminating the fireplace flames.

No, that's all the lights in the room.

After a meeting with Dashka Marier and an interview with Ilis, I was returning to my quarters just a little too late for lunch.

Ashley sweeps through the fireplace in Zion's room and puts some outside air on the burial fire.

Firmly rekindle the fire, then combine a few thinly divided bunna firewood over it.

When the burning was added, a beautiful flame broke out.

So add the thick firewood and stabilize it.

This work has somehow come to mean the sharing of Ashle.

Because within a few days of coming to my quarters, I found out that if I let Zion start a fire, the whole room would be covered in ash.

Behind Ashley, who stood up to go back to her room after finishing the fireplace, sounded to lock up.

Ashley looks back unexpectedly.

Theon was there.

All the windows were tightened, the locks were lowered, the curtains closed behind his back, and he was nagging.

Ashley is not slightly neglected by one's mind, not knowing what it means.

"I'm glad you're worried about me, but please think about Zion as well. Because I am not the only one imprisoned by the curse of love. Probably already at the limit, huh?

At the parting, Ashley remembers the words whispered by Illis.

For the most part, I knew it was Ashley.

Because Ashley herself was.

Painful enough to feel the pain - the curse of eternal love.

"Scion."

Calling his name, Theon walks slowly toward us, nagging.

Then, coming to Ashle's place, he stood on his back with the fireplace and unlocked the key in his back.

I put that in the fireplace.

and the key disappears in the flames.

That majestic crown unraveled the hair that was already not on the top of his head and had Zion's bright white fingertips braided.

It makes a sound like rain hitting the ground, and it flows.

I don't remember which one touched my hand first.

The unfolding pitch-black book of Scion, which blocks sound and light, filled the sparks in the room, and the two were imprisoned by their own desire.

When assembling Zion, Ashle is struck by a fierce (how can) urge.

I want to strip, take, ravage, and carve away the elegance and nobility of this woman.

I want to destroy a tightly closed door, break in roughly, blame it enough to break, and make you cry in disgrace.

I'm so eager.

It creeps, and the blood vessels make pulsating noises, painfully feeling their ferocious desires go wild in themselves.

And that's how the flesh works.

Make sure Scion is rough.

I can't even choose the means, impulsively, to reveal secrets.

Speak the word.

Then a noble night demon princess's skin (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Pressing prey on a bed, or on a wall, on a thick column.

It resembles the task of frightening and dismantling the wild life that runs through the mountains.

Every time Ashle touches him, Theon jumps up as if he had received a blade and tries desperately to escape.

I won't miss it.

With a force so ferocious that I'm confused as to where it comes from myself, I twist it down.

Theon is frightened, and yet, trembling and bewildered by the welcome, comes from a heartbeat.

Ashley doesn't miss it.

As a ruthless hunter, I hunt down my prey.

The core of the flesh, and the consciousness - is so hot that it burns, but only technology becomes more and more shrewd and cold.

He flirts roughly (of course) and strengthens his vows with words.

The proud princess of the Night Demon, unraveled by Ashle's march and passion, falls (Kanraku), seems to taste the fragrant flesh of Yamashigi (Shimura) along with the sauce of her gut.

The climax of cooking - I can see its head and sip (soot) its deep, hidden brain marrow - sounds like that delight.

With an engraved (when) full of wine - on a pitch-black outer skin (Pinot Noir) with pure white (A J Blanc), like when you taste it.

Intoxication. One thing. Only then - the experience of losing words.

Ashle buries his face in Zion's neck from behind and gently smells its incense.

of Scion. It is colored by the smell of a trampled flower core.

That's how, weeping with joy, Theon vows his love for Ashley.

Like every wow, I swear repeatedly.

And just before he lost consciousness, in his ear, Theon listens to Ashley.

The same word that Zion swore, a servant of Love.

To the words, oh, and Theon thinks, he sinks into a slight sleep (madò) with trembling.

And I was reminded that there was nothing more I could do, that it was this and this.

If you noticed, Theon was in your arms.

Every time you two spend the night, every time you wake up, Ashley is anxiously driven to wonder if it's not a dream.

of Scion, to its too noble nakedness.

That I broke her by hand and made her swear.

"The Night Devil's Oath, Absolutely, Because"

For the first time, Ashle cannot forget the day that he made Zion swear it.

No, for life, you'll never forget it.

Sion, wearing only a chalker with that grape roll (twisted) and leaf embroidery (shrugged) on its naked just blinking, swore to me that he would accompany me with an ashle for the rest of my life.

Ashley, likewise, responded by oath.

The same sleeping face as then, now, is by my side.

In the lights of the fireplace, where much of the firewood has burned off and weakened, it barely appears to float.

Its long lashes (lashes) trembled, revealing deep purple eyes.

Still uncertain about the dream and the present frontier - that's the kind of eye Theon had.

"Oh my goodness......, it's yours. All, shin,"

Almost, it would be unconscious.

Ashle crawls her fingers at every Zion who tells her to whisper, and hands on her ears (jitters) hidden in glossy dark hair.

My love is overflowing (overflowing) in my chest and I can't stop.

"Me too... Me too"

Unexpectedly answer.

Theon exhaled sweetly, then his eyes tied the focus.

Ha, and his body got stronger.

"Ashley?"

"Morning...... maybe in the evening?

burst, and Zion jumped.

It turns bright red. It was the usual interaction.

After spending two nights, Theon is bound to be trapped in his dreams.

At least as far as Ashley knows.

Nothing, I repeat, Ashley has seen me swear my love for Ashley.

What made it different today was that Ashley accidentally told me the fact that she had always made fun of "I didn't say anything".

"No, no, I didn't say anything!!

"Pretty bedtime, huh?

Gu, and so close that Zion's face bumped into each other.

"Let it be, whisper it exactly!

"No, it was, like, the usual, confessional thing, right?

"It's useless to notice! is, clearly, say it!! Let's get this straight, I'm gonna bite your nose off. What did I say in my sleep?

"No, the usual saying, 'Everything I am is yours'"

Wow, and Zion blocked his ear first, and then covered his face.

Even in this unreliable light it became red to my ears. I understood very well.

"No, always? You always say that, you say that kind of sleep?

"What? You weren't aware?

With so much shock, Theon silences, mostly over his mouth.

Ashley can only be surprised at the speed of deployment.

"Because... you always swear to me?

"No, conscious and unconscious are different. Hey, when I start swearing in my sleep... I, I... am no longer"

Probably a pedigree issue.

I didn't immediately understand that Shion's werewolf (wandering) was Ashley.

"So, for the most part, I did, but because I give up so much, because I surrender so much, you won't forgive me. For this......!

The werewolf scion was clearly adorable.

"Didn't you like it?

Ashley asks worried.

There was a strange noise from Zion's throat, cum, which opened and closed his mouth, losing his words, puffiness.

Scion dyes his whole body to a vermilion and crumbles like a nagging broken.

The devil's princess was always so calm at night.

"Is it because of the Nerd that was shot in? I, I, I, I can't fight anymore. What should I do? I can't control it at all. Even though they do so much in real life, they make me look familiar in my dreams. No more. It's totally Ashley's now. It's getting worse. I can't control my love for Ashley anymore, what do I do? I can't stop thinking about Ashley, even though Illis is suffering. I've become a shameless daughter."

Theon was frightened.

To be so profound, to have drowned in love for Ashley, for the Son of Man.

Without that impulse under control.

He was shaking like a deer caught in a bottomless swamp.

To that appearance, I wonder why, Ashle somehow feels fierce (how) again and captures Zion.

Oh, and Scion groans.

He was a Scion who had lived for over four hundred years, but the reaction seemed like his first girl.

Ashle clenched Zion's frightened arms, turning her left hand back, grabbing her unraveled dark hair and revealing her bright white neck muscles.

Theon exhaled.

For a species called the Night Demon, being revealed and given a neck muscle by what he loved had a special meaning.

Thus it is the same as accepting to be the servant (servant) of complete obedience, or eternal love, to offer the neck muscles while being forced by the man he loved, to be made, but to remain so - Ashle was taught by Zion.

I guess that's why Theon reacted hypersensitively when he stroked Hilari's neck, the user demon.

Now I think it was convincing.

That is certainly not irrelevant to what the devil does when he begets his family at night.

"Still afraid?

Long lashes (eyelashes) trembled at the tip of his eyelids closed to affirm the question.

On that day when he took his life, Ashle was offered that neck muscle by Zion.

A piece of bone, even a drop of the last blood, was sworn to be yours.

Ashle likewise returned the reward by offering her own neck muscles.

Gently bitten sweetly.

And yet, still, Zion is afraid to drown in his love for Ashley.

Ashley and the others. Humanity is "livestock" or "beast" if we perceive the general social feeling of a species called the Night Demon.

There is a fear of being owned (...) by such beings - even in Scion.

I wonder if there is, Ashley thinks.

My chest hurts.

"Because," Sion excuses herself crying at Ashle.

"Really - it falls. As it is, I, I..."

Ashley felt her own desire for exclusivity ignite.

I want to drown this human.

I want to drag you into the ocean of your thoughts and make you unable to even breathe.

I want to tie ties and anchors on those thin legs, on both arms, so that I can never rise again.

Ashledau, I want to drown you by a man named

Don't you know how much I'm drowning in Zion already?

The thought spoke.

"Theon, you need to taste my feelings too."

Ashley said in surprisingly strong words himself.

Scion shivers his bright white neck.

Don't you know how hard I've already been imprisoned by you?

Don't you know how much they own (...) it?

Because Ashley whispered so.

"I will not forgive you until you are completely corrupt."

Ashle stood his teeth on Zion's neck, still with a fierce (why) impulse.

Bite sweetly.

Theon shook and cried.

Know that I will be corrupted, and I will be corrupted.

There is no escape for the Devil's daughter the night she falls in love.

Because the fire is not extinguished with water, but burns itself from the inside.

Stirred with the voice of one of them, he burns up in exhalation, increases fire on his lucky fingers, and is sentenced to burning while he lives.

Minds are assembled, pierced, and tied to chains.

It's a prison that goes on indefinitely - a prison of perpetual robbery that won't even be pardoned for wanting to escape.

Like a blade left in his wound, he turns the same place of his heart into a snail of one of them, choosen and engraved over and over again.

I'm sure I can't stand it.

And yet, that one says.

Swear.

Thus will I be sworn in, in every place.

Blamed, engraved, burned in the heart, even in its pain - with joy and crying.

Somewhere - the viola is ringing.

When that's his voice, Theon realizes.

I realize I can't leave you anymore.

That I will fall.

I repeat, they say it's going to fall.

Even my heart says it will belong to this one.