Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Well, you've new armor."

On the fourth night after counting from the start of the ritual, Norman, whose rotation of security coincided, called out.

Where and when Isma was confronting the two earthspider assassins, the time almost overlaps.

Isma, who specializes in plotting and truly guerrilla battles, dares not even try to expose herself to her peers.

Conversely, I don't hear any movement on the Knights' side of Catel Hospital.

"It's better to close it informationally as a time," - Isma said - "When not, as I'm not there, in the direction of cutting it off, right?" - I laughed and said so.

Ashley panicked, but Zion replied lightly, "Okay, I will."

It was the second time I saw the look on Isma's face like a bug.

Most of all, such behavior is permissible because Ashley and others, including Isma, are nothing more than irregular forces for the Knights of Catel Hospital.

The first phase of the ritual came to a close, and Ashle, a guest (Hinchaku), was given a playful role as the knights in charge of defense scattered to their respective fields in preparation for the information of the night demon raid brought about by Zion.

Ashle has the authority to judge as an individual and, if necessary, open the warring end.

The same goes for Scion, of course.

In that free extraction, it was time for Ashley to devise how to stand around.

Norman called me.

"Yeah, because the right arm officially gave way to the dragon-skinned cage hand that Isma's son used:" Garang Dara "- and you'd better armor your left arm if it's your original riding style"

Kacha, and Ashle showed it with her left hand up wrapped in steel armor.

Previously, Ashley had been equipped with a metal Van Blaze (a set of arm armor) on the right arm, but this was also a consideration to protect the right arm from the ultra-high heat particle splash emanating from Ashley's handled dragon spear: Shivnir.

The left hand side is easy to target when you assume an actual cavalry battle, and even in the sense of receiving a tip or blade that has not stopped slipping with a shield, it is usually the norm to armor this side, but in the case of Ashley, it was a special specification because the long-range attack of Dragon Spear: "Shivnir" made it possible to attack each other in case of spears.

Holy Shield: I could say that I put my faith in the overwhelming defensive abilities of "Blanvel".

And Ashley changed it in the period.

Dragon Scale Cage Hand: You can interpret this as actually cutting the rudder to heavy loading, as "Garang Dara" was equipped with great flexibility and fire and heat resistance plus anti-lightning defense capabilities, plus defense capabilities above sheet metal armor.

In some cases, get off the horse and fight as an infantry - taking into account the battle in downtown, where a long-range attack by "Shivnir" is impossible, and the 3D space battle with the force field manipulation of the Holy Shield: "Blanvel".

This style, which is not covered with sheet metal armor to the toe as it once was in heavy armor, but instead gained significant lightening and improved durability, fundamentally distinguishes the idea from the operation of the Legion - it was also a style often chosen by knights of the "spindle" ability who were often compelled to respond flexibly.

"Exactly, guerrilla, that felt like it. The Knights of Catel Hospital's Circuit is also well suited"

"Thank you. You can't use something from the Pope's Office."

"Since one incident at that drifting temple, I think my face has gotten tough. And... you've grown so tall."

"Yes, first"

"Well, Ashley was only eighteen. Don't grow taller.

"No, what do you think...... because you were laughing at me like a girl.... Is that it? Now, what month and what was it?

To Ashley twisting her neck, Norman answered the date with a little laugh.

Ashle turns her eyes.

A gesture that traces back memories.

"Eh, that, me, yesterday was my birthday!! Nineteen!

Norman rounded his eyes and then smiled a broken face.

The priests and knights who were around turn around and smile.

Where Norman raises his voice and laughs, maybe, it's unusual.

"When this is over, we have to celebrate."

That banquet king will give it another boost.

Norman doesn't remember the last time he was seen by the banquet king Isma.

Ashley remembers what Norman looked like that day, and he erupts.

Did you accept that smile as consent?

Norman slapped Ashley on the shoulder.

"Big deal. But first, save Lord Iris."

That said, Norman went to his own place.

Whatever the history of things, smile and encourage juniors, and the figure of a knight who can go to the battlefield exalts the motivation of the allies around him.

Norman's ruggedness had the effect of draining everyone's nervousness and tendency to enter the shoulder.

In that sense, Ashley thinks Norman may be an excellent front-line commander.

The term good at war does not only denote the superiority or inferiority of martial arts and tactics.

It's how you grasp people's hearts that's the hardest part.

If you don't learn, Ashley thought again.

"Wow. You look pretty good."

Until then, Theon said as he turned around watching him interact with Norman in silence.

"It's not just responsibilities and responsibilities, something like looking to the future - you're the face thinking about hope"

"No, it's hard to grasp a human heart. I thought you had to learn.

I was thinking that in a tough battlefield, a difficult situation, you have to be someone who can make humans laugh and think they can fight together. "

"Grab people's hearts - and then what are you going to do? Are you going to be king?

Ashley bubbles because it's what Theon says for fun about being too magnificent.

"Hey, that's a little too much flying or too much big-language"

Yeah, and Theon snorted like a bore.

"I don't know what I want to do or who I want to be, but I want to enhance myself, and so on, well, that's a special victory."

Keep it up, Kuru, and Zion turns his back and tries to get out of the corridor worn underground.

Ashle rushed after him.

Did I say something to undermine my mood?

I didn't know that. Ashley was confused.

"Theon, did I say something that would make you angry?

Without even trying to look back at that ashle, Theon answered in a hard tone.

"Ashley, look, the life of the Son of man is too short. It's always about how you live and who you want to be. Otherwise, you won't be able to get there."

Ashley figured out that she said, "Hold the subject."

Ashley has lived as an heir.

As the eldest son of the Balaje family.

Father who was the Holy Knight: as the one who inherited his lineage and "spindle" abilities from Gresnau.

And tradition and authority, as serving God's earthly proxy Pope.

When I lived within that framework, everything that led to Ashley dictated how I should live.

Tradition.

Blood.

Household pattern.

Shiatsu.

Legacy - what I inherited and everything that follows there had taught me without wondering how Ashley should be.

Everything was self-evident.

Up to now.

But Ashle, who fought the enemy night demon princess of mankind, the king of earthspiders, in his "will," and fled by throwing out his holy duties, set himself apart from all that had once shaped him at the same time while tying him up.

That should have been a decision that could have turned everything that has nurtured and given itself to the enemy so far.

As it happens, because of the harsh events that have followed, Ashley is illusioned as if it were her own "will," but isn't she actually just responding to the incidents that roll up?

Isn't it just being flushed?

Theon struck the sexual root.

Yes, Ashley understood.

Where is Omae's Will?

A coarse man could have been dramatically elevated.

Because that was like getting your roots kicked off, your roots.

But the emotion that sprung up in Ashle's chest was the exact opposite.

A tribute to Zion.

The gratitude came naturally.

After all, you're amazing, Ashley thinks.

I honestly put that gratitude into words.

"Thanks"

Now, and from now on, I know exactly what kind of man I have to be.

That's what I said.

Scion, who was walking slowly, stopped and looked back.

With an angry, troubled face.

"Damn... this is where I get angry, as a boy!

Why? Ashley really doesn't know why I have to be angry.

I guess the thought was well understood by the look on his face.

Theon sighed with the look of trouble and then stuck around.

"Then again, it's not the only thing I'm angry about"

I was thrust in the chest with my fingers.

Is something still going on?

Ashley probably doesn't know she looks like an innocent puppy at times like this.

Theon thinks that's why they say it's like a girl.

It's the kind of adorability that makes me want to cuddle you by accident.

"Don't you see?

"Ugh, I don't know"

"Damn, I forgot my birthday!

Why, why didn't you tell me, Zion bit?

"Oh, I was messing with you."

"I'm glad I forgot, and if I knew that, I'd have done all I could with this. Come on, what do you want for a present? You want me to bake you a cake?

"So, can you?

The iron fist fell before I finished saying it.

"Shh, disrespect me!! I can, I'll do it. Whoa, I would just put it in a shape like that and bake it!!

As he listened to Theon speak, Ashle was convinced that his terrible predictions must be midway.

Speaking of which, I remembered Eunice made me the best baked confectionery with cream.

"What would you like a present for?"

Ashley managed to answer Scion, who approached him in an almost interrogatory tone.

"I've had enough."

"Be proactive, I told you!!

What the hell doesn't it bother you?

Ashley just looks at the adorable tricks of Zion, who theorizes in front of her, even though she says it's too much of a blend.

"What is it, what is it?"

"I think."

Ashley thinks she needs to ask her own way of life.

The wind is pouring.

It's the sound of the wind going through a cabin full of gaps.

Isma is taken to that cabin by the sea and rolled.

But it's not cold.

Because there was a white tent on the inside of the cabin.

Multiple stretches of pure white books keep the wind out and also serve as cushions.

Fluffy and it's warm and soft.

of earthspiders, especially tents for camping that the women specialize in.

It's called a nest, or nest, which is made from fiber obtained from a pharmaceutical formulation.

Lightly supple and tear-resistant, but dissolves away to instantly evaporate and volatilize when a special drug solution is sprayed.

It was a temporary inn used by wildlings going on missions in the open air, or in the underground world, to keep their bodies and minds intact.

Isma was brought in there.

by Ele and Elma's sisters, who were lurking with thickness erased behind that coat.

Stripped of all of his armaments, Isma rolls.

I have a fever on my back. The feel of the lit meat.

Isma is held head in the valley of her little breasts.

Sucking, touchy arms and legs restrain Isma from behind.

No, its pointy tip had become a thousand disturbed threads, literally tying Isma

And Isma heareth the heartbeat of the captive.

"Finally, I finally caught him. Isma, the smell of Isma"

The voice I was impressed with belonged to Ele's sister: Elma.

Even with the mahi body, I could see they smelled my hair.

"Because we're never letting go anymore," Elma said.

"Elma, don't spoil me too much. He's just supposed to be spoiled. That's the kind of guy he is."

"No, even on the orders of my sister, this cannot be all. I'll spoil it, I'll spoil it too much, with sugar and honey, and a pot of chocolate, and let it simmer until it's thick. - Until you don't know your original snail."

was, and Elma exhaled sweetly as she was intoxicated by her own delusions.

"But if Sister Ele says she's going to do what she wants before then, Elma will wait. I won't - I won't stop."

Elma's hot tongue licked her earlobes and shaved, but all Isma felt was heartache.

She was a clear and shy girl.

She should have been the daughter who could never get out of the habit of blushing.

There was no falsehood in Ele's words that it broke my heart.

However, only the reveal of devotional and one-way love was pathologically twisted and manifested.

Ele crossed (again) the flesh of the rolled, poisoned and restrained Isma.

The earthspider has a good night's eye without lights, etc.

I could see clearly until Ele's beauty was in the tide.

The look on Isma's face will also seem to take from them.

"Aren't you going to kill me?

Isma asked quietly.

"It can be done at any time"

Ele's words were hard, but there was tremor somewhere.

Like a boy who can't hold up the exaltation overnight with his favorite daughter.

"So what are we going to do?

"Thinking is the same, Izma... let me use this..."

Ele took out that "puppet needle". Unlike consumables, which are degraded copies.

Izma's belongings - the original "Focus" on it: "Cocklebiller".

"Let Omae be a pawn.

Maybe the Devil's Princess is with us at night. Ask him to help her.

No, I'd rather have Omae do it.

It's a lot of fried food, isn't it?

Omae's, the price for that love that springs from everywhere you look at it as a beautiful woman.

I'll give you plenty of flavor of what it means to break your heart. "

The Holy Sword that the Princess of the Night Devil can carry: If you want to be slashed in "Rose Absolute" - until then.

They say it's the kind of pain that causes your skin to sag and burn through your bones.

"Taste it."

Fukuku, and Ele laughed.

"Stop, Ele"

"It's something I've been through for a while. Or is that it, that we have far outdone Omae?

Extremely thin (puppet needle), but its length is also a quarter of a meter.

Ele wets it with her own tongue.

Dedicating your own body fluids is a typical procedure of personalization.

Isma said, it seems true that I haven't used it much.

It was a rare and honest reaction to the powerful Focus.

And, most importantly, stick it right over Isma's heart.

Gu, and Isma roared.

But I can't move my body.

Naturally, I can't even turn the Spindle.

"Look, we're going in, we're going in"

Fukuku, and Ele laughs again.

Elma keeps shaking Isma's ears like she was out of her mind.

"Stop, Ru, Ele. If you do that, you won't be saved."

Ele's eyebrows jumped at Isma's desperate call.

"When you've finished destroying the Devil's daughter at night, most of you will have my God: throw up where you hid Ibizas. Then we are triumphant generals, sisters who have regained God. It's all about wandering."

First of all, I will cut off from one end the pricks and breasts of the men who called me Elma a manipulation.

Ele barked.

The needle was pushed in.

Half in no time.

Ugh, saliva dripped from the edge of Izma's lips along with a roar.

"Come on, let's go, Ele, let's go, let's go."

Izma told me to gasp.

"I don't know, I think I'm the kind of person who would jump at such sweet words. Don't think of it like the old, blind Elehimera back then!!

"Forced, but I'm taking you away, I should have. I'm sorry, so, revenge on me is the only thing, a legitimate right, so, please, Ele!

"No questions asked!!

Ele pushed the needle in all at once so as to cut off Isma's persuasion.

No., and "Spindle" swirled and sank into Isma's flesh as the original "Puppet Needle": "Cocklebiller" manifested its effect.

The elephant spanned over Isma, groaning.

I grabbed that chest piece and buried my face in my neck.

Bite crazy.

So much blood.

"How about it, how about it, Izma! Now you belong to us. Permanently, permanently!!!

Elma's caress also grows in degrees as she responds to Ele's exorbitance.

Like a roundabout, Isma hears two broken hearts whisper in her ear.

"I won't. I won't give it to anyone. You, Omae - you have always been ours alone. I won't let you go, I won't let you go, I won't let you go anywhere."

"I've always been with you. I will love you day and night and I will make you love me. Until they're connected and tangled up and unraveled, they'll snuff, and they'll snuff."

Izma drowns in tears and saliva flowing from Elma's eyes.

Ele, who proclaims with a bite at that isma's neck, probably doesn't know that hot liquid is flowing from those eyes indefinitely.

That's how the sisters proclaim repeated possessions.

Never again, I won't leave.

We have to let go.