Sanzen no Souru Supina

"I guess I should have swept it off that spot"

My thoughts were pounding and I became a word.

This is a small camp run by the Knights of Catel Hospital.

There are countless supply facilities on Catel Island for a small group of fighters led by the Gentiles to wage guerrilla warfare during defensive combat.

In other words, this whole island is a cleverly fortified castle.

It wasn't until near dawn that Ashle and Zion, and their beloved horse, Vitrion, dived into one of those buildings.

I tracked down the two night demons who relied on Theon's detectability to retreat, but I guess they went into dormancy. Their footsteps became hard to trace as soon as possible.

The two of them decided to bet on the human side during a reasonable day.

Because Weitz is not a day walker.

Decisions were made to avoid depletion and strive to recover health.

The snow keeps falling and the temperatures are dropping terribly.

When I dived into this cabin, the snow bathed all over my body dissolved. Mixed with sweat, Ashle was like a wet rat.

I couldn't help but take off my clothes.

Cold, wet clothing takes away strength in an instant.

He ran his horse around the night in steel armor.

Shortly before I got off the saddle, the front of my body was freezing and I couldn't stop trembling.

Squeeze clothes, drain water, spread and hang.

Collapse a bunch of straw and leaves that were loaded.

Brand new, pruned and stockpiled in the fall. So Ashley stays naked and wipes Vitrion's horse body.

If you survive, work your horse first.

Take care of your comrades who dived through the battlefield with you.

It is a habit that was literally knocked in by a teaching whip from his father, Gresnau, and already impregnated into Ashle's skeleton.

"Horses devote themselves to Omae on the battlefield. So if you got off the horse, show that gratitude right away. Horses don't forget about that. Same goes for humans. That's how trust grows."

To Ashle's devotion, Vitrion closes his eyes inadvertently.

Hot air was starting to rise from the carriage.

Give plenty of water, leaves.

And now it was my turn.

Five or six straw bundles lined up on the floor, and a few more crumbled on them, and they slipped into it.

I wanted a fire, but the Ashlets treated me like an inquisitor from the Pope's office.

It's like giving people smoke can reward them for where they are.

Use must be minimal.

I didn't have to put up with the cold.

But well dried straw is superb insulation.

"You're familiar."

Scion, who was squeezing his wet hair, took off his monastic clothes and, naturally, dived in next door.

Seeing a whole part of that trick, Ashle's flesh reacted even though she was shaking all over her body.

"But it doesn't look familiar, does it? In the Pope's Office, wasn't it unusual?

haha? and Theon laughed mean.

"No, I see - you did, don't you have such a good hobby?

Mimicking Ashle, Theon points out in return for the borrowed monastic clothes that have been dried.

Ah, and a strange voice came out of Ashle's throat.

Scion covered him like a beast hunting down that ashle.

Cucumber, and Ashley rang.

Vitrion throws a surprising gaze.

"Holy Knight, go ahead and command this damsel."

Scion, who took off his crown, said imitating the nun's tone.

What?, but it was a natural desire to mouth Ashle, I think.

"It's cold."

"Yes."

"Oh, warm up... please"

"Ro"

"What?"

Ashley looked out of the way again.

What are you talking about?

That being said, I finally understood what Zion was saying, even to my chin trembling head so that the roots of my teeth didn't fit.

Orders, Theon says.

"So, so, so, I can't -!

I feel sorry for Lu because of the tremor.

"Oh, my God, is this a play? Think of it as training."

No, you know, Theon, why, and the words that spooked Ashley's head whirl around, but I couldn't say anything back when I could stare into Theon's eyes.

"Bo, ho, o, me, ah - warm up, Theon"

Even as Ashley slipped into her butt, she said.

Hmm, and Theon had a raw grin.

Well, this is the kind of thing at first, Kanji's grin.

Then I became the face of a woman who got love.

Yes, my lord.

Theon thus shared his temperature with Ashle.

It wasn't until Ashley had spoken the first words before she woke up from a brief nap.

I had a slightly clearer dream.

Last night, it was a fierce battle between the Knights of Catel Hospital: Zabel and the Knights Under the Moon: Weitz, on a lavish roof.

Ashley and Zion looked down from the bushes of Lemon trees at that breathless attack.

"Awesome."

Theon exclaimed at Zabel's stunt.

The battle of Zabel was so extreme that I would say so by doing a scion showing off my dancing sword moves.

Because of his short life, he can't regenerate his cut organ.

On the contrary, a single knife would be fatally injured.

Therefore there was a sharpened, sharpened and sharpened martial arts there.

And a moment of destiny.

At first glance, while it seemed painful on both sides, the fruit, that moment when the armament of battle was about to rise on Weitz, the night demon.

A moment when Gisele flesh-compelled the female nocturnal demon-Ernest just before her escape, which she visited shortly afterwards.

- Ashley was caught in the thought that all her compatriots should strike out the demons at night.

Two evil demons - even seemingly ruthless decisions may be needed to stifle the worst enemies in downtown, where they have terrible regenerative abilities and they happen to build their own gestures by sucking blood.

The antagonists of mankind - especially the Extrum Pope's Office, whose history spans a thousand years in the struggle against the Night Devil, and its most elite, the Holy Knights, are thoroughly knocked into the doctrine of combat from the time of the Cathedral Knights as candidates.

That is - don't hesitate when your allies are about to fall, or a winning opportunity that is sure to slaughter the demons at night.

Fighting the Night Devil is a world of instantaneous judgment.

Most humans, for example, fall into inaction just because one arm is dropped.

There are dozens of seconds of things before death comes.

But the devil is not at night.

I happen to restore that flesh with amazing regenerative abilities, and while I hesitate, I take my victims away in a "shadow crossing".

When he reunites with his fellow countrymen who have been taken away, he or she has already succeeded in becoming the family of the Night Devil - a vampire.

So there are moments when we have to wrap our allies around but we have to put a stop to it.

But until now, Ashle, as the Holy Knight, has never, just once, tried to win until he brought his still living compatriots with him.

I had never experienced a battlefield like that, and I wasn't sure if I could make such a decision again.

Exactly, training and action are different.

The battle doctrine tapped into and Ashley's own morality are very different.

For Ashley, companions, and compatriots - were subjects to be saved and protected.

But tonight, there was a change in that perception.

It was a sharp sensation of a frosty, cold blade slipping all the way into the center of the brain boiling down to guts and rage.

Even though Gisele, still his own wife and childhood friend, was on the ray after the covenant the two families had exchanged, Ashley tried to pass a "spindle" through the "Shivnir" to activate the anomaly.

When I woke up, I wasn't even sleeping sweat.

Only the excitement I woke up with was there.

"Should I have shot you"

Crushing again, Ashle blanketed her right hand into the void.

There are no lights indoors.

Tonight we are closed to snow clouds and there are no stars instead of the moon.

Not even the fireplace flames are here.

So pitch-black darkness in a closed building.

I shouldn't have been able to even look at the hand I had shaved in front of me.

Yet Ashley noticed the indoors, and the wonder of her own bruised arms.

"What is this..."

"Different night demon properties are trying to replace the flesh given to them by their parents as human beings."

There was Zion's warmth on his left hand.

I was awake.

"Well... this heart belongs to Theon."

Ashle put her cold right hand on her own left chest with the outside air.

In particular, it beats regularly.

Theon leaned over to the right hand of Ashley.

"You must have dreamed?

"Oh. Wow, Theon. Everything is foreseeable."

Yeah, and Ashley changed her posture to face Zion accordingly.

"The dream of battle just now. It was surprisingly vibrant."

"That's the same. Me, too."

That's how the Night Devil analyzes the battle over and over again, and Scion lectured that he would consider a later response.

"That's why I'm strong. The Night Devils are individuals and have made it possible on a much more advanced level that we are a group and that we cannot do without using letters and graphics as well. But... I'm getting ready to do that."

"Precisely, I guess now it's synchronized with my dreams. Next door, I slept with my skin."

"Afraid so, I was calm. It's ruthless and ruthless - but I've been trying to make the necessary decisions. Thought, actually captured by the rays...... but I thought about it"

That's all I said, Ashley, I got a hunch.

synchronized to my dreams - said Theon.

If so, that judgment...

When he thought so or turned his gaze back on Zion, Ashle understood everything.

That feeling, that judgment ability - it was an influx from Zion.

Zion's deep purple eyes were wet and shaky.

That was enough for Ashley.

The attitude of Zion, which he had shown earlier in a misplaced manner, was a manifestation of fear, sorrow and alteration.

"Well, you know, your consciousness was pouring in."

said Ashle, hugging Zion before he opened his mouth.

I'm sorry - in Ashle's arms, and still Theon apologized.

That's okay, Ashley smiled.

"You've been making such tough decisions over and over for hundreds of years, and you've been dreaming about it thousands, thousands of times... and you've been fighting all this time."

Ashle gently stroked Zion's hair.

"It was hard."

"And I pressed upon him, his work..."

I guess he took it for granted that he was blamed.

I would have thought there should have been one of those grudges.

Noticed and labored the other way by that ashle, the usually temperamental Scion cried like a child.

Ashle stroked Zion silently.

Nothing, nothing.

"I don't think they pushed me. We've got each other."

"Idiot. I'm trying to make that... something out of the public, aren't I? That too, in the worst way...... not just the flesh. I poured my thoughts into it."

"You tried to help me. So I can still live."

To Ashley's words, I guess because I wouldn't tolerate my own pride if I didn't, Theon said, stiffening up the familiarity.

"When we first met - did you say that? When you choose honorable death over disgraceful life. And at that time, when Frama's drifting temple was on fire and was immersed in the sea, if I had abandoned my ego and respected my choice to have done so, I would certainly have joined the line of the English Spirit"

Yet I feel frightened and alone...

I applied the law of the outer passage - I trampled on my dignity.

"I broke my chest and poured my gut and my life into the Argent Flood."

Theon told me to scream.

"It was unthinkable that we would gradually taste the fear of not being human! I never thought how much pain awaited in the future when humans would continue to keep their memories completely like demons at night and be kept doing it!

I don't know how to make amends.

"Then, from now on, we will walk the raw of half a demon. It will be bearable at first. But you'll know better and better. The raw that follows the perpetual robbery and the pain that its repetition creates - the" hell ”thing. prison of memories, thirst for blood, and knowing that I can no longer mix in people - mostly, at all, because of my filthy desire for exclusivity"

Ashle has never seen a Scion so disturbed.

But Ashley's voice is more and more gentle.

"You just said" hell, "Theon? You've been walking there for so long."

Gently said, Theon tinkled his throat.

"You think I can leave you alone in a place like that? While you know that? You think I'm okay with that?

If you knew what was happening to me was possible... I might have told you that, right?

I'm glad we got along.

I laughed uncontrollably.

It gushed out of the bottom of my heart, it was a laugh.

That's the core of the ashle - it emerged from a really deep place, and I can tell it's in my hands for a scion that matches my skin.

Theon has no more words.

At that time, Ashle's lips somehow became just a mean snail.

"Ha-ha," Ashley said at one point.

"Huh?"

I had no idea what that meant for Scion, who was sobbed wet and touched Ashley's vessel and struck touched by emotion.

"So you're telling me to give orders, right? You want to feel forgiven for serving me, don't you? You wanted me to give you a terrible order to redeem your sins?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Nah, nah, nah, said Theon as he got up.

"Shit, no, that's, like, imperialistic, educational"

"Targeted?

On Ashle's face, which imitated Izma as nimble and as full as he could to create a guessy laugh, Theon threw a stiffness of straw.

"Chi, no!

"Theon, if you're upset or in a hurry, you're going to freak out the language."

Was it a picture star?

He spits out the straw in his mouth, and he can still throw it at him. Ashle says as he shelters it with his hands.

Theon's face is bright red to his ears.

"Damn, learn all the bad parts of Isma!!

"Because you decided to be a villain. I'm practicing. By the way, Theon, is that an order?

"Wow, I'm done! That was just in the play! We're gonna arm ourselves! Oh, my God, prepare a meal!

Scion stood up, scattering straw scraps.

Ashley laughs without hanging up.

I can't guard the Scion that jumped because of it.

The dawn of Catel Island, surrounded by the sea, is early.

If I had left the cabin, the morning sun would have already risen.

The light of the horizontal giraffe is red, like blood.

It was an odd sky.

Even though it is completely sunny in the distance, it is covered by snow clouds only in the Catel and the surrounding islands.

It was a situation where local weather operations should be questioned.

With time the sun will hide in the snow clouds.

Ashle looked back at Zion and asked questions about the Devils' trends at night.

But Theon just shakes his head. They're sending down that unusual snowcloud. They're definitely here.

"Somewhere, not so far offshore, there will be military ships camouflaging the whole thing in polarized space. Around the island, not quite."

said Theon.

However, from the use of the assault landing craft that followed the coffin last night, it is not possible to return to the ship at night in the Shadow Crossing of the Devils.

There's too much distance.

And it is also the characteristic of the Night Demon to be proud of its "Hiragana" for merit.

Always finish and triumph over Zion.

I guess that's the only idea I have.

"As long as we resume the activity, I'll let you see it... when you can lurk your breath, this is something you can see if you're so close."

"The ability to detect is not universal."

"Everything is the same. With a strong presence nearby, the distant things become unrecognizable because of it. It's like being swallowed by a big wave."

Because it's not technology, it's sensation, this is only.

Yes, Theon said.

There may be days when Ashley will be equipped with such abilities.

For that time, he seemed to lecture me.

"It's only at times like this that if you have Izma, you can narrow down the points with his fortune-telling"

Says Zion at all costs.

The clothes of the priest and the clothes of Ashle gushed out of nowhere.

No, there's a story about being out of nowhere.

Theon's Genius: Shadow Cloak.

This is also an idiosyncrasies characteristic of the Night Devil, his ability to deviate from phase and create his own confined space in brackets.

The high-ranking night devil with the costume is bound to carry numerous garments this way.

"Why didn't you let me out during last night?

Ashle said while simmering the bread and eating the porridge seasoned with pecorino cheese and olive oil.

Use coal that was stockpiled, not firewood.

Smoke is less than firewood. Burning is a twig of straw and pine that also stored this.

And this dish doesn't need to be simmered.

The use of fire should be minimal because it is easy to do so.

Easy to eat and quickly converted to energy, the ancient Agantilis army was also a well-fed menu.

As soon as he asked, Ashle was slapped in the head with Zion's knife.

Stronger.

I owe it to you. Scion turned bright red and deflected his face.

While I was at it, I was off topic.

Ashley doesn't know what's wrong with the current conversation.

Anyway. Ashley also switched her mind.

"Still, if we get close enough, we'll just find out we're here, but it's a lot of advantages. If this happens, anyway, the only way to do it is to crush the silly spot you can think of. We need to find him sooner than the night comes."

Ashle crossed the Vitrion and helped Sion ride.

The Vitrion with the two rides drives the Catel Island at dawn.

The snow rolled up in the red of the morning burn, making them look like heroes of mythology crossing the river of blood.