Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Well, that was a blind spot"

In the middle of a tracking line following Weitz, during a small pause, Theon made contact with Norman through Hilary.

It is an exchange that uses the dial of the command.

Because Norman has begged for a detailed lecture on the racial characteristics of the Night Devils.

Even if he has done so to his Ashley opponents, in the face of Norman and the Knights of Catel Hospital, Theon has not spoken much about his own species.

Though hostile, Zion's is a kind of salvation for "freeing your fellow countrymen from the prison of perpetual robbery," because imitations like selling your companions were "(absurd).

And from the face of the Knights of Catel Hospital, though the Night Devil, it's noble and beautiful - and I couldn't ask so much of Yingjie that Norman, the lead knight, admitted it.

Because that was tantamount to asking "the secrets of Zion's flesh and mind".

As for the knighthood, it was also absurd and natural.

And yet, I bent over there and Norman asked.

I don't know, Theon understood.

And every piece of information Norman tells you corroborates it.

The knight under the moon captured by Isma threw up.

"Are you saying there's another high-altitude Night Demon on the offshore ship... and that in the worst case scenario, we're prepared to use a psychic for base attacks?

It's about the Night Devil who weighs pride above all else.

I don't think you can use it until it's critical, but if defeat, withdrawal is decisive, it won't be enough. "

Sion roared as Norman reported.

"Yes, Norman.

The high night demons you Catel Hospital Knights engaged will be no different than the Weidelnach of the Heinevail family.

He's a kid who's been studying how to run an army for a long time.

Actually, I tried getting hit. Okay, but it's pretty nasty.

Um, that's it, yeah, you mean Mr. Zabelzaft's arm.

That's right. That guess is correct.

The Night Devil can get "Dreams" from his ingested flesh to lengthen himself.

And the high-altitude night demon can even read the other's memories and emotions at the same time from it.

Weidelnach would be able to do that easily.

But that area with Dashkamarier's pull would have been protected by many boundaries and traps.

… just because the coordinates are cracked doesn't mean it's easy to break in with a metastasis "

Theon normally answers, but in fact the transmission from Theon's side becomes a single word because Hilari moves the stone over the dial to do so.

If Norman hasn't created a question that's easy to answer beforehand, it's a time-consuming and irresistible way.

It won't help during battle or anything like that.

That's why Theon didn't contact me until things settled down.

But the advantage was overwhelming.

"Have you tried letting Isma do the divination?

Yeah? Can't you identify it?

... What, are you taking measures?

So, I can't sense either?

Hmm. But please tell them to try regularly.

Yeah, yeah. All right. Call me back.

And then, yeah, it's hilarious.

It's not Carmilla (...) or anything, you know?

Not the infamous "bloodstained lady"!

I'm gonna hang up!

For some reason Theon roughed up his voice at the end of the conversation, so Ashle was surprised to see Theon.

Ashley and the others are beneath a rock shelf that they have cut out.

It feels warm enough just to avoid the snow and wind.

Perhaps here, the shepherds may use it to go wild.

There are traces of a recently used trace of bamboo, and Ashley was just wondering if the fire should be set ablaze.

"Not at all, not until we have a casual calling for human identities.

I also thought he was a man of great courtesy, but the boulders are missing Park Xinren and Delicacy.

It's just my job. "

Obviously, Scion is a stranger, and Ashley gets harassed.

I made some noise and sat down next to Ashley.

It's a big pine maruto.

I guess it's been used as a seat all along.

The epidermis in that area is scratched and has a dent.

Pines are somewhat rare in the western world, but on the coast of the East Farouche Sea, they are once a popular vegetation.

Epidermis, pine leaves, and pinecones make great sparks.

"What's going on?

"There's nothing wrong with you or these things.

That man, I remember Hilari by mistake.

Because he's an important correspondent, and I made him remember, more importantly, Carmilla, the bloodstained lady?

I am not the woman who entered the Marquis and ruined a nation. "

"Night Demon: I know Carmilla's story, too.

Did you get in as a lover at first?

But it was real love at first, wasn't it?

But that's the tragedy that keeps me from resisting the blood curse and going crazy.

The story is that winter sat in the land where she became queen, and spring stopped.

The Holy Knight of Man has been exterminated. "

And Zion glanced at Ashley, who spoke of God.

Oh, and Ashley noticed.

Theon was angry that Carmilla and herself had been called Hilari, who had taken her in as a lover.

"... that's Norman's fault"

Ashle smiled bitterly and held Zion's shoulder.

"Would you? But if he does, he makes a lot of mistakes. Besides, I got a pebble in my boot. But what does it have to do with shaving my beard on Ashley!

I guess Scion also noticed that at some point the story was off the mainstream.

He told me the information he had been bumping into for a while but got back on his mind.

To a large extent, there are three points.

One: There is a good chance that a base attack will be carried out from the Devil's ship at night while hiding offshore.

One: From Zabelzaft's left arm, there is a dramatic increase in the likelihood that the Night Demon leader will obtain the rituals taking place in the underground centre and their coordinates and launch them into a direct attack.

One: Officially requested and communicated the urgent evacuation of the Pope's Office's envoys.

"So, Norman told us, what do we do?

Ashle said as she chipped the dried meat.

Half, I'll give it to Theon.

Eat well in the bite mouth and sprinkle with wine.

"Continue your guerrilla mission as it stands until you are separated. Tilt all you can to find the Weights during the day."

Theon had a face that he was not comfortable with.

"That's a strange story, that"

Ashley also remembers a fierce consent to it.

"Are you trying to say that the current situation of persecution (hiccups) is not in line with the political decisions taken by it? Same goes for me, Ashley."

"Aside from the good and evil of things, I also thought it was a handful to evacuate the Pope's Office envoy offshore.

Because this has a triple meaning.

One is that it is actually easier to avoid later accountability by taking into account the safety of envoys.

The second is that if the Evil Onshore Night devours the Evacuating Envoy, this can be used as a means of cutting off the power of both sides.

The third is… the ability to sink and wipe out both sides with long-range attacks, multiplied by that engagement "

Still no more anger in Zion's eyes staring at Ashle.

Theon didn't blink at the young knight's desperate thought of his dirty, hard political judgment.

"That's a strong boy."

strength to look directly at reality, Theon said in the sense.

Ashley remembers how hot her cheeks get to that assessment.

I try to be calm.

"But it was the current commander who made that decision - that is, Norman would know that it would be difficult to remove us as pawns in every phase.

Weidelnach - The Night Demon named Weitz is hands-on enough to take Captain Zabelzaft down with one hit.

Just because Norman has the protection of Holy Relics: "Arman," base defense is not easy.

It's superfluous in a shady underground facility.

Then "Rose Absolute" is still better.

If you show your abilities at full power, Arman's damage will be all around you.

Archbishop Dashkamarier or Norman can't possibly not think about the life of Illis.

Besides, whether you're sniping a demon ship at night or involving a Pope's envoy, there's no better Focus than my Shivnir. Yet... "

"And yet I didn't say 'come back'. For once, it's time to face each other and devise future measures."

Theon said, Ashle nodded.

"Why not?

As soon as I listened to Theon's inquiry about who he was, there was something in Ashley that fell to her heart.

Right, and the words spill.

"The enemy is already inside the main business," Norman said.

"What?

How do you know, Theon says.

"It's a rumor from Theon, so I didn't pin it right away." I can't help but worry about the pebbles in my boots "and" Shave Your Beard "are the fighting languages used by the knights. It's a hidden language. I care about insiders. Hit the inside man, he said. Oh, shit."

I was surprised that Theon rounded his eyes.

That attitude of Norman, I mean, it was acting.

"So what about your bloodstained wife, Carmilla..."

"I served a piece of clothing to an insider, but I guess... so much so that I deliberately stroked Theon's nerves back so that I wouldn't forget. I think it means, well, play it out, hold the root."

Speaking of which, Ashley said.

"I wonder how Isma is doing?

"Norman's intel was drawn from the moon knight Isma captured," he said.

"Other than that?

"One of the earthspider killers was reported to have been turned into a puppet"

The two looked at each other.

A cold one crawled up my spine.

It's not because of the outside air.

It feels like being poured into the spinal cord until it freezes.

I had a feeling.

That's terrible, too.

The underground site was from the Agantilis dynasty.

One of a myriad of ruins present on Catel Island.

There below Weitz, the knights under the moon, who had already become two, were lurking.

Knight Under the Moon: Ernest, and is Solin, Weitz's boy squire.

How their prey, Princess Rebellious Bulb: Though Theonzafir had a system of fighting with the Knights of Catel Hospital, and even though this is the enemy land again, this was an obvious great defeat.

Enemy binding, mastery of collaboration.

And Weitz had honestly admitted that the gathering of information on the measures that had already been patrolled was due to a lack of command capabilities that we had overconfidently neglected the ability of a species called the Night Demon.

Originally, the Night Devil has a very strong tendency to rely on his personality.

There was an extreme tendency for individual individuals to take it lightly for their actions of collaboration and coordination, instead of being able to cope with almost every phase with individual individuals because they are already sufficiently powerful and powerful.

The idea that they were weak, poor, livestock was common.

However, Weitz focused on the usefulness of the concept of "collaboration".

I actually looked at him as an enemy and wrapped my tongue around his strength, his flexibility.

To be honest, I admired it.

I was impressed. It even felt creepy.

I even learned to be respectful.

And I was sure.

After all, Weitz himself said that the way the soldiers operated he had been thinking about was an innovative way to overshadow the common sense of the Night Devil.

We can't stop this bud.

But I also understood more than anyone else that that and Weitz's personal pride in battle, in being a night demon, is something to be measured elsewhere.

Ships waiting on the ocean: "Low Endenium," and another high-ranking Night Demon sitting there: Sargerius had made it clear that he was "prepared to destroy his enemies in a base attack if he found it difficult to carry out his mission," and Weitz had agreed and understood that.

If a powerful range attack were carried out, the area around hundreds of meters from the specified coordinates would turn ashy

Weitz thinks, though, that you really only have to put on your own drop before you can ash everything.

It's about engraving a decisive fear, a fear of the unwipe night demons against Theonzafir and the humans who join it - the Knights of Catel Hospital - who have hurt the Moon Knights so far.

That's the opposite of "Will to Survive Continued into the Future," which occupies Weitz's chest - Weitz laughed realizing it was in line with the old night demon's outlook on death, which he hated and tried to deviate from.

He must have been asleep.

The sun is passing through Jomtien, and the time is turning to the evening.

It is unlikely that the inner clock of the Night Devil will uneven as a racial feature.

He flattened out without a trace, and hurt so that his left arm, which was supposed to be mine, could be drawn from its joint.

Weitz's morbidly white skin turns shallow and black at the base of his left arm, shoulder to shoulder.

To keep the memory of his defeat, he dared to leave it with us.

The slaughter of Zabel, head of the Knights of Catel Hospital.

And from there, "Focus": The "Spindle" energy poured by "Prometergia" was exhausted to one powerful thing.

Despite the fact that Weitz, the high night demon, swallowed the opponent's flesh, it only took so much time to regenerate it because the "Hiraki" of the "Spindle", which was conducted from the cutting surface, continued to harm its regeneration.

Less than a second after the crossing, the old man worked out so much "Hiragana".

When I woke up, there was Ernest beside me.

Across the street is a boy squire: Solyn, leaning on Weitz as if he were going to share his temperature.

It was Ernest who noticed Weitz's awakening.

"My lord."

Ernest called on Weitz in his bedroom tone.

"How about a meal? Do you have tea, too?

If I only heard the words, Weitz felt as if this was Geiserlon and I was the guest who stayed at the mistress's house.

Ernest's voice had no rush for defeat or other fine dust.

It's a graceful, lustrous waist that you're likely to forget that you even have yourself on the battlefield.

Not even the dress you wear is from last night.

If you noticed, Weitz's own clothing had also been changed into something brand new.

I guess the clothes stained with the smell of coal smoke were disposed of somewhere.

Slightly, some incense resembling champagne - eau de toilette incenses.

It was Ernest's hobby.

"Let's have it."

Is it because of that, Weitz's response had a gentleman's margin back.

Ernesto laughs glossy.

Sorin woke my eyes. I felt the air brewing between my masters and this one stretched gracefully to show.

Like a high-tempered cat.

From somewhere, a truly aromatic set of tea and sophisticated tea utensils magically appeared.

The three human beings enjoy it only gracefully.

Even talk about lost comrades, with a smile.

Even though the situation is hopeless and we know that no more engagements will bring definite death to them.

So when Theon saw that the Night Devil was a jerk, he would have felt it along with a sigh similar to giving up.

As it happens, they restore their will to war.

The room as a born nobleman - even the path to doom can be accepted with elegance, and even death can be exhausted there - is a kind of trait that no other race can obtain even if it tries.

But what Weitz said at the end of that little tea party was deviant enough to get Ernest up and Sorin about to remove his tea utensil.

"The two of them multiply by the shade of night, take the ships of the humans - rendezvous with the" Low Endenium "and leave this battlefield - this is harsh"

I can't accept it, Weitz smiled at Ernest, who shouted back instantly.

"I want you both to return to your country alive."

"No. When I got home, it was a day of humiliation to wait. I am with His Excellency the Captain until the end. Flaming comrades: Kalisa's vision -" Galahad "is finally one, and you can exercise the true" Hiragana "

"No, Ernest. You know what I mean."

Ernest shook his head left and right.

Golden outfits on both hands = Gauntlet imitating sharp nails: "Galahad" glowed dull.

"No, I can't accept it at all.

My lord, say it, I command you.

Together, the Rebels: Trying to snap Theonzafil's neck.

He told me to give my life for it.

He wants to kill the cattle that flood this island.

Trying to flatten it out.

And he told me to die with him. I'm not afraid of anything!

Weitz shook herself at Weitz's feet sitting in the upper seat, even in Ernest's tears pleading for translations.

"Ernest, I never thought that you were afraid of death, etc. Besides, this is an important task, as well as a" twist "that betrayed my existential significance."

- "Nerd"? Ernest asked the parrot back.

Superior Night Demons are blessed with "Hiragana" that only wins every desire with strength.

So it was so rare that they would see snow in the middle of the summer.

"Now, did you say" no "? Your Excellency?"

Yes, Weitz nodded.

"The path I have believed in - the establishment of operational methods that would bring innovation to the Legion of the Night Demons - reform in a flexible and universal sense, not just an experimental operational division called the Remaining Moon Battalion, but liberated from it. I got a real example of this on this island. I want to entrust that to you."

Oh, and Ernest groaned.

Notice that this person is going to die.

Alone, cut into the enemy formation.

The pain of being scratched in the chest struck Ernest.

I have feelings with the Night Devil.

The exposure is just different from that of humans.

"Do you think you can persuade me to do that in the Zului way?

A golden nail scratched the floorboard.

Then Ernest's eyes were telling the story when he forced Weitz to flirt with him.

The option of surviving together is not even in the back of the brain.

Ernesto was also the noble child of the Night Devil.

Take away what you desire with strength.

That was also the mentality of the demons at night.

But before Ernest, Weitz knelt down and took his hand and told him.

"Ernest, this is an order - leave my lineage. Connect that blood to the next generation."

To the abrupt proposition, Ernesto was totally poked into the void.

The immortality of the Night Demons is maintained by the overwhelming restorative capacity of their flesh.

It refuses to change the flesh.

The spirit of the Night Devils is bound to a flesh without plasticity.

Thus, the life expectancy of the individual is long enough.

Their flesh is preserved in the snail that they night demons keep in their memory.

However, it could also be said that this is, on the contrary, a species with a fatal flaw in the system that leaves its offspring.

For the prosperity and survival of the species = even the "other person's memory and spirit” must be subdued and transformed in order to remit the child - such defects.

Men and women are seen as equal rights among the Night Devils.

Therefore, the women do not readily respond to it.

Naturally.

Because they dictate themselves that they should reign as the same “rulers” as men.

So “intimate” was otherwise justified as a system.

There is a spiritual forgiveness “if we are both fallen friends” in love without a way.

It's a logical conclusion that if we gave in to the “love” we sought instead of giving in to the other person.

That's what Weitz did to Ernest.

Unexpectedly cuddled, Ernest turned away.

Accepting it would yield to Weitz completely to his heart.

You will have spoiled and admitted to conquest.

Ernesto was noble enough to be ashamed of that.

But I couldn't resist.

The resistance of all the snails was well seen.

In all sincerity, I knew why I wanted it, etc.

Ernesto cried.

It's not just from joy. Giving in to Weitz's life means abandoning Weitz and getting off this island.

This man is going to die.

I got it from the left hand of that old human knight - memory of the blood, deep down on the island of Catel that was inscribed there, go alone.

What does it mean for a man of the nobility of the devil, who is immortal at night, to be ready to die?

I don't know that. It's not Ernest.

Try not to forget, I could only beg.