Sanzen no Souru Supina

"... Well, how about it's time to show yourself?

Led to a bed built with a large feather cushion pulled over and collected, Weitz called towards the shadow of the ruins.

A group of fossils enclosed in marble emitted phosphorescence, and lichens were growing in its light.

It may be echoing the rising power of the mighty "spindle" energy that is filling Catel Island.

There was no response to Weitz's call.

Instead, a piece of paper fell out of its darkness.

One woman of the earthspider appears, trying to gain thickness by origami.

Elmameim Bessarion.

Elma was also the murderer of the earthspider: Ele's sister witch.

A witch outfit in contrast to my sister Elma - a priestly bully.

The woman said.

With a voice that reminds me of viola ringing wildly somewhere.

"That it was a contract of glossy love for a long time. Baron of the Wreck?

"I don't mean to look so different to be peeked at and embarrassed... but the boulder is a bug witch. Stealing from the affair of others is a hobby."

Instead, naked Ernesto is still breathing constantly.

The Night Devil's union is so long as to distract the person who has accepted the subjugation as a price for his dignity - giving him the pleasure of almost tortured sensuality.

That's how they are reminded that they gave in to their hearts.

"Honestly, it's expensive"

Elma's so straightforward words, Weitz the boulder also broke his face unexpectedly.

"This… is a bug's minute, and you apparently have a sense of joking"

"Treating this Elma like a bug… is a nice bat"

But that doesn't make you so cold, does it?

Elma laughed with a smile that lacked equilibrium.

"How did you find this place? Our hiding, it's so easy to see through."

"We don't have access to the clan of earthspiders. Because we pride ourselves on our skills and abilities that are not allowed to be followed in divination or tracking."

Pan, and opened his fan and hid his mouth. Elma laughed.

"Tell me something. I swore I would love this woman over the night. Didn't you come here to peek into our affair?

Weitz responded by eagling Ernest's breast milk.

Ernesto happens to sound extremely loud.

"Or are you here for me to play with? If you're going to kneel down and beg, even if you're a bug, you've got nothing to show for it."

That is our Night Demon - thanks to the efforts of the nobles.

arrogantly Weitz boasted of the breastplate and said.

"Play."

And Erma took the deal.

That is, more information on enemy forces and a guide by their poisonous needles already shot inside the Knights of Catel Hospital -.

It is an arithmetic for multiplying the confusion it creates.

Thankfully, this was an offer to fight together.

"Why do you spiders take such offers to our night demons?

"If the purpose is the same, you can tie your hands even with someone who doesn't have a nose. I need to wash my hands later, but... no?

Hehe, and Elma laughed and showed him.

Even though she was a witch's garment that didn't let her skin flatter her, and Elma herself had a clear face, there was a charm in her grin that she couldn't hide.

As if the horny fire burning inside could be seen through.

It's no wonder Weitz suspected it was crazy.

"Purpose, what?

"I'm in trouble with the stuffing. The rebellious princess of Bulba, the neck of Zion the Phil."

Pepper, a pink tongue - and I don't even see a piece of tongue moss - crawled over my painfully red-dyed lips amidst Elma's face like a girl.

Well, Weitz roared.

"Our Lower Moon Knights adhere to Theonzafir because there is no other kingdom: Geiserlon, and hence the Great Rebellion against the entire Night Devil. But what about Torah? What do you mean? It doesn't make sense."

To Weitz's point, but Elma spreads her grin more and more. It seemed to Weitz like a crazy grin ripped to his ear.

"Hate your enemies, if you say so - let's just know, shall we?

Dyed her cheeks as if she were talking about her first love, Elma said.

If you can, you want to knock it down to the ground, strip it naked round, smear it with stool and urine instead of mouth, drag your guts out to make you cry to shame and humiliation, and give a little bit of a crying voice to the dish - even, and even, until verse, show that Elma is still a witch who serves kamikaze in front of God.

But that doesn't guarantee this woman's sanity, Weitz thinks.

"I see," said the good word.

I laughed bitterly, although there were disagreements about the treatment after I captured him.

"To that end, I say that the purchase is already complete. That's why the lion's stomach was poisoned. Right, woman?

"Ruri. It's a pleasure, Baron. I am Elmameim. Call me Elma."

"Okay, Elma. I want to hear one thing. It would have broken my bones for a long time. And yet, why don't you guys just put Keri on? Isn't that a strange story?

Well done. Listen, Elma tilted her little neck and showed it to me.

"Even if we capture the hateful Zion, we're not going to kill him in a year or two. Just because you're physically annoyed doesn't stop you from thinking about it. So I wanted to break your heart.

We know that while the Scion, who punched the pile in, tied it up and hung it, was alive, he wanted to destroy "all that was involved and all that was in his heart” so that he could have a nightmare.

Don't you think that's close to the Baron's Nerd?

Elma continued with a glossy smile.

Only the breath of distress given by Erma's whispers and Ernesto echoes the quiet marble underground ruins.

"Besides, I'm sorry to bother you, but that woman's ability to fight is an insult. I'm stuck with you, mistress - and I don't insult your human kid's abilities. I think the threat was experienced by the Baron, who suffered a great loss."

A witch named Elma, who points out the samurai's heartbreak as before and doesn't move one eyebrow root, is she not commanded?

Weitz thought he was mentally disturbed, but he had to admit to the analysis as a general who would keep an army.

"So?"

Keep talking, Weitz urged.

"So here's a suggestion, Baron, why don't you multiply it by the noise we wreak? We will cause disturbance, and Your Excellency will cast his own battle there. If you do, the vortex will get wind and it will be a catastrophe, right? for our common enemy."

Elma cleverly lifts Weitz.

Weitz naturally knows that, too.

It was a falsification.

"So what about the treatment of the pivotal prey?

"That takes precedence on the side where you put your hand earlier. Of course I regret it, but I will keep my word. However, if the force is broken or temporarily attempted to withdraw, or if it is pushed to an overwhelming disadvantage, it may be added to this, in which case the right is transferred by the added party."

Hehe, and Weitz laughed.

I see, it's not quite a deal, I guess.

It's a spidery rush.

At first glance, even if it looks equal, I can't be used in this way to throw away pawns.

Weitz made the Elmas look past the thoughts of the earthspiders.

"Would it?

"Yes, sir."

I couldn't wait to, Elma laughed feeling.

Only then will her natural grin probably appear.

To the snoring of that spirit, but Weitz finds himself bewildered by an unusual work of art.

So I was answering Elma's offer with no guarantee whatsoever.

"I see, interesting"

That is, responding.

Even Elma was breathtaking at the speed of that decision.

"Your Excellency, is it possible that you are an idiot?

"Maybe."

Poop, and Elma's cheeks changed from a glossy hue to that of an exalted maple (in a cover).

I fell in love.

It just doesn't mean much to me.

She is the daughter who could only preserve the peace of mind by recognizing as her lover all the men involved in enduring the hardships that kept engraving on her.

It's just that Isma was the only one in it who was special.

"I will honor your decisiveness, judgment and admiration."

"The rhetoric is good. Tell me more."

Hearing the revelations of Elma's plans, Weitz went back to the task of loving Ernest.

As she left, Elma looked back, one thing, what she had heard.

"Your Excellency's immediate decision, you were brilliant. I just want to ask you one more thing when I disturb you, and it's the immediate backing of that decision. You must have a powerful trump card, right?

"Before the game starts, there's nothing left to teach you to hand tags. Enjoy the change in our plot at best, you earthspider witch.

However, if you find out at the moment of the settlement or that you were plotting against me, it seems that way because that's what makes you regret being born.

You and your earthspiders will live long enough, but we will never remind you of your aunt.

I'll remind you of the true night of eternity. "

I guess he's already lost interest in Elma or something. Weitz makes Ernest sound like an instrument.

The pathetic examination is a trick that can't help but squeeze the audience's chest up.

Blurring, Elma walked away and sifted alone.

To fear, not.

Intolerable sensuality. It also included a feeling of doom.

A creepy quiet night arrived.

Despite the search for the death of Theon and Ashley, I couldn't grasp the footsteps of the Weights.

But Zion still felt the intense signs, and as a physical proof, the snow clouds did not leave.

It was not until that evening, at a time when departure from the port was no longer possible, that the Special Envoy of the Pope's Office accepted the recommendation to withdraw from the Catel Island side.

No, skilled sailors do flat things like leave the port at night if even the weather is decent.

It was the snow that made it real, but it wasn't.

It's just that there's nothing else that kept expressing concern, the top of the institution - that is, the Cardinal: It was just Rahn himself.

Too scared for a high-speed galley ship with a low drainage line in the snowy night sea, or something.

With this in mind and for a reason, Rahn showed off a commander full of good intentions, but incompetent.

The most important technology for politics - it was successful in buying time.

Only loading of loads was to take place throughout the night.

In other words, tonight - the sixth night from the start of the ritual, Catel Island will be greeted with a Pope's Office envoy.

It was a dangerous condition.

Regular grunting continued.

Although Catel Island is not a volcanic island, it is a volcanic zone with mantle looming near the surface, as can be seen from the emergence of hot springs.

Some of the Islanders said it was a foretaste of a huge tsunami.

Some even testified that when the island sounded, they saw phosphorescence emanating from the summit.

And then something happened that I feared.

Many of the Knights of Catel Hospital began to complain of ill health.

Dyspepsia.

Dizziness.

Aerial cough.

Fever.

Chills.

None of the symptoms were fatal, similar to the cold, but five hundred people already had the symptoms.

However, he was still highly motivated and everyone dealt with it while drinking pot water.

I was wrong.

Things were already too late when members who were suspicious of a sudden mass epidemic discovered that it was a toxin.

Each separately harmless substance, contained separately in drinking water and food, was bound in the gut to produce toxins.

This toxin, which twitches and erodes the human body and gradually causes a decline in the functioning of the gut, has characteristics similar to those of a cold since then.

I had a bite to taste and it wasn't poison that I could finally discover.

It was from the evening of the second full day from the beginning of the ritual, that is, the day Isma was puppeted by the sisters of Ele and Elma, that the toxin continued to be mixed all the time.

It was cleverly mixed in the process of making bread, and in the process of transporting drinking water.

Not all of that would have happened, but it was enough to put the tissue into dysfunction.

Worst of all, it also appeared in the deepest part of the facility, among the personnel involved in the ritual of the ongoing transformation of the Iris.

Occasionally, chaos strikes the scene.

The Knights of Catel Hospital were out of control, of course, because they were not a U.N. crowd.

But still, different problems surfaced.

That's what a staff of 1,000 people would do with seven days and seven nights of insomnia rest.

Food, and the handling of excreta, humans create enormous problems just by stopping by.

By the time Norman started to be wary of Isma, the planting was already over.

But at least only the "spindle" capable men were safe.

Whatever the fierce poison of the dead - the exercise of "spindle" abilities is also about controlling the flesh with "Him" of the Will.

While participating in the ritual, Dashkamarier was supplied with all the moisture and nutrients from the (Construx), and the same was true for the body of the Iris, so this was not a problem.

But the problem was that personnel had to be transported out of hidden passages for treatment, treatment.

At least one person must be accompanied by a "Spindle" ability to know the tease.

It was there that Norman had a headache.

That's like pointing the enemy in the direction to the center to be guarded dead.

And that's exactly what the spider killers drew.

"This situation - it's like when you were dealing with the Knights of Worship."

"The Knights of Worship? What's that?"

"Mankind, but the King of Diseases: culminating in Playgulft Darelli Darna - a bunch of fanatics who see the filthy and abominable diseased as the" next trigger for mankind, the key ”

Last night, after finishing his break, Norman kept Isma at his side at all times.

A female killer who testifies that Isma has captured and now follows her obediently as a shadow: so does Ele.

In the name of military council, is.

I actually did, too.

I even had him present for important policy decisions in the future.

By doing so, Norman essentially put these two under surveillance.

It was practically two whole days away until the end of the ritual.

I had to hold out at all costs.

Of course, they're bound to move.

The Night Devil, the Earthspiders, maybe the Pope's Office.

It was sanctimonious.

"You're human, but you worship the devil? Those are a lot of people, thank you."

Isma gave it back to Norman in the usual energetic weather.

He asks me what kind of hand to use.

Norman replied head-on.

"Declining supplies and depleting food reserves is fundamental in the fundamentals of the military, but drinking water as part of it - that is, polluting wells - is a common means in siege warfare.

The means of attacking enemy fortifications with germs such as pesto, cholera, and diarrhoea can be described as the usual means of attacking a castle since ancient times. "

So is this one this time.

This one, and Norman said as he slapped the table with his fingers covered in cages with detailed maps of Catel Island.

"But the Knights of Worship are off track.

Instead, it should be said that the means and purpose are inverted from the ordinary person.

For them, a city is a “laboratory" and a castle fortress is a “ranch”.

To grow new diseases, new roots. As a result, the castle fortifications, the urban state, are defeated and perished, but that is no longer the imprint of humanity.

There is no king to rule, polluted, seedbed - only the earth of death spreads. "

"It's not cool. Is that what you get? What about, uh, the Knights of Hibbyo or something?

"It is in the world contaminated by that madness that new hope springs up, they say. I believe my own experiments will produce it. It's impossible to understand."

"This time, it looks just like that?

"No, it's more like the way a spider does it, either way. The demons unleashed by the Knights of Worship are more powerful. There is no forgiveness. That's why I'm often caught in the crossroads. Well, at least not like the Knights Under the Moon."

Norman looked at Isma with an awesome grin.

Isma also responds with a thin grin like paper.

"Oh, Nah, me, what's a snake? Suspected?

"Well, then, yes."

A moment of tension bred between each other, Norman said lightly.

But it was Norman who broke the tension.

"It sure isn't like a night demon.

But if you look at this fight, it all looks that way.

Believing in the strength of their abilities, but having powerful individuals worthy of chronic attention, the demons showed a terrible collaboration this time at night when they did not engage in the military action they had previously organized.

The people who have marched to my Catel Island are not the same as before.

Also, Isma, is the Devil aware that there is a connection between you and His Highness Zion at night?

If so, the first thing you need to think about is if you are a militant to create a crack between our Knights of Catel Hospital, who are fighting with them... I believe this is a plot by the Knights of the Moon.

I don't know for sure. "

I believe you, Norman said.

"This poison must belong to the earthspider, right? The disciple of the discoverer is indeed a brilliant man, but he cannot identify other species of poison as quickly as he could. You're the one who got wise, aren't you?

"Ah, did you find out? Yeah. Definitely, unfortunately."

When I say it, I wonder if the corners will stand in many places.

Isma laughed naggingly.

"But it was his excellence to read the book," Blue and Blunt Crucible "?

Izma said as she took the medicine book out of her nostalgia and placed it on the table.

'Cause first responders are always treated as prime suspects.'

Of course, Norman said he was prepared to believe that you acted.

"There is no lethal effect on this poison itself. In addition, with the formula deciphered from" Blue Blunt Crucible ", things are apparently headed toward sedation. I position this situation as a psychological trap sprinkled by the Night Demon side to be able to crack our ties. I have to treat five hundred patients, so I can't help it."

"I don't appreciate it, thanks. Friendship beyond race."

To Norman's interpretation, Isma showed him stroking his jaw firmly.

To that appearance, Norman narrows his eyes and slowly takes his seat.

"Friendship At last, for a moment only, can I leave this place to you? Time for an alternation. If we don't measure the time to rest well, we'll have a whole day to go."

Norman said as he took his seat.

This man, who looks like an unspoiled battleship, is also human.

I can't keep fighting without a complete break.

"Are you sure?

"Why? I have here you and the daughter of the earthspider who became its faithful servant. Isn't that a stone? By comparison, I'm a little overstuffed with roots. I need to rest when I can. I still have a mouthful of Xiao. If the devil's going to set us up at night, it'll be around the middle of the night."

Norman briefly drowned his lesson on the long battlefield.

That's just great, and Isma rode her ass horse, adding further.

"Well, why don't you finally give this co a try? You don't experience boulders, do you?

"What?"

"No, that's why I don't know if it's for later school. When you interrogate or something, it's easier to know a lot about it, isn't it, like, subanthropology? You know, the stash of dark utensils, the physical exams, right?

I was wondering if we could deepen our interactions?

The expression could also be lost from Norman's face on the boulder to Isma's offer.

Hahaha, and Isma laughs lightly, but that makes the place freeze.

But after a few seconds of silence, Norman took the offer.

That was a peeling remark if there was a human being present on this occasion who knew a man named Norman.

"Right. So shall we? Sometimes, really."

A battlefield is a place where life and death intersect in an instant.

Thus, unconsciously, organisms continue to be manipulated by their survival instincts.

For example, lust.

The instinct to leave one's own offspring before death is very natural.

There are no exceptions, it's just that the exposure varies so much from individual to individual.

And the presence of Norman might have been a man in that sense, too.

"May I entrust my report to His Highness Theon?"

Norman, who received Ele's flesh from Isma, told Isma.

"Ah? Oh, sure, okay?

It was just an unexpected surprise that even Isma, who said it, would be disturbed.

"Well, take your time."

But the voice on Norman's back detaining Ele, who turned him into a puppet, had already regained that light Isma tune.