Sanzen no Souru Supina

"I don't think I can destroy you with this level of weaponry."

While eating it, the intention seeped out that I wish I could be powerless.

"No, Night Demon Knight. Omae can't touch Zion."

Ashley shields herself as she tries. Protect Zion.

to disrespectful livestock waters, but Weitz did not exasperate (cheer), etc.

Hmm, only a sigh similar to the admiration leaked.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, isn't it? A human knight."

So, just as we made it Scion, Weitz named it.

Then I said.

"Let's hear your name," he said.

Regardless, Ashley will also be named back.

"Ashledau Balaje. The Balaje family? That's not an unknown name."

Ashle intuited when she saw Weitz smiling as she felt, tough.

Weitz has not insulted Ashley as a livestock.

Rather, it's like admitting to being a great adversary.

That's respect, you might call it.

It seems odd, but respect is a concept that transcends enemy allies.

And respect and respect can exist at the same time.

Ashle's experience shows that those who insult their enemies can be cruel in choosing their means, but are susceptible to shredding their feet and self-destruction.

On the contrary, anything that respects the enemy is ruthless and doesn't misfinger it.

Because it's hard to risk the stupidity of losing weight.

As the opposing enemy, the latter was overwhelmingly more dangerous and formidable.

At the same time, Ashle was awed that Norman could cross with this mighty opponent for so long.

It conveys a power that is not familiar with just being confronted, and a strength of spirit as a knight.

"I believe the destruction of my battalion began with your pre-emptive attack."

Weitz named Ashley with the attitude that he was more impressed than blamed.

"It was a calm, ruthless blow. That light strip - did you say" Shivnir "- is great stuff. It would change the snail of war if you had in mind that you could take the lead with such weapons"

Ashley understood that Weitz was saying in the dark whether he was willing to be a comrade or not.

Just because I understood, I didn't feel comfortable responding.

Hey, I provoked you with a procedure that invites your palms up.

You're welcome. Call me, he said.

Norman's wounds are deep enough to lead to death. But if I can handle it now, I have a wish.

In order to do so, it was necessary to jerk off this enemy.

The intent is good. A delightful color with no hanging on Weitz's face floated.

Ashley knows how that feels. It was exaltation when he was blessed with a good enemy on the battlefield.

And I tried to move it and I figured it out - the right hand wound is almost blocked already.

The healing power is incredibly increasing. Much more than ever.

I'm not going to pull it here. Ashley thinks.

Behind you is Theon, and at the end of his gaze is Iris and the people who are putting their lives at risk to save that Iris - Dashkamarier too.

We have to release Isma from the curse and apply a handful to Norman.

That's why you challenge.

But the Ashlets who think so don't realize that at some point the water is starting to fill their feet.

By the time I realized it was all starting and things were going so far that I couldn't take it back.

Yes - "She” is here.

Suddenly, a waterfall struck the back yard.

That "Heliomedusa": of the power to be comparable to Tashtuka's manipulative "Calamity Blue," however, it was subtly controlled and surely struck down only the enemy.

Weitz's giant assimilated to countless blades wrapped around the Throtter Rim was slammed to the rock floor as if it were a toy.

Not only that, the waterfall became a tide and continued to push its flesh against the rock floor under superpressure.

A gigantic body, perhaps comparable to a military horse in total weight, is stopped by an overwhelming stream of water.

The earthspiders were just too sorry.

Ele responded instantly at a time when Elma was still divine.

I didn't just say that.

Still in a trans state, he joined forces to protect Isma from diving consciousness into ritual de-curses.

It was a film that resembled a "water spider" to dive underwater.

But it also doesn't kill off the mighty pressure, it twists and retreats.

It seemed only a matter of time before even Ashle's eyes a giant "chi chi," for that junction to be pushed out.

Is the water circulating or does it not run out?

On the contrary, the guts and blood build-up have been wiped away and replaced sometime by clean, terribly transparent water.

The transparency seemed to be exactly the same as it was now used in rituals and immersed in Iris.

Ashle watched in the backyard universe with high ceilings with the thought of being struck in awe by the sarcasm it was transferring.

It was like an angel.

From a huge water bottle (Amphora) dedicated to holding with both hands, a waterfall is blown that purifies with a roaring sound.

The light that illuminates the back yard reflects on its appearance, making her float so divinely.

He wrapped a golden ornament around him naked.

He received a luxurious crown.

Chains stretching from its neck, arms, and legs tied together with the water bottle, naked only hidden by wet, rich hair, eyes closed - instead the face of an angel of beauty sculpted into the water bottle had made Ashle, no, swoop (snap) the world.

"" Harrut "... no way -" Amphora of Purification "- wasn't it a monumental artifact? Wasn't it just Sister Gisele's Quantaxim?"

The voice leaking through Ashle's throat was full of bitterness.

Ashley knows the water bottle.

If you only rated it, it would go beyond "Rose Absolute" - the most advanced artifact of the existing Focus, which was "Harlot".

According to the legacy, before the world became what it is today, it was assumed that God was responsible for one wing, if not all, of the miracle of ruin he used to purify the filthy world, one of them, the Great Flood.

"Focus" - The artifact in the artifact owned by the EXTRAM Pope's Office is now there.

Even Ashley only knows that in the inventory.

It was documented that it could continue to evoke clean water, which could be described as almost inexhaustible, and that it was even a "focus" on manipulating its flow freely and, on the contrary, being able to dominate the water called neighboring water.

Water cure is an era that was the foundation of the reign.

Abuse, if converted, was the product capable of large-scale destruction that could even submerge a country.

That is why, even in the year of the catastrophic drought, it was never unsealed and severely punished.

Unsealing it, Gisele, Lahn, no, the Pope's Office was bringing it to Catel Island.

That is a sign of intent that the Pope's Office has determined that it is okay to sink this island, in some cases from island to island - in the worst case scenario.

Furthermore, the reality in which it is used should have been considered that everything was progressing, in line with the worst scenario that could be envisaged.

Just as the Night Devils were bringing in the Slater Rim, the Spiders the Heliomedusa, and their respective trumpets, so was the Pope's Office, and it was examining the hand that was supposed to be.

No, it was sweeter to think.

But who would have guessed such a trump card?

Gisele traced back the water flow and moved here. With Focus for widespread extermination.

Exactly, like an angel blowing the trumpet of judgment.

A battle broke through Ashle's spine. The angel's face and eyes met.

"I, from this earth, will come down from heaven with you all the uncleanness."

The words were uttered by pronouncements that spoke directly to the brain.

At the same time, the water currents gained momentum and tightened Weitz up to try to escape that cage.

Ele shelters Elma, who broke her knee, but can no longer resist it.

Crawling on the ground, I manage to only protect Isma through, but how long will it hold?

And yet Ashley understands.

Gisele said, "Harrut" has shown little power.

That's obvious from the small amount of torque on the spindle there.

Gisele and her Focus: It's not even an attack on Weitz or the Spiders for Harlot.

Simply to the extent that they are in control of the person from whom they should be excluded, just to create a meeting place with Ashley.

As it proves, the water around Ashle and Zion and Norman remains quiet.

Not yet.

"You, Holy Knight: Ask Ashledau Balaje. imposed, sacramental affairs - no wonder '

I guess Gisele's consciousness is in perfect tune with the connected Focus: Harlot.

Speaking in an obnoxious ancient language, Ashley was stuck in words.

It's like an archangel in the Bible. One of them, heavy pressure every time he's relative.

By the way, there was a certainty in Ashle that Giselle could destroy each of these backyards immediately - no, she would.

The Pope's Office is not a mere threat to allow the use of the Harlot.

However, what is strange is how that calm and thoughtful Magest VI made such a decision. Ashley thinks. Yes, Ashley doesn't know the death of Majest VI yet.

And you don't know that this judgment is by Redamaria Cruz, who controlled Conclave over the month and was newly seated girl Pope: Vergines I - that is, Ashle's childhood friend.

"Sacred service is still unfinished"

That was all I could squeeze.

Still, metal eyes gazed at Ashley.

Probably didn't have a few seconds. Ashley felt it for a long time.

"Then fulfill it"

That is, take back the Holy Relic: Rose Absolute Hands of Glory, Gisele said. The water currents swirled as they shot through Ashle's chest.

On its back was Zion to be protected.

The memory of that day, when he left the Pope's office after taking his life, came back to life behind Ashley's head.

It's only two months since that day. Yet I realized that I had come a long way.

Ashle looked back at Zion once.

The surface of the deep colored eyes was quiet and waveless.

Ashle looked at Gisele again. Then I told him. Separate.

No, I tried to tell you.

I couldn't.

Because…….

"Please Wait"

Totally unexpected, I heard a nostalgic voice.

Too much Ashley palpitated.

Burton was there.

How the hell did you break in?

No, I didn't understand why he was here in the first place, and Ashle's body trembled.

"Young, the heavy burden on you, please think about it now. If it's like all the clan royalists - above all, to you, Mother."

Flying the water, Burton's rhetoric burst on his knees, and Ashle's heart swayed.

Burton is a butler, a trusted spy, and a father who tends to be away: a man who slapped Ashley into his way of life as a man instead of Gresnau.

The words reminded me of my mother: Sophia's gentle smile and plush hands, and I blamed Ashley.

At an early age, the mansion where I lived with my parents, Eunice, Redamaria, and Giseltregia - the shadows and smells of the nostalgic people - revived memories in varying ways, flirting (of course) with Ashle.

If it is to be the rebellion of the Holy Knight, as Burton points out, tiredness (rubbish) extends to the clan royalist party.

Sophia may be branded a heretic. It could be a burn. Even in the wake of the Pope's warmth, he is often imprisoned and confined.

Ashle is the only heir to the Balaje family, so the house is undoubtedly destroyed.

Ashley is not a hero described in the epic poem.

As a person born into noble blood muscles, he is naturally a living person, even though he was raised to assume the responsibilities and bear them again.

Parents, relatives, relatives, acquaintances and servants, their families.

Even if they were in Ashley's only nineteen years of life, they were indistinctly involved.

I should have known.

It should have been something I was prepared for when I escaped Ignaş territory and fled to this island of Katel with Isma and Zion.

I should have chosen the decision.

But like this, Burton tells me that I'm going to shake my heart.

Probably been on the same road as the Pope's Office envoy.

It is unclear whether that was his own "will" or a bitter choice to preserve the destiny and lifeblood of the Balaje family, which Ashle has consequently renounced.

The time to understand is no longer here.

This would be Larn's money.

Artifact: Poking a mighty weapon called "Harut," he cuts a card of negotiation - a trump card that appeals to human reason - without hesitation (cum).

Ashley and the rest of the old man's spicy arm (Lazwan) house. That's the strength of a man named Larn.

As a result, the card named Burton was unleashed at the worst possible time for the Ashlets and was working at its best.

Ashley just has to bite her lips off so much that she bleeds. He was shot through his chest by an arrow named Reality, shuddering as he shuddered.

The same decision, Father: Gressnaughty was pressed.

I was compelled to give my life at a price.

To keep the family, and to reward, even if the catfish have changed to their promises to Theon.

I don't know what to do. Ashley asks herself. I wanted time.

But reality is cruel.

"Do you understand? Young people are confused. Please, cut off the confusion, and return with us to the new Pope."

Saying, Barton disconnected, not even trying to confirm Ashley's intentions.

And he gave Ashle the long sword he carried.

This, and Ashley groans.

I knew the sword.

It was a martial bone sword. It was a pragmatic sword. Yet it seemed to Ashle that some elegance arose because there was some kind of heart in the supreme, whether it was fruit or profit.

Ashley knew the sword. Prometergia - Head of the Knights of Catel Hospital: It's the sword of Zabelzaft.

"May all strays and enemies be defeated with this sword," said Captain Zabelzaft.

Guru felt the world spin.

Burton was in contact with the Knights of Catel Hospital: Zabelzaft.

More technically, Burton had first contact with Norman, and that's how he got it.

Barton met Zabelzaft, and has borrowed that sword.

Ashley doesn't know how it happened.

What does this mean? So Ashley got confused.

You're in a predicament, and Zabel gave you back your hands?

Are you trying to seal your mouth by blaming the night demons and earthspiders, Izma, and Zion for the tragedy that struck this Catel Island and the ensuing upside, sweeping them away?

You made a deal with the Islanders, the Knights and the Church, and, to protect Dashkamarier, with the Pope's Office?

Did Norman know about this?

If you knew, why didn't you let Ashley reward you?

You want me to stand up for you as the human side? Take this Promethel Gear and discuss Scion?

In an instant, every suspicion blew through my chest.

I couldn't believe anything, I couldn't figure it out, and Ashley almost prayed to God.

No, I'm sure he would have prayed.

We need to see the words engraved on the received sword, on its blade.

Salvation, would have been (...).

- "Friends. Override. Statutes. Destiny. A closed world. And... myself.”

I'm sure that was just a coincidence.

It was nothing more than such a sort of escape for a cornered man to find words like it in the Apocalypse and Scripture and consider it a heavenly revelation.

The letters were scratches.

Unmatched by a polished body, it was an indestructible carved wound.

The wound must have been engraved by one of our historic owners - from before it became the Knights of Catel Hospital.

That was the only coarse shredding and did not fit with the design of the sword.

It didn't fit, but this is how it was handed down from generation to generation. It was sent to a believing friend with a sword.

To a believing friend...

Ashley hallucinated a spark running behind her brain.

I thought I saw the answer.

This is trust, Ashley received.

From who? Zabel's "will" as the general intent of the Knights of Catel Hospital, Norman's, and the man who jumped it into the dead - Burton's, its life-threatening.

I can't put it into words or anything, and if I do, it'll all go back to blisters - bets.

Like crossing over a blade.

Ashley, yes, I got it.

The mist that was hanging in my head cleared up in an instant.

Ashle grabbed the sword, pulled it out, and swung it down at once.

To Burton.