Sanzen no Souru Supina

Giselle felt the glorious touch her spirit, her place.

Beyond the giant water column - from behind.

Wrap around the flowers above and the smell of milk.

The water broke.

If you have been pushed away, if you don't get more songs for that matter, you don't get any sign of such signs anywhere.

The desolate surface of the water became perfect and quiet, cracking as it should be.

To put it briefly, it would have been impossible to push through.

That means, for one thing, a “miracle” happened.

Filled with joy and excitement that he was finally able to monopolize Ashley, Gisele was a little late to notice the anomaly.

Then I thought.

Why? and.

I didn't do anything.

We have not ordered Harlot to halt the attack yet.

The main dish - because Dash Camarie is still there.

I don't know what the hell ritual it is, but there's so much to ask the Archbishop, who was locked up until this happened.

It is not something we learned, such as the success or failure of the ritual, but the fact that we did not report the existence of such an institution to the Pope's Office and were concealing it remains unchanged.

The officials who once inspected the cathedral were deceived.

They faked it.

The Knights of Catel Hospital, its chief archbishop: Dashkamarier, performed the ritual there in secret.

You'll need to listen to me.

Be careful.

Even if you don't want to talk, I'll make you talk.

Interrogation.

It is with the grace of His Holiness, the representative of God, that He has made us, the Holy Relics Management Division, a false Giseltregia Auvergne.

I'll have the corresponding consideration paid - that's what I was thinking.

So my feet cracked, and at the same time the water column behind them cracked as if the curtain (Misu) were going up - and when it came down, I couldn't react.

Gently, it was taken by shining hands.

The water of "Harlot" touching his hand disappears without even raising a bump.

What, I thought. I tried to look back.

I couldn't.

It's like dealing with broken goods. It wrapped Gisele.

Just with a trick like a big white bird hiding the kids under his wing.

Warm, clean - incensed like freshly washed sheets exposed to sunlight.

Its tenderness is soft, enveloping Gisele to stain.

Giselle was merciful, as she wrapped her hands around a bird that had fallen from her nest.

Gisele was driven by fear.

That was because it was enough that Gisele could not get while she wanted.

He was a born psychic.

Gisele was born to manifest her abilities even though her brothers, who should be heirs to the family, were buried without expressing the Spindle.

If I was touching the water, I could see, hear and say anything.

My father, my mother, my brothers, and my servants - were kind, but even if the kindness was somewhere comparable, with fear at the bottom, it would have been all I had.

I was scared. A genius named Giselle.

And they were dismayed at the fate of the Aubergnes, who did not carry it as they expected.

It was nothing but the tenderness of the servants and the confusion.

That's what Gisele figured out.

It was painfully clear that Gisele wore the mask of the dogma.

It was so hard to breathe that I couldn't live without being convinced and giving up on the strange child, the unusual child.

Taoism is a job to do strange things.

Nobody thinks that's crazy.

So I decided it would be a dogma.

And I kept asking myself, in my mind, is that the case in every house?

Those who had gained unwanted alienation continued to ask whether they had no choice but to live with such cramped thoughts, distorting themselves into discipline and habit.

When I first visited the Balaje family of forgiveness, I learned that it was not.

I know Gisele, who stayed at everything.

Ashle's backless tenderness, the strength of his heart to believe in humans, and the statute of his own blood - it is a "spindle" ability, the magnitude of the measure by which he can positively accept his duties as a nobleman, where exactly the richness of the soil was cultivated.

It is not just the presence of Father: Gresnau or Mother: Sofia.

Servants, including his childhood friends Eunice Frau, Ledamaria, and Burton, who served as a short-liver - and he was shown the history of the Balaje family, who have continued to nurture their lineage in a businesslike manner an environment capable of giving Ashle a rich humanity.

Right now, the fear Giselle feels about this warmth is similar to what she remembered at that time.

He learned the unspeakable fear of his status as a pardon offered by the Balaje family - that he would eventually be welcomed as Ashle's wife and accepted as a member of his lineage and spinning.

I was afraid to reveal that I was not really from that side.

When the mask of the painstakingly worn dogma was stripped off, what the hell kind of self would be exposed to - I didn't feel like a faceless void was there.

So I distanced the promotion of the Holy Knight to term.

Something I can't manage to break, I thought.

I even thought about wearing a boy like no one else.

I even wondered if it would be taken away as a concubine.

In order to do this, the other man must be superior to both the Auvergne and Balaje families.

I had the right person. He is the Cardinal.

Of course, I preferred it.

I don't like men who are fat, too dead, or shady.

And a white feather arrow stood on Larn.

It should have been such an impure motive at first. But somehow it was really fascinating.

Rahn's truthfulness is only made of knowledge and skill, and an unlimited interest in truth.

Kindness is only a courtesy, a mask, for Rahn to successfully cross the priesthood.

That mind is truly ruthless - even against what is of interest to me... no, only if I'm interested.

And how outrageous a man can be if he is to satisfy his curiosity.

That kept wearing the mask of the dogma, and the fruit of it, I knew too well for Gisele, who had been continually flirting with excessively powerful aliens.

As ruthlessly ordered by Rahn - whether that be holy service or disloyal service - Giselle's heart will never rest.

Gisele learns to be full of what is required by cruelty, like that.

So Giselle was struck by Ashle's actions, who with "Shivnir" exercised without hesitation a dangerous extensively exterminating powers and should have admired even her own grandfather: the servant who slashed Burton under one sword and chose to separate him from his lineage and the state.

No, I'll be honest. Lusted.

I was wondering if you were becoming a man who could make this decision.

At the same time, I remembered intense dismay and jealousy.

That means Ashle's heart already belongs to the Princess of the Night Devil.

If the Holy Water of the Artifact: Harut "does not burn, Ashle's flesh is not yet of the Night Devil.

I'm just tied to my heart.

But you'll soon find out that it's not a complete puppet.

Otherwise, I can't stand around as quickly as that.

There is no way we can work together as vividly as that.

More importantly, Ashley was bitter about Barton's offer.

That's not what a puppet - a complete servant can do.

In other words, the Princess of the Night Devil plants a strong “romance" and "admiration” in Ashle's heart, thereby encouraging spontaneous action.

That set Giselle's wrath on fire.

Of this woman, for all this, Ashley - does Omae abandon everything?

The moment I thought so, my vision stained bright red.

Why didn't you do it for me?

I should have known it was something like this (...) that couldn't be added to the circle of the Omaes.

I knew it was something (...) that I couldn't get into the side of the light. I should have been there.

Why didn't you come over here?

I went outside the wheel and you didn't do it for me with your muck.

As long as you do that, as long as you do that, I would have stayed by Omae.

It was a rebellion. It was irrational anger.

But it was true.

I sprung the plug, which had been packed tightly with the emotion I had been accumulating, and it flooded out.

As a relentless killing in reality.

And it was because I was drunk with that passion that Gisele was terrified of this “hand” conveying plush.

Don't touch me, I tried to resist. I tried to refuse.

Yet the flesh is stiff, unable to move.

I heard wings.

Petals dance.

The orchestra and the psalms of the celebration pour down.

The light's on.

That's slowly coming from behind.

Step aside.

Touch.

At the same time, Gisele sees the shrew taken in her hands.

Still barely alive.

Breathing has stopped, but the flames of life have not burned out.

“Love you." - That's what I said behind it.

Really, Gisele was beaten to bitter guilt.

I was shocked by Ashley's unusual appearance.

But knowing that it is not derived from one's own heart, I fear even more.

“Love you." - The one behind me held Gisele from behind.

It smelled warm, soft, clean and clean.

You can put it this way.

of the Marginal Good, and.

It seemed to Giselle that she was being touched by the angel itself.

It was too unclean, beautiful, complete - and therefore horrible.

“Love you" - Whenever that's what's behind it, Gisele feels her heart broken with guilt for hurting Ashley every time she feels it, with her love for Ashley overflowing her heart helplessly.

It sounds creepy, crispy, crispy.

Why, why, what's so terrible? I told Ashley.

“Love you" - even though it's not as if you're in the mood to blame, every time you're whispered like that, every time you smell that clean incense, Giselle's heart breaks to be punished intolerably.

Yes, and Gisele nods.

I love you, speak up. Besides, I know there's no other way to be forgiven.

I'll make amends, tears.

Any means used.

I will save this one, I swear.

“Bullshit." - The holy thing behind it receives and undertakes Gisele's oath.

I won't let this one die.

Good, I'm so glad, Gisele dares, turns her throat, whimpers, and discovers herself crushing everything.

The penetration of the holy thing is overwhelming, and Giselle doesn't know if she's already talking, or if the holy thing is talking with Giselle's mouth.

Something (...) is manipulating Gisele instead of his own humble heart, which has been broken by a sneeze.

“But... it's stuffy." - Gisele knew exactly what the Holy One was going to say.

No, maybe it was just pouring in as if what Holy Things were thinking was Gisele's idea.

That's for the future.

It's about the difficulty this dear man is going to face.

Ashledau will crawl around the world turning the Pope's Agency, turning the nation against its enemies and as a heinous heretic.

Just because I think so, Giselle's chest is about to crumble.

No, it's really the merciful heart of the holy thing leaning behind me, but that's what Gisele feels like about me right now.

They're being eroded.

“Could you protect him?" - Katachi was a plea and a suggestion, but the words had an unbearable coercion.

It was an unspeakable pressure to protect Ashledau.

Giselle feels the holy intrude and pour the spirit into her broken and crushed heart.

Just as Gisele sank this backyard in (Harut), every time it increases the song, the irresistible love for Ashley beats Gisele.

I'll protect you, I'll protect you.

There's nothing I can do. Giselle screams. My lips move in search of air when I puff.

Whenever he feels a pounding influx of spirit, Gisele's flesh runs with unprecedented flatulence, filling with heat.

I feel comfortable losing myself.

“A being that will never betray you - will you be a guardian angel" - At last the holy one made the decisive demands Giselle.

Giselle thought that if I did, I would disappear.

At the same time, he said, "What is it?"

There was a voice about how to compare the bearer of such a low heart to the great knight who would eventually be the father of the Savior, and how to hesitate.

That was the ruthlessness of Giselle's taste.

Naturally. Because it was Gisele's own voice.

The intrusion of holy things had already reached that point.

Become the guardian angel of Ashledau.

Something that accompanies and travels with absolute allies, absolute love, perpetual robbery.

That seemed like a great thing.

I felt there was burning there.

Yes. This is the answer, Giselle sensed.

Frozen in the cold, she continues to be frightened, jealous and deceiving herself while admiring the flames of others - there is a way to distinguish herself from such a way of life, Giselle thought.

It's about burning the mistletoe.

To be a flame.

It is to be a flame and to continue to serve the beloved human being.

But Giselle doesn't know. Flames and humans can never be one.

No matter how muddy you crave, if you jump into the fire, humans will burn and die.

The fact that many of the heroes told in myths and legends die in solitude is nothing short of proof to the left.

Burning as harshly, thoroughly, and without even leaving pieces - an almost impossible behavior for humans.

“Be, will you" - keep that fact down, or don't you even think about it - the holy one takes confirmation.

The voice color was only gentle.

Like the Mother of Mercy. Like the Virgin Mary.

At the same time, it was a disobedient act of majesty.

It was a voice that stirred senses against obedience to the Holy Mandate.

Yes, it was the moment Gisele tried to answer.