Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Stop it, Irisberda"

I heard a voice from downstairs.

Who's calling me? and Gisele reacted.

But what really reacted was the holy thing that manipulated that Gisele as if it were a doll - the Iris himself.

The appearance of Illis, in one way or another, was majestic.

I was protected by wings and bouquets, music and songs.

The pure white nakedness was there, however, not already human, but in the appearance of a holy one that shredded away unnecessary and wasteful.

In other words, the whole end - a catachy with a purely elaborate human ideal - deviated from the appearance of life with contradictions - was one piece of art.

It is the ritual of the rebirth of the Virgin Mary and the presence created by its rampage.

Time, cooking, twisting concepts to establish.

But the man who stood on his knees on the floor that had been destroyed and stopped his cause.

Izmagalum Hidunhi - the forgotten king of earthspiders.

He was supposed to have been turned into a doll by Ele and Elma, two assassins.

However, there is a "will" clearly in the words that have now been thrown toward Illis.

Ugh, the assassin sisters groaned at his feet.

Spit out the water as you pretend.

His eyes opened softly, Ele and Elma looked up to Isma, who stood to shelter them both.

They don't have enough power to stand up anymore.

It's true that until the last squeeze, we've exhausted all our power to shelter Isma.

My whole body was severely bruised and abrased.

"I'm sorry, I almost did"

As I looked up at Iris, Isma apologized to the two of them.

That's all, you two feel rewarded.

And Isma stood up as the two sentiments conveyed.

"Stop it, Illis. No more, no more."

Isma said. Do not rewrite the human heart. Even if it was an enemy...

With a deep smile of mercy, Illis tilted his neck to show it.

That's not what I meant.

I don't understand Isma's words, that means.

Why?.

Wherever there is “evil” in replacing enemies with allies.

"Of life, of living, of autonomy - especially with miracles, with goodness - we must not intervene."

Let go of her.

Isma said. With sincerity that I can't think of from my usual words and deeds.

No, this is Isma, with Ele and Elma falling on the floor, I think.

This is the kind of man that made you two fall in love.

And at the same time, he showed himself to Isma.

It was dangerous, I felt. That relative angel - no, is it right to call her the Virgin Mary - in the absence of that overly complete “evil," wary of signs backed by absolute goodness.

And yet, there's no more force in your whole body.

The Virgin Mary, called Illis, calls Ashle by her side, who remains weak.

The hand, which can be both a wing and a petal, carries the flesh to Englis.

Water is drained from its lungs by the incredible Hiragana, and breathing is restored.

Twice, three times, and Ashley throws up water.

Illis cheeks on the cold Ashle flesh.

so as to share your fever. Cuddle over to a rich breast.

Block Norman's wounds in the same way.

And while I do, I won't stop rewriting Gisele.

The two were inconsistent “goodness” for her, and a comeback "salvation".

Salvation by charity - the unmistakable love of a man who became a knight and husband who risked his life for Mizu, and the rewriting of a woman who was once an adversary and, secondly, an orthodox fiancée, as an accessory to that perpetual robbery - they were not perfectly contradictory and were concluded in England as "salvation".

Why does Isma try to stop it?

If you try it for Illis, this was the mystery.

But he will surely understand. This correctness.

So now is the time to do it. It's time for Salvation.

That's what the divine smile of Illis had told him.

Relative Isma feels an unspeakable disgust there - evil enough to make her nauseous.

Isma was angry that it was an act that tarnished the dignity of life, autonomy, and the will.

"Stop."

I said, step, I took it.

I looked like Illis was in trouble. That's an attitude toward being hit with unspeakable anger by Isma.

With deafening, but loving, unattractive eyes at the child, Iris sees Isma.

Then, equally, he wrapped Isma with his bright white hands, gently.

I tried to tell him. Correctness. Don't be mean. “Good." Love.

"No - Illis. There is nothing wrong with loving, believing, or wanting a better world. Not really."

Not really - so don't distort others by "doing so" to make it happen.

It must be endogenous and spontaneous.

The only thing that we can do to influence, even if it does, is to barely allow it - to work externally.

If you're referring to humans as a single book - you're the only one who can draw words into that page.

How do you perceive words from others, actions, acts - that is, judgment, "will" - must belong to that person.

You shouldn't decide.

That man's will must belong to that man.

Isma was crying. I screamed and tried to tell him.

Iris tries to wipe those tears as if to abate the toddler.

Isma shook her head. I'm not. It's not like that.

"I can't be part of your dream."

Then I chose to separate.

At that time, write as much as you can about what happened.

It was reconstituted so that Izma's flesh was turned upside down.

That was somewhere resembling what Iris looked like.

He was pure, complete, and therefore sad.

Beautiful but lonely, as supreme but lonely (Seikuba), sharpened but therefore untouchable - haunting such an air.

A beautiful golden flesh, both armor and sculpture, was embedded with a number of red treasures reminiscent of the eyes.

"Ibizus... we are... lost and God"

The two earthspider princesses, falling down, rose up to lean over, and called his name.

Isma had merged himself with the divine and venerated being, Ibizus.

It was a choice to keep up with one's beliefs and fight against the perpetuation, and at the same time a dangerous bet.

Whenever you vibrate its Chiba, Isma is diluted and diluted.

For example, extreme ability to retreat even overload: "Moonshine Favor" was a phenomenon that treated this Ibizus flesh as a "focus," causing Isma's to use it as a catalyst.

Each time, Isma's body and spirit are reduced.

as a price.

Teasing and making noises, the "puppet needle" that should have stood in its flesh fell out.

"More quickly, this is what I should have done... the two thoughts were surprisingly strong... and it took me a long time to break the curse."

As I thanked them for what they loved, Izma said looking back at them only once.

The "puppet needle" shot in by Ele was not just Ele's, but Elma's "spindle" was also worked out.

That means you have to dismantle the two curses simultaneously and in parallel to break that curse.

But Isma's point was not simply to refer to its complexity.

It was about - the depth of love for Isma practiced there.

If it were a hostile "one", Isma, who encloses Ibizas, the very flesh of God, would have neutralized the "puppet needle" without so much time.

Ibis was an evil god, a god of conspiracy and plot. Malice is the root of that "one or the other".

However, what the two princess witches poured was an unusual thing of love, admiration and affection, even if it was distorted.

It was also the love still poured on the man who betrayed us.

Ele and Elma have shown the whole story in their actions that it is not just about rumors.

Now he also defended Isma from the frenzy of desolate violence.

That's strength. Strength. Invisible, but definitely a working Hiraki.

Still, only once, Isma untied the restraint.

It's the moment Ele is caught up in the attack that Ashle, Scion and Norman have shown in tandem.

Priority was given to sheltering Ele.

I waved "Hiraki" for it. As a result, the curse failed.

But if we moved the point of view to a different angle, we could also say that restraint by Ele and Elma has, on the contrary, protected Isma's lifeblood.

Because manifesting this Ibizus was a betting, one or eight, of abandonment for Isma.

Self-sacrificing - Isma herself hated the word wholeheartedly - because it was an act.

Isma thanked him for that.

Please don't, and Ele and Elma, two princess witches begged (cancer).

Because I get it.

How powerful Isma's "Hiragana" is now to be exercised, and hence how draining Isma - possibly transferring the existence of Isma to the past, present, and future - that is, from memory, an act that may erase it.

Maybe the two princess witches, they understood.

Whilst Isma had so many trumpets, why, in the first phase of encounter, did she not shake it up and, on the contrary, spoil it and receive a "puppet needle"?

Why not?

Or did Isma not try to accept their resentment and admiration?

Didn't you know that there are things (...) that can only be cleared up by doing so?

I mean, wasn't it all a ploy to take that heart, not to get rid of our own earthspider killer?

A ploy to help someone's heart - I dared to target myself for it.

The reasoning of the two princesses is correct.

That's why Ele and Elma screamed. Voices only.

"My lord! Sir - Master Izma! Don't, that's all -"

But Izma didn't stop.

Ilis reacted to the concentration of "Hiragana".

Extreme and extreme collide.

White and gold collide, the sounds disappear, the colors are lost, and there is no other thing in heaven or earth...

Guru, the world turns.

In the middle of it, Ashle regained consciousness.

I thought I heard someone.