Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Well... it's getting harder and harder for us on our way."

Dashka Marier's private room contained the appearance of three men besides her.

One is a man with arms and eyes, head of the Knights of Catel Hospital: Zabelzaft.

One is headed by the Knights of Catel Hospital: Norman.

And the last one was the Deacon of the Barrage family, and the man who was supposed to have been slashed by his current lord, Ashledau - Burton.

It is inherently against courtesy and morality to visit a woman's room, which is not a declared lover or wife.

It is notwithstanding in the Greater Grand Main Mountain: Catel Island, which recognizes his wife's belt.

Knowing that, three men now gather there because of the condition of the Archbishop: Dashkamarier.

A week was already about to pass because of the anomaly that struck Catel Island.

Although the island itself inflamed the city of Catel, which is the capital city, it has also seen a rapid recovery of the weather since then, which has led to a rush to rebuild.

More than anything else, they repelled the demons at night.

The people were boiling down to the celebration of victory and the Christmas Festival of St. Ikes, the joy of survival.

The years are about to shift.

But the hearts of the men gathered in the summit were hard to say sunny.

Indeed, the Virgin Mary was reborn.

But the price I paid was too great.

There are hundreds of war fallen in the church alone, and the facilities in the back yard have been destroyed by hopelessness and no prospect of restoration is standing.

Holy Relic: "Construx" is alive and well, but the wear and tear of Dashkamarier dealing with it is remarkable.

Without the aid of rituals, it will be difficult to deal with "constructs" in the future.

More importantly, he was witnessed to everything by the Pope's Office envoy, his Holy Knight: Giseltregia.

He was the one you shouldn't have returned alive.

But after that battle, Gisele disappeared neglectfully.

Did it metastasize, or did it disappear in that light and light bump?

I didn't know.

However, Larnberto Scanabetski, Special Envoy of the Pontifical Agency - which means Cardinal Benestos returned to the Pontifical Agency.

In a month at the latest, at the Pharaoh Palace, they will report everything.

And having received that report, Pope: Vergines I proclaims the activation of the Crusades not long after.

It is not yet possible to tell what that report was about or where this crusade was directed, but it is only at the dawn that the request for its crusade participation reaches the Knights of Catel Hospital that it ends in February.

At this time, the Pope's temple puzzles the Head Office, but that's another story later.

What reports are made from Giseltregia and how Larnberto determines and reports, thereby what action the Pope and the Cardinals take.

At this point everything was a mystery.

"Religious Conferences, do you associate with"

"The arrival of the heretic inquisitor may come first"

"The Virgin Mary… the Pope Mizu may examine the authenticity of her existence and say,"

The three of them said in a different tone.

In summary, here's the thing. We have to clarify the policy of the Knights of Catel Hospital, he said.

"Preserve the Virgin Mary and the Son of the Virgin Mary - the Savior. If Pope Hisashi agrees with this, fine. If not, until I can convince you. And at last, I won't quit the confrontation. We are about to meet the birth of the next generation who can truly transform the world. Don't shake your faith."

From the top of the bed, Dashkamarier said.

Even if he was hung up, his voice dwelt on immovable beliefs.

"Look at reality? What have we stood for, even though we have lost so many compatriots and comrades? Wasn't it to burn the house to the fire, to give the parents, those who were deprived of their children, a home to return to? What was it for that you kept confronting the devil? Wasn't it to drive away business diseases and hard work from this world and to open up and create a world where humans could live as humans? Create a kingdom for a thousand years! With our hands!

Behold, Dashkamarier pointed out the window at the approaching sunset.

There was a circle of people in the distance.

The children were in the center and the adults were kneeling around it.

He took his hat, put it on his chest and prayed.

At the center of it was Iris.

The grin of mercy thrown at the children does not change, but that identity as the Virgin Mary, its manifestation, is not there.

There is only one woman who is gaining strength as a mother.

I can only remember what happened that day while Dashkamarier blurted out, too.

The only thing is the certainty that Illis has become the Virgin Mary.

The children gathered around the Illis, those who are breasted and drooped in the head by the sight, are not from being preached or forced to teach, nor from by liturgy.

He finds, gathers, and prays for "something" in the image of Englis, merciful to his children.

Yes - I think Dashka. Just as I am.

That's why I make it a strong word.

"The Virgin Mary and the Savior - that one is a" flame ”. It is a“ light fire ”that opens people's blindness, illuminating a world that is being swallowed up by this dusk. So, if so, what are we? Firewood. It is the firewood that should be thrown into the flame, so that it will never cease."

Wouldn't it?

The sprinkled cheeks and eyes accentuated the lights that dwelt in Dashkamarier's eyes.

Zabelzaft, Norman takes the lead.

Only one, Barton didn't affirm or deny it.

"Only I, from a neutral standpoint, will let you see"

Yes, I revealed my belief. And no one blamed me for that, but rather welcomed it.

"A group of people who come together with the same ideas is something you can't see at your feet. When we come to external negotiations, it is difficult to tend to fall into narrow horizons. I'd like a word without clothes on my teeth."

To Dashkamarier's words, just, and Burton also inherited the words.

"I am, however, on the side of the Balaje family lord, Ashledau. That's all I assure you. If it were to be a top priority, it would be based on the lives of young people."

Enough, the three nodded.

We can understand each other what reveals our belief.

Shit, I can have respect for them.

Because making public statements means being responsible for their actions and actions.

Burton was alive. It did get slashed, but Ashley's. That wasn't a slash to cut Burton off.

Ashley's shaken tip was activated with healing powers.

The long sword that testifies to the Knights of the Catel Hospital: "Promethelgear" - now recovered, the original owner: returning to the hands of Zabelzaft - was cutting Burton with its sharp cuts, while blocking that wound at the same time.

It was a shift in methods used by hospital knights for surgical operations in the open air.

Of course, it's because Burton was turning himself in at the perfect time.

The breathing around there, the airy fit was natural.

He taught Ashley the basics of physical arts, and after Gresnau's death, he was the battle skill instructor until his squadron enlisted because it was Barton no other.

It was a battlefield that I was prepared to be slaughtered and deserved and wanted.

Burton tried to minimize his blame on the Balaje family by slaughtering himself, and by raving that Ashle had already fallen into the hands of the Night Devil after the war.

He wrote that it was the abominable night demon princess manipulating a white knight torn into battle.

When he heard the determination, Zabelzaft deposited his sword.

This is proof of immense trust.

Zabel also believed in Barton, who believed in Ashley that he would go his way, even if he made a decision to cut off his past, his connection to his family.

As a result, Ashley did above Barton's expectations.

"I can't be happier"

Barton said it while returning the sword to Zabel.

There was a light in his eyes like watching my child as he nestled.

Since that one incident, Burton has been Zabel's personal friend and is also becoming a consultant.

"Publicly because of the dead... if you use it well"

However, if it almost subsided, for once, Barton expressed hope that he would like to return to Balaje's house.

I almost unanimously agree, of course.

Everyone endorsed Dashkamarier's declaration and concrete measures were worked out for the future.

Support, care for damaged lives and their families.

Proposed reconstruction and enhancement, mainly in the city of Catel.

And external regents to re-seal, reconnect and reorganize the passages leading to the back yard, as well as to deal with the Pope's Agency - gathering information.

There were piles of things to do, but there were actions that had to be taken.

It's a search for the Ashlets.

The detection of interdimensional ripples resulting from the use of Isma's "Metastatic Gate" found that many of those places had been transferred somewhere.

Yes - The Spider Murderer and the Night Demon Elite: The Knight Below the Moon, plus the Holy Knight of the Extrum Pope's Office and the Holy Relics Management Division: Isma swept away the battlefield where Gisele's fierceness was blown away by a huge dimensional transfer. Nothing was watching the scene - but it was inferred that it would be.

At the same time, there were prophecies borrowed from Dashkamarier's mouth, which also found that the trajectories of each metastasis were divided into several parts.

Although the general area could be identified, it was a very difficult area.

Within the territory of the Osmadra Empire - near the Imperial Capital, in the Step Zone, and in the Vibronze Empire Capital: from Heliatium to the Northeast - it was here, too, that it was already approaching the forest zone adjacent to Osmadra.

Whatever it was, it spanned a wide area of the continent.

Still, survival is guaranteed by prophecy, so there is no other luck.

The outbreak of metastatic dysfunction has tragic consequences.

In that circumstance, it was done with this degree of error, so it would be reasonable to evaluate Izmagalum's arm as rough.

But I had to struggle with the selection of who made the search party.

If we talk realistically, Zabel could not originally say that moving Norman was a good idea either.

If the Night Devil has challenged the battle for vengeance by coming back to earth (about Kando), or if the Pope's Office has approached it with a tough attitude - Norman's ability to fight should have been an important requirement.

But still, the Knights of Catel Hospital were unanimous in sending Norman.

I just couldn't send one of him.

At least one supporter, familiar with the world when it comes to exploring and searching, was needed.

"I'll come."

Barton advanced, leaving everyone to be qualified.

The most unexpected and overly unexpected person will be on the same path, and there will be intense arguments, but that's another story to come.

First, a decision was made that finding Isma, who can exercise the Metastatic Gate alone and is also skilled in occupier surgery, would be a prerequisite.

After scrutinizing the prophecy, we knew roughly who had moved to where.

However, two times in it something reminiscent of the earthspider appeared across multiple places.

"Either of them belongs to the killer of the earthspider"

Yes, Norman said.

Which means that either of those two princess witches who caused the disaster, the worst of them, could be alive.

"But if you don't go, you'll see."

It's been over the years since Norman left, about February.

Restoration, preparation of one's own health - the place is in enemy country: Aram territory. I had to come in full shape.

Where... here.

Ashle discovers herself sleeping slightly in the warm sensations and water sounds that surround her whole body.

Fresh rose incense flows into the lungs along with refreshing trees to encourage awakening.

Even in your dreams, you were watching...... no.

The border between reality and the side of the dream is no longer known as a crease, and Ashley is about to be pulled back to the other side.

So it was clearly a stimulus from the outside, from others, that awakened Ashle.

but the door was silently opened.

There was a sound of dust, dust, and firewood. It was wrapped in blue grass clothes.

I knew right away who it was.

Ashley called the name. Theonzafir. Sweet night, Princess of the Devil.

Called, Theon smiled.

He asked me if I was awake.

I wondered if I'd slept a lot again.

I'm thirsty, Ashley said.

My body is everywhere and I can't get up well.

I'm making soup, Theon says, and, uh, Ashley's hardened.

Step on the clap if you were out of balance.

There was no such thing as rolling.

It just takes time for the flesh, which fought with all its might, to recover.

Soon, Theon stopped me.

No matter how luxurious you look and how recognized by Focus, Zion is a super warrior dealing with the giant sword: Rose Absolute.

The mass of about Ashle can be stopped without difficulty.

As a result, the two dressed to hold each other strongly.

"You're safe."

"I hope you're safe... but I survived."

"Me, too, apparently. I don't know what happened, Ikes, but I feel like praying to you."

Of course, Ashley knew.

Ashley perceived the moment as she blurted.

As my consciousness became clearer and clearer, I came to know that that was what happened in reality.

It wasn't God who helped me. I didn't say no by divine will or anything.

It's a human. It's a human will.

Isma stood up and saved me again.

Potatoes and tears came to my attention.

I'm thirsty.

"What about Isma?

When asked, Theon shook his head in his arms as he sifted.

I don't know, I guess that means Ashley decided to capture it.

Because if I took it for anything else, my heart would have been shattered.

There's no way that guy could easily be gone.

First of all, we still remember him.

Let's find him.

Knocked, and Zion nodded.

How long would I have done that?

Gu, and Ashle's belly.

It's proof of life, my father or Burton would have told me.

Speaking of which, would Burton have been safe? Would I have done well?

And yet, first, I wanted a sip of soup.

Remembering Theon's first book (presumption).

It could be a pretty exciting wake-up call, Ashley caught positively.

But at no time at night did the Devil's Princess let Ashley go.

"Scion?"

Ashley called. Then, I noticed.

This adorable behavior of Zion is a demand.

That's always the case if you think about it. That's my own demand - in short, when I demand from Ashle what Zion himself thinks is "selfish," Zion gets extremely sloppy.

When fighting for someone, Scion, who doesn't break his attitude so brave and resolute, sees it as a recoil or a disgrace to speak of his desires.

Because of this, it can go into extreme behavior as if it were an onboard assault.

Perhaps this is such a request, Ashle thought, holding Zion's hips.

There was no rejection.

Let your fingers dive into the back of your head. I tried to fit my lips together with a natural snail.

Discover something unnatural there.

Metallic, ore touch. Complex sculpture - it's also disastrous.

Ashley knows that.

"Scion?"

Ashley called again.

Scion in his arm was looking straight up at Ashle.

No way, Ashley said.

Kokuri, and the tide rose, and Zion nodded in disgrace.

It was "Jagri Jagra" - an abominable "Focus" that forcibly altered the flesh, left it standing on Zion's flesh.

I had to pull it out.

But Ashley was experiencing exactly what unpersonalized Focus would do when touched by other capable people.

Running wild, making Scion - I don't know how much I'm going to do.

In all, thirteen of them have been plunged into the flesh of Zion.

If I hadn't removed it, no, at least I had to control it.

Perhaps the dragon-skinned tool holder Ele was carrying is the whole body that stores this device.

Every thirteen devices detached from it should be disconnected from each other, the order system confused, and in a state of paranoia.

It's not weird whenever you have a rampage. No, maybe things are already going on.

to Ashle, who turned pale, but Theon said. Whisper.

"Fear. There's nothing I can do. I don't know what to do. What happens."

But you have the qualifications and the rights. Don't you get it?

Theon is already totally, totally what he is, isn't he?

If so, I, I...

Ashley wouldn't let me tell you beyond that.

However, to Theon, who gave everything that way, to that trust, Ashle only knows how to reward him with his actions.

I can only take responsibility.

Of course, Theon knew Ashle was that kind of man. That's too much to know.

That's why I allowed everything.

Instead, I wanted you to.

"If you can change it, you can accept it."

"I, in my desire, change you. Although, of course, the highest priority will be given to how to remove"

Each other dared speak.

It is an oath, a ritual to reveal where responsibility lies.

There was a loud sound of times moving.

As long as there is something to resist, history is spinning.