Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was a quiet night.

It was a brilliant month.

Moonlight is shining on the snow that has fallen, illuminating the surroundings.

It was in the mountains. Sleek plateau. Sugar Caede grove.

Brilliantly organized, the grove shows that the Lords' Forest Numbers are diligently and carefully maintained.

It was a beautiful evening.

And it was a beautiful prey.

It had whiter skin than snow. A pitch-black hair is spreading as if ink had flowed there. Her eyes are wet.

Surprisingly, the prey wore silver outfits on both his arms - armor that covered his shoulders.

He was armed.

However, there was no clothing. The outfit is attached directly to the naked body.

It breathes like a dream under the moonlight, so much so that people are convinced that demonization has become elaborate in the world.

The prey was a woman.

I accidentally smelled roses.

Seeing, the prey was wrapped around his whole body.

And to my surprise, the rose was wearing a waking blue flower.

But the smell of roses wasn't just from that petal.

The prey was captive. On that leg, a thick iron jaw gate was biting.

It is a large hunting trap for bears. That was eating into the right leg of the prey, breaking the meat and standing on the bone. The trick is of strength that a normal person could break with each leg. It reminded me of a giant oral cavity that was capturing a woman.

The mundane thing is that it obviously bleeds less from where it devoured. On the contrary, the wounds are almost blocking.

There were signs of rumbling around.

Every time a woman burst open her wound, each time a bright rose incense spread through the mountains as they were undergoing a harsh winter season.

But there's no way a woman can escape a trap in the end.

One horse approached its nose to comfort the woman. The horse is sitting in the snow.

"I'm sorry. Vitrion. Sorry."

A woman called the horse's name.

The woman's name was Theon. The Princess of the Night Demon was an abandoned princess if she borrowed her own valve.

To prove its origin, the head was given a silver crown for the first time.

That was the crown: "Astellas" - who else, the Northern Night Demon Grand Duke: it was supposed to be the belongings of Scarbelli Luft-Bellioni Geiserlon.

Theon tried to drag the heavy shackles eating into his legs and crawled by the Vitrion.

There, there was a man.

I was exposing myself to nakedness. I had clothes, but everything was so wet that I couldn't put them on. Not to mention the Vitrion's temperature and Scion's skin were the only things that protected the man from cold air. Even though some armies could leave the outside enemy, they did not help keep the sneaky white death away.

"Ashle."

Calling the name, Theon held the man's head in his breasts.

The man was debilitated. Breathe shallow, weak, flesh cold as ice. Her lips are cracked and her skin is starting to crack as if it were numb.

It's not just the cold. Something much more decisive and deadly is threatening the life of a man called Ashley.

It's my fault, Theon thinks.

At that time - the climax of the Virgin Mary's rebirth, which took place on Catel Island - Isma opened the Transition Gate to break all situations together. The move to move all things to the other side in an instant did indeed save those who were there.

But how the cause and effect bent, Theon, Ashley, and Vitrion, along with their gear, moved into strange, harsh winter mountains.

When it was flown, the sun should have been turning to Jomtien, but when the Zions materialized, the world was already at night.

It was in a fierce battle. An accident caused by a huge "chi chi" collision beyond human intelligence.

Each other died and did their best. After the death fight, people thought there was no more life.

Scion himself, his flesh was completely crushed and even burned with sanctified fresh water as powerful as sulphuric acid.

It's like sewing through the thin valley of its extremes and extremes-- miracles. Survival from the dead. Maybe that's what we should call it, because we could tie the snail together again and materialize it.

This is how Zion can live, so thanks to the lineage of Izma, who forwarded the Zions, and at the same time to the true ancestors of the Night Devil.

Theon couldn't help but thank Mizumi for his cursed immortality.

Because if it were, he would not have lived and lived again, and could not be seen as an Ashley.

Yes, Theon, the princess of the devil at night, does not die in the cold or in a hunting trap.

But Ashley wasn't.

It was just a human being - a human being - that is, a human being. And at the same time, it wasn't technically human anymore.

Ashley shares the heart with Theon, the Princess of the Night Devil. "Argent Flood" - by the secret of receiving life.

Yet the blood of the Night Devil perfectly regenerates the flesh of Zion, while it does not even exert its power over the flesh of Ashle. At least now, Ashley was steadily debilitating.

So much so that you may not be able to welcome the morning when you do poorly.

It's not like there was no way to save him.

Theon carries a considerable amount of clothing, jewellery, and costumes as a nocturnal devil's nobleman's sagging by his incapacity to become "Shadow Cloak". It's a closet of Scion folded in different spaces.

I should have been able to get the clothes and medicines I needed out of there.

That's all there is in Zion.

It's the "Hiro" of the Will, the "Hiro" of the Spindle that allows for paranormal.

But now, Theon can't use the Spindle. You can't use it.

There was severe depletion - to the extreme.

If you look closely up close, those lips, like Ashle's, were still cracked in thirst.

It's not enough. Blood.

I want it. Blood.

The Night Demon can maintain its raw without having to go through blood sucking. It's because a diet of love and passion, Dreams dissolved in beer and wine made with diligence, works just as well as it dissolves in the blood, healing hunger.

And Zion has actually already been keeping that raw for over a hundred years without sucking blood.

But the fact that the whole body had to be reconstituted - and all the others were hurt and crushed - made a tremendous drain on Scion. It is the one that overshadows the dying. I can't redeem you without a price.

I want blood. I want "Dreams" melted there.

That could erase Theon's reason and personality, a meat appeal.

It's that intense thirst that humans feel thrown out into the desert without any preparation.

If he inspires the Spindle now, Theon will undoubtedly release Hiraki to moisten his thirst for it.

And there was the blood of his beloved, and the flesh of Ashley, with an irresistible fragrance.

It seemed to Zion that the fire of his life was weakening for a moment.

If so, wouldn't it be best to make that flesh mine and make use of it in Zion forever?

Isn't that love?

One day, even in the drifting temple of the Abandoned God wandering the Farouche Sea, the voice I heard.

It was the best that Scion could do to keep that whisper pressed.

I wandered around the mountains searching for flaming lights and still not familiar with them. I put Ashley on the Vitrion, and even after wandering too much for a moment, she trapped my leg.

In the last Will left, Theon admonished himself.

i.e. Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute" - - That blade, which looks like a giant sword, becomes a horrible poisonous thorn for all the outsiders who line up there with the Night Devil when they are taking the look of the sword. Even Scion, the user, can't even take it if he wraps around a caged hand protected by the saint's raw skin - Hands of Glory.

And Zion was strong in his flesh in the appearance of the holy sword.

Rose Absolute, the mighty and incomparable Focus, transforms itself into a blue rose hua when it is in a sealed and standby state.

It still has the "Hiragana" that keeps the Devil's family away, but it does not have that awesomeness that melts the flesh just by touching it. I just feel intense pain.

With that pain, Theon is now finally staying sane.

But it was the limit.

The unbreakable chain of traps was breaking Zion's heart.

I may not be able to help you. I may not be able to save Ashley.

Then it shall all be mine.

The whispering voice was beginning to grow louder in Zion.

No, there was a way. There was still hope. It's about entrusting everything to Vitrion, putting Ashley on its back and letting people look for her. Vitrion is a smart horse. I would choose a safe path.

Perhaps before Ashle's life burns out, he can find a home and get the right kind of care.

No, and the demon's blood in Zion's night denies it.

Very unlikely.

In this exotic country with no land exploration, can Vitrion bring Ashley into the house by its deadly engraving?

If we could finally get there, would that people help a man who doesn't even know his identity? The legend of the Night Devil, a winter guest who appears with the coming of snow - never open the door - is a commandment for that.

What's more, is this container of Ashley capable of healing and recovering with mere care?

It was horrible.

I was horrified that I didn't know anything.

More importantly, I couldn't wait to be afraid and afraid of losing Ashley altogether.

I loved her.

Now, without this man, Theon loved Ashley so much that he couldn't live.

So much so that I can't imagine a tomorrow without Ashle.

More than a hundred years ago, the face of the man who nursed the death passed behind his brain.

Luguin Radius Pardini.

I was a knight. He was a high priest of virtue, while being in such a position to be a candidate for cardinal.

He believed in Zion, the Night Devil, fought with him, and died betrayed by the Church.

Even so, the Church celebrated Luggin as a saint.

Holy Cage Hand that still protects Zion's hands from the "Hiragana" where the Holy Sword emits: The inner tension of the Hands of Glory is made of raw skin peeled from him by Zion himself.

And Theon devoured his dead flesh.

The last piece of meat, even a drop of blood... I sipped it.

Don't let them humiliate you.

"I should have held Omae"

and during his death, Luggin, under his painful breath, joked and said.

At that time, I moved, and then -- neglected -- I wasn't sure what they said. But now I know.

I love you, they said. They said they didn't want to let go. They said they didn't want to break up.

Blurry, and tears spilled.

How can you die apart?

How can you let go of this hand?

If you're going to die, other than in this arm... can you forgive me?

"Then... go ahead..."

It was when my thoughts became words and I was about to burst.

At first, light, was.

Hiraki, and the orange lights seemed like a gap in the woods.

Sion wondered if he touched his mind too much wishing for salvation. Do I see even illusions? I doubted myself.

However, the lights gradually increase in number, finally becoming a group of about ten.

Someone's definitely coming this way. It is precisely making a clear sense of "will" and is poised for this forest empty space with Scion and Ashle. Definitely.

Theon, however, made himself stronger.

We knew it was human territory because this was a maintained forest.

It is not the realm of the warriors, swine ghosts, or serpents' families at all.

However, it was still unclear whether it would be a friendly encounter, assuming it was human.

How people react to this unusual sight.

Would it be possible to have a conversation without panic, calmly, but amicably - and Zion is now losing control of its magic.

You can't go wrong here, Theon thought.

And as Zion's anxiety was centered, what was heard was the noise of the horses and the hooves, and the sound of the armies.

It must have sniffed the incursions of the Zions and turned their power to war, by any means, lords or deputies ruling the land.

I ran out of Vitrions. I'm warning you.

The noise in Zion's chest was the small number of forces that would appear from now on.

If you detect a transfer by a Spindle Capable Person, rather than an intrusion - it is an intrusion of a Capable Person or an Extraterritorial Presence, and it is common sense that it is at the extreme of stupidity to hit an existence with a widow with a thousand battle abilities.

If you dared send in a small number of soldiers knowing that, isn't this proof that the other side is also capable of doing the right thing?

Either way, if it's a battle, can you defend Ashley by yourself now?

No, can't you just give yourself more than that and help Ashley?

Eventually it was the black painted carriage, protected by several horsemen, that appeared before the sight of Zion, who conceived but could not move.

Theon looked out for the horses on which the knights rode, and for the horses who drew the carriage.

Darksteed-- that's what they call the Night Demons' military horses.

No way, Theon trembled.

Here, then, at the foot of this mountain... the Geiserlon border: Ishgal's...

But what popped into Zion's eyes was not that nostalgic and abominable - - Phytima - a crest that followed an alpine plant with the alias Satanic Claw, but a crown of several kinds of flowers braided in a zigzag and a hayabusa that lingered thereon - Zion did not know the crest.

In front of the bewildered Scion, a military horse stopped his hoof. The knights on the horse do not wander, but there is a spear in their hands without pulling it out.

chisel, and a string of stone crossbows was pulled and the sound of a lock.

It was then that Zion finally felt the sign of his compatriot, the Night Demon, from them. There was a great sense of hunger and a loss of sensibility. No, I couldn't recognize I was sensing that exactly.

But I've confused Scion more than that.

It means... that most of the companions who will have ten are human beings... just genuine people.

There's no way I'm fascinated, no way I'm afraid of the Knights of the Night Devil.

It was an attitude that I could only think of as acting voluntarily, cooperating and collaborating with each other.

"Yes, my lord... as Lord Trantrim said."

I guess it was the lead. Forest number dressed in furry clothing - said the hunter-style man.

"Lord Trantrim, how would you like these people?"

One of the knights said, lifting the cutting tip of the spear slightly.

Theon holds Ashle's head.

After a flimsy few seconds of silence, the carriage door opened on the way out.

"Hard to say traveler...... its a farce. But... I don't feel hostile."

If there is an opening, do so. Saying, a man put his legs down on the snow.

He was a deeply carved, eye-sharp man.

And if he be a man, he shall be thirty years old.

The man possessed Yingjie's attitude and voice colour, wrapped in sophistication, but not losing sharpness.

You can put it this way. It was the voice of a man - a ruler - accustomed to commanding humans.

"Didn't you tell me that when you ask a human, you can be named first?"

Theon said so under his painful breath.

Full of creativity, a faint movement occurred on the face of a man who had tried an unexpected penetration from a half-naked woman with a wounded or sick person. I laughed. It was a bitter laugh.

Because the cut back of Zion's decency could not help but make him feel bloodlined and proud as a royal nobleman flowing into him.

"I don't know who you are, but this is my territory: Trantrim. You and your henchmen are trespassing against our borders illegally. I'd like you to just thank me for coming in from this negotiation... and apologize for the disrespect - my name is Yugadir. Yugadir Arkadis Maznab. This small nation: make it king of Trantrim and the title will be Marquis"

From the prestigious name, however, there was less intimidation like the earlier cut off, and the mixed softness of the suckling grin dwelt.

Theon feels the magnitude of a man named Yugadir in his attitude.

If you bet everything, now, here, you've decided you can't think of anything other than this man against you.

So I named him. I revealed who I was.

And complained about the distress.

Explained and begged for Ashley's background and previous journeys.

At least I want this man alone to help me,.

The Abandoned Princess of Geiserlon - it was not only her companion, the human, who showed agitation in her name. All of the knights, without exception, raised their voices similar to groans and saw Yugadir react.

The name of Zion, who was chased after his country in an attempt to reverse Scarbelli, his real father and Grand Duke, was so famous in the Night Devil world that he was too famous.

But at that time, Yugadir was walking over to Zion and giving him a wrapped pure white fur coat, not long before everyone stopped him.

Then kneel down and remove the iron shackles devoured into Zion's legs from his hand.

When he took Zion's armored hand, he mouthed it gently, then said in an honest tone.

"You and your squire - No, Knight: I'd like to invite Ashledau as my guest."

Will you take my offer?

Zion nodded at Yugadir's offer.

He stopped the tears that were going to overflow, holding onto them and thanked them for their offer as royalty.

"Thank the Marquis for his warmth"

So Theon and Ashley and Yugadir met the three Yingjie.