Sanzen no Souru Supina

It smelled like clean trees.

Momi tree scent.

From the top, it is the scent of populi that colours the end of the year and the new year of the Balaje family.

Mother: It is a hobby of Sophia, and thus stained herself for Ashley...... and a nostalgic fragrance linked to her own birthday.

But this is not that nostalgic Balaje mansion.

I departed there with holy service, and rebelled from the papal administration by my own will.

That's why this couldn't be the home.

So Ashley found out. It's a forest. It's a deep forest, and I'm there.

He said that he had fallen into a deep sleep at some point in time.

It was strange.

Until earlier, I felt like I was in a death fight where I couldn't even breathe.

No, it's not.

I thought you were lying. I was definitely in it.

He fought with insomnia rest, with little rest.

The Night Devil's Elite - Focus: "Harlot" with the catfish of a water bottle (amphor) with the mighty "Hiraki" entrusted to it by the Knights of the Moon, the Princess/Murderer of the Earthspider, and the Pope's Office - and the Knight of the Woman with it: A Conviction by Gisele - how could I have cut through that dead place again?

If not, is he dead?

Is this the kingdom of heaven?

'Cause here... it's filled with so much clear and gentle air.

However, if that is the case, there were a number of things that did not fall on my heart.

For one thing, Ashley no longer believed in going to such a place.

He threw out his sacramental service, conspired with the Pope and the Pope's Office, with the Knights of the Diocese to whom he belonged, and fled.

The Night Devil and the Earthspider - Fighting the two kinds that are supposed to be the enemies of mankind, the Old King of the Earthspider: Friendship with Isma, and the Princess of the Night Devil and each other fell in love.

That's not all.

Ashley fell in love with Theon, while also loving the other woman.

That's the giant vessel of the twist: the paragram and the two women - the Nissan: Armastella and the childhood friend: the miracle that Eunisfrau's Twist accomplished - no, the curse of love.

We can't help asking each other for a curse like that.

Armastella and Eunisfrau - - Women who inherited the flesh and spirit of the two: in the womb of Irisberda - Ashle is still not feeling well - but there is a baby who inherited Ashle's blood.

It was once due to a relative overload: the ceremony imposed by Gran, Armastella, and Eunisfrau's "The Twist," which Ashle knew little about, but ─ Archbishop of Katel Island: Dashkamarier was the son of a fate that prophesied "Savior".

Yet Ashley feels a vague (ambiguous) ambiguous (also) affection for her own child, whom she has yet to see.

By and large, how many women and myself have fallen in love, had a relationship, or been a pardon? Gisele, who tried to kill herself in the final phase of this death struggle these days, should still legally be Ashle's pardon.

I can never be welcomed into the kingdom of heaven.

More importantly, there was evidence that this was not the kingdom of heaven.

That's pain. It hurts like my whole body is pounding.

There is already a problem at this point because it is the Pope's touch on the kingdom of heaven that it is a place freed from all sin and suffering.

For the rest it could have been hell, but for that it is not treated with much politeness?

To betray, to kill, to commit adultery, to be unfaithful to the fae, to intimate with the fae, to think what centuries must be burned by the Fire.

If that were so much, no one would be afraid of hell.

And Ashley knows the pain.

It is the pain that an aggrieved and weakened flesh raises when regenerating.

Alive, Ashley finally remembered there.

I don't know what that means, but I managed to survive here.

At that time, the aroma of the Momi tree was mixed with the incense of roses, secretly, but unmistakably.

Ashley was big at the moment and inhaled the aroma into her chest.

I couldn't have made a mistake.

That's not a rose right.

Sweet Night Princess of the Devil: It smells like Scion the Phil.

It was at the same time that I woke up and heard the key being unloaded into the room.

The sound of the carpet treading and the faint slabs, and the clothes rubbing over the hem of the dress - the lord of its footsteps caught the fireplace on fire and firewood.

The catfish of the world became a little obvious to Ashley.

It's a room. It's not too big, it's not too small, it's elegant, but it's equipped with everything to make it comfortable - it's not that room, Ashley thought.

I guess I've finished setting the fire abundantly. The footsteps came to Ashley's side and stopped.

There was a sound of sitting on the bed.

Ashley doesn't know why I closed my eyes.

It's just that maybe the incense of the trees that arouse the nostalgia in this room inspired more of a childish prank than a childish heart in Ashle.

That is rather a whispering consolation allowed to Ashley where she was sick and weak.

Pretend to be asleep. The voices of the people who appear there, listen to the conversation in silence.

Ashley knows that human nature appears there. When you think you're not being heard, the words that climb to the edge of people's mouths are close to the core without thinking.

It is also thanks to this prank that I perceived as a child that Eunice Frau, who was my mother-in-law, and Ledamaria, who became Cardinal and no longer held a higher priesthood than Ashley, actually had quite a fondness for Ashley.

Speaking of which, Eunice said, "Transfer the disease to me. Get rid of Ashley's illness," he whispered in his pillow. You were crying, Ashley thinks.

When I was upset about something face-to-face later, I was kicked in the butt.

The nigger surface is a mess. That was the reason.

As then, Ashle had to twist it down after her will, as the edge of her mouth was about to become a snail of laughter.

Ashle just regretted what he did at this time.

Indeed, there was truth there. True confession. of Scion.

The problem was that it was a confession of love that would allow you to tighten your chest.

Quiet, like a whisper, but nothing, I was sworn to love.

It's yours, they told me. Body, mind, everything.

I figured out that the trembling voice was for restraint from the will that was squeezed to its limits to hold up the passion.

Instead, everything, everything was spoken of.

I was held in my chest and sniffed. Theon even said pushing his face against Ashle's breastplate and letting it all go at the price of love while crying.

Ashley's chest hurt.

It is not a physical pain. Much brighter than that - the pain my heart feels.

Apparently, I've been terribly worried about Zion again.

Theon seemed to swear his love this way every day when he saw himself unconscious.

However, Ashley had missed the timing fatally.

So I was able to speak up when Theon tried to wear his hair again, mouth and quit the room.

"Isn't it true that with the princess's trickery, a man regains consciousness?... No, was that princess talking about waking up...? Either way, can't I? Of the devil, the abandoned princess of the night that bewitches a man."

Or the woman who should have been his wife - if it had been Irisberda - or...

It may have been caused by the uneducated attitude and speed of Zion, who flips herself as she says.

Kacha, and the sound of the door opening and Ashle calling Zion were simultaneous.

Ashley truly watched as her spine stretched as her flesh stiffened and bounced.

Too convenient a miracle, yes, but therefore incredible, but the grid that arises between the mind and the desire to believe, would have caused Zion to take such action.

"Scion."

Yep. Scion didn't look back a few seconds before Ashley called again.

That's how Ashle remembers the look on Zion's face when she looks back.

Scion gave his face that it might break like this.

So Ashle stood up to peel the flesh off her bunk that would not stay.

And I stepped on a bump.

It was Ashley who actually got stopped.

"Morning."

It was too dumb a greeting. There was supposed to be a heap of other things to say.

"Too much sleep, idiot."

I was pissed. I took it for granted.

"I'm thirsty."

"Let's treat you to a special soup"

Theon said in a crying voice. I couldn't see my face, but I could see my cheeks wet with tears.

"Soup? Who made it?

"Who is there but me? You idiot."

"It... tasted it?

I was poked in the face. Ashley groans small.

You idiot, you idiot, you big idiot. Theon's evil will not stop.

What Ashley could have done was to make sure we were safe with each other.

"You're safe."

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

Finally, with reality as reality, Ashley was beginning to be recognizable.

As soon as possible, memories of an awesome death fight on that Catel Island came back to life in various ways behind my brain.

And the end of it.

We transferred ourselves. For scattering. It's so huge - in the bumps of such a powerful force that it could only have been rubbed like human and other debris.

And it wasn't God who helped the Ashlets. 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. Theon's tears became contagious.

"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.

Let's find him.

Knocked, and Zion nodded. Relieved. Yes. Life and death are just unknown yet.

There's still a chance.

How long would I have done that?

Gu, Ashle's belly rang. 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 Ashley what Theon himself thinks is "selfish," Theon becomes extremely poorly spoken.

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.

It must be because of that.

When emotions exceed the threshold, they sometimes go into extreme behavior as if on horseback.

No, Ashley was completely bad this time. There was still something to confirm and talk about.

It was not natural to notice the cheapness of our companions, including Isma.

And the flesh was complaining fiercely about hunger, and the pain was the limit. Even standing honestly, it was hard.

However, it could not have been left behind.

Ashley doesn't know how long she has been unconscious. Throughout that time, Theon felt like his chest was crushing, and every day, oh well, he was hugging me through Ashley.

Ashle was thrust into a strong and impulsive affection that could not be completely deluded.

Ashle holds 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.

So my hand touched an unnatural pointy. It was lurking in Zion's hair.

Metallic, ore touch. Complex sculptures - 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's "Jagri Jagra" - an abominable "focus" that forces the flesh to alter. Murderer of the earthspider: struck by Ele, which still stood in 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.

I don't know how I'm going to storm out and make Zion...

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 part that stores this device.

Every thirteen devices detached from it should be disconnected from each other, confused order lines, 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 I can be transformed, I can accept everything."

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

Each other dared speak.

It was an oath, a ritual to reveal the place of responsibility.

But at this time, Theon was lying.

No, maybe that doesn't mean it's a lie.

I'm just saying I didn't tell you.

I couldn't tell you the truth, that's all.

But the brand of guilty consciousness that he was lying was clearly pushed against Zion's heart.

Theon had already been altered.

To whom?

Yugadir Arkadil Maznab.

Small Country: Marquis of the Night Devil by making him Lord of Trantrim.

Advocate of the "Money of Blood" Co-Prosperity Zone for the coexistence and co-prosperity of man and night demons.

By that hand.