Sanzen no Souru Supina

On the night of his encounter with Yugadir - the inside of the carriage where Zion was lifted and brought in - was one separate world completely detached from the outside air.

A lacquered black carriage that runs at slippery speeds doesn't feel so vibrated that it seems that this is not the magical carpet that appears in the gaga rather than the carriage without even the noise of the horses nagging and hooves.

Theon later understands that this carriage is a kind of "focus".

Otherwise, it should be difficult to get a carriage in no matter how much space the forest floor has to accept military horses. And it's snowing.

However, there was no room in Zion at that time.

Though it was twisted in a warm blanket, Ashle's condition remained in dangerous condition.

And that was the same with Scion.

However, in the case of Scion, it depends on the unbearable sense of hunger - depletion.

You need blood.

Yugadir, who was caring about Ashle's condition, saw the condition of Zion and said.

The tease, and Zion's teeth were ringing. It's not cold. It's a withdrawal symptom created by a strong desire for blood.

Sift, and Zion shakes his neck to the side. That's a rejection.

Demonstrate with self that it is possible for the Night Devil to spin his life without relying on blood - that was the one proposition that Zion imposed on himself, the guiding principle of life - the code.

To uphold that code, Zion has deepened his shaping and expressed great respect for human creations - diet, alcohol, and not just tangible intangible cultures.

That was one of the great reasons for Scion to stand from the side of the Night Devil to the side of mankind.

Yugadir's proposal, so, though unknowable, would have put an attack on the spiritual pillar of that Scion.

Yugadir ─ Yuga therefore did not (naturally) know the meaning of Zion's rejection and went on to say it.

"This boy is badly debilitated. As it is, sooner or later, it leads to death. Besides, I'll feed you."

"Then no."

The words of Zion, who stared at Yuga in a shape that seemed to kill his opponent with only glance, and drank a short sip, had the sharpness of the blade itself.

Even though it was, and still is, a temptation to prey in itself, Zion turned against Yuga as if he had found a resentful enemy.

The spasmodic hands of Zion were spanked by Ashley to shelter.

Yuga showed both hands up and showed Scion that he was harmless and unintentional.

"I said something rude. But if you'll excuse me, I'd love to hear from you."

against Zion, who would not stop staring, but Yuga said plainly.

"Do you love the man - man?

"That's right! I belong to this man!!

Without a moment's stray, I assured him that Zion would barely scream. Put your hands on your chest and open your red-dyed eyes to the urge to prey.

That's a declaration that I just think is crazy from the common sense of the Night Devil. Confession equal to affirming that you are a madman yourself.

And the rumor of a princess who turned against the Grand Duke of Geiserlon was widely known to the Night Demon World.

That's why the Yugadir knights were upset.

Demon Sword: Encountering the "Rose Absolute" - "Rebellious Princess Bulb”.

In the meantime, Theon assured me now.

Love for humans. A homicide, and a love affair for a human man who should be treated in the Night Demon world as a livestock - all that, Theon cried out for himself as if he were the property of Ashley.

It was a dangerous thing to say and do. In the Night Demon World, it was such a thing that it could even be cut off on this occasion.

But it was like I couldn't get my hands on Yuga's face. Then I found the horse - and the part where I could share it with the horse - so I laughed.

"I like it"

For one thing, that's what Yuga said.

Scion is drained of poison and can only stare at Yuga.

There were no lies in Yuga's eyes. Rather, there was even the joy of finding a comrade there.

"What...?

"I liked you. That's what I said."

Yuga said it again and then checked Ashle's container again. Get Zion's hands out of the way.

"But this boy's condition is not normal. There is a reason why I assured you that I would not be able to help you as I am.

No matter how mighty your pathological opponent may be if you are sick, I will proudly promise to fight for you and your beloved boy. Also, if you are exhausted, make sure you recover from the medical hospitality of our country.

But this isn't it. This is not the case. It's not just that - unusual wear and tear is attacking him. Yes... "

─ ─ Now it's like he's been “sucked” from the inside out.

Unthinkably accustomed from the position of lord, Theon lost his word to the precise palpation and diagnosis of Yuga. That's precisely because I was referring to a certain suspicion that Theon was feeling.

Isn't this depletion of Ashle due to the intense battles that have been repeated to keep standing? ─ ─.

Because the heart that Ashley and Zion share was giving Ashley the ability to regenerate and strengthen her heart and lungs away from humans.

Its resilience is awesome. Enough to rebuild carburized limbs.

Heavy fighting on Catel Island and the back yard hurt Ashle's body and drowned him to the point of near-drowning due to the "Harut" water flow attack.

But now that breathing has returned, that is no reason for this depletion.

Ashley's body is supposed to return to function with a restorative force that, if slightly wounded, cannot be compared to that of mankind at night.

If so, why?

Why does Ashley's debilitation not stop?

Scion became aware of the inquiry by Yuga's allegations.

The problem that I had stopped thinking about on an unconscious level became apparent.

"Organ Sharing... Slave..."

Tending to tend, Zion's eaten teeth rang so hard.

Yuga was trying to get from the fragmentary words of Zion, but surely to the truth.

"No way, Theon, are you... organ sharers?

Yuga's eyes heard where and where.

Scion can't answer. All I can do is hold my chest.

So, it was enough for Yuga.

"Heart." So, you mean, "Dimensionally twisted dipolymers." You guys are hybrids. "

I can't believe you made that possible. Zion's tremors propagated into Yuga's hands.

Surprise - pure surprise as if you had encountered a legendary creature - and quickly become the face of the king who spotted the danger.

"Theon, listen carefully. This boy is getting“ blood sucking ”right now. I didn't even know there was such a case, but first of all, there is no doubt from this symptom. You're sucking Dream from his flesh to you, the superior."

via shared heart.

At this point it was merely a guess, but there was also certainty in the Scion spoken.

It is customary for the Advanced Night Demons to “feed” boys and girls in emergency situations raised as squire.

The depletion of blood, or Dreams, which is a building asset (resource), will not ultimately lead to the death of the Night Devil.

It's just that their instincts - to strengthen their beastliness as hunting creatures to the extreme and eventually become killers who will never regain reason again - the Abandoners, the Night Demons say - they need to replenish their blood regularly.

Until now, sufficient savings assets (resources) existed in The Dream, accumulated in the flesh of Zion.

That was lost by the battle on Catel Island.

The defect was made into the heart of Zion and embedded in Ashle's flesh, which tried to make up for it.

In other words, it is the flesh of Zion itself that sees Ashle as food.

Regardless of Zion's will, his flesh is devouring Ashley's life.

The solution that Theon had come up with was self-determination.

Of course, the blood muscles that accompany the true ancestors - Theon, the superior Night Demon - do not die in a half-breed way.

But now it was precisely the Sacred Sword that made its impossibility possible: the Rose Absolute, that stood in the flesh of Zion.

Theon, however, had to dismiss the idea immediately.

As Ashle's depletion shows, while in Ashle's flesh, its heart has judged Zion a master, Ashle a slave. In other words, does the extinction of the master, Scion, mean the extinction of its body part, the heart?

That hypothesis was sufficient.

Theon couldn't answer the bet that could have let Ashle die. In fact, the hypothesis was correct.

But then, what can I do?

I found it in Zion's hands that Ashle's flesh would be debilitated.

"Blood sucking. Refill the Dream. Nothing else."

Poking at the core, Yuga said.

How, Theon asked.

You should know, Yuga replied.

"Do you want to assault a human being? Your lord would know if he was a superior night demon. How much blood does it take to heal this level of thirst?"

Dozens of ordinary people, no, more... the more they die, the more they have to drink.

Heroes, even those who are called, put several lives at risk.

With so much hunger, once he buried his fangs in that neck muscle, Zion is no longer sure if he can keep his sanity - add or subtract.

Overshadowing death means demanding so many "chips".

Rising from the abyss of death is nothing more than depriving others of their potential for survival.

"Besides, I have decided that no one will ever put this fang on again..."

But Yuga said.

"It has nothing to do with your determination, your flesh is in its present form and is“ sucking blood ”from this boy."

You want to help, don't you?

Both hands wrapped in Yuga gloves grabbed Zion's shoulder.

Shaken by the hand of a powerful king, Zion looked like he was about to break.

"But if I did, I would be... the same. That man and my blood-cursed clan will be perfectly equal..."

Not to mention the people -- Zion remembered the human servants that he had seen earlier -- saying thank you to me, etc.

If so, say no.

Yuga spoke in a quiet but strong tone to Zion.

"Don't make a mistake, Theonzafil. I am the king. Lord of this tran trim.

I have responsibilities with power.

Neither my servants nor my inhabitants shall be left alone in your fangs.

Indeed, I have invited you as a personal guest.

But that's quite a different thing from allowing people's lives to be put at risk or ordering them to give their lives. "

Theon looked straight into Yuga's eyes.

Eyes of a lake-like colour frozen in Yuga's pale black skin reflected Zion.

A face so upset that it was cornered and not one of them.

"So... what do we do?

Yuga answered the question. Slowly.

while showing himself with his palms.

"It's me, Theon. If my flesh, I can give it in my presence"

"Damn... that's insane, huh?

"Not as much as you who have cut off blood until you are so depleted"

Yuga's eyes said: He said he finally found his comrade.

"I've been thinking and learning about Dreams all along, Theon."

Scion doesn't realize what Yuga called him by his nickname.

That was because I was distracted by Yuga's proclamation.

And Yuga said unto Zion, Give thyself, and drink of my blood.

But it's a prudent thing to do openly among demons at night. “Blood sucking” among fellow countrymen is contraindicated by night demons (...).

Because in the blood of the Night Devil melts the memory of the Night Devil's Eternal Robbery.

Dedicating that memory to the other party is nothing more than ceding its own roots.

Because that means giving identity.

Sometimes superiors drain a drop of blood in a glass of wine as a reward.

Sometimes some bad hobbyists feed their servants their own flesh.

On the battlefield, there are examples of people giving their own blood to save their allies and lovers.

But they are all exceptional and unusual, and only to a wife or husband, or to a child who has divided the blood, which is also an eye-catching act that should be carried out in the bedroom.

Allowing that, especially from the neck muscles, means subjugation - both physical and mental - to the other person.

Conversely, from the arm, it is assumed that to be given and accepted is to pledge absolute loyalty.

Because it is nothing more than the infusion of ideas and ideals with memory. That's almost brainwashing.

And then, being asked for a neck muscle as a reward was a great deal. It means contracts and covenants.

That's where Yuga's proposal was at odds.

Yuga accurately spotted the rake for Zion. So I said soothing the tone of my voice.

"Theon, your confusion is well known to me, too. But things need to be rushed.

Think about what's “big” for you.

And make a decision. To me, it cannot be decided.

However, time is precious. Now, in this phase, it's exactly the same as the blood tide that spills out and is lost.

Soon you will have to decide. "

But Yuga's pretext is not enough to encourage Zion to make a decision.

Theon was bound by his vows.

That was a far cry, the man who entrusted Rose Absolute to Zion: to Luggin, who swore before his spirit.

"I will save my compatriots. Free yourself from the prison of eternal robbery"

If that's what you swore to give in to the "Hiragana", which belongs precisely to that abominable eternal life, isn't it the same as your own kind who should have known?

Will you deny yourself the steps you have taken for hundreds of years and have been swamped with the blood of your fellow countrymen? Can you confront your fellow countrymen caught in “blood sucking” sexuality and then confront them?

Wouldn't that mean giving in to the demonic nature of blood?

At the end of the day, isn't it something that demons admit they can't live without “sucking blood” at night?

Isn't that to trample on the ideal of co-prosperity with humanity that Theon has set forth and based himself?

Theon grinds.

Yuga removed her gloves in front of her.

He was a night devil, smooth, beautiful hand.

As a man, I felt his bone chi and his skin as tense as a skin showed what this man was like.

I saw a blue vein floating around my wrist. “Blood sucking” from there means superior to inferior - slaves.

Yuga is the lord of a country, albeit small, and it is unlikely that he will give his neck.

Scion, who refused all the snails, was, however, no longer able to take his gaze off from it.

"What's up? Still got some hesitation?

Yuga gave a look like she found a troubled child. Then I figured it out for a while.

The landscape passes like flying, but it takes a long time to get to the mansion. After midnight the full moon began to fall into the western sky. Yuga sighed and pulled the curtain on the window.

"He's a strong man... The Night Devil can't live without“ sucking blood ”at the end of the day. That's what I came to with over 700 years of my life."

Yuga broke Zion's annoyance in a nutshell. The weight of 700 years was good for Shizuku and Shishion.

But Yuga wasn't trying to hunt Zion down for mischief.

I suggested another possibility to prove it.

"However, if it's temporary, there's no other way. inferior in efficiency and immediacy… indeed"

That's all Yuga said. Until then, the sharp tone was a confusing word.

What, that, Theon asked with a gaze.

"Don't you also have experience if you fell in love with a human being?

I stared back into its eyes, Yuga said.

And I fell in love with a mortal woman, and Zion said,

No way, my thirst cracked and my sticky lips moved to tremble.

Yes, Yuga replied.

"I have married my wife three times in my life. Everything was a human daughter."

So I am much more familiar with the human creation of Dreams and their giving and receiving than you.

And about the way it works.

"Among the manipulations of human love… there is indeed that"

There's no way I can do that, Theon thought.

There are no lies in Yuga's words. Theon himself experienced it with his own hands.

Whenever I paired my skin with Ashle, Theon had felt it.

Ashle's thoughts poured into the flesh - I felt clearly that The Dream filled Zion's flesh. There was plenty there that any other -- except for “blood sucking" -- could not have obtained in any way.

I just couldn't tell Ashley that much.

If I admit it and say it, my whole body was going to erupt into fire just thinking about what Ashle would think of me.

Of course, I convinced myself that it was because it was Ashley.

Ashley is special and can't possibly be in such a relationship with another man, Theon thought.

So I can't accept Yuga's proposal at all, I would have cut it off.

Previously.

But it was a harsh fact and at the same time seemed like there was no other way than for Zion not to be able to choose “blood sucking”.

Theon got bored. It could have been a suggestion worth a try. But at the same time, I knew it wasn't acceptable to just try.

I felt a sharp cut stuck to my throat.

But Theon had to make up his mind. We didn't have much time.

Ashley had increased degrees of debilitation during that time as well.

Theon looked at Ashley. I didn't even have to think about it.

There was just too much to gain, too much to soak up in the mix, and Theon neglected to decide what was best, to decide, to keep deciding and to live.

That shouldn't be blameworthy.

But whoever decides to live like Zion cannot be in a place defended from his decision in that way.

I forgot that--Zion mocks herself.

And the moment Theon finally tried to make a decision to jump off a cliff - it happened.

Theon remembered the feeling of crawling around the inside of his body - bones, guts, and nerves - to various creatures. And the chills made my neck hairs stand.

Why, now, should this be the moment?

Thirteen malice sprang from the inside of it, sicker than Zion cursing the extraction of destiny.

The same principle that penetrated the garment and the sprouts of the plant twisted out like spirals, revealed a pointy tip - it.

It was a disastrous curse. It had a different appearance. It was a product whose abominable use could be inferred from the first glance.

Abominable Negative Focus - Jagri Jagra.

instrumentation for unacceptable human modification, was its generic name.

"This is it," Yuga groaned, and Zion turned away.

If it had been distressing, how good would it have been?

If it had been a severe pain, how happy would it have been?

But it was a disgrace and a humiliation - a pure pleasure that could not be deluded.

Once dived into the victim's flesh, this "Jagri Jagra", made up of thirteen pieces that can also be spoken of, will remain in place until the orderer extracts it into the scroll where it is stored.

And for a certain amount of time, if there was no input for the order, the saturation alteration would be carried out automatically - if I may say so - even with evil self-reliance will.

That's when I woke up on the inside of Zion.

Yuga was watching the whole thing.

Turns out Scion is being hunted down in further distress.

It was also seen that its apparatus of horrible aliens was tormenting Scion from the inside out.

He was flirted with by the "Chichi" flowing in from there and understood that his ability to make decisions was being lost from Zion.

So Yuga does what he sees best.

It's just that... when the act, when it reaches out there, the mind works, for its own fairness, Yuga doesn't forget.

I'll even tell Theon later.

In order to save Ashley's life in front of her, Yuga was distracted by the annoying and distressing appearance of Zion, and by the compulsive sensuality that was poured into her by Jagri Jagra's evil "Hiraku", the Zion that shook herself to violent pleasure.

It was about to disappear in Yuga, lighting the "something” that should have already even lost its name.

A fever that I assumed had already passed, which I should have erased a long time ago.

My heart got wind, and I was blurring. If there was something in the woods of his heart that rubbed off and thirsty, stirred up by the wind - it could have been nothing but a burning down of all the woods.

Should it be described as ambition or dominance - or exclusivity?

All of them were, ironically, virtues of the kind that rulers always needed - called hegemony.

Anyway - ever since this night, Yuga has decided not to be a lord, but to treat the "rebel princess Bubble” as one man.