Sanzen no Souru Supina

Yingjie the Night Demon: A Proposal Told by Yuga.

Theon couldn't answer the offer instantly.

I had already decided on the words I had to say, and there should be nothing to get lost or hesitate about, but there were no words as if I had stuffed something in my throat.

Blink, and his lips trembled, and eventually it propagated all over his body.

A gripped hand, the place, hot as it was set on fire.

"Oh, I can't take it"

Shivering at last, Theon said, well after.

"I... my flesh and my heart belong to that man - Ashledau, because I already am"

Staring at Scion shaking his neck left and right like a child, but without letting go of his gripping hand, Yuga said.

"Is that because he has Ashledau? So you're saying you can't take my offer?

Yuga's question was quiet.

That, on the contrary, was horrible for Zion. For the deeds of those who truly decide their hearts are always chilling.

In other words, Yuga's inquiry was felt by Zion, as he was asked, if he had killed Ashley in the dark, no, even if not, if he had retained her in a coma - for example, if Yuga had postponed feeding Zion like this and continued to captivate Zion by a brutal alteration by [Jagri Jagra], was it to cover it?

"Wow, I love Ashley."

Shivering in disgust, Theon said.

"But he eventually leaves. I don't think so."

To Zion, who lost his language and complexion, Yuga told him to teach.

Like denying Zion's fears, the predictions that are its source.

"Proudly, I will not lay a hand on him who can lie in the hospital bed. Also, let's do our best to recover from it. I don't know if it has to be a duel of pride as a knight, and I don't think I'll ever get the love of you anywhere near such a despicable modus operandi"

You, and Yuga called Zion for the first time. There was a light staring at my beloved.

But Yuga went on to say.

"But, Theon, listen carefully. Even if I do not do so, he will not live with you. There's a reason I can't live. That's time. Time. Compared to the time of perpetual robbery, when our family of night demons lived, their lives were like sparks for a moment.

It may be good now. His pouring of love will make you feel as if it were a flame that appeared on a frozen night.

But how long is that gonna take? How long can he stay that way?

Theon, listen carefully. Human life is short. Too short.

Not to mention he -- Ashledau says he's a knight. You also say that you have betrayed your country and are being chased by the group you once belonged to.

That is not an escape from cowardice. For the righteousness, benevolence, and faith that I believe in.

Anyone who has fought for his life should know, if you look at that wounded and drained flesh. I don't know what kind of man he is.

He is a brave man. He is a knight of purity who has nowhere to be ashamed of. But that's why I can assure you. He jumps in. It jumps in.

To the dead, to the depressed allies, risking their lives for what needs to be protected.

And, and... what happens?

Scion felt the pile standing against his heart to be trapped by force.

I didn't even need to be told.

It wasn't just Zion or Izma or, no, that Ashley lost that heart - it was after her actions to save all the people involved there.

The over-concentrated "spindle" energy finally crushed his heart from the inside out with its "furnace" flesh.

"You were distraught because that's what he did. Literally, he broke his chest and gave his heart away.

And you attracted a miracle that could never happen.

Dimensional twisted dipolymers - two completely different organisms living together sharing one organ - it seems to me that maybe even one of the ideals of life "

It was a sincere word. From there, Theon sensed that Yuga had already found a respectable temperament in a man named Ashle, as a knight, and more than that, as a man.

Even if we still don't exchange words, the deed, and from the way Theon thinks of Ashley. In other words, from devotion, not words, there was reverence in Yuga's heart.

"But, but that is why he will die prematurely. You'll see, you have it. Because he is brave, because he is noble, he jumps into the dead. Scared of loss, trembling to death carelessly, but deciding, making sure - that's who we are."

Or he that passeth may nevertheless die in the midst of a mix.

But what happens to you?

Blurry, tears spilled out of Zion's eyes.

Yuga's words were true. False, etc., nowhere.

On the contrary, Theon felt with his own hands the night of the month he met Yuga.

If, for one more moment, or even a half - Yuga's arrival had been delayed, Ashley would have died from sucking everything up into Zion's heart.

Zion's heart must have returned to the Lord's breast, as if nothing had happened after that.

That's when Theon found out.

One day, before long, Ashley will leave me and pass away.

No, on the contrary, sharing the heart with Theon may be speeding up the loss of the existence of Ashley, he said.

"How to get rid of it is, indeed, not"

Yuga said.

With him as my family - Theon had to devour his fangs to withstand the whispering of Yuga, which was about to pop out.

"As long as we demonize him at night, most of the problems will be solved. You're not going to be lonely."

There's no way I can. Sobbing, Yuga said, still faster than Zion's words trying to harden up the familiarity and say back.

"But you won't. If you know the pain of eternity."

Theon opened his eyes and looked at Yuga.

Sion is reflected in his eyes at that frozen lake surface, just like the day we met.

Theon had experienced countless times in the past the ritual by which the Night Devil begets his family - the “kiss of blood”.

That was a mandatory and compulsory experience for Theon, the daughter of her true ancestors.

It was an obligation to support the prosperity of the clan.

But that's why I knew very well that it would produce a lower “servant” than myself.

There was no other way to create equivalence or greater existence than to give the Son after the union of a man and a woman, like humanity.

That's why Yuga said.

"You can't make him Ashledau a convenient servant."

Why would Omae know that? Yes, Yuga laughed. A lonely grin, Theon thought.

"Didn't I tell you? I have married three, my wife. All of them were daughters of man. I loved all of it deeply. Just like you love Ashledaw. I thought I couldn't be apart, I hoped. But I could not deny them their dignity any more."

I could not demonize any of my wives at night.

I wanted nothing. They begged me to go. He wants to live with it, it can be a permanent robbery, he wants to walk with it.

Yuga continues.

"But I have rejected all of it. Human beings cannot avoid death. Knowing that it is inevitable, it is because we live hard - because we overcome difficulties, because we desire to accomplish something, because we burn lives - that we are beautiful. Flames are things that cannot be held back by ice."

If you think you've made it possible with some kind of scam, it's just holding the remains of a flame.

I knew. Zion already knew too much about it.

"Demons and humans are different at night. Proof of love, as proof of it, cannot even give a child. We are similarly shaped but never compatible."

Both, I can't go.

Yuga's words are only ever turned into a plea for Zion.

"Theon, don't take Ashledau away from you. I'm not trying to stay away. But will you forgive me for loving you? One man says that having two women as wives is a thing, as it is in the human world. In fact, there are a number of countries in the Arab world that institutionally acknowledge it"

How can you say the opposite should not be true?

"As it is, you will undoubtedly be alone for half a century. The more you weigh Ashledau's dignity, the more certain this word will be. At that time, instead of you, let me be your support... will you"

Again, say.

"I love you."

Theon can't stop the tears flowing down his lap.

Theon should have hated the man in front of him.

By benevolence, by inevitable circumstances, we give priority to Ashle's life, but therefore, to that tyranny, that mausoleum, that robbery - of dignity - Zion should have endured.

Theon could at least curse the man in front of him.

The man in front of the poor bird who was lost in his nostalgia toyed with the monarch's moral inferiority - because he admitted himself and confessed.

He said he defiled it by his own desire.

Even if, here and now, with the Holy Sword: "Rose Absolute," snowflakes humiliation and humiliation and restores honor, it should have been a legitimate right.

And yet, I couldn't do any of that.

I didn't hate you.

I knew he was a terrible man, and I couldn't hate him.

On the contrary, Zion was upset.

Because I became aware that the restraints and restraints I had received so far, and that any of them made from the alteration - Yuga - had planted feelings similar to love in Zion.

Yes, what Yuga poured on Zion was an unbridled love.

Otherwise, Zion would not have been more upset.

I tormented Zion not because that's why I disgusted him, but because my chest, slammed between my love for Ashley and my feelings for Yuga, struck me like an early bell.

Speaking of the fact that no beloved visions flew into Zion's brain, for a moment or even just a moment, trying to take it away from each other while being boarded by these perfectly different temperamental men - it would be a lie.

In other words, I can't help it.

Theon had found in this man named Yugadir his ideals as the masterpiece he wanted and as the one who fought with his destiny.

As he shook it off, Zion tried to untie Yuga's finger after holding her hand back once hard.

"I can't accept it. I belong to Ashledau."

"Love for me... no fine dust, you say?

The words reminded Scion of the contents of the modification using "Jagri Jagra" applied by Yuga.

Without love, I felt like you were being asked if you felt me so much.

I'm sorry, Theon said.

"Whatever happens, I can't take your offer. I can't."

"Does that mean... I got a formal proposal from Ashledau...? As a wife... you already have."

Yuga gripped her untied finger again.

Scion tastes the pain like a spear tip on his chest.

But I don't put that pain on my face.

"Yes."

I lied.

Ashley swore to me that she was with me.

But Ashley is not Zion's husband. There are no engagement facts either.

Because Ashley has a daughter - now separated - who has already sworn to each other and given proof of love - Irisberda.

Still, Theon wanted to go home to Ashley, even after he plotted a man who now spit his heart out honestly.

Damn, and out of Zion's hands, Yuga's that was removed.

A long silence came. Only the sound of falling off the snow roof was heard from time to time.

It was Yuga who cut it out.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It was disgusting, and it bumped my one-sided hopes. Please... forget it."

For the first time, Yuga raised her head.

And when I raised my face, that calm grin was back in its appearance.

Then I said.

Ashley will wake up soon.

I thought I'd offer you two a separate mansion.

However, even after you wake up, you should stay here for a while.

Theon thanked him politely, but only for his last offer, he corrected.

"Ashley's awakening is assured, and I want her to move."

Yuga accepted the offer after a lot of silence.

It was not until two days later that Zion was shaken by the carriage and moved his place.

So Theon awakens Ashle, I won't forget that time.

That time when the awareness of sin against joy and betrayal wrapped a whirlpool with white and black, raging through my heart and overthrowing all things.

Am I not worthy of destruction?

I trembled at such a hunch.

There must have been a word to tell. There must have been a story to tell.

But everything like that just disappeared from the back of my brain.

As soon as Ashley drank the soup from her hand and tried to serve a second cup, each other's hands touched each other.

"How was it?

"Although hunger is the best seasoning... you really are. Can I get a replacement?

"Damn...... that's my newest piece and the first soup of my life, huh?

"... I'll see you tomorrow..."

Ashley's response was the same.

Without that change, Zion is about to spill tears.

I was delighted. I said to the cry.

"I'm not a gastronomer."

"I'm a small citizen, I am. Shit, tastefully."

"So, what do you want me to tell you about the taste of your house?"

"Uh, my mamma (Sophia) transforms into an educated mom only for that matter."

Ashley laughed as if she had hung up.

And then... Theon doesn't know how that happened.

If you noticed, you were taken off at the table, confirmed on the wall, cornered on the stairs - loved in a bedroom full of sunshine.

The bedroom was covered in a white tent like Vale.

The sun light being poured caused indiscriminate reflections on the cloth and the white walls of the room, filling the room as it was transformed into soft light. Completely spared the extra decoration. There it was wrapped in a sphere of light that seemed to lose even the sensation of up and down.

Zion trembled as he suffered from fever that he, the Night Demon, would be loved in the sun as if he were a son of man.

And at the same time, he remembered that this was where Yuga and his wives once lived, and he was tightened in the chest.

This room filled with light was Yugadir's Dream.

He fought for man, and loved the daughter of man, and hoped that man and the devil of night would be under the light together.

But every one of his loved ones, by the book of time, was gone.

So this is the wreckage of the Dream - it's obsolete.

Pompous, and tears spilled.

She asked me what happened.

Nothing, Theon replied, telling Ashley.

"I'm glad I did."

"This time, I managed to come home."

Go to you. Ashle said, and Zion nodded.

At that time, "Jagri Jagra" glanced at its evil buds from all over the flesh of Zion, so as to block any further discourse.

It seemed to Ashley to be emitting a dark aura, that apparatus that was roughly disproportionate to this occasion.

"Shion, change you."

Ashle's proclamation made Zion's body tingle and cramp. Nodded.

Then I told Ashley clearly, with a voice that I could barely hear Zion dyed by Zhu to my ear.

Take him into custody so he doesn't get away with it.

Tie him up so he can't hide anything.

Be cruel... so you can't make excuses.

Brand it - don't forget it.

"... be complete with your... things..."

That was not a word for each other to consider the other.

The voice that came out of Zion's heart was "Nerd."

Ashley makes that "twist" come true.

Theon sees his secrets literally being exposed under daylight.

It is also to be known to Ashle for the wounds of the engraving caused by Yuga.

Ashley doesn't know yet.

that it is a sculpture engraved by Yugadir.

I believe everything is atrocious by "Jagri Jagra".

That is why I believe that I am the first (...) knight to save Zion from that outrage.

There lies the shaping, the fruit of sensibility, created by the aesthetics elevated by the artistic.

Cruel, but superb beauty. Confirming Zion, Ashle admires him unexpectedly.

To be relative to this beauty, there was something that had to be thrown away.

It was kind and compassionate - such a comfortable coat of sugar.

Cruelty is demanded of those who relate to what is harsh and extreme.

Because it is an act that strengthens the other person's own ideals.

That is undoubtedly an inhumane demand.

But extreme beauty is only at its end.

And cruelty was at the same time the qualities required of a king.

Theon kept his consciousness burned by the love of Ashle, who was shot in.

Until then, "Jagri Jagra", personalized to Yuga, rammed like a military horse who refused to be anything but his husband.

But Ashley twisted and rode all the way down in the Spindle's "Him of Will."

Of course, it created a tremendous backlash and Zion was driven mad by the shock with the flash.

I was blamed endlessly for it so much that I could not breathe.

No, rather, Theon wanted that.

I wanted a real feeling that Ashle would love me until I held my breath.

That's how I wanted Ashley to control every part and feeling that made up Scion.

If you want to, even that heart.