Sanzen no Souru Supina

Maestro: Darieri -- Ashley knew the name of Elsid.

He is a first-degree heretic.

A man once said the heretic inquisitors were looking for him with blood eyes.

"Either way, there will be God. But suddenly St. Ikes is not"

Ashley, indeed, knew the thick drawings of forbidden book handling starting with such a radical sentence.

“Professor": He once sneaked me through what Larnbert had obtained by calling it a dossier.

It was titled "Creating Night Seed Breeds".

Mention was made of the differences and commonalities between mankind and heterogeneity by means of detailed anatomical diagrams, and it was concluded that, originally, they were not derived from the same species, and therefore confusion was not possible.

Though the heretic inquisitors stepped into the residence to much content, by then Elsid had already embarked on a journey of accommodation, which had left him unattended.

He is a man who was thought to be dead in the western world.

Ashley remembered the moments she shouldn't have felt in the various monsters depicted in her drawings - imaginary drawings of the creatures, each beautiful and seductive - and had repented to Larn on the spot.

As a matter of fact, I have an anecdote that Larn said he didn't blame Ashley, but the author is in front of me.

"Exactly, I'm dead. Once. And revived by Yuga's hand."

And Elsid said unto the dawning, and unto the dawning.

"Of course, in a financial sense."

Whatever, art, invention, exploration costs money.

"And even if you had the money, the power, even if that's all, many people don't know how to use it."

Until then, I had no interest whatsoever in Ashle and Zion, and when I finished my meal, I apologized for my helpfulness, and it was when Ashle mentioned the writings that Elsid changed his attitude, indicating that he wanted to return to his own research as soon as possible.

"I confess - it's a beautiful drawing, I thought."

The boar's bare bones, even the tendons affixed to its perimeter, were completely peeled off and finished eating in a butcher-like arrangement, and the eyes of Elyside, who was nodding up the bones on the plate, swept away, and turned to Ashle.

"It's an old book. It's inaccurate, too."

Elsid told him to spit on a book he himself had published with his life at stake.

"However... I still believe that the drawings can be indoctrinated."

What's your name? Asked so, Ashley twitched.

I should have introduced myself, and Yuga would have let me know beforehand. It's impossible to ask someone to eat while they're down.

At the edge of my eyes, I could see Yuga laying down her eyes saying, "This is the kind of guy I am".

This means that you are the kind of man who only decides what he hears and watches by his own will. It was intense, too.

Ashley named herself as questioned and recapitulated her previous history.

Being the Holy Knight of the Pontifical Agency, Overlord: Fighting the Gran, fellow travellers - Princess of the Night Devil and King of the Earthspider, daughter of the vessels of the two hearts - in the Isle of Catel, in the rebellion and sailing, in the drifting temple of Frama.

As he lay low that he should not speak, to Ashle who spoke, only when did Elsid climb out and listen.

Then it was in Angry Tao's questioning attack.

Holy relic - - a reservoir for the "Nerd": the "Paragram" and its cutting-edge "Dextrus".

on the origins of overload.

Night demons and earthspiders, their racial characteristics.

About the fusion of two different spirits.

Abandoned God: About Frama.

Ashley had no offensive emotions, however, in the shitty glowing eyes that she didn't think of as an old man, wondering where all those questions would come from.

Elsid isn't asking in the funny half.

There was an intellectual exploration springing from within me, and an attitude that was often shown to try to solve the myriad questions that would have accumulated in me over the years.

At some point he left the plate and wrote Gashigashi and a note in a notebook that had lost its original shape by pinching or sticking too many different things, while Elsid did not, however, try to distract himself from Ashle for an hour.

He's a genius, Ashley admitted.

The question lasted for a moment. I said as Elsid nodded to sum something up and held the note, double-checking.

"Um, shall we not let this happen this evening? No, it was a very meaningful evening, gentlemen."

Chuckles, and Ashle and Zion blinked, but decided to stop saying anything.

When I put a servant on it, Hydra seemed to gain momentum.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot."

But Hydra, who came out untouched, pointed the spear at Zion.

"Why don't you do a model? Of course, it's nude."

Now, the model of the painting you're drawing doesn't really come close. A tiny pencil was pointed at Scion.

"The title is The March of the Queen of the Night."

No, it was, and two men praised Elsid at the same time from left to right.

Exactly. And Elsid wandered over the sword curtain.

"Even though I asked you to let me split it up."

It was Elsid who alternated between Ashle and Yuga and sighed.

I don't know anything about the Omaes, and I snapped.

Upon finishing a meal much extended thanks to Elsid, Yuga led the three to a much more private space rather than a room.

The door was hidden in the shade of the great staircase.

Without Yuga's lead, I wouldn't have noticed very much.

At first, darkness was obsessed with the door.

Ashley remembered behind that darkness the feeling that someone, or some human or creature, was lurking.

Scion seemed to feel the same way. Slightly fit.

The reason was revealed when Bespar Boy and the other, a near-term girl lit the space with fire.

Conveniently, the statue of the three bodies was there.

Ha, and Ashle breathed, and then she was blinded.

It was all a goddess.

It's also alien, alien.

When I was a lion, I had a body.

There was one with armor on the belly of a beetle.

There were those who wrapped serpent-like tubes around their whole bodies and equipped them with wings.

Everything was different, but they were all made of the body of a monster like no other in the world, and the flesh of a maiden as clean as the Virgin.

All wore elaborate sculptures.

Was it because of a stain that was hard to wipe all over your body and it was underwater?

The second was like a common marble statue of Ashley.

And the last one stays as bright as it is polished - it won't flatter the material.

However, it was found that all of them were extraordinary shaping beauty.

Theon is looking up at it in the same way.

"I wonder"

It was Elyside who asked in full time.

"Too much, I lose my word."

"Do you know the author?

"I'm understudied and embarrassed. I don't know so much about this work."

"So what about the times? Would you know that?

"From what I've seen...... isn't it from Agantilis period?

You can touch it and make sure.

Elsid said in an attitude as if he were the Lord of this statue.

Ashley looks back at Yuga. Yuga nods as if it's natural.

Ashley felt frightened, but touched each one.

It started with the stained goddess.

Looking like she was holding the lion's head back, she reminded Ashle of the strengths bills on the tarot card.

However, the lion's flesh was piercing the maiden's flesh to build another torso.

The lion's body hair is all like bird wings.

I get the impression that I've beautified the warcraft called Kimaira much more - the Divine Beast.

Ashle observed the surface.

It was exactly what I thought.

Material is marble. Defects and fine abrasions were scattered. Nor does it look like it was repaired.

Ashle sits on her stepladder and smells it dressed like she mouths a maiden.

Very far away, I smelled the water. The less intense underwater of the stream - like, for example, swamps and lakes - was a faint sign, but that was enough for Ashley.

"Flaws and stains are spared. But... how sweet and full of life. I feel a blend of compassion in the inner wild and in humans."

As he stroked the curve, Ashle spared the remnants and moved on to the next statue.

The familiar pure white marble statue was armored with armor reminiscent of a beetle's abdomen.

He has a long tail, his hands and feet are like sharp swords and if he touches them, he's going to cut them off.

Pursuing thin and sharp representations so far in stone statues requires exceptional technology and absolute trust in it.

Yet the rich breast milk gives me the illusion that if I touched it despite being a stone statue, it would accept it softly.

Its venerable face is so soft, its eyes half as a dream girl, closed.

Ashle looks at its curved beauty with her fingers.

Passing through your cheeks, your breasts - then through your armored underbelly, tight hips, and into your spine, to a tail reminiscent of the exquisitely decorated giant dragon bone.

"The combination of the softness of the maiden and the shaping reminiscent of the pitiful blade - is an exquisite thing to do. If you were attacked by such a beautiful creature, you wouldn't have one."

And to the maiden, who soaked herself in a tube reminiscent of countless snakes.

If we get closer, Ashle realizes that what was visible as the fabric of the chiseled flying skirt was some mechanical barefoot armored part.

The sun wheel with both hands was made of sharp thorns, penetrating through the maiden's hands.

Yet it cannot bring it down, which burns, and the maiden has no choice but to expose her breast milk.

Ashle finds a bearable flair in his honor.

And the moment he touched that skin, Ashle let go like he burned his hand.

What's the matter, Yuga tilted her little neck and instead looked at Ashley with the kind of face Elsid would identify with.

"Only this statue...... warm"

"I guess it's an extremely difficult material to conduct heat. Reflect our body temperature and feel that way."

Yuga said, Ashley glanced.

Push your ear against the breast of the maiden's peel so that you can bare it - all you can hear is a small stream of air swirling in Ashle's inner ear.

As relieved by it, Ashle crawls her fingers into the flesh of the maiden.

"This is - it smells ideal - but an ideal snail that is too expensive to be reached by humans. Therefore, although this is a lonely thing, I feel that it is also a snail of tragedy for those who have fulfilled their hopes."

And I appeal to the heart of what it watches.

Unembracing the statue, Ashley turned to the three of them and said:

"The first one is from the Agantilis period, right? Probably something that was underwater. Isn't that stain because it was dumped on the bottom of the water by plunder multiplied by the commotion when the unified dynasty was lost?

Neither Yuga nor Elsid say anything. So Ashley decided she could go on.

"Isn't the second one only modern? But the technology is awesome. Just as good as the Agantilis period ones, or the calories that are put in - don't be afraid of misunderstandings and say" soul "- would be or go on top of them. Determined if you dare to put it into words, can you describe it? A blend of strong, sharpened" will "and suppleness."

That's it, Ashley watched Elsid.

Elsid also watched Ashley again.

However, it was Ashley who missed the sight of it.

"Just the last one. I don't know just this. I really don't know. I can't even spot the material. And even though it's warm when you touch it -- and the impression you get from this statue is the opposite -- rather, you can even remember despair at its distance, at the completeness of the ideal you were charged with -- I think that's what the Sun Wheel says."

At first glance, all of this that looks like a series - isn't it entirely irrelevant and the author separate?

That's how Ashley closed.

Well, there was a leak of praise from both men.

"The maiden of this armor, the author of the statue I presume to be modern, is Maestro: Darieri, aren't you?

Elsid stepped forward in response to Ashle's inquiry.

"Mahirma," he said. My created goddess. "

The lion's maiden is braubillet, and the sun wheel is roshkameia - Mr. Omae's aesthetic eye is a big deal.

A man called genius sent Ashle a sparing praise.

Come on, let me talk more, and I think you admitted Ashley “in the eye” even Elyside's face had changed.

The two spoke a lot as they dispensed with Yuga's offered brandy.

Ashley was impressed with Elsid's passion for creation and knowledge that involved practice - the words of an unmistakable creator who became flesh, and Elsid was totally in love with Ashley's brilliant sensibilities and terrible amount of knowledge - his love for antiquity.

The talks that lasted until late at night, so if Yuga hadn't offered to open them, they really would have lasted until dawn.

"Be sure to show your face to the atelier"

Where that difficulty initially went, Elsid held Ashle's hand as if he were a friend of previous years, and made him promise so.

Let's send it, I flickered Yuga's offer and turned it down, disappearing into the city late at night.

"Well, so do we, now."

"No, you better stay."

Without saying whether or not, Yuga stuck the key in Ashle's hand.

"I'm letting you fix the back bedroom. Without this key, no one would get in here."

I won't say anything bad, you better take my advice.

That's all I said, Yuga walked out of there.

Ashley sent the figure to the door feeling like she was stuck in a fox and locked it as she could tell.

I was concerned about Yuga's attitude as if she'd left to run away.

"I don't know, excuse me."

Indeed, in retrospect, I left it to the intoxication of wine and brandy, and I had no feeling that I had left the organizers to wander off.

However, Ashley could not remain rational, surrounded by so much beauty.

I knew how precise it had to be to sharpen the work, and hit Elsid with the thought.

That's why Elsid admitted Ashley.

Ashley believes so.

Even if I was on the side of the jade stone mixture (...), I was admitted to be “in the eye” at all.

And I wasn't aware of Ashley at this time, but Ashley was in a way a man who was forced to keep finishing his “work”.

That's why it would have been this night's empathy and sympathy.

Yuga must have called Elyside, expecting such a chemical reaction, too.

"But hey, I'm surrounded by those beauties... can you sleep"

The excitement over physical fatigue is still palpitating Ashle's chest.

But when he turned around saying so, Ashley would know Yuga's advice - and the real reason for it.

Sion stood at ease.

The hand is gripped hard enough to lose blood.

"You thought you could stand it... Though I was... a stone statue, I was shown the bodies of other beautiful princesses... and I thought I was sane."

Come on, and I thought Ashley only heard the blood draw.

Indeed, Ashley can't deny what she was feeling somewhere.

I have to put something in my hands that stands alongside this beauty.

Scion, said.

To this end, I had sought somewhere to know all the beautiful princesses who, to the details, to the depths, could only seem to be the creation of this God.

That made Ashley run into such behavior.

Ashley, who was confused and hardened, took Shion.

Ashley knew that was a signal.

Overlooked by the goddesses, sometimes overwhelmed by their beauty, but Ashley can only "do so" Zion.

You have to enhance your ideals, I can only admonish you.

In the chest of Zion, which Ashle could untie but admonish, was not as simple as his own words.

As he exchanged words with Elsid and hit Yuga with his thoughts, Zion clearly saw the "fire” lit inside Ashle.

It's a passion for creation.

It seems to Zion that Yuga was after it.

If Elsid was a flame, Yuga showed him all the fuel he needed to burn it.

It's firewood, it's oil, it's hurricanes.

It's a breeze that stirs the fire that was just born out.

Isn't it impossible to ignite it?

That's how Yuga asked Ashledau after everything was put in place.

I wonder what Omae is.

Creation, creation, creation - who stands up to its most difficult feats?

Otherwise, Theon cannot find out what it means to have invited Elsid at this time today.

And Theon was frightened.

Watch Ashley ascertain the three maidens with her hands, with her skin, by smelling the remnants of history.

"This is how I am extremed, too," he said.

Understand that the first step in Ashley's creation is Theon himself.

Every time Ashley searches for and tells the history and secrets of the maidens, who at the same time enclose darkness and light, the Shion remembers the feeling of his flesh being touched by Ashley, and his knee trembles stopped.

I'm sure only Yuga has understood that.

I felt my gaze staring at Theon.

Theon holds his chest to the bitterness of being able to tighten his chest.

Trembling, frightened... all I can do is turn myself around.

No resistance, no escape, no escape.

I don't even think I want to.