Sanzen no Souru Supina

The passage to the “secret garden” was beyond the hidden door.

When Ashley first visited Yuga, the hidden door at the back of the stairs... the wall beside it was.

"I didn't know there was another hidden door right next to the hidden door... that's just hard to think of."

I held the candlestick as I said, and Yuga stepped into the aisle.

Go down the stone stairs. How far down would it have gone? Suddenly, the surroundings flicker.

It seemed to be out on the edge of the waterway. The noise is small. It was dark and smelled faint of water.

Something surprising happened as soon as possible.

The moment he stepped into the aisle, the whole aisle lit a light all the way from the other side, as if to guide him.

The compartment was all made of building materials that were neither stone nor wood.

Ashley knew it without a tight joint.

Already in the past, twice, I had encountered this building material and had touched it with its hands.

"This is... this building material... from Ignache territory, the graveyard of Gran:" Paragram "or... from Katel Island... from the backyard..." The Lord ".

Yuga threw her gaze at Ashley's twinkle.

Well, do you know? That's the kind of eye I had.

"Follow me."

The candlestick put out the fire for nothing, put it on the floor, and Yuga resumed the lead.

"Oh, you know, Yuga, I promised Elsid I'd come with you..."

"Ashley, I'm afraid I can't do that. Elsid is a genius, an artist, my friend... but he is too ambitious.

A man who cares more about his senses than about morality and norms, than about national security and tranquillity.

I can't control my curiosity. I don't even want to.

That is a virtue, but it is also a dangerous quality.

I can never show him this place.

It was my failure to tell this story before him.

So, Ashley, Theon, there's never a word else about what you saw ahead.

That's all there is to sleeping ahead. "

So think that what I will do now is trust Theonzafir as a knight, Her Highness the Duchess. Yuga stabbed the nail in a rare and strong tone.

A long walk down the bright waterway.

Yuga talked about it in a cursory way.

It was about myself and my three wives. Why, did we talk about that? It was impressive that Yuga herself didn't know what was really going on either.

I'm sure that's because this passage leads to Yuga's old, trapped memories, Sion thinks.

Because Theon himself knew a lot about architecture as an external storage device.

Even for humans, more than memorabilia and raw tables are, for night demons with full memories, the indentation of the pillars used and every little scratch is a switch linked to that memory.

When you walk down this aisle, behind Yuga's brain, your love for your lost wife will always come back to life.

And it was only at the source of this unreliable light that it was a fitting story to be told.

Because I was talking about a dream road that had faded away.

Yuga spoke pale.

"My only wife was a knight to you, the princess.

He was clean and full of talent - just like Ashley just now - with a strong sense of justice. It was burning in The Dream to rebuild the fallen royal family.

At first, we were enemies. I can't help it. I was a demon at night, and she was a devout Ixian.

He was the first person to go and face to face every time there was an incident.

The beginning of my place in this country - and I say so.

It was basically me who was after my life, but in many cases we often fought together.

And despite the fact that she kept her back and fought together, she didn't quite try to believe me.

On the contrary, the cruelty of it - which is natural as a monarch who keeps the minister - has made her attractive to me...

I was already nearly five hundred years old then. And I was tired.

I also once had a Dream.

It is the Dream that mankind and the Night Devil can coexist.

But my gait was always betrayed by attacks from the unilateral human side. Fighting superstition and religious incitement is unlimited for mankind. That is the code of the flock, for those who disobey awaited the sanction of isolation.

That is why the Princess's "Dream" dazzled me as she scolded the minister and tried to rebuild her own country while being hurt by a long wandering.

I guess I was already in love with her at this time.

Stepping into Trantrim, which was still under Barracool's rule, she naturally challenged Barracool to battle. And I could not abandon her like that.

I mean, I got caught up in her battle, and I became a hero without wanting to.

Funny story, isn't it?

And when they were confused, but kept each other's backs, and defeated Barracool, I took her to reign over this land, which had become vacant. The ministers, exhausted by wandering, still seemed to need a place of peace.

Then she answered.

My dreams are not the only ones that have taken this country. Shit, about half of it would be yours.

As I said, she was on the throne.

I - with a headache from fatigue and confusion - was on the Queen's throne at first, unaware.

You said it one day, she said. Why don't you make your dream come true?

That's when I realized. Finally, I feel for myself.

I loved this girl. "

"You two were niggers.

He was an Ixist priest with a mission for indoctrination and visited the land.

At that time, Trantrim had just installed his union with the peripheral states and moved to a parliamentary system, a state of childhood in which, if we say so in human terms, he had finally begun to get up and walk.

Now the remnants of the isolationists on the periphery = the strongholds of the nobles under King Barracourt's rule were still innumerable at home and abroad, and the Knights of the White Demons I had organized had dawned on that crusade.

There comes a rough nosed little girl on board with a correctional mission from the Western world.

Honestly, I knew it was a troublesome issue.

At first I wanted to refuse to accept this priest.

Considering the time it took for my first wife to accept me, for it was visible that the priest of Ixism, who sees the Night Devil as the enemy of humanity, would antagonize me.

Behind it...... I seemed to see the Crusaders.

At the time - and for more than 700 years already in history - the Night Devil and the Pope's Office had fought each other.

And if thou shalt disclose me, and if a crusader be sent, this land, which is now at last beginning to walk, shall be wiped out with its own feet.

That's not all I could forgive.

After being lost, I came to meet in a mountain house on the border.

Hide, of course, that you are the Night Devil.

And in the middle of the meeting, I confessed to it. If they saw me as an enemy, they had decided to kill me on the spot and to hide the evidence.

She was surprised. But it didn't make any noise. Then I said.

We are heretics - confessed to the contrary.

Now is the time to be recognized by the Greaters, but they named themselves as one of those who campaigned to recognize the marriage of the priesthood. Regardless, the Pope's Office did not acknowledge it and punished them for suspected fornication.

That's where they fled.

Let us build an orphanage, not a church for preaching, she has communicated the club's policy of activity.

I was troubled, but I decided to try to believe her.

In fact, war orphans were overflowing the country due to the aftermath of King Barracourt's rule and the strife with the isolationists.

That was not simply because he lost his parents in war, but because Barracool had acknowledged to the nobles the exercise of the right of first night, and the isolationists had not leaked into many examples of war and had repeatedly plundered and raped them.

Therefore, their activities were welcomed and their base was increased everywhere.

Of course, the state also assisted. There were no children between me and my ex-wife, but only when did I seem as if all of their orphans were my sons.

But there's been a case.

The isolationists attacked the orphanage. Many children were slaughtered and fed by the Included Beast.

And she was taken away - and you don't have to tell me what happened.

When we got into that stronghold we searched for, she was alive, but she was conceiving an isolationist child.

There was no law against abortion, but she laughed and said.

If I deny this child, I will deny all the children who are now before us - so I will give birth.

It would have been a strength. It would have been a trick. Because her voice, saying so, was trembling with whimpers, and the roots of her teeth were beeping and making noises.

But still, she tried to make up what she believed.

I was offering her.

I was wondering if you could make me your father. "

"And the last one was the daughter of an isolationist.

At the time, she was the daughter offered as a contribution to surrender when she dominated the headquarters of the isolationist leader who was the largest faction.

I lied that it was Barracool's direct line. Assuming these things, I'm going to sell them high at best, and my father would have blown me in.

With hostility and an indomitable "will" in his eyes, he nevertheless bowed his knees and wished for the help of those under his banner, of those under his command. The responsibility lies with our "torn into battle” royalty. And the battle was won or lost by the luck of time.

I see the generals were handed down to my daughter, not my father.

And I've made bold and invincible suggestions.

How about treating me not as a tribute, but as a wife?

“Hero of the Redemption" will always be single. I mean, that's what I've been provoking.

And the proposal was a deal that wasn't bad politically.

The policy of reconciliation with the isolationists was best served by marriage between the two.

If you accept the proposal, I'll tell you a secret about this country that Omae doesn't know, my daughter said.

Of course, if only I had the courage to go with me and the bedding.

I liked the cover-up of my daughter. Anyway, her daughter's knees, spitting out that airy line, trembled, for both hands were so clenched that nails were eaten in the skin and blood seeped in.

And when the man of the night devil answered to teach him how to deal with the princess of the wreck, I will not forget the colour of the terror that dwelt in his eyes.

I would have been scared - my daughter had just grown up.

Of course, I was asked to take responsibility for the promises I made myself.

In the bedroom, I found out, however, the secret of my daughter's flesh. It was alien. The whitened organ - it's like an inclusive beast… Humanity had heterogeneous organs for its daughter.

I told him to mock me for being ugly.

This is a testament that our Barracool lineage has defended this country with its own body, my daughter said.

Do you want to hold me? I was questioned. My daughter, who threatened to contaminate me, looked more likely to break.

I was remembering Barracool. It had already been over a hundred years at that time... but I never forgot.

Indeed, Barracool, crusaded by me and my first wife... had yet to come to fruition in the appearance of an alien beast.

My daughter truly inherited her lineage and traits.

But I did not cower. I was brave, not that. It would not be right to say either, because I wished for the peace of mind of the nation.

I could no longer, then, delude the emptiness that was in my heart.

The brilliance of living time along with the two wives had raised the hole in their hearts, its depth and darkness.

I thought that I might give all of mine to this daughter.

So I taught love thoroughly.

I guess I never thought I'd be loved, my daughter's reaction was... adorable.

I'm confused and annoyed by the movement of my mind, really.

Then, she was awesome mind-bearer.

He was jealous of both my dead wives. However, the disclosure had changed.

I saw statues and portraits and looked up the business they left behind, recipes for cooking. Never, with her pride, tried to break it.

Then... I started trying to get over them. It's not to be forgiven, like staying defeated.

He was a warrior.

At some point I realized that I was losing sight of this little woman warrior "

I wonder why.

Yuga's tone about the three wives was pale and even fun at times, but no, if so, it seemed to Zion to convey the meaning of a man named Yugadir being lonely. And that day, I thought I figured out why Yuga courted me and asked me to marry her.

And by the time Yuga finishes her talk - the three of them will finally reach the end of the long stretched waterway.

Different landscapes were spreading there.

Sakuraku, and Ashley swallowed Tsubagami.

At the end of the aisle, once again, it was a hall that looked familiar somewhere.

"This is... no way... Ignace's twisting vessel:" Paragram. "No, Catel Island's..." Construx "?

Ashley overlapped it with two of the giant Focuses she saw one day at the Royal Cemetery in Ignache and the whitened remains that were sitting on Catel Island: the back yard.

What was sitting there still had the honorable face of the Goddess, who one day would see the statue on top of her head.

I don't know if it's alive or dead.

It was just, like a beautiful mummy, or a stone statue, it was just quietly looking down at the Ashlets.

"The Genealogy of the Portal... or this too"

I didn't know, Ashley was crushing.

Indeed, Dashkamarier, Archbishop of Katel Island, called it that, with the "Lord" and a series of devices to be attached to it.

Turn it into a device that even alters destiny, with a giant gate that connects somewhere and somewhere - that is, the Portal.

And even Ashley's portable Focus is just an option - equipment.

In front of Ashley and the others, it was just as structured as wrapping a treasure ball from top to bottom with palms, and a statue of a goddess supported by a serpent-like torso chewing on its treasure ball - which would be an egg - as if it were merciful.

The eggs were large enough for one human to immerse himself in the cradle's Dream inside.

And it didn't leak from previous examples - it was as white as a bone washed by waves.

"Portal: Log Solitary - this is my secret garden."

When Yuga told him that, somewhere far away, it sounded like a group of precision machines combined.

"Well, take a look at that."

When Yuga said so, he pulled a spear out of the hands of the statues shaping the walls.

For a moment, Ashle couldn't forbid nervousness to run all over her body. It is an instinct engraved in Ashle's flesh as a knight.

Yuga laughed at such Ashley's reaction. Reliable, but just don't say.

The end towards Yuga was against the egg (...).

There were multiple sounds of air coming out of the shave, kasha, and.

Shiru, and the statue of the goddess releases herself from the egg (...).

The arms that were located up and down were twisted to open the lid of the bottle, and the eggs (...) split up and down.

Following the sounds of air loss, eggs (...) that could not be found anywhere until then, such as joints, unfolded up and down, reminiscent of lotus petals.

And at the center of it was someone who wasn't human.

Ashley knew that, and not at the same time.

It was beautiful.

It was ugly.

It was a human, a beast, a bird, a worm. It was holy and, at the same time, demonic.

His expression as a transcendent man and his indelible filth, wiped or not, kept him mixed together - letting him live in it.

Conflict - The word flies into Ashley's brain.

Clean and turbid. That amalgam is human.

But Ashley could have judged it "not human" at first glance because the two conflicting elements that the person carried were too extreme.

If he had purified and differentiated indefinitely the precious and the ugly things that sleep in the human being, but locked them in the same being without separation - it would have been like this.

That is, it is a monster. It is beautifully cursed.

For a moment, his overly beautiful eyelids trembled and his eyes were revealed.

It was golden, and I looked at Ashley, and my mouth was pounding.

"Rochekameia...... is that it?

It was at the same time that a whisper similar to Ashle's groan and something of it twinkled his mouth.

That was a terrible resemblance to one of the pillars of the goddess that Yuga and Elsid led and encountered that night - Rochekameia.

But at the next moment, the goddess, who resembled Roschkameia very much, was pierced through her chest by a blade of white, breathless.

Yuga waved the spear on the sideburn. That is what pierced the flesh of the goddess.

The spear - Lotha Invierno - was also Focus.

I heard the blade breaking when I was in the pile. It's not broken.

Theon was discerning at a glance that it was similar in nature to his sword: Rose Absolute.

The spear that spreads the petal toward the tip was exactly the same as Rose Absolute, with a mechanism to leave a blade on the enemy.

But it wasn't ruin that brought it about.

"This spear: What" Rosa Invierno "brings is - time out. From the course of time," Chichi "detaches and retains only its existence"

It's hard to bind a willing being for good. "

Saying Yuga unleashed a broken spear of a blade on the floor unwrought, herself a living statue and turned prey: Rochekameia (?) I can hold him. Keep going, head to the pier that protruded into the waterway.

No way, Ashle thought, and followed him along with Zion.

When Yuga looked back at them only once, she walked to the tip of the pier, knelt down, and then sank the statue of the goddess cut from that time, mercifully, into water that was cold enough to cut off her hands.

Yura, and in the pale light, like a carcass of pure white fish. When he saw it drift away, and when he saw its whiteness reflect the light and illuminate his surroundings - Ashle and Zion noticed.

A number of -- each with a slightly different design -- of the goddesses, sunk under the water.

"This is the secret of Trantrim - Mad King: The Secret Garden, handed down long before the days of Barracool - the root of this country."

From the look on Yuga's face to say so, it was impossible to deduce what was in its heart.