Sanzen no Souru Supina

"The two wives, the Nishimons - Nonna - were taken away by the isolationists who raided the orphanage, where they carried their sons.

She rescued her and accepted me for offering to marry her.

So I... could have gotten a child, even without a blood connection.

But naturally, the child inherited the anomaly as the first hybrid to the Included Beast.

The differences with humanity varied, but the most important thing was that the child had both sexes.

In addition to natural abnormalities, such as the proximity of the outer ear to the top of the head, as if it were a cat animal, appearance features were revealed as beasts that became more pronounced as they grew.

Tenderness, for example.

Eyes that strongly reflect light.

And once it's open, it's just so powerful and agile that human beings can't fathom it, flesh flexibility...

But Nonna's love and warm personality were handed down to the child.

You'll laugh when it's your father's hiatus.

Man with first child I also almost admit it's the child's troubles of parents.

Still, that kid was a brilliant, thoughtful, strong "will" child.

Pionello... that was his name.

Pionello grew up limp with the love of Nonna and one of the nearest brothers.

However, the situation outside the courtroom could not be said to be very good.

At a time when the period of reconstruction, when the social order had been relatively restored, was passing and the physical appearance as a nation was stabilizing, people's eyes were being directed from external threats to foreign objects within their own societies.

Speaking of which - the war-affected orphans who remain colorful as aliens - persecution of the people known as the Included Beast droppers.

The idea of seeing what was not pureblood mankind as a threat was finally sprouting the peace it had won on the nursery bed.

However, that was an unfounded story, and it certainly wasn't.

The first hybrid often missed human standards in its appearance, too, because it constantly touched the heartbreaks of those who survived the era of Barracool repression.

And even though the Night Devil was so close to mankind in appearance, he could not mate as a species, and vice versa, the first hybrid and mankind were to mate easily - no, so much easier than mankind was to each other.

Human beings who inherit the blood of the Included Beast are difficult to disobey the orders of their parents, the Included Beast.

Blood (...) binds them.

I could only see that as a disease.

Both I and Ordehia knew that there was a distraction from the war and that the first hybrid had been massacred.

I know... but I didn't punish you.

Pioneero lived through those difficult times.

Me and Nonna talked about it like every night.

Nonna's claim to me in error was consistent.

It was against human weakness.

Nonna made me listen by speaking of the weakness of man, speaking of the splendour of the "Chi" of the will of man, the "Chi" of the Dream.

Yuga, there are few people who can remain as strong as you say they are.

For example, the purifying idea of erasing the blood muscles of the air that is about to be brewed into this country right now - the Included Beast - is not only because its blood causes alienation.

Being limited in appearance by alienation - that is, feeling unjustly deprived of your rights as a human being - is what is fuelling it.

For the most part, no organism can choose a parent or a child.

All you can do - is pick someone.

Even that right was taken away, and my daughter, forced to be my mother, smiled and said.

For I have chosen thee.

But, normally, for many people, it's intense fear to feel they can convey their appearance in a distorted way.

And I said, What shall I do?

It will take the appearance of those who will realize the art of getting past those fears.

Just as my time was. Yes, Nonna said, and took my hand.

Many humans “want to obey.” I want someone to "lead” me.

Having the Will alone and making harsh decisions is too harsh a demand for many humans.

For example... Nonna said.

Nonna can't wait to be reigned by Yuga.

Do you understand? I want you to follow me. I want you to order me, force me.

I just want to resist all the snails and insist on myself. But as it turns out, I want to be forced to give in.

To me just bewildered, Nonna said with a crying face.

It's a cunning creature, isn't it? Humans, humans, nonnas. But thou art king, therefore thou shalt be familiar with that part of man.

You must be confused right now.

That's how slavery gets what, I wonder.

No, they should be thinking that there will be something to get.

I was wondering if the most honorable thing about man - renouncing his humanity.

Yuga, my dear, please listen carefully, Nonna continued.

Even at the cost of its humanity, humans have something they want to gain.

And I asked, and Nonna answered.

It's a relief to be "guided”.

Forgiveness for judging things much better than yourself, for orders, for obeying them.

I was vulgar, because I was a ni monk... I'm sure I'm more familiar with the movement of people's minds than you.

Don't feel sorry for me.

This is us. Kneel as you say, take off your clothes, Nonna said.

Be the one to guide you. Lead us. "

A royal power is a sacred mission sent down by God, when its destiny runs out, that is, when the royal family is abandoned by God.

And if he had “been chosen by God" to hold power in his hand, he would be shackled firmly around his neck while the people were still intoxicated by his zeal.

The former was as the doctrine of the Ixists, and the latter was the sense of Ashle's reign taught by his father: Gresnau.

“Be chosen by God." ─ Ashle was also growing enough to smell the bitterness of his father, who was the Holy Knight.

Since he was born as the eldest son of the Exchanger = noble class and had been educated for it by a young child, it was a real feeling that the will of the people, or what determines, would change the orientation of every roofed chicken one after the other - something that should never be trusted.

In other words, they can't be called "will," they are a transient fever.

And I have felt the difficulty of continuing to have the "will" and make the ideals come true in what may change the direction of the wind at that time, and that is why it is those who continue to embody it as a reality, honorable.

I'm sure Yuga did, too, Ashley thinks.

He is a night demon intensely aware of "noble blood” as a species.

He's the top breeder who's lived in it for hundreds of years. Needless to say, it must have engraved itself with more severe imperialism than Ashley.

He confessed that it was the Yuga who felt respect and affection for "a being who could not remain of his own free will”.

Ashley was impressed with that.

That's because with just a few months of experience, it was a feeling Ashle was feeling.

It is only those who choose the future in their own "will" without being forced by anyone - which is very much felt by Ashley today.

It seems to be on par with itself.

Yuga expected it from someone other than herself.

I was hoping. At that time, not yet.

The creativity and curiosity that a species called the Night Demon tends to lack as a species, even though it is long-lived, against humanity that has not yet lost it.

That is why the confession from Nonna, his wife and humanity, stood on its chest.

I don't know why - that's because Ashley herself was so shocked by that Yuga story right now.

It was about the psychology of people who wanted to be obeyed - to give up their will.

And because certain truths were contained there.

I thought it might be true, and at the same time, I feared myself that I was going to convince myself without knowing what I was capable of.

Something similar to chills crawled through my spine.

Trying to obey something you can't do as you want.

At the same time, those who do not easily stain their opponents who do not conform to their own wishes - do not obey.

Because if these two are pointing in the same direction as each other, when they start to move towards it, it's going to show off a great "Hiragana".

For example, Yuga and Ordehia-- maybe like Ashley and his people.

But you want to delegate the power of decision to the ruler from the beginning... what do you mean you offer control even though it wasn't requested?

What does that mean?

Are they willing to abandon their "will" and keep away from serious decisions while guaranteeing their own what as a price?

What are we going to get?

And to the slave offer, "That's what it is. What is Humanity?" Ashle is confused by the movement of her mind, which convinced her.

Where did it come from?

Well, it's similar to giving up - that's why it feels like working your mind firmly and uncomfortably.

Ashle is furrowing her neck muscles in unintelligible tremors.

"I was reluctant to accept everything by the look of it.

Then, Nonna said. First, reign over me, I prayed.

Please take us to the battlefield. And let me serve you, he said.

Confess. As a man, as a husband, maybe at night it almost appealed to the demon's blood... but my heart moved.

as an exchanger. as the reigning one.

There's no way I can get her out on the battlefield just like that. But I agreed to take Pionero and Nonna to Gilgisten Castle, close to the forefront of the Isolationist crusade.

There was something about Ordehia. Because loneliness definitely caught her up.

And Gilgisten Castle is on the border. Pionero was less likely to be persecuted than any other urban area.

There were many battles, but still the days of our parents and children went by unconnected.

However, the domestic pathogenesis was deepening.

A party hostile to the mixed with the Included Beast was expanding its forces. Later we found out that its patrons included the descendants of those who had once fought with them - in short, so did the castle owners of Gilgisten Castle.

Badly...... neither I nor my wife knew it, and Pionero and the daughter of the castle lord were secretly in love.

The incident occurred while me and the castle owner were on their way to suppress the ethnic cleansing campaign - genocide - that took place in a local city.

Pionero and Nonna, as well as the shortcomings, were raided.

A party led by activists from the purification movement attacked Gilgisten Castle, which was a departure with minimal defensive force.

They said they shouted:

We are the spokespersons of Uncle Yugadir's will, and we are not in any way dissatisfied with his reign.

He yelled at me like this again at the same time.

Therefore, it purifies the negative legacy of the past, which hinders the reign of the public, instead of the uncle.

Where I did not know, my unknown ideals were fabricated on their own.

Waiting for me back at the castle... was a brutal report.

Pionero had been confirmed to the point where he had received an arrow in his chest. sheltered the daughter of the castle lord. My daughter had gone semi-frequent.

Nonna had gone missing.

Only those in the castle were remembered for embracing the remains of Pionero.

Of course, I immediately sent out a search party. At the same time, he began to wash the back of this case.

It was unnatural. Everything. No, it was too neat, and that's why it was weird.

The suspects were revealed one after the other. There were enough people involved in it.

They said to me, "Death penalty."

I've never heard of killing a beast and committing death.

Here's what I said:

I am a night demon and not a human being.

So this is not about humans trying humans.

I, the beast, will kill you, the beast, by my own personal grievances.

Still, only the castle owner didn't quite let him grab his tail.

No, in fact, he was a loyal minister to me. That wasn't an act, I meant it.

The search ended empty-handed, and a few months later, Gilgisten Castle came under suspicion.

At midnight, he whispered that he had seen the ghost of Pionero, whose sentinels and ladies were supposed to be dead.

Every once in a while inside and outside the castle, something appeared missing.

The castle owner disappeared and it became clear that his wife and daughter were pregnant.

In a dreamy tone, they told me why they were pregnant.

No way, I thought, there can't be, hoping... I was stepping into that dark ditch again.

Sleeping beneath Gilgisten Castle - in another "Log Solitari" … "

I wanted to help you, Pionello said in an unspoilt soprano.

You came, Nonna said, and my Lord, and... the castle lord, who is no longer a human.

At my feet the castle lord knelt down and said,

I've been trying to impress you. And I was ignorant.

I was led by Nonna and Pionero.

This is the work that can save humans - the work that can save them.

Pioneero and Nonna looked kindly at him telling in a blissful voice.

That must have been the scene when the ceiling painting depicted the descent of an angel.

Pionello's body hair became pure white, and from his back six wings had arisen to protect his body, and Nonna's nakedness was as multiplied as the wrapped holy coat of the Virgin.

So I'm sure I was the only one who remembered the war on that occasion.

I knew. That. That wasn't a human already. It was no longer a matter of being mixed or pure blood.

It was a redeemed sanctity.

“Humanity” at the price. Will at the price.

And I immediately denied it, and frightened, and set fire, and broke the passage, and blocked it.

He killed the wife and daughter of the castle lord, and made the castle abandoned.

Please, don't obey me.

Lead us not.

Pionero's song was a curse. I didn't even show how resistant I was, I was just, I was begging.

How did my wife know about [Log Solitary] and even get close?

It was long ago that the isolationists who had taken her had taught her, day and night alike.

The Isolationists wanted the mighty king to reappear.

Nonna knew about it, maybe she was stealing my eyes and making contact with Log Solitary.

Or maybe that was remembered in the back of a caught up brain.

The facts are a mystery.

However, one thing is certain: she tried to be guided in the past, leading to the Log Solitary, first transforming herself, and then Pioneero, who was going to die, eventually transforming the others.

What I was smiling at that place that day... wasn't already Pionero or Nonna.

At the end of the day, Ashley doesn't have a voice.

As I add, Yuga said.

"The third wife, Roschkameia, is the clearest.

She was a trap herself. To make me think that I could throw everything out for her. The isolationists set it up. "

After all, I've been waiting for you under Log Solitary.

Be one, I said so. I was crying to wait for punishment.

I was fooling you. That's how he confessed.

I have been created and sent to make you our true king - no, even transcendent beings - God.

It was designed for that.

But, but I don't want to think how I like you - that this was designed by someone else.

I want to be with you all the time, all the time.

I will take on too, I will not leave you alone.

So...

I was... responding to Roschkameia, who spread her hands in tears.

I was tired.

And - to blend in with her - I embraced her, and I took me... Roschkameia...

What I remember is what she looked like, pushing me away, pushing me away, alone, swallowed by "Log Solitary".

"I don't need Kamisama, because I don't want you."

That was her last word.

"And I'm still doing this here."

There was self-derision in Yuga's words to say so.

Exhaustion that cannot be erased, whether wiped or not, seeps.