Sanzen no Souru Supina

When Theon woke up, there was still no Ashle.

However, mundaneously, I was able to awaken today with a little serenity.

I didn't dream of Yuga.

Instead, I feel Ashle stroking my head all the way up to the point I just followed.

From there Ashle's sense of gentle admiration was stained and he was trying to heal Zion's wounded heart.

That must be reality because it felt too vague when it came to "dreams".

For Theon, the Night Devil, The Dream was a reality reproduction and a vivid one, so I feel more ambiguous about my experience when I'm sleeping like this.

And I guess this influx of calm feelings is proof that Ashle is getting her mind sorted out.

"I was labored."

Scion wraps his cheeks with both hands that only makes him red tide, and is confused again by the heat of it.

"Here, little girl, I am."

No, it's less than that, I have to admit.

Theon's attitude is that of a girl confused by her first love.

Love for Zion, jealousy for Yuga, and anger for herself - it is legitimate but therefore easy for Ashley to continue to hold those feelings.

But Ashley was probably already overcoming those emotional rough waves.

The way forward. Things to do. Think through it without anyone telling you, create choices, and actually pick and take them.

It is rare for any species to be able to do so.

Not far away, and I will be forgiven.

Instead, it's about Ashley, who could come begging for forgiveness the other way around.

And we shall also walk together.

Zion is convinced. But......

"Wow, as far as I'm concerned, you don't have to be forgiven for the rest of your life..."

Unexpectedly, the truth leaks, and Scion checks his surroundings to be played.

I'm fine. I'm totally alone right now.

"Yu, let's get some water. Be calm, be."

Theon finishes his bath.

Then clean up the indoors so Ashley can come home any time she wants.

Just a little cooking. Pasta buddies wrapped in dough. The sauce also converts Ashle's making placement.

The sushi became more handy. All you have to do is drop it in the water and boil it.

If Ashley is back, the table will be ready while she takes care of Vitrion.

"Isn't she my best wife?"

The back of my chest narrowed for some reason because of the words I said to myself.

"Beh, I'm still trying to get my wife to pick me up, etc... I don't think so!!

Theon also waves a wooden hella against a void where no one is.

But what would Ashley think if he heard the truth about Iris from Zion?

Sorrow, you'll be confused.

Instead, I support Ashley... so... if Ashley... marries...

Thinking that far, Theon nodded to shame.

Shame on your own too convenient delusions.

By and large, what happens to Illis then?

"Can you do that!

Scion repeats as he dyes his whole body bright red.

Then sit back in the long chair by the window thinking of Ashle, who hasn't returned yet.

I thought I heard a thunderbolt blowing up somewhere.

Theon awoke in a sleeping sweat.

Soon, I guess I fell asleep again.

"It shouldn't have been that long."

I give you heavy curtains.

The inclination of the yang showed that it was near noon.

It was only in the morning that Ashley went out... usually it should be weird if she's not back anymore.

But he still doesn't look like Ashley.

Could it be a stables? Theon put his gown together and glanced at the stables (cusha), but neither his husband nor his beloved horse appeared.

I just left.

All the way over there, there were black clouds gushing. The weather breaks down.

The sweat made my wet clothes cold.

Scion added firewood to the fireplace when he returned to the room to increase the fire.

Then take off your damp clothes and wrap only fur around naked.

I waited for Ashley in that outfit.

But... no matter how long I've been gone, Ashley hasn't returned.

That can't be right, Theon told himself.

Ashley can't be back. You can't leave me alone. Throw it away... I won't.

When I started thinking, a terrible imagination tormented Zion with grandeur.

Tickle, tickle, and tremors that are not cold are transmitted all over the body.

Wasn't it the sunshine that stood in Ashley's relationship with Theon this morning?

I suspect so.

"Well, that's not supposed to happen."

Not if I didn't put it in strong words.

Three minutes had already passed since Ashle left the house.

To date, no matter what happens, Ashley has never left Zion alone for so long.

Because ─ it was at the exact same time that Zion thought of it and that (...) glanced at the evil tip from all over Zion's flesh.

Abominable negative "Focus": "Jagri Jagra".

Fatal time has passed and control has been lost.

Poke at the absence of Ashley, the Lord.

"Knock."

Theon is forced to swallow the scream he is about to raise.

That is, somehow, the royalty of the Night Devil.

The more I looked at it again, the uglier it looked.

Evil "Focus": At the tip of "Jagri Jagra", the figures of strange deep-sea creatures whose heads have been manually replaced are carved with horrible precision.

Sometimes it sounds like a chisel, a kirl, a chisel.

I already have the "Jagri Jagra" because of its appearance, which cuts my sanity just by looking at it.

As many as thirteen of them lurked in Zion's flesh, they appeared in unison.

Enrichment of curiosity by humiliating, demeaning, and playing with the dignity of others.

Scion feels a distorted maker's preference for its shaping.

Perhaps there is a magic lurking in this that draws on and amplifies the abusiveness (due to shigiku) that lurks among the users in hand.

Theon is so sure.

"Ah, uh..."

Zion has never confronted [Jagri Jagra] more clearly than before.

Yuga or Ashley, in any case, it was the men she loved who kept going against this decadence.

I realized and feared as I went on about it.

I wondered if there would be other evils like this.

So many demons, it was emitting.

It is full of gravitational pull that invites human beings to comatose joy.

That's why I once again realized from Yuga and Ashley, the two men, how dearly I was thought, loved and treated.

Because the alterations wielded by Ashle and Yuga were identical in their direction, even if they were done differently.

How much without compromising the personality of Scion - no, rather enhance.

In that regard.

So, in no way, did Scion himself make alterations beyond his control.

The "will" of Zion, the receiving side, was always reflected there as well when making hair a conductor.

Whether or not to allow the influx of emotions was entrusted to Theon.

That is nothing more than a tribute to an individual named Zion.

While enduring so many demonic temptations, Ashley and Yuga, those two penetrated their beliefs.

Even though they did not consult each other in any way, they were competing and exalted.

So Theon could still be here.

Zion reached for the crown: Astellas, trembling like a deer stared at by a venomous snake.

The noble crown given the name of the star was supposed to protect the spirit of Zion.

At least, be sane.

"Jagri Jagra" rang simultaneously, feeling the thoughts of Kiuri, and Shion.

Theon misses the Astellas every day.

A heavy crown fell to the floor, making a noise and rolling.

Sion did see the blur and the "Jagri Jagra" tremble.

It looked just like the tremor of a fierce assault creature that found its trapped prey.

Mad.

of the fireplace, on the fur waiting for Ashle, Zion suffered its violent alteration.

That is an invasion in one way or another.

Scion was exposed to countless malice.

So [Jagri Jagra] was nasty where he would never mess with his spirit.

Only flesh is the only one who snorts.

It was not until a moment later that Scion, who was held from his head by an invisible but immense force and cried in disgrace, was opened.

I couldn't stop trembling.

I was nauseated by disgust.

Dirty, I thought for the first time.

When Ashle punished me, when Yuga took me away... the darkening emotions that I never even remembered in either of them overflowed my heart.

Then, frightened, I thought.

Such an alteration... and I'll take it?

Ashley hasn't left yet.

Why, Theon cried.

Everything and everything, in the midst of the alteration, asked Ashley for help.

But the more you scream Ashley's name, the more the alteration creates a secret that should never be mercilessly known.

It's like I can't go back to my dear man.

As it is, I can no longer truly be on Ashley's side.

Theon trembles.

"Ashley did not abandon me. Something must have happened."

Almost blindly Theon thinks so. Unexpectedly twitchy. Hidden.

There was one thing I could do.

Theon decides to leave the house when he is groomed to be driven away.

Of course, Holy Cage Hand: Bring the Hands of Glory.

To where? It's decided. Ask for a tentative master.

The journey I should have been familiar with this past month or so...... I didn't think it would be this far.

Scion advanced as the snow took his feet.

My knees are trembling and I can't walk well.

As I was on my way, I was called out to the Lord of carriages and luggage.

Crown: I received Astellas and Scion, dressed in a dress, was a royal nobleman no matter where he came from.

That's why she's so difficult on the snow path.

There is no one to abandon.

Whether that's sincere kindness or from the bottom of your heart.

Once and for all, the lord of the carriage deliberately tried to get out of the cabin and welcome Zion.

Theon also tried to accept it.

With fluttering footprints, the snow path in the trantrim is too harsh to walk away with the Hands of Glory wrapped around a cloth.

But in the end, I said no. On the contrary, I wielded the devil's powers at night.

In other words, it is a Charm.

Scion was ashamed of the "Hiraki", an alien and fascinating characteristic of the superior Night Demon that frustrates the will of mankind and sometimes flinches the inferior species at a glance.

Because "charm" is the act of pushing one's thoughts against another.

manipulating the other person's "will" and manipulating them as they please.

It was only evil in Zion's relationship with the humans he wanted.

And manipulation by "charms" does not only degrade the dignity of others.

Once they find out they've been manipulated by an alien, they'll never trust me again, etc.

So Theon himself has been strong and admonished to use it.

But I had to use that.

To begin with, because I kindly called Theon to rest and saw the gaze of a man approaching me gradually bring a frantic light.

I could only hear the man's throat making noises.

Like a feather worm fascinated by the scent of beautiful blooming flowers.

And on the contrary, to the body odor of the scented man from the open cabin, Theon felt his body bubble.

That's a treacherous temptation.

The man in the upper class was indeed sniffing away the chemical changes that had taken place in Zion.

This woman will fall if she touches her.

In fact, it was.

"Go."

Theon ordered the other party. Leave me alone.

Then, I was scared again.

Know what the alterations that are being made by "Focus": "Jagri Jagra" are bringing to Scion.

Zion finally reached the residential bridge that separated Yuga's castle from the city well.

The Artesano Bridge, a residential bridge, is a dwelling for the craftsmen who were built on plan.

In addition to jewellery, metalworking, and skin-free skins, the artisans who extracted rose water and perfume connected the workshop.

And the upper part of it was a cathedral with a shrine.

It was a temple to reward the hour by the sound of the bells and to serve the patron saints of the craftsmen.

Scion avoided the crowd and decided to walk in the diocese.

Most ruled in advance the monks, who had only a few stationed in the Charm.

And I experienced a second rampage there.

Jiuru, I heard a tongue nodding in my ear.

Yeah, I thought they said that.

If he didn't choose the darkness properly, Omae would be exposed to secrets in the middle of a round trip, so I felt stabbed in the nail.

My teeth looked at the humiliation threatened by the tools, not by humans.

I don't want to remember the rest of it.

I took off my costume wet with snow and sweat as I cried and threw it into Shadow Cloak, dressed up again.

Don't forget to crawl the Rose Absolute inside your skirt.

There is no scratch on the garment, and on the exterior of Scion.

Instead, more and more beautiful before.

Clear and hard beauty.

But only Zion can tell that its inner surface is definitely disturbed and swinging like a boiled jam.

Barely a treasure crown: "Astellas" and the holy sword that became: "Rose Absolute" holds a scion that is likely to fall.

If, if, I don't know what would happen if I got the next alteration, Scion doesn't know.

Theon makes the commandments by Rose Absolute much tougher.

Tighten it up.

The thorns eat the skin and the blood seeps, but they don't condone it.

Sharp pain - but even that has already been sensually offended somewhere.

I can't walk well.

But Theon didn't have time.

Finally, we arrived at Yuga's castle a long time after the sun went down.