Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Isma...... you, no matter how much, wasn't that a little too harsh"

Following Io's suggestion when he finished his meal and led him to a separate bedroom for men and women, Isma, Elma and Rattegart stood on a branch road.

By way of example, Izma was stubbornly screaming for the same room/fellow (please), but it was stipulated that Rattegart and Rating could not allow such a thing in a decent accommodation anyway in Nojuku, and that several hours of sleep would be taken in separate rooms for men and women.

"Heh? About what?

Izma, who had her flask packed with the kamikaze served at the banquet, took it back to the skewered Ivana, wandering it back and asking Rattegart.

"It's that thing. However, it is only natural and necessary to be vigilant because this is an enemy land... but the daughter named Io obviously seemed to care about you. I don't care how much it's true, but if it was sobered up, it would've hurt you."

Izma glanced at the colour of the reproach, which was put on Rattegart's voice.

"I didn't think you'd get that word from a true knight maiden, yo?

"I don't know how hard it is to prepare so many baths, meals and liquor inside this great cavity, don't you? Free of charge, in favor. Io behaved at all costs.... I know you care about Ele, and I know you don't have time. But I would have said a little more."

"Taking into account the maiden heart?

"That's right. Even that feast has Elma as its guest of honor, but Io's behavior is clearly conscious of you. You're not gonna tell me you don't know until then."

"I know, right? Even if I were the man who took control of Ibizas. Well, from the family of Betsalion, who have worshipped and served that“ God, "there is only one way to hate or admire it. Hot guys are tough ~"

"Not so!

Elma pulled the rattegart from eating it. I shook my head left and right silently.

He turned around unexpectedly and was a rattegart who tried to say something, but saw Elma's expression and swallowed the words.

Elma asks Isma.

"Are you still drunk?

"It's like your body wants energy, you eat, you drink, you drink, you don't get hungry, you don't get drunk."

"Isn't that what you need someone to take advantage of?

"Hmm, I feel like drinking alone, I guess."

Heh, Isma laughed and said.

Elma didn't eat down either.

"Then let me rest first. Please be careful."

"Yeah. So, Elma and Ratte, be careful."

After sending one of the daughters of the lead home and seeing the other lead Elma and Rattegart off, Isma began to blur back the way she came.

I know, but first of all, I know, but hey, it's not like I want to help you.

What is the word? I just think I'm drunk on my back. Izma's crush made me imagine a pretty annoying liquor habit.

Back on the suspension bridge road, Io was waiting in front of that urn.

"When you came, I believed you"

"You said you'd show me the manifold and the hand."

Io invited Izma to a milky barn. Izma follows it.

There were no lights in the oven, only a faint incense of emerald tea.

"I have a favor for Isma, too."

But that's not until I'm satisfied with the manipulation of the "mad old doctors”.

"Adequately, do not indulge"

When Io sat down and removed his clothes, he exposed his own lower belly. Io's flesh, covered with thin soft hair, emits phosphorescence in the dark.

No, it's not Io's flesh itself that's glowing correctly.

The pseudo-" Spindle "circuit of the" mad old Doctor "carved into his body and eaten into his bones:" The Green Gate "emits purple light.

It went from Io's underbelly to his whole body, and Isma clearly saw him dive into his head - passing on a cord that stretched like a thin tube - and disappear from there to his feet, as if diving into the water.

This is the Grid Gate.

"Instead of giving the victim the mighty" Chihiro, "he eats sanity in maintaining it. It's a curse."

"You've endured so well."

Izma scratched Io's head.

Tears spill out of both the eyes of Bluro, and Io.

What I was tenacious about hangs up and makes me look like a girl.

"It was painful"

Io's flesh, falling in like a thread had been cut, was taken by Izma deceit.

"Why didn't you come sooner"

It should be noted that Isma received the intensity of the thoughts put into Io's words as pain, because she was the daughter who had never said a single grudge before.

Pompous and breastplate slapped with a childish grip.

Isma accepts silently and sweetly.

Whenever Io's fist slapped (Ibizus) on his flesh, a heavy and vain sound sounded.

I saw Isma as Io was played.

"As you can tell, I'm already, almost“ raggedy. ”God gave me too much pain. They're not even real gods, but they're fucking jerks who act like gods. Really, this (Ibizus) is also the end of the earth spider who once tried and lost to them. That's why it's so... teasing."

You accumulate the contents little by little, but you run out of them right away.

Isma's laugh was like a dry flower that would collapse if she touched it dry.

"I wonder what I can do to help, make up for, and heal you, me, you guys, it's getting so late. I'm sorry."

To Isma's confession, Io offered his face as he closed his eyes and prayed.

Isma matches her own to those lips.

"Didn't you guess without saying it in words... that's enough"

"Will you forgive me for being late?

"What are you really late for?

Tickle, Io laughed and said. My eyes remain wet in tears.

"... I was asleep"

At the bottom of his heart, Isma said as the rash swept, and Io laughed small again.

"Now, the king of his sleepers... go ahead and check on Io."

Totally out of strength, Isma pushed Io's body, which deposited his body, down to a floor cloth made of braided grass.

This is the Grid Gate.

Izma snapped as she slipped her fingers into Io's lower abdomen.

Strongly grasp the thin coating of Io's thin fingers.

Ku, and the exhalation leaks.

Bitterness, and tremors uncontrollable by "will" become spasmodic.

"The pseudo-spindle circuit burned by the flesh... it was painful."

"Compared to my misery and other things, such as those who couldn't adapt and blew white flames out of their whole bodies, and died as pines in their lives. Compared to the deaths of those devoured by their heart-wrecking compatriots, who could not bear the fear, nor could they exercise their abilities."

Whenever Izma's fingertips touch the "Green Gate", energy flows through Io's entire body like a current.

Bite your fingers, desperately bite your voice to death, but the exhalation that leaks reveals the type of feeling.

"That's how you can only quench your thirst by eating your existence - and even the contention of eating bone meat from each other, you mean you get there...“ Crazy old Doctor. "In their opinion,“ God. "Wouldn't that be convenient?"

"It was still necessary, even in such a" Hiragana ", to lose the stopover and rebuild the family of the fallen Betsallion"

"Ibizus didn't become a god trying to save someone. All I'm saying is that in the course of pursuing my power, the earthspider has become so much of a god. If I tell you, in the process, I'm losing more and more of my contents, and I'm still pursuing pleasure and cruelty as I'm being poured - the" mystery of sanity. "

"" Disenchantment... "

"Otherwise, there's no way I can beat God because of how many measures I've taken. This is true because I heard all about the" Ibizus "yarrow. Because the source is in person."

Io laughs as if he gave up on such disrespectful remarks that Elma or Ele would likely graduate if he heard them.

A floating sweat all over your body moisturizes and softens your hair.

Izma buried her face on her skin to smell the incense of Io.

The exhalation leaking out of Io's lips was similarly wet.

That's the technique of scanning deep by crawling the sharp sensation of the earthspider onto the target's skin.

"But still, Ibizus was our“ God ". Guiding the family, fighting and sometimes seeking sacrifice does not mean that it depends on allowances. There was reason, and there was code, and there was order."

So of all the things that were thrown into this Siddhara, from a few who survived the mayhem of the first period, something emerged that would mimic (if) our lost “God”.

"Celte was one of them. That (...) embedded the" Greed Gate "in the first period was possibly a pioneer in that sense. I've taken dozens of my countrymen over the cliffs of Tarantellano."

"At first, was he the right person to talk to?

"I am one of them."

Oh, and Isma convinced me.

"Since when, though, Celte has greatly upset its spiritual equilibrium. Severe seizures triggered by the excitement of the" Greed Gate ". Hunger and thirst. Couldn't stand that urge and Celte began to devour his countrymen. There were signs of it from the beginning, I thought. Still, we have relied on him. I had to rely on it. As a result, Celte looks like that."

One day I decided that I was ready to leave Serte's former place, and descended into the land. Bring some tuners.

"Since that day, Celte has become an abominable demon for us."

"And you stuck in this stable little ideal place. External enemies beat this down with a curse - a literal community that lives while sharing their own resources... No, should we say that they have become a group?

Izma's point was sharply uncovering the secrets of the Ios, those who live in this suspension bridge valley of Cantarella.

"When and when did you notice that?"

I couldn't stand the sensation caused by Isma's scanning and turned myself against it like a bow, and Io told me to turn away.

"I was convinced when I gave you a much spicy answer at the banquet."

"You were trying to see where I was going to go bankrupt."

"I'm sorry. It would have been hard, wouldn't it? But I couldn't leave you without seeing who you are."

"As you can see, we tried to maintain this little world without being swallowed up while providing each flesh and strengthening the Aichi. They accommodate each other's abilities and flesh, and all behave as if they were one individual. As you pointed out, that's just the wisdom eye."

And I knew there was a limit to that, too. No matter how much you do, the material just leaves.

Like a rumor, Io said.

"That's why I asked for the eunuch. If Celte comes down, it will be a lot easier to interact with those with powerful powers, and in some cases we may be able to expand this ideal place, master all of Siddhara's great cavities, and save our countrymen as a result."

"Yes, and yet he didn't listen"

"I have some hesitation about what to say... but no more aggression from Celte. That's all I can guarantee you."

Izma extends the area of the scan from the lower abdomen through the navel to the chest.

"Serte's flesh was bracketed by a strong curse, and no, he should have been imprisoned and eroded into a mass of unsafe resentment. Are you telling me that you destroyed it?

"No, Celte's gone. Slightly. I was laughing."

Oh, and Io raised his voice.

No way, he groaned, covering his mouth with both hands.

"Are you saying that those who were imprisoned by such a profound cause - the" evil eating "- have been solved? from its chains."

Yeah, and Isma nodded, and whispered, if you want.

"You might be able to do that."

"If that were the case, how mixed would it be?"

"You said you had a wish."

"I forgot"

Heh, and that emotion made me look like I had fallen out, and Io turned that way.

"You have to put it into words."

Io, with a look of despair on Izma's voice, snapped.

"I want it. Izma. You are."

Some kind of orchid, Isma whispers. While responding to Io's request.

"It has a strange structure, and the flower petals look just like a pollen-mediated insect female, like a bee or a fly."

Orchids are the favorite flowers of earthspiders.

Each clan has its own gardener, and its variety improvement also tends to overheat from the aspect that it boasts authority as an instrument of the clan's power struggle.

As for orchids - which blossom glossfully and incensefully, meaning to reign gracefully and overwhelmingly - it is an adage that truly represents the spirituality of the earthspiders, who have a deep understanding of the system of strange and ferocious fertility that orchids possess.

Orchids prey on the fungi that have gathered around them for their germination.

Even if they are not preyed upon, the ingested fungi must be used as slaves and behave as if they were part of an orchid.

This is a secret only known to the royal family of earthspiders that humankind and others cannot know.

In return, the orchids give only a small reward and the honor of becoming part of the orchid.

Common earthspider thoughts on other races, other clans, are represented there straight.

And matters relating to the cultivation of orchids are also secrets of the royal family. Only a gardener and a limited number of royalty understand the true meaning of this adage.

It is believed in earthly spider society that being able to reveal the secret in this manner with a mattress is tantamount to being proposed.

"Isma, do that."

I am only once, only one night.

Io could not hide his wolf in a confession from the unexpected Isma.

Io can't abandon this Cantarella suspension bridge valley. I am already part of this community, a group, and I have no freedom as an individual, etc.

After all, being ravaged by the men as punishment, developed at the hands of the "mad old doctors”, I am out of dirt and do not deserve to be confessed by Isma.

"Please, even if you play... don't..."

Isma seals Io's words to glorify Isma out of sorrow with her deeds.

Then I went on.

"What's even more interesting is that the petal isn't just simulating the figure. Seduce the males with the same incense of insect females that we cannot even recognize."

Strange, isn't it?

Io gets caught up under Isma smiling like that.

Out of the joy of being inadvertently fulfilled and guilt for Ele and Elma, The Nerd, which had been all the way into the depths of my heart, even stopped seeing.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - yes I repeat, I cry, and yet the flesh reacts, and Io, who can't grab Isma and let go, is like a child.

"No more - it's going crazy - it's going to break."

But Izma spinned her words as she held back strongly Io clinging all over her body.

Sit face to face and dress like you can hold him.

Io is hot as he wanders, and his limbs don't try to capture Isma and let him go.

And Io himself is terribly ashamed of the reaction.

Every time Isma whispers about the secrets and secrets of orchids, everything becomes hypersensitive.

"Insect males are fooled by their incense and snails. I fall in love with orchid flowers. And it's tailored to a messenger that carries orchid flower pollen unknowingly. Me and the spiders would be perfect for a symbol, wouldn't they? Because you deceive, you deceive, you accomplish what you think. Don't you think it's a terrific survival strategy? No one ordered me, no one taught me. How can you have a snail like that, a incense like that? I don't care."

However, he continued with a crease on Io's neck.

"Maybe, I think. Maybe it was the orchid flowers who fell in love first. Because I'm sure it hasn't been since the beginning. Every time that person dives into me, I want them to choose me, the next flower, the next flower, I want them to choose me. I don't know if I feel like flowers, but I think maybe that's how I wished for them."

So I desperately tried to photograph the figure and the incense - the snails of their love that were exchanged in front of me.

"Such an appearance (...) may have been provided for orchid flowers. That's what I think."

In Izma's arms, Io is swinging.

It's not a metaphor. Its composition is obscured, capturing Isma as if it were some kind of tentacle.

Only those crying faces and breasts belong to the beautiful Io.

"Don't go, you hoped so. But you are only the incarnation of Io's Nerd."

... I'm sorry. With what was Io in his arms, Izma stood up and waved her left arm unconstitutionally.

And he made a sound like a piece of paper, and Io's chamber was scattered, and it became a blue flame and burned out as he danced through the universe.

And Izma looked.

Someday in that pitiful goddess's drifting temple, Isma also used Isuma to solve the idiosyncrasies: "Astral Concealment," Io as the body that emerged from the back of the book of that dimension, and the body of those who connect there.

Several busts (torsos) were embedded in the heads of giant potato worms that floated around the universe rounding their bodies, or swarmed to shape their heads.

When you gaze at it, which gives off a disastrous negative aura, all of its torsos were raised in the image of the women who shared The Grid Gate.

Vale and hood that perfectly covers your appearance from your head.

Covered with countless exorcisms, he wore armor reminiscent of a dokuro designed on both hands and legs.

Without exception, they were the fruits of those who were once servants of Elma and Ele.

There was a strange noise every time a crowd of gubbles, bumps, tickles, and swarms of them twitched.