Sanzen no Souru Supina

Elma's dance sows the spark and burns the world blue.

Rattegart recollects as he slips between the burning Kazra Bridge.

I broke up with Isma, and it was in the appreciated bedroom.

"Are you still mad at me?

Perhaps even when he got back to the anvil as a bedroom set up during the feast, Rattegart's heart remained wavering like a lake surface stirred by strong winds.

"Because, you know... then. That saying of Isma is hideous. I'm not willing to save you, it's like saying clearly. You've been waiting for me the whole time, to the woman you thought you were... not the word to call."

"So, empty promises/empty bills, you wish Isma had hit you on that spot?

From the other side of the line, you can hear the sound of the silk rub of Elma reworking the garment.

"It's not. Not really..."

"Do you remember what I said when I took a bath?

What Elma confirmed was what she secretly communicated in Scribble while they were twisted in the hot tub.

This incompetence is the ability to create message boards that can be communicated in letters and pictures between consenting contacts.

It is not suitable for complex communication of intent, but traces as many of the statements left unless the user erases them, and it does not consume as much energy to start and maintain them.

Especially if it was in contact, it was possible to exercise it with little understanding to others, while maintaining a dense conversation speed.

Elma's behavior was not just a joke.

As Izma would be willing to destroy this valley, so keep in mind, Elma had already prophesied at this time.

Honestly, Rattegart struggled to remain calm.

A princess who is comfortable with Isma: Regardless of Elma, Rattegart doesn't really understand Isma's mind count.

Still, Isma had to snort at Elma's explanation that she had already noticed the secretary of this valley.

That was when Rattegart himself admitted to being ignorant about the rhetoric and the manipulation of the spiders' plot.

"I know. But."

"Is it hard to see Isma getting her hands dirty?

To Elma's point, Rattegart lost his word for a moment.

No, he denied sharply,

"It's not. It's just... Even though there's no God anymore = falling for" Hilco, "Io and the inhabitants of this valley have treated us with generosity. There is too little salvation in that. Additionally, no questions asked…"

"So you say save him, Isma?

Once again I heard Elma laughing small in her silent Rattegart ear.

"What's wrong?"

"Because the maiden of a true knight who does not tolerate impure is what you say is a lot cuter"

It was thanks to Elma that she sharpened Rattegart's momentum, which was so high.

"Even though I'm fallen, I'd like to thank you as the former princess witch of Betsarion. You've noticed so much, I can't thank you enough."

I could feel Elma kneeling down and thanking me deeply at the other end of the day.

Shira, and the crown rubbed.

"It is supposed to be the temperament of you, true knights, to perish without question"

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't say I wouldn't destroy you. But before that, I wondered if there could be rest in the Soul."

"I mean, that's Salvation?

"Didn't you think it was important to pass away without hesitation?"

"I think so. But I think that's why Isma was given such a spicy (shiny) answer on that occasion. To clearly reject, to insist that it cannot,"

"Is it kindness to refuse?"

"Or even a thorough, rooted annihilation"

"Howl Cancer, how close did you get to Celte?

"The problem is the salvation snail."

"Redemption" snail?

"Serte's. That was the result of buying himself a substitute for what was lost. So the emancipation from that role could be" salvation ". Isma was merciful because she didn't try to do it to anyone and kept carrying it."

But I think you found out about the question earlier.

Elma said from behind.

"Io - the inhabitants of this valley - clearly desire the return and reign of the" God ”, the" Ibizus ". To be clear, I can't wait to be ruled by someone, I can't wait to be ruled by someone. I can't wait for you to lead me.

So to be saved, we need a conqueror, a reigning man. Yet I threw away somewhere the anguish, contradiction and darkness of what governs me because I feared that I would try to do so myself.

That's what I feel.

And isn't that why you can be so calm? If you give it back -- somewhere, near here, they have holes to throw down that dark twist. "

The string (cord) dripping from the neck is a manipulative thread that connects from it, as well as a line that connects the nose and body to perceive the outside world.

Rattegart chilled at the insight inside the seemingly adorable girl Elma's appearance, and the cold blade-like sharpness of the reasoning that derives from it.

Madness isn't the only thing nestled in this girl's body.

"Elma - so what Omae has been doing to them so far is false?

"Of course, I hope not, I was hoping. I wonder how much you would save if it were too much of my reckoning.

But deception (...) is the nature of our earthspiders. Even if my descent is disguised, they are the ones who deceived me earlier.

Assuming it's a misunderstanding, it's fine if it was both a sincere favor.

But that must be what Isma meant when she went off on her own.

They acted to settle it. It's a way of looking at things that are too ruthless, is that what you think?

But I know. I've been crazy once, so I know. "

For once, what has fallen into the struggle feels like the awesomeness of emotion toward something shining, the strength of its obsession, the egg of its passion, resentment and crushing, and being set on fire all over its body - burning.

"That, unfortunately, no matter how white and confusing, cannot be eliminated. No, as thick and white and strong as it has to be covered, so mighty and irreversible is its decadence, its abundance. Once I forgive my temper, I'm shaved to the bone marrow. Perhaps even the unconscious" twist "lurking behind the good intentions is visible to Isma."

That tenderness, beauty, temperament of Io - all of it tells the story of the depth and blackness of the curse lurking on the back, and the harshness of the demands of the Lord of Salvation.

Elma says pale.

"I know I have it in me, too."

So, I get it.

I wonder why, the sarcasm floating in Elma's mouth, and that's why the limitless lonely smile seemed to Rattegart.

When he realizes it, Rattegart pushes the knife away and embraces Elma in its chest.

"Heh heh heh?

Unexpectedly, Elma raised a strange voice, and the crown rang again.

Elma was there dressed in a perfectly organized princess witch's kamikaze outfit.

"It's painful, Ratte. I'm drowning, on this big volume."

Rattegart hugs Erma, who is furious with him.

"Omae, I do not understand the reason for earthspiders. But this is all I promise you. They must have defeated the Omaes - one party of Sibiri Sumeri and the mad old Doctor."

Behind Rattegart's brain, Brunfreude's figure overlapped Elma, Io, and Ele, who would wait for help.

We must break the roots of this abominable chain.

Yes, Rattegart thought.

Their temperament in seeking heroes is also close to what they seek unlimited.

I mean, that's how Ratte's mind works.

"I get it, I get it, so free yourself from this slutty meat! What, what is it?"

There were more than a few lights on Elma's words, which he rambled and said.

"Huh."

He was finally released, corrected his collar and breathed, Elma said.

"... By the way, why are you dressed in such a hallenic way?

Huh? And now it was Rattegart's turn to ask back.

"Be careful, didn't Isma say? Why don't you know what it means to be able to deal with anything whenever you want? Didn't you, after all, have the nutrients to go to your brain that went that way?

I grew up wasting my time.

It was almost at the same time that Elma was poisoned and that the space itself was shaken - the Astral Concourse was broken.