Sanzen no Souru Supina

Rattegart is in Isma's arms, trembling.

I can no longer get off the place I reached.

Attacked by a horrible sense of well-being.

The Valkyrie's Pact, which confirms a lifelong partner for the true knight's maiden, awards its pledged hero an unparalleled "Hiragana".

And every time you give that "one," you bring a sense of happiness to the true knight's maiden that there is no alternative to anything else.

It could also be said that it was the work of an instinctive reward system caused by the flesh against the high risk of being only a once in a lifetime option, and vice versa, a ferocious poison that deepened its dependence on the man it loved.

In an endless assault in the arms of the man he loves (...), Rattegart can only tremble in fierce shame and cry.

I can't stop crying for joy.

That was the joy of finding one crack that fits only one for myself that was missing.

| A passion that convinces me that it's an irreplaceable piece (a piece).

"Valkyrie's Pact, I see, doesn't just reward the side of the man."

Yet Isma says such mean things.

"Oh, I thought it was someone else."

Crying, Rattegart argues, but all Isma can do is put a scrubbing force into the arms she embraces, that's all, and the feeling that she's going to be conscious again strikes me.

"Well, I will. The effects of Valkyrie's Pact include the curse of the spider's crust and, besides, the love of Ibizus. It's triple bitter."

Once again, Isma pointed out that Rattegart's heart is going to break with fear.

"You can't live without me, can you?

If you are so whispered, your sense of happiness will burst around in your skull, and you can only cry against your throat.

I assumed that the expression "frighteningly mixed" (...) was merely rhetorical (retric).

It is not. It wasn't.

I can't wait to be afraid.

I don't know what's going to happen to me because I let it get too mixed up.

I was afraid that this was the sharpness of the tip of the name Mixed.

I visioned myself wearing my heart.

Whether it's a contract, a scum, or a curse effect again. I'm shaking my limits, but I can't even faint and escape.

Perhaps that couscous also has a powerful cardiac effect.

That's how it works, which increases the limits of the subject's mind.

But that's not the only thing that shook up Rattegart.

In addition to entering into a covenant with Isma, there were moments when Isma's flesh was taken over by the Arakami: Ibizas to take the lead.

Suddenly, Rattegart's head was held to the ground by Ibizus' fingers, forcing him to become a slave.

He threatened to engrave his possessions.

In fact, it was about to be carved.

Each time Izma pushes the Arid God: "Ibis" and helps Rattegart, but Rattegart flirts with two spirits with the same flesh.

We have experienced a mix (...) that is taken away from each other, protected diligently, and desperately regained.

I was reminded in myself that I had such aspirations.

An experience that makes your body hot as if it had been set on fire just to remember.

The roots of Rattegart's teeth will no longer fit into the sensation of being sane, too vibrant and chopped together (...).

"It breaks. I, it breaks"

"After all, didn't you like it?

Do you regret it? Rattegart shakes his head as he eats up his teeth because it is what Isma asks, as expected.

"If it's going to be like this, I knew I should have let it go?

"No, no, no, no regrets."

Isma embraces Rattegart in a tone that does not revolve around Lu, but desperately complains.

"But please, please, at least just detoxify me, just disarm me of the effects of the xuri!

"No. Keep it from yourself, it's too convenient. I'll give you plenty of opportunity to grasp Ratte's weakness."

dull, and Isma sniffs a laugh Rattegart's neck.

The only thing Rattegart can do is shudder.

Ratte suffers from an understanding of how you can be so much more proactive than you are until you get your hands on it.

Of course, if Isma told me, it would be a ratty, itchy, wolfy latte as soon as it reached the actual battle.

Rattegart's flesh is covered in a dreadfully hands-on laced, silky, hand-touched and shiny costume.

It was only thin, a decoration for wrapping precious stones called women rather than clothing, and at the same time had the role of waxing and binding the flesh.

Besides, these clothes... they deprive me of my physical freedom.

"He's an old-fashioned bridesmaid outfit of earthspiders."

It took a little time for that word to penetrate Rattegart's head.

"Huh?"

"In the society of earthspiders, it was customary for a man's side to send a costume to the person he proposes to -- from weaving to cutting and embroidering to shaping -- and the daughter who was given it drew on how much she thought of herself, and at the same time measured the skill and value of the man's side."

Isma stares into Rattegart's eyes, subtly mentioning that it is not like Rattegart's question.

"Well, that's the kind of Ya (Miyabi) cling, but when you turn back, there's actually something so scary about a woman with a spider, huh? Um, what, at the end of something, like hurting or sucking someone, killing them as the ultimate snail of love?

Sometimes there's a kamakiri or a spider, right? Is that so?

Of course, it's rare, but it's old, and sometimes it's thick blood muscles, so the guy sends extra sturdy costumes using the thread of an Isserial Spider.

Simply put, your body and mind are going to be bound, like? It's just a gift to confirm it in words because it's really you, isn't it?

So the woman's side is asked if she's willing to accept that restraint.

It's also true that proof of marriage, which is rooted in the establishment of social systems in every race and ethnicity, doesn't necessarily conceal that meaning.

"I don't think it's an outdated custom, but that's the only costume I had."

You can't just leave me naked forever. Isma scratches her nose.

"So this isn't important?

"It doesn't make sense to keep things that you couldn't give away forever."

Shit, say something important.

"Besides, this is all I can give you right now."

I'm sorry, they apologized.

"Will you get it?

Rattegart can't respond to gifts he didn't even expect.

"I can only do what I can, can't I?

It was enough. Because Rattegart already knew that Isma meant "risking his life”.

Instead of words, Isma's previous actions had shown us everything.

Probably unheard of, such as the turn of the true knight and the earthspider.

I knew my future would be difficult.

Still, I'll do what I can.

Rattegart decided to do the same, just as the man of his own choosing would.