Sanzen no Souru Supina

Ooh, ooh, and the wind blowing up from the abyss shivers the atmosphere like the roar of a giant beast.

The endless darkness that cannot be foreseen even with the dark and farsighted abilities of earthspiders is obsessed there.

The family of the earthspider: There is a reason why the people of Betsalion should call the "abyss of ignorance" and its holes.

As far as the ancient documents are concerned - because the lineage of Betsallion has set up a company in the land, rather than the pit of immortality where no one returns from a peek at the bottom.

Several kings made an expedition to find the end of the hole after ceding the throne to the prince.

But nothing came back as one.

Whether you peek in or not, it's like a mirror that can't reflect your face.

Also, therefore, the festival of the crown, its stage, was made immediately above this giant hole, from ancient times.

It is not acceptable to shed the king's blood into the earth.

The king must disappear into the abyss, not die.

There has never been a more optimal stage in the sense of settling down than to create such a cliché later.

Most of all, in the last two hundred years, nothing has been swallowed by this abyss, be it the old king on the side who gives the throne, or the prince on the side who challenges it.

Format, simulated battle as a wreck, and the memory and legacy of the expedition just linger.

Even evidence that the spiders' bloodlines are making it harder to produce powerful "spindle capable men" could have had it.

For the first time in decades, scaffolding is given to that great hole.

The polished lacquer and stunning handing wood shape the plaid stage.

It is divided into two colors, ju paint and black paint.

All are giant trees and spiritual trees over hundreds of years old, enough to be told that one kingdom can only bribe this stage material if it follows the values of the earthspiders.

Even in the vagrant period under the leadership of Calcasas, it would be that we could see how proud the people of Betsarion, who make up the Assassination Church: Civili Shmeri, are of their own lineage and tradition.

The stage, usually taken away for preservation, was hastily assembled.

Two witches enter the stage decorated with bonfires (kabi) and curtains.

Scarlet on pure white witch clothes (Hibama), Ugo hat (Eboshi).

Even the golden kamikaze bells and fans, it is not the wild gods: the princess witches of Ibizus - Ele and Elma - who make their way through the precarious scaffolding.

Isma did not publicly declare herself a princess and recaptured Elma's sister, Ele, into its hands.

Calcasas, on the other hand, also made that fact public and never accused Isma of his work as a pre-showdown deception.

In earthspider society, praising the outsided side as a warrior/good fighter was impossible, because there was no sympathy for the noisy side that said it was a deception.

Rather, it was thought that it was about bragging around the world about my idiocy additions and subtractions.

I'm talking about common sense as a race.

Conversely, it will be easy to understand how honorable and difficult Erma's absolute loyalty and devotion to Isma is in earthspider society.

It is a society in which "one or the other" is undeniably required to reign over the other.

In martial arts, in wisdom, in the skill and qualities of the exchangers - including, for example, cruelty - the earthspiders never recognize anything inferior as superior.

I don't take it as a king.

And it was the festival of the crown, which was the place to show it openly.

Until the boundaries of the castle were critical, Isma had sent a doll to dwell in her own consciousness, to pick up Elma and Ele.

If Isma leaves the main force while the "Ibizas" body has stopped dampening the powerful mind that already dissipates around her, this is too hidden to hope for anything else.

These puppets, which can be manipulated by wired coupling by so-called teasing puppets = "spindles", are delayed by one beat due to their remotely manipulated fate, and once they use an anomaly because they are not "Focus," they become conductors and burn out, but are still treasured for enemy reconnaissance, exchanging information at a distance, etc.

Isma lay it down here.

Betsallion's family had outstanding opponents: "Remote Eyes" and "Remote Ears", which were the maximum backup that Isma could provide while deceiving these surveillance and successfully leading the difficult mission of solo infiltration and escape with captives.

The princesses returned safely to Isma, using a feather coat for the "Isserial Shift," a dimensional diving ability that the doll had just pulled out of the junction.

This is a move to make the dimensional boundary surface regarded as a surface of water and diveable, but since it is not the ability of the metastatic system, Ele, who remains restrained and engraved on its skin, is also not drawn back to the Column Palace.

But it was first and foremost the Maiden of the True Knight: the rescue of Rattegart that Ele threw herself at the feet of Isma and Elma, who rejoiced.

She pleaded with me to help her become a specimen of altered procedures.

Ele, who had been imprisoned until just before, was unaware of Rattegart's present.

"Please, please. Please, please, save him, the proud one!

"Absolutely. Now that I've rescued you, that's all I'm fighting for, yo."

Yes, for the first time since Isma made a firm promise, Ele fell to the ground as if she had returned to me, and apologized for her previous disrespect.

I can't help it.

Unlike Elma, it was the first time since that day on Katel Island that reunion had lasted more than a week, and Ele was an assassin who continued to aim for Isma's life until he had solved the misunderstanding.

In fact, he had stranded Isma and her companions to the point where they were.

Isma's current predicament here was not an exaggeration to say that Odd Ele was responsible for it.

It should have been at the extreme of fatigue and wear and tear that would have fallen if you had lost your mind.

However, it was the princess who supported it.

"Please, neck, neck. I do not consider it a sin to redeem with one of the shameless, ungrateful necks of Ele. But I don't have anything else to offer Isma anymore. Please, please, with one of my necks, put it away - the people are innocent."

But Isma told me she was going to hold Ele like that.

Embrace Ele tainted by countless irrational desires.

"It's up to me to apologize. I'm sorry. I kept you waiting. I made him anxious. But... I'm back."

And I'm already here.

You know what I mean, Isma asked.

Yes, Ele shook and said.

Understand what that means.

Take the message that you will reign.

"May I serve you, sir?

If you elect it, it was only an unwanted thing for Isma to come to the rescue for her life.

Once again, it wasn't even in the back of my brain, like samurai.

Not to mention receiving love, etc.

"I don't know what's going on right now, because I'm getting so monopolistic?

"I'm so, so happy. I want my body, my mind, even my bone marrow to be occupied."

Wow, and Isma makes me try to get away.

It's the tears that tell Ele's cheeks.

"If you want to be done that, I'll manipulate you even if you die. Elma, why don't you let me die with you when I'm gone?

It was then that Iron Fist penetrated Izma's face, which he proposed with a sketchy face.

"E, Sister Ele?!

If you emit an unspeakable sound, Isma turns her face upside down.

Ele hits a blow in her hips and showers her body (wanting).

Exactly the flesh of "Ibizus", so the moves that didn't fall but go into time at the perfect time belong to the skilled killer.

It's Ele's trick against Elma, who specializes in spells, and is an assassin with extreme physical skill.

"No way - mental manipulation by implication?!

It is not impossible for Elma, a clan spell expert at Betsalion, to bluish it.

Brother: How can you do that when the trap of Calcasas was set up in this place at the end, etc.

However, it was a perfect situation if used as a trap.

An undercover rescue line with the certainty that it was completely behind Cal.

An ambush since it made you think it was successful and appeased you.

Too perfect reading and relentless fingering.

It was the moment when the chill ran through Elma's spine.

Pompous, and childlike gouging fists hit Izma's chest plate.

Poopy, Poopy, and Ele waved both hands.

Why, why, I complained sobbingly.

"Why didn't you do that from the beginning! Ele, Ele, I've always wanted you to! Why didn't you take it all, take it, take it... from the beginning!

Pokan, and Isma, even her sister, Elma, could not help but open her mouth to reveal her pure love affection.

It's this blood-soaking confession right after you look like a tattoo painting because of the iron fist stuck in the burning surface.

How many rough gods: the flesh of "Ibizus", about nosebleeds, with its protection and protection, comes out. It is also inevitable that your face will be manicured.

So much power is in the heart of the maiden.

Due attention needs to be paid to this because it is a world law truth in Worlds End.

What I don't know how to deal with and I'm flattered is that my sister: Elma is the same.

I see, it is a reminder that, indeed, a woman named Elehimera, her own sister, was a human who, behind the ruthlessness, the pitiful thoughts, and the terrible anger she showed when she erupted, would cohabit the part of a maiden who, even if she were her sister, would be hit and cheeked up in this way.

No man can be struck with such sincerity and not be upset.

I guess you wanted me to get away with it as Isma.

Exclusive greed rounded out, silly man's aspirations rounded out, you wanted him to cool off at the extreme of narcissism.

You can't follow a man like this, he said.

Whatever dies, I manipulate it, I wonder if it's stupid.

Come with me when what dies, and let it be better.

Yet, Ele and Elma's sisters delighted me.

I see. A woman's heart is very incalculable for a man.

There's no way, Isma laughs bitterly.

A troubled Isma and two beautiful sisters who can't stop crying with joy.

It was an unusual picture, but tomorrow it was still in the way of life of those who lay themselves in the battle of the unknown, and it might be like a cross paper to break, such as the norms set by the world.

Mixed definitions would mean that others do not pinch their mouths or may pinch them.

"Shit. I don't know what to do, do I?

"Please screw it up. Terrible, relentless, thorough."

There's no way Isma wouldn't take care of Ele when she said that.

Of course, make it the bishop of Sibiri Shmeri that Ele was robbed. Building beam: Calcasas will know double.

One with his own set alarm and the ensuing nest (nest) flames.

The other is that Izma's performance from the curtain has become a duet.

The Ismas' ploy, at this point, surpassed that of the Assassination Church: Civili Shmeri's Building Beam: Calcasas alone.

Would Cal have feared at this time the length of Isma's strategy's hand, the toughness that rolls back, whether it's treading or not?

Or would you have boiled your guts (annoyed) in anger?

I can't deduce what's in that heart.

Final form for me: Cal waiting to adjust "Gursha Eela" because he couldn't move the spot.

I just can't stop seeing luck fingers that can definitely be added to Rattegart's harp line take on frantic colors.