Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Whoa, whoa!! Who!! What?!

"I've offered to help Prince Ascaria bathe, it's my servant Athelui - damn it. Your husband."

If Ashley, who jumped up, looked back, what was there was Athelui, who looked like none of them.

I feel like I've been asked what I think of Redamaria, along with its name, and Ashley's upset is suspiciousness MAX.

"Why and why??????? I didn't ask for it. I didn't ask for it!!!!!

"I don't like doing this, either, you dumb, mistress!

Ashley can't look directly at Athelui, who speaks in strange grammar like she's forced to swallow anger.

Because Athelui was on her knees dressed in clothing that could only be understood as really dedicated to that kind of service purpose, just because the cloth splash to the extent that she was sorry as opposed to the jewellery she wore covered the minimum part.

The neck is carefully tied to a golden collar and an equally thick chain that connects there.

Based on Ashley's sensibilities, it's better to be naked.

"Description Description, I request an explanation!!!

"I told you, you idiot! Your husband."

Healthy, but there was no horrible discouragement in "your husband" put on the tail of Athelui, who dyed his skin sufficiently white to say it to Zhu.

Totally a stick.

"It's an order, so, without that, - Aska-sama's order is absolute. Your husband."

Ashley wanted to point out that if you put your husband at the end of everything, you wouldn't be respecting them, but even Athelui would know a hundred things about that.

If I pointed it out, they would kill me. The formula was higher.

"Wow, if you got it, why don't you just give me an order, you dumb-ass! Your husband."

In other words, Athelui was ordered by Aska to serve as Ashley's bathroom clerk.

Incidentally, in the Alam area, it is customary for a daughter who exposes her neck to bottom skin to a man to be considered a slave or a whore unless she makes a choice whether to be the man's partner, kill the man, or harm herself.

Although this commandment is being morphed in urban areas, I hear that the code is still being strictly observed in tribes living in the desert.

"No, you know, I've been putting it up a little bit, so don't you feel thirsty? Like?"

"What, then just say it! Get over here! You Noroma! Your husband."

I guess the surge has finally reached its culmination.

Athelui led Ashley near the boiling fountain of the cold spring.

The heat is distant and the air is pleasant for the skin.

Ha ha, and a silver basin came with a rambling sound and a set of drinks on it.

As for Ashley, I'm not sure I can explain the name of the woman who just climbed onto the edge of her mouth - Ledamaria, the new pope - without misleading the relationship here, saying that she's my childhood friend.

I wanted to change the subject a lot.

"Just hold the cup! Then just drink it! Your husband."

Athelui pours drinks abusively when I'm gone.

It was poured into a stunning glass of cleavers that broke the citrus-soaked honey liquor and fresh water.

"Yum. How's Mr. Athelui?

"I am the slave whom the Lord has commanded me to serve you. You can't possibly drink it with me! Don't you even know that, you mistress!

I had no idea what it tasted like, but it was cold. Ashle dries the cup in such a way that it feels like it's going through her throat.

I wanted a conversation trigger and recommended the cup to Athelui, but on the contrary, it seemed to piss me off.

Thanks to one incident, Ashley said Athelui was once a delicate relationship.

No, I'd like to think it's force majeure, but Athelui's gaze has been hostile to Ashley since that incident.

And you should know that, but no, because you do, Aska orders Athelui to do every thing and try to stick with Ashley.

It's funny.

You can't do a prank, Ashley thinks.

Imposing this on a woman who doesn't like it is so hard that her stomach hurts.

Ashley's conscience is on the verge of self-harm.

There was just, well, the realization that, somehow, there are many complicated stages in women's reactions here in recent experience, and that depending on the very limited and very rare cases and compatibility, the reverse can be very pleasing.

It's all just a completely personal rule of thumb.

But this shouldn't happen.

It's a bad thing, Ashley thinks.

"Oh, I'd like to talk to you about that."

"You can talk as much as you want alone, your husband!

No, it's completely parallel.

Only that they hate me so much, I could understand.

It is only natural, if I may say so, to go back to the past.

But Ashley had at least something to ask Athelui.

Um, and twist my head.

Only one proposal came to mind.

"A., Mr. Athelui"

"If you need anything, shut up and drink. Your husband."

Once again poured so overflowing from the cup, Ashle finally bracketed her belly.

"─ Athelui, take the cup, too."

Coldly Ashley ordered.

Biri, Athelui's hands tremble, and a pouring mouth reinforced with gold swoops over the sides of a glass cup to make a hard noise.

Ashley clearly saw the light dwelling in her eyes, frightened, but fever-bearing.

When Athelui placed the ceramic liquor bowl with a bewildering modus operandi, he grabbed the cup as he was told.

Ashle pours liquor there with or without.

"Oh, you know, this is... what do I do, your husband?

"Cheers. Drink."

Speaking in an ordered tone, Athelui dyed her cheeks and twinkled them, shining pale gold in her mouth.

"What do you say?"

"Hey, it is."

Where did the momentum go earlier, and Athelui suddenly answered.

Get a chance, Ashley continues.

Order me to "listen".

"First of all, um, I apologize. This city: Not long after I came to Jihlaf Haza, in the bedroom of the Samsara Palace, I saw your skin. The... I also know the code of Aram. However, at that time, it was somehow force majeure. Athelui suddenly broke in, and the blade wound shattered... so desperate."

Shiatsu, and Athelui with his mouth on the cup hardens.

"So, you know, I don't know... since I was there, Aska turned her hand, and she said she was pushing you into an unreasonable role. Uh, so..."

If so, I want you to be honest with me because I say no to Asuka.

It was a lot of excuses and explanations, but only part of the conclusion, but I could say while looking at the clarity and atelui.

"I am only giving my lord's life, my lord."

Athelui returns it in a clerical voice.

"That's not what I'm saying."

to the words of the stubborn Athelui, but Ashle did not continue to flicker.

Because it was very important.

"I really don't have the same spirituality that makes me feel bad about enslaving women I hate."

"But so it is, my Lord's"

"I can't and it's painful to hold a woman like you as a slave. If you don't have the right to veto, I'll go straight to Aska."

Ashley quietly, but as soon as I made myself clear, it was.

Ha, they held my hand.

"Stop talking, please."

And Athelui's fingers, stretched out to Ashley, trembled with strength, and his eyes had a fright that he could not hide.

"Are you afraid of Aska? Because you're her slave?

In Ashley's inquiry, Athelui shook her head and immediately denied it.

"No! It's not! I am only Asuka's servant! But the Omaes are mistaken for slavery in my Osmadra! That's not what this is about!

"Indeed, it used to be. I didn't study."

To Athelui's objection, Ashle nodded and admitted her past uncertainty.

The Osmadra Empire, and the Aram region, are cultural areas where the existence of slaves is recognized by law.

The Ixophone community, which does not acknowledge the existence of slaves after all, often points out that point and points to "cults" and alams.

Far Ancient Unity Dynasty: Agantilis was also still a nation with slavery, but some radical Ixists still don't have enough to say no with the same argument.

But being specified in the law means that paradoxically there are clear rules for the treatment of slaves.

The rules also contain detailed provisions on the survival and rights of slaves.

Of course, I didn't say no.

To summarise its contents boldly, they had been enacted so that they could not impose too intangible an order on the slaves because they were masters.

If I may add, there exists intense and severe punishment for the injustice inflicted on slaves by the civil class.

If we do see it as a system of imposing labor on boys and girls, or if we have a detailed discussion of the existence of a loving slave, many Ixists will harm their hearts and minds.

Ashley also knows better because she was one of those people on that side.

But what about the Ixophone community?

Exchangers and clergymen say that there are no slaves, that they do not enslave women and children, and that they are powerful.

But it's not, actually.

The reality is that it is not.

The poor are not given the knowledge or upbringing they need to claim their rights and crawl from them.

The children consequently engaged as a workforce from an early age, and no, they were exploited.

By a strictly hierarchical society, neither vocation nor love is free.

It's just that the law stipulates they're not "slaves".

No, legally admitting it just means "not admitting it" because it would have been admitted to exist officially.

Ashle, who has seen humans drive their lives crazy by such a society, still seems to have more salvation than the Alam-style rule of "legal recognition of slavery".

Anyway, because from the status of slave, even the system of being allowed to become a citizen was inscribed there.

In fact, after my husband loved me and freed me from my identity, Ashle told me about a slave who had been formally proposed to me in Ziraf Haza, and I heard him over and over again.

It is not uncommon for talented boys and girls to have computations for reading and writing, and even more advanced education.

I bickered with my husband and saw several slaves treated as if they were friends.

There are even a number of facilities in the city and throughout the city for slaves who are old and no longer able to work.

Ashley doesn't have a hair on her to justify human trafficking.

However, there is a huge difference between the idea of admitting what is already there and considering its better operational law and the idea of treating it as something that is essentially there but not (...).

Admitting reality, there's another thing besides that.

"If we are to reform, what must be changed" can be debated as a practical (pragmatic) issue, confirming a written law in front of us.

In the Ixist world, the irrationality and inconvenience are to be "in the first place", so there is no discussion.

The existence of people who, in reality, are forced to live a life below slavery, while enduring a life that can't even be known tomorrow, just legally speaking of "no slaves, etc.," has been ignored.

This decisive difference was the one that Ashley felt painfully as she placed herself in the Alam area and studied culture.

"True, I didn't study. But I can't do it right now. I'm telling you because I learned that, because I'm learning. You don't like me, do you, Mr. Athelui? Don't let someone you don't like rip you off in this outfit! Besides, Aska is not the kind of person who doesn't know that! If you're kidding me, I have to make you stop!

Fugu, and Athelui stuck his throat in Ashley's sword screen.

"No?!

Ashley seriously asks Athelui.

It was Athelui who turned himself in.

"Hey, hey, close! And, you know, stop those straight eyes!

"No, I won't until Mr. Athelui stops!

Once Ashley would have pulled back as the other guy said here.

But Ashley swore before the eyes of Yuga, who had become his enemy, and Zion, who had been imprisoned and awaited rescue, in that one-defeated trantrim.

"Be king," he said.

That could have been just a declaration I made to prepare myself to share the life of a princess named Theon, to walk with me as my thing.

But I was beginning to change the existence of Ashledau from a childish sweetness, from a single man, no, a knight whose primary purpose was to obey his master's life, to a king who, at his discretion, would even jump over the law and make decisions.

Whether it was attacked by the size of the Qiuyu, Ha, and raised a voice like a girl, and Athelui nodded her face.

"Is that more or less an argument about our country's laws?!

"No, this is very personal, it involves the code of a man named Ashledau and the dignity of a woman named Athelui!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.) Athelui shrinks.

"Well, then, come, ask."

Athelui tries to argue with the feeling that she manages to get annoyed.

Go ahead, Ashley nodded, but I'm not trying to get the body back on board.

For this reason, it also appears that Ashley is approaching Athelui on the screen, but Ashley is not aware of it at all.

Athelui begins to argue with the outfit, which also appears to have been pushed down.