Sanzen no Souru Supina

“The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth": a floor made noisy by one thing about Irisberda.

But the debate has not yet seen the conclusion.

Archbishop of Catel Island: Dashkamarier remembers his role and proceeds with the story.

"I'm sorry, you confused me. But Illis is right. You denied it without a headache, but good things came to mind. What do you think, here's one, why don't you listen to Iris's suggestion?

Norman perceives Dashka's state of mind because of his utterly amusing voice.

This is also a whispering vengeance for Dashka, who has had to continue to play the icy Virgin, who is so calmly settled and unblemished.

Not to anyone.

If you dare to say so, against an era that has been pushing for a losing role.

"Oh, no, there's nothing like an idea, but if my wife has to go to her husband's pinch, who's going?

Everyone, except Dashka, was rigid in the words of Illis.

If you try them, it is the long-awaited Virgin Mary: the rebirth of Madra, the Illis as its manifestation.

Moreover, there is a “Savior” in its womb.

If you do not listen to the Word, this is a treachery that is no longer equal to ignoring the Word of God, and therefore cannot help but worship no matter how impossible it may be.

By the way, Dashka blew out impatiently.

"Terrible, Dashka, too much laughter!

"No, I'm sorry. That was disrespectful, wasn't it?

"I didn't, and here's the thing, I told you yesterday!

"So I'm telling you to keep it up and let them hear it, too. In the breasts of the Virgin Mary. Flesh as one woman."

I told Dashka to take it away, suppressing the urge to laugh.

"Iris, your words fly too far. We as the Virgin Mary remain super-sensitive and only summarised our conclusions, and we have no idea what this is about. Exactly, so that we cannot know God's will."

So, whatever it is, please.

In an outfit where Dashka deposited her cheeks on her right hand, elbowed to the railing of her seat, she urged Iris.

I guess that made sense.

Uh, or, uh, or the roaring “Virgin of Rebirth," Illis explained to everyone on the spot as she looked up at the only future projection she could see, desperately communicating what was in her head.

"I mean, you know, the heroes, including my husband, Ashledau, who moved from Catel Island to scattered in earlier battles, say their current primary goal is to rendezvous with the King of the Earthspiders: Izmagalum.

Dashka is currently unable to wield its predictive abilities with maximum power.

This is due to the current difficulty of synchronizing with the silver mask: the powerful Focus: Constructs, a pair with the Seraphim filament. Therefore, the only information we can get right now is unilateral predictive information by the crown: Seraphim Filament.

To help me, this should also be called the ritual I performed to fulfill my rebirth and the aftermath of my load. "

Once we started talking, words overflowed from the lips of Illis like the taunt until then was a lie.

On the contrary, the heavy towns, the audience, have to take notes to follow the story.

"In other words, the information we have on the location of the heroes is considered old and inaccurate.

According to your interpretation, Isma appears in the Samsala Palace Location = Trading City: Jihlaf Haza in the Arabic community, but this is not necessarily accurate either.

The crusade activation of the matter has made it extraordinarily difficult to obtain information between East and West, and the path the Ashlets are taking is, so to speak, a journey through the darkness of the world, including the Closed Corridor. There is no easy way to grab a foothold.

And in that place, you guys, no, I'm going to rephrase -- we're going on an exploratory trip. "

That's equivalent to walking in one pine light through a moonless dark night, a wilderness full of cracks with no land exploration.

Heavy towns, who have lived more than twice her and nearly tripled when heckled, unknowingly draw into the words of Illis, who speaks in a slow, gentle tone looking over everyone.

Dashka watched how it went, along with her quiet emotions.

I see... this is the Virgin Mary's "Hiroshi".

with the thought that it is one end of it.

"But if it is, then why can't we add you, the Virgin Mary, to this exploratory line?

However, it was no other Norman who gave his opinion to Illis against the power of the word, which should be said to be almost superpowers.

That's just the courage and the fact that you can't help but marvel.

I see, this is what it is like to dive through the battle in the enclosure of the Overlords: the Closed Corridor.

The man's opinion was terminal and accurate.

"Too dangerous"

I assure you, I look Norman's eyes straight back in the front, but instead of staring, I rather smiled and Iris disputed.

Thank you, Norman, and thank you very much.

"Yes. It's no different that it's dangerous, as the lead knight said.

However, I can illuminate his whereabouts and give you guidance as to where he should go.

Once again, if you're going to bring up an earlier one, at least not so much as the difference between a dark night and a full moon night. "

What does that mean, Norman asked silently.

I'm not suspicious, it's an attitude that prompts explanations.

Kokuri, and Iris continued the conversation with that intention.

"Firstly, it has been confirmed that I and Archbishop Dashkamarie can share the five senses via the crown of: Seraphim Filamento. It is difficult to make contact from Archbishop Dashkamarier's side, but the call from my side confirms that there is a complete response as a result of previous tests"

"This is probably, as previous prophecies have shown, the crown of:" Seraphim Filamento "as access from the superior (...), thinking that it recognizes the Virgin Mary: Illis. Perhaps in the ritual of rebirth, a node (link) was formed."

Dashka, a party, opened his mouth to supplement the words of Illis.

Sympathy between the Virgin Mary and the Archbishop.

To the magnitude of the revealed facts, the air in the venue swings.

But without the appearance of passing through it, Illis continues his words.

"Secondly, I can feel the place of Ashledau, my husband and father of the“ Savior ”to come. His life and death, his physical condition, his very general, but emotional movements - he is now recovering from weakness, but his mind is in a hurry."

"Sensory sharing between living organisms - how, without the support of Focus…"

To the question that came from the heavy towns, who glanced at him with amazement, Iris answered as he stroked his belly, which still looked almost unusual, to love him.

"Because part of him is here."

And now I know that that human needs me.

Norman wasn't the only one who remembered palpitations without merit in the appearance of Illis, who dyed his cheeks in a variety of colors and said:

Even Zabelzaft, for a moment, was a stranger.

Besides, I was toddled with the appearance of Illis holding his chest down painfully to say.

"More importantly, I need that human too."

A lot of people decided on that one.

Most importantly, there was both one and two stuffiness in the subsequent candidate, but the voice of Dashkamarier's crane became the decisive hit.

"Even in Chez Servis, Queen is the strongest pawn. All I can say is that it's odd to let them cut into the enemy line all of a sudden. Travel with the best knights at all costs. Don't forget the accompanying infantry (Pawn). That's because it's the deepest part of the pawn. Isn't that what we do best? This is an armored assault!

So fearlessly bold of God, but that's why the Pope's office read this odd one, too, Zabelzaft commented.

Queen was about Iris, whoever else, and the best knight was none other than Norman.

Though he had just welcomed an adult to accompany him, he decided that two apprenticeship knights, an immature but "spindling" capable boy and girl, and Burton.

minimal organization, but otherwise the enemy's eyes cannot be deceived.

A cover story was prepared to tailor Barton, a world-class wine farmer, to his retired eldest husband.

A leisurely favorite tells the story of an old pestle to open the way for wine.

Catel Island was also a wine region blessed with wind, sun and well-drained hills, with several wine farms.

Among them, he decided to trade sweet wines made from a variety called Gibibbo.

It's expensive, even in small quantities. The more you go, especially on the north side, the higher the price.

If you pack it in an expensive glass bottle, you might even be able to use it to connect with the upper class.

It was also a hand to exchange for fine fur, amber and other fragrances along the way.

Norman will be the escort.

From family crests to lineage diagrams, thoughtful settings were created.

"Oh, shit, you're feeling a little bit like an actor"

"I'm the big husband of a merchant, no matter where you look from. Right, Grandpa?

Iris, given the setting of his last son's bride, lifts Burton up a lot.

Burton has already been informed that his daughter, Iris, is a fusion of Nishimon: Almastella and her own granddaughter, Eunisfrau.

Until now, he is a man who has continued to confront the darkness of the world beyond counting along with Gresnau, Ashle's father.

If I kept admiring Ashley and hoping to stick to her instead, I was rather prepared that one day such a bloody ending would strike Eunice.

Still, when Ashley left the Pope's office, she couldn't stop Eunice from offering to accompany her because Barton was spotting the "twist" from her heart.

Only Ashle herself at the time did not know that marriage to Giseltregia, the bride of forgiveness, was in progress with the performance and return of Ashle's sacramental duties.

Even a snail who sneaks through the world can no longer be his lover - the determination was found in Eunice's eyes (yes, Bob), who decided to accompany Ashle in his sacramental service.

So when he heard Eunice's obituary, Burton cried more to the way his granddaughter lived through his thoughts than to grief.

When Archbishop Dashkamarier told me that his granddaughter's "Soul" was inherited by a daughter named Irisberda, and when he smiled, dyed his cheeks and saw him speak of his love for Ashley - he trembled at the uncertain emotion of who he was.

Indeed, the trick had the face of a granddaughter who tried to live Burton's known world of injustice straight into her own love.

So when I'm multiplying with Illis in this way, I'm reminded of the outright intercourse with that mouth master Eunice of previous years, and I can't stop myself from stuck with a lot of mouth.

I guess that's the same for Illis.

I was able to accomplish the love and love that I almost gave up on being impossible to accomplish in this world, jumping over the crossing wall of difference in identity, and sweetening it to my grandfather as a being free from the bondage chains of custom.

Even though he had no memory of it, he felt comfortable with the feeling.

Some of them were the most flirtatious and swinging.

Regardless of the fluffy Norman, an armed mercenary hired as an escort, it was the two boys and girls who ate the split.

(Note - In this era, few people bought merchants and pilgrims' escorts to leave because coming off the streets became a monster or out-of-the-war force zone in one go, rather than even a source of funding for mercenaries during the war. There are also numerous examples of countries that have burned their hands in the presence of bandits, mercenaries who turn quickly into bandits, creating specialized guilds and incorporating them into policing and tax revenues instead of lending credit and buildings)

"Oh, uh, irritating, oh, so stuck, oh, nappy, breasts"

"Oh, Mr. Trao is my husband, so I need you to get to know him a little better."

"Hido, because, no, it's soft, it's warm, it's me, it's me"

"Don't you like it? What's my husband's role? Her face is bright red. So much sweat... so hot."

"No, no, no, no. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

What the hell, Sera, and a trao stamped on my toe with thoughts on my heels was eaten by a knight of the girl on the crotch.

"Ha, because you're stretching something under your nose against the Virgin Mary. Okay, unclean."

A spicy, masculine attitude, but tears accumulate at the end of my daughter's eyes, called Serra, and I can tell by one that she is baked.

"I'm sorry, Serafina, I don't even think about your feelings, I, get on with it..."

"I can't believe you're apologizing, Illis. It's just that, hey, Trao looked a little nasty... mind you, Iris, he's really a sketch."

"Oh, my God, oh, my God!

"Liar - I know you're hiding my handkerchief in the back of the drawer. Why don't you come out of somewhere after a physical exam?

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!! Pup, it's an invasion of privacy!!

"Shh, are you serious? This dosquebe, hentai, underwear drobo!! What do you think I thought when I lost my favorite?!!

"Hey, hey, hey, no! Handkerchief isn't underwear! Oh, I was falling, so I don't know whose it is, and if I had the one I was looking for, I'd give it back to you, and I just forgot!

"Liar - you just had your name embroidered!! Ha, no way, for sniffing and pushing, for the sacrifice of a young, blue libido?!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't say bad things about people. The Virgin Mary misunderstands you!!

However, in the sense of having a headache with two young opponents who may be endless, maybe Norman was indeed the victim.

It was the two abusive men, Traolabel Gallius and Serafina Junuv, who were promoted as Ilis' upcoming practice.

I just can't tell each other this because I can't see it - I know it's compassionate, but it's just two young people who don't know each other.

Now, the men who have been seen so far will have noticed.

The story is an exploratory journey of heroes led by Norman and Illis and a journey of heroic Ashley to be found describing their destiny through the rest of the month, going through an attack in Trantrim.