Sanzen no Souru Supina

Ashle felt dizzy at the sight of the indoor as she rushed in guided by Ele.

A beautiful princess threw herself over a laid cushion and sheep's fur, in a quail.

Ashley knows the blinding nakedness.

My dear, irreplaceable - Ashley was allowed to possess only one national territory.

Princess of the Night Devil: Cionzafil Iote Bellioni.

A troublesome object was sticking out of its stainless skin.

It's like a pile stuck in the back of a beautiful princess as a punishment device.

I can see the evil sculpture engraved on the surface hanging over it.

Ashley can't even be confused as to what that is.

Focus for Abominable Human Modification: Jagri Jagra.

Its evil base inspired it, and it stood as it eroded Zion.

"I used this storage device that controls it."

Ele offered a dragon-skinned scroll with an incisive voice and expression.

Ashle understood at once that Scroll and the incessantly changing appearance inscribed therein were essential items to control Jagri Jagra.

I see this scroll is the control foundation (controller) for Jagri Jagra.

Until now, it was not easy to remove Jagri Jagra because this was missing, and Ashley had to alter Zion as her husband on a regular basis to calm down, and she had to be frightened of the constant danger of rampage.

By Ele's mysterious attitude and not even showing the bare gesture that Theon would resist the treatment, Ashle could also feel that this situation was not created by malice.

But sudden anger became an impulse and gushed from the bottom of his belly.

I was grabbing Ele's collar when I noticed.

When asked about the situation, he was convinced that the anger that he thought he had overcome had erupted.

An uncontrollable rage that has tainted Zion.

'Hmm... you're in love. However, from experience - anger and resentment are suddenly like boiling water. No, there's something you can see, isn't there? It's not just from anything direct grudge turtles. Intense romance is just a hotbed of sudden passion. This story isn't just about Ele. "

Later, when he calmed down, Ashle realized that Aska's words were meant for him, but at this time he was completely emotionally swallowed.

Ashle, and called with a trembling voice by Zion, finally Ashle knew what she was doing driven by anger.

He grabbed the collar neck of the earthspider princess with both hands and was dragging it up.

Ele is completely irresistible.

Of course I was scared.

Yes, it was a belly bracketed attitude.

Reflectively, it holds back the resistance caused by the flesh with "will".

However, my lips move when I tell her something.

The anger awakened in Ashley.

At the same time the hands, which were firmly tied together, unravel and free the ele.

Ashley rushed to hold her.

Ele, finally allowed to breathe, coughs hard but points to Scion.

"Sorry."

The princess of the earthspider shook her head and replied to Ashle's apology.

"I don't mind, naturally," gesture.

However, the pure white neck muscle is clearly left after the clothes tightened to the ashle.

Ashle's muscle strength as a knight allows him to continue to hold the heavy dragon spear: Shivnir accurately, and his grip is enough to grind apples with one hand.

There is no such thing as killing an irresistible woman if you mean it.

If we were a few seconds late to go home sane, it could have been real.

Ashley gave a hand to Ele, who had been crushed while he was in his place, and reached instead of Zion, who was buried in the fur of the sheep.

"Lord Ashley, treat me. With that dragon-skinned scroll, you will truly be the Lord of Jagri Jagra. First, calm the excitement."

Ele said under her painful breath.

He asked Zion to take precedence over the disaster that had befallen him.

I don't know what that means, that is, I don't see how things are persecuting (hiccups) Ashley.

For months now, Ashley has been in charge of Jagri Jagra without the control marks that combine the scroll of dragon skin with the storage.

That's the equivalent of riding a wild wild horse (Mustang) without a reins or saddles, instead of an abalone.

I already know the habit of Jagri Jagra, even though I haven't had enough individual tuning (personalization) with the engraved scroll part of the control crest.

Instead, if you think of the addition of reins, saddles and saddles (abscesses) to what has been a bareback horse, that's just that the conditions have improved for Ashley.

Occasionally, I learn how to use it.

Until now, the control of Jagri Jagra has had no choice but to rely on the indulgence and trial and error that all come from the rules of thumb.

However, the connotation is now available, allowing for a more delicate sculpture.

Ele watched as the rough horse was being groomed and transformed into a stunning herd of sunflowers.

Ashle's spicy arm as a tutor leaks a wet voice from Zion's lips.

Undeluded sensuality is there.

"... now, control is complete?

After that, can I take the lead until the removal?

Yes Ashle asked me, and Ele finally got herself back.

"Well, wait, Ashledau... that's what I called it."

Ele stopped it in a rushed tone.

Ashle lowered her back instead of Ele, who either lost her hips or couldn't get up.

When I looked at him, I could see that there was a light in Ele's eyes containing fright.

I can't help it.

Ashley just tightened that thin neck of hers, even though it was driven by anger.

It was not to be forgiven, but it also seemed impossible to quench the anger that smoked in this chest.

It was Ele's resentment and personal grievances that made Zion this way.

Of course I know there was a situation, but that's why I didn't turn it down with something I could laugh at right away and pour into the water.

Ashley became aware of the snail in her heart when she was full of reason to put a toothpick on her.

So I didn't apologize a second time.

Instead, he cautioned himself to act calmly.

Wait patiently for Ele's words to follow.

Again and again, Ele tried to put it into words and repeatedly failed.

Trembling lips don't move well and no matter how much you swallow your spit, your dry throat doesn't sound like it's sticky.

Even ele, a ruthless, ringing murderer, must be a hard thing to say.

Okay, Ashle slightly touched such ele's shoulder and nodded.

It was a lot of kindness that Ashley could do right now.

Then, when I stood up, I served in the place of Zion.

Because Zion offered me to explain.

"Let's conclude. This is... Jagri Jagra can't be removed anymore."

Quietly, Theon told in a calm voice.

Ashle didn't know what she was told for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Theon, I don't know what you're talking about"

I put it into words honestly.

Theon smiled at the words and repeated.

"Jagri Jagra can never be removed again. It's completely assimilated to my blood, flesh and bone."

An emotional storm unspeakable in one thing blew Ashle's brain away.

Both the control scroll and the original owner are here.

Why, why?

I felt that kind of emotion become turbulent and screw up my reason.

If Theon hadn't taken my hand, I wouldn't even know what would have happened.

The explanation of the Princess of the Night Devil continues.

"For one thing, the time and number of times used uncontrolled in scrolling and the intensity of the" will "poured in has never been more intense"

Behind Ashle at the extreme of the confusion, the words of Zion, who was supposed to be the victim, were pale.

"It is even a critical issue that we have undergone a forceful alteration from the three in a short period of time. Ele, Ashle, and Yugadir. It was also not via this scroll, the device for control, but rather rough personalization."

Ashley walked in, listening to the explanation.

Leaning up slowly naked to a young knight who could swim his gaze like he was relieved, Theon continued.

"And third of all - that the Lord now of Jagri Jagra cannot deny the alteration made to me at the bottom of his heart."

Ashle felt the pain like a pile had been struck in the heart by Zion's allegations.

I couldn't argue with you instantly.

Using this evil apparatus and altering Zion's flesh as in his "Nerd".

I've never even held a piece of expensive as a man for that blinding disloyalty, which is a lie.

If you say that you did not feel the joy, the desire to conquer or the desire for exclusivity that should not be forgiven for the appearance of Zion, who bites the pillow and desperately embraces the voice that is about to be leaked, it is different.

For example, "Chira", which is now capturing Scion as a Jagri Jagra outrage, may be Ashley's "Nerd" itself.

Just thinking so pained my chest to blow blood, and I could see it staining Zhu all over my face or even my ears with shame.

But the princess of the devil, who is supposed to be the greatest victim, turns to the back of a man who is ashamed and afflicted like his shallow "twist," and says as he crawls his fingers.

"The last one is...... That the victims themselves do not wish to reject the alterations they receive from the Lord."

I really don't know what they said, this is what I mean.

Ashley thought compared to the confusion she faced earlier.

Ashle's consciousness refused to understand for the first time.

The second time, really, I had no idea.

An uncertain gaze caught Ele by chance, but she just lay down her face again, too.

I wanted to look back at Theon, but this one is gripping my back garment so hard, it's very impossible.

"What... thing?

Yes, it was full of listening with a faint voice.

"Really, it means it's been owned. It means that my body, my mind, has been made into a body that I cannot live without for the rest of my life. I, Theon..."

So far, I've put an irrevocable flaw on the Princess of the Night Devil, and no matter what happens now, I can't return it.

I'll have it crushed until it's completely broken.

I wonder what Ashle should have done with Zion lying on his face and saying that to his back.

"May I explain?"

The earthspider princess uttered words about how long she would have spent doing so.

Ele has spoken to Ashley about how she decided to do it.

Ashle wolfed again when she realized that her anger at her, which she thought would never go away, was spraying away in this short time.

Regardless of the origin of the matter - at this point in time, Zion clearly admitted that his predicament was due to Zion himself.

And yet, if Ashley denies just shaming her desire for exclusivity and dominance deep in her heart, that's all she's ever had to say about being conservative.

That's cowardly behavior.

That's why Ashley decided to admit it too.

"I want to monopolize everything about Zion," he said clearly.

The moment I came to think of it, the source of my anger towards Ele was soaked, and it stopped melting away.

If I had noticed, I would have taken the hands of the earthspider princess witch.

"The more I just did, the more I made you feel scared of women. Elehimera, please let me apologize."

Ashley dared to speak in a straightforward manner.

No respect.

I wanted to tell you the truth about myself.

Not in a roundabout way, I thought.

Ele has gazed at such an ashle from a kneeling position.

Zhu gave his skin slightly like its white magnet.

This human is really beautiful, and I think Ashley looks at that ele.

"Then will you accept my apology as well?"

Accepting an apology means that we will never point fingers at each other again on this matter.

Ashley naturally intended to take that suggestion.

"I was going to convince you when I heard from Isma the birth of you (you) and the explanation, including the situation. I was going to find out it was nothing more than that. I meant to understand and forgive you not only from the bottom of my heart, but from the bottom of my heart."

That's why I told the truth.

"But when I saw that look of Theon - I knew it wasn't. Anger pulled the reins off, and if I noticed, I was waging violence against you (you). As a man, no, I think he sucks as a human being, such as raising his hand to an irresistible woman who has already apologized. Apologize and not be forgiven, but please, you're right."

Ashle apologized again, looking clearly into the eyes of the earthspider princess.

Ele stretches her fingers like a white fish on that knee.

Ashley didn't avoid it.

"If you think I was scared about something earlier, I'll tell you it was a mistake. On the contrary, Ashledau. I was moved. It struck my heart, you can say."

"Are you impressed?

For some reason he blushed more and more and Ele answered.

"With that anger, I found it real. Lord Zion, I found that the feeling of Omae thinking of Zion was something that I couldn't help but root down on my flesh. Yeah, humans have guys like that, too."

How much you think of one woman.

I can't seem to feel it and not be moved, after all, as a single woman.

"Thank God, I fell in love. The heart of Omae who thinks of Zion."

Yes, Ele said.

"I thought I might die, but could you forgive me for that?

Ashle again loses sight of the meaning of Ele's inquiry and solidifies it.

It couldn't have happened, but I could have taken the question, "Omae, can I fall in love?"

Of course Ele dared to say that.

I see the ploy is the sex of a spider.

"Hehe, you react so uber, you manipulate and show Jagri Jagra so brilliantly, etc. I was so close to showing off Zion's luck fingers? You think you can stay calm? I see, this is a better heroine killer than listening, huh?

"Hi, hi, hi, heroin killer?!

Ashley's throat sounded soaked in a name that was too much to say.

"What, it's hideous"

"No, Isma advised me, 'Oh, I see Ashley, be careful because she's the type to make me cry.' I see you're right - this is a demonic man."

A strange pre-voice sound came out of Ashle's throat stuck in words.

a constant array, is

Kuck, and Theon laughs like a pigeon behind his back.

"Hey, even Zion."

"Unfortunately, you wouldn't be fooled by a joke, would you?

Count what Zion folds.

Probably about the women Ashley's been related to.

Ashle felt the sweat erupt again from the top of her head.

"Don't worry, Ashledau. My destiny is only with Isma. However, I have made you think that as a reprisal for this incident, you can offer me freedom and dignity for one night. To me."

There was a luscious (yep) grin in Ele's mouth, and Ashle had to desperately chop the cutting edge of a joke that was too swordswallowed.

"Oh, you're a spider killer, after all."

Ele spreads her grin more and more to Ashley, who says in a flimsy way.

"You, etc., I hope you don't put it in a hard way, Ashle. Aren't you close to me and Omae? It's a full-contact pattern, this one."

"Hey, Mr. Elehimera, my hand, my hand"

"Ele, and"

"Ele, no! More than that, no!

Fumbling, Ele laughed, turning her eyes into a three-day moon snail.

I think this is worth the tease.

You can instantly switch between apologizing to Kitin and accepting the apology.

Even if that's just the upper response.

Ashley found such competence among our bad ele pranks.

I'm already abbreviated when I realize it.

It's not even a tribute.

It's a complete tame mouth.

"So, what's the explanation?"

Desperately suppressing his up-and-coming voice, Ashley asked.

"Oh, I did. You've been out of your way."

Nothing else, it's about "Jagri Jagra."

And Ele came unto Ashley.

Ashley became a snail in the Aram-style, formed on top of the rags.

I can't escape. The Scion behind me is following me so hard.

I feel a warm, soft feeling on my back and a beating like an early bell.

The two heartbeats that share the heart are also Ashle's.

Yet Ele is tucking her body into her knees, and she's stuck with her princess.

Now the tiger at the front gate and the wolf at the back gate.

I'll keep it because it's dangerous to mention which is a tiger and a wolf.

"Having healed and fused to Zion's flesh, Jagri Jagra is a powerful curse. This is one of the things in Focus that builds up human thought and makes it look like an evil drug solution that alters the victim's flesh."

Ashley thought to Ele, who looked up and said so, that this human being was also a victim.

Hmm? and Ele puts a small neck on it.

I was detected.

"Yes, Ashley, I was a victim too. So you know very well."

Frankly, Ele affirmed.

"Its interior is packed with terribly condensed thoughts. The worst idea is to discredit the victim as a toy."

Ashley felt the weight of being stuffed with lead in her stomach.

Because now I know that what Ele is trying to say touches an ugly part of my heart.

I wanted to block my ears.

Still, I couldn't run away as a person who took on one stick of that lowest thought and would continue to impose that cruelty against Zion.

Ashley stared back at Ele.

Yeah, and Ele laughed deeply at such an ashle again.

I think that's probably a laugh of high praise.

Slight dripping of the eye buttocks and tips of the ears.

Human emotions appear unconsciously in their flesh.

"The story is that the ink of the idea put into Jagri Jagra is powerful, but it's not that there's no salvation"

Imagine a blade pen, Ele said.

"When we consider the victim a single book, we can say that Jagri Jagra is a pen and ink that allows us to rewrite it freely. But the ink put on the tip of the pen is not infinite. Sometimes I have to dip it in an ink kettle, fill it up and do it. For Jagri Jagra, it's the controller that hits it, its storage (scroll)"

But Ashley pinched her mouth in Ele's explanation.

"But I can't retrieve Jagri Jagra while standing on Zion's flesh. I mean, can't you dip it in an ink kettle?

Hmm, and Ele roared, spreading her grin.

I admired Ashley's ability to think.

"I mean, I mean..."

Ashle continues her hypothesis as braved by Ele's grin.

"I mean, one day, this ink will run out, you say"

Ashle's response to the inquiry was a big round of smiles from Ele like never before seen.

"Anyway, yes, Ashley. I don't know how many years it will take. Sooner or later, be sure."

Ashley is no longer a child enough to see the answers brought to her by the earthspider princess witch as the gospel.

There was just hope.

Just as that's enough, so Zion leans in so hard.

"Focus" is an accessory to the Portal, part of it. These are the tools created to fulfill the human Nerd. "

When it was, in the depths of Catel Island, the words unleashed by the Archbishop: Dashkamarier are remembered.

Or maybe it wasn't like this, but they had a conversation of the same meaning.

If so, isn't Jagri Jagra born out of the "twist" that a lot of people wanted to "alter someone to do what they wanted"?

But what happens to the pen that's left when you run out of ink from that Nerd?

Ashle immediately sank into the sea of oblivion such inquiries that arose.

Shit, then.

Because Zion put his fangs up sweetly, as he asked for help.