Sanzen no Souru Supina

"So should I send you back to Catel Island first?

It was Isma herself, however, who dragged Ashley out onto the stage, who watered the place that was about to come together.

For a moment, Ashley gets stuck in a response.

Because Isma's pointer aroused the smile of Ilis in Ashley's head when she decided on the ritual of the Virgin Mary's rebirth.

"Well, we have to wait nearly a month to open the Metastatic Gate."

I've been flying all the way here, but I've used it.

Isma said as she did the trick of sticking her thumb and thumb that was open.

The Transfer Gate, which not only transports users, but also multiple personnel over long distances along with their equipment, is extremely advanced among the Spindle Abilities, making it difficult to control and acquire alien powers.

Various factors are involved in its use, such as the moon's emptiness (i.e., its fullness) and the operation of the stars.

Even outside the Closed Corridor, Isma is still a master among the masters.

And here's what that statement means.

'I'm saying something cool, are you ready? I can't use the Metastatic Gate for a while. If we go in now, we don't have an emergency exit, do we? There may not be a sweet eye for re-challenging from defeat? Besides, I wonder if the war will end in January. More importantly, you attack the same Ixian country?

And more importantly, here's the thing.

"I don't know if I'm coming with you, do I?".

True, yeah.

Ashley thinks.

The belief Ashley has just described is Ashley's own.

Even if it was directed by Isma, the phrase "Ashle fights with Osmadra's Prince: Aska" belongs to Ashle herself, and it has to be.

Not of Isma or Ele, and Zion.

So Ashley turned to the people she believed in.

"Of course, the word now is my personal belief. Trantrim has his hands tied to the knights of the devil at night, and even more in time, it is the land of the Ixes, even though the sects differ precisely. In other words, I will bow to my countrymen. Honestly, it's very distressing.

But I owe it to Prince Ascaria to save this life. I promised to respond to it with spear work. I can't go down to Osmadra, but let me be the vanguard of this invasion operation. "

Then I went on to say.

"The people who gathered me here, Isma, Zion, and then what Ele will do is something else. We're friends, but we're friends, so we don't have words to impose on each trend."

I can only go the way I believe.

That's what Ashley declared.

was Isma, who laughed like a sneer.

"You're starting to say a little bit. But, you know, you didn't lose last time, did you? to Yugadir before it overloaded too. The odds are yours?

It was a light tone to say the opposite, but it stood sharply against Ashle's chest.

That's right. I lost. I remember.

Yugadir Arkadil Maznab.

A knight of demons at night dreaming of coexistence with humans.

Ideally, he negotiated and fought with mankind, brought neighbors together, and made the "Monetary Co-Prosperity Area of Blood” a reality.

Married the human wives three times, and to all of them, betrayed and separated because of their love for one another, yet they did not forget their love for them.

And then I met Ashley and Zion - burning up the remnants of the Dream that was left behind - and overloading: The Log Solitary.

A masterpiece even in understatement.

Make it a hero and a king's vessel.

And no, a pillar of overload hostile to humanity.

Isma's point was the best.

Can I beat that human?

To a man named Yugadir Maznab.

No, to the Portal of the Old World, which is harmonious and tranquil: "Log Solitary" and "Wherever You Do" poured out there = people's "twist".

"Hmm. Much more to do, but not yet."

There was awesomeness in Isma bending her mouth to a mean feeling against the silent Ashle.

There was clarity there that only those who had continued to confront the "most enemies” lurking behind the world with ploy and contrivance could hold.

And the mighty enemies of Allah, and of Him that do so, and of Nerd.

The difficulty is now clear to Ashley.

Ashley takes the light straight from the front.

But I don't know what Isma's trying to say.

The moment I thought so, Izma did it, and spread the grin.

"Come with me, you little pussy! How old do you think I am? Sweet and sweet. The whole human life is short, because it's a card that only works when you're young!

Isma's tone was ironically thin, but that worked for Ashley the other way around.

My tear glands are about to break. With joy.

"Thanks. Izma"

Desperately supported the end of the story, which was likely to be a tear.

Isma is absolutely right. I'm still sweet.

"Oh, my God? Are you going to cry, Ashley?

"Idiot."

My voice clogged and I reacted like a girl.

But I can't stop feeling happy.

"Thanks"

Take a deep breath, Ashle said again.

"This Isma is the only one who can laugh at such a crybaby knight Ashletan. I mean, I'm a decision in the moodmaker position, right?

Ashley has to admit to the shards and laughing Isma.

Then I saw Scion.

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With his icy eyes, he stares into the void.

I don't even try to gaze at Ashley.

Could you be angry?

"Si, sion,?

There was no response. Ashley calls again. It's frightening.

"Si, sion?

Tingling, the characteristic brow moved.

Ashle finds Zion's eyebrows very loving and adorable, but right now, it obviously moved in a grumpy pull.

I've never seen a Scion like this before.

I saw Isma as asking for help, but that Isma was also looking at Ashley with a face asking for help, so this would be quite a mess.

"Something's wrong, Isma."

"Yeah, Bo, I'm cool, no, in this case, it's Ashley."

Sweat that conveys sights and each other's foreheads.

With the pull of the cheeks, this degree of communication became two men at some point in time while the words had to be solved.

"Scion?"

On Ashley's third call, Theon slowly turned to Ashley.

Behind those purple eyes the flames of anger were blazing.

It was Ashley who looked at Hikaru and his eyes.

Izma chews on the side, and sighs.

Relief.

Good, not me.

As easy as I could hear that, it was easy to understand.

Ashley wondered if she had to withdraw her foreword.

This is it.

Isma is the first type to betray a man if he has to, saying his friendship or something.

But Ashley, admired by Zion, could no longer move like a frog scorned by a serpent.

Oh, and somehow I can remember it like a running light.

I must further withdraw the foreword.

Ashle saw such a Scion only once.

A ship bound for Catel Island: in the Epolar.

But then, it was declared.

Revenge.

I'll love you till I die, he said.

I'll tell you how the Princess of the Night Devil loves human knights.

At that time, Ashley thought that she would die or be welcomed into the kingdom of heaven while she lived.

"Oh, are you angry?

"Yes, sir."

"Hey, why not?

Scion breathed heavily into Ashle's dumb inquiry.

Ashle illusioned as her thorax (today) swelled and her figure grew once and for all like an angry snow leopard.

Mine, I stepped on mine.

Incidentally, landmines are bombs started by the Arab forces, especially in recent years, by the Osmadra Empire, which transmit the pits that engineers have made them dig and set them up in the basement of the walls to blow them up, the latest weapon to break this down.

When your brain starts automatically searching for that kind of pussy, no more.

"Why, ask such a thing"

With a voice that sounded from the bottom of the earth, Theon said.

Needless to say whether or not, there was almost a heavy pressure of alienation in there.

"Hey, yeah, 'cause, you see, Theon or Izma's will is... different from mine"

"Well, that's what it is. Hey, Hime, this is Ashley, you know, the will of a princess or me, with that kind of utter goodwill to respect, rather as a human being, a lot of discernment and good sense, right?

"This man - - Respecting Isma's will is not the problem!!

The atmosphere trembled with fright.

In fact, the fabric used for the inner tension vibrated and made noise.

It was a sip of Scion.

"Why, why, ask me!

After noticing tears accumulating at the edge of Zion's eyes, Ashle finally realized why Zion was angry.

But finally, at the root of that anger, Ashle told him to find the words faster and Isma to block them between them.

"I know, I know. I mean, that's it. The princess is angry at Ashley's other demeanor, isn't she? I thought you and I were friends. [M] I was wondering if you were a comrade diving through a dead place. That's right, because I'm so frustrated, this is no longer Ashley's fault"

Isma, who concludes Ashley as the bad guy but walks in between and waves like a wall, was obviously trying to shelter Ashley.

But when Ashley was distracted by something, there was an awesome clash sound, and Isma fell like a lackluster stage for a second.

Theon's thrown goblet hit him hard in the face.

It's made of pure gold, by the way. That's a lot of mass.

It is difficult to imagine the specific gravity of gold. Would it be easy to tell that the weight of a single stick is comparable to that of a five-year-old child?

If it holds three bottles, it's for every small adult.

It's hard to even lift.

So well, the picture of a thief running away with a bag of gold coins swollen on his bread is a fantasy that only exists in a tattoo painting.

He hit Izma in the face hard, which means that when he did poorly, he had as much mass as a small iron ball.

And the voice of the broken frog was leaked out of his mouth.

And Theon flew away from the scene in Shadow Crossing.

A palace with a boundary that shifts from phase to phase with respect to long-range external transfers, etc., also has no effect on Shadow Crossing, which is a short-range transfer inside.

"Sorry, Aska. We're all in, so let's move on."

Put aside, Ashle, who jumps over the table with crushed Isma and chases Zion, didn't turn around anymore.

"... that means everyone. Below Ashley, the military debate will proceed on the assumption that Lord Izma and His Royal Highness Zion and His Highness Elehimera will also participate in the war. Nice."

Aska smiled bitterly as she said it.

Not at all, I can't do it, like.

Everyone under Minister Asuka, who was confused by comparison between Ashle, who kicked the military debate lightly and followed Zion, and Isma, who spasmodically appeared to be even more salted by the mental wounds of the other day than by physical damage, and who could not fully grasp the course of things, corrected his collar by the Lord's unequivocal words.

"Oh, boy."

Aska shrugs as she turns her consciousness beyond Ashle's departing book, keeping Ele's appearance on the edge of her eyes as she embraces her cramped (convulsive) Isma.