Sanzen no Souru Supina

"I was here."

wrapped in complete darkness and climbing through the cold winds to the dome heavens, Ashle said.

Even though it fell out during the harsh winter months, it's very cold at night.

At such heights, it would be unnecessary without a shield.

A beautiful full moon is floating in a cloudless sky.

The fact that the full moon is only hitting Jomtien means that in Jiraf Haza, which belongs to the northern hemisphere, it is just the time for the sun to change.

The military council was started after dinner and would have talked a long time before I realised it.

If it's that important, it's the only way.

Anyway, it hasn't been as long since I was so bored (Monchaku).

Genius used by Theon: "Shadow Crossing" is a nocturnal demon-specific method of travel that jumps distance and obstacles.

Since Jihlaf Haza here is outside the Closed Corridor, multiple-use is also a dangerous move.

The amount of compensation also jumps, and the rotational axis of the "spindle" tends to become unstable, increasing the risk of major accidents.

I wonder how it came to mind that Scion, who is familiar with it, used it anyway.

Even before, on the sea of the Farouche Sea, in the Epolar, there were occasions like this.

I guess it's Zion's emergency avoidance method when his emotions are about to explode.

In contrast, it was evidence that Ashley, who was confined to physical means of travel, had made it to this dome in such a short time, almost without hesitation, to aim here.

"Why, okay"

"Because this was the first place in this city where you could get moonlight without being blocked by anything"

Sion's eyes narrowed as he looked down at Ashley, who answered.

"... Oh, my God, I want to say something romantic, but no, Theon. One is that the link via my heart that I share with you is stronger. also one......"

Ashle climbed to the edge of the dome and glanced up at Zion from the bottom, glancing at his left forearm.

No such thing should have existed anywhere until then, but an open snail scroll just happens to appear.

Abominable human modifier: "Jagri Jagra".

The device that controls it: the dragon skin scroll.

Originally all thirteen devices were to be stored here, waiting for the life of the Lord.

Because of the unprecedented problem of Sion's flesh and the adhesion of its device groups, Jagri Jagra, which is now not functional, also has an interdimensional storage capability similar to the Night Devil's Shadow Cloak.

Until now, inconvenience has occurred because the scrolling of the dragon skin, which is the control device, has been separated from the part of the instrument that actually performs the modification.

Ashley officially gave it to him from Ele, and he made it his own, so this kind of operation was possible.

It is also because of this that Zion could not hesitate to use Shadow Crossing.

"Jagri Jagra" will no longer run wild unless Ashley orders it.

In a nutshell, it stabilized.

"Now I know where you are. No problem if it's at least about 10,000 meters away. And... I think I can operate it remotely."

Ashle did not mention it in more detail than that.

Because he seemed to treat Zion like a possession and he seemed too rude.

I can't turn off the hindsight.

So I scroll the dragon skin.

It disappeared as it rolled and melted away in Ashle's arms.

"It's like a special toy for me right now."

Zion asks what it is like to be a gibberish.

That speaks of the backwardness that Ashle just held.

How does it feel to enslave the Princess of the Night Devil?

Zion's purple eyes glowed over the moon's back, asking so.

"I told you - Theon. You're my only territory. Even possessions."

Without being timid by that gaze, Ashley said back.

Naturally, it presupposes giving yourself that life to Zion.

A territory is a territory. A local territory is its own roots (roots), as the backbone of man, the foundation.

So you deserve to risk your life to protect it.

Who would risk their lives for something that isn't?

No, Ashley thinks that's the only proverb to which humans devote their lives to the uncluttered thing called the state.

In fact, Ashley, if for Zion, would move into action without even thinking about it.

For all things, without hesitation.

That's what Ashley said.

Moments, as a strong wind blew, Ashle illusioned.

Oops.

Ashley didn't get a good idea of what happened around it.

There was a sound of fabric flickering in the wind.

And Theon's silhouette is big, and no, it's approaching.

I jumped in, and the moment I thought, there was a sigh of Scion in my chest.

Goura, and Ashley couldn't kill the shock, and fell from the edge of the dome downstairs, and thirty meters gently fell to the ground.

But he was almost reflexively inspiring alien powers.

A powerful alien that even replaces walls and waters with scaffolding: Movement of Swiftness.

That's something Asuka has just given me and I've finally been able to use it these days.

Whether it is an overhanging wall, even on the water, the great ability that can be scaffolded if there is more density and specific gravity than the atmosphere can be a powerful trump card over all weapons, depending on the occasion.

It is also said that if you become a master, clouds can even be scaffolded in an instant.

With his feet on the wall, Ashle twirled and spun.

Hold Zion and dance like a dance.

Theon, it's not safe.

"Say it again, say it again"

Ignoring Ashley, who praises Zion's overly reckless behavior, the Princess of the Night Devil has recruited him.

Again? For a moment about something like that, Ashley loses sight of what it is.

Then I thought to myself.

Theon, you belong to me.

"More, stronger"

said in a resolute tone.

Ashle put her strength on the arm holding Zion, pushing that face against his chest to do it again.

Strong enough to think that it will break.

But yet, all I can feel from Scion is the rarity of more.

So Ashley looks for the strongest words she can have right now.

Speak up, tell.

"Omae belongs to me."

"─ That's right. I belong to Ashley. Totally, all until this body is burned to ashes one day."

Ashle remembers strange chest highs in the wonder that words that are supposed to trample on human dignity if followed only literally are most greedy and pleaded for (cancer) by some opponents.

The human mind must not have been able to distinguish between right and wrong, and so on.

Just as this world cannot be divided by just two criteria.

That's why "And yet," Theon says to Ashley like that.

"Yet, yet! Why... why do you say such hideous meanness that what I do is my freedom (...), etc!

So much so Ashley finally fully understood that awesome wrath of Zion.

At the same time of understanding, my chest was tightened by my irresistible love.

"If you decide to go, I will go too. Look, it has to be (...)"

Theon said to get acquainted.

You must have been seriously angry.

There are even tears in the eye butt.

Ashle hugs Zion even harder.

I was held back equally hard. I felt a hot temperature.

"I'm sorry. I was. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, if that's what you think, order me. Strong and irreversible..."

Until then, he raised the face he had buried in his chest, and shook Ashle's face, and Theon said.

"Jagri Jagra" emerges from the flesh of Zion with the sound of Rororo.

Like a dauntless soldier waiting for the king's word.

The tool itself, which is a sword and a spear, aligns itself and offers a weapon for the Lord who goes on a ride.

Scion groans small.

For I, and I, and the herds of tools that plead with me to use, will touch Ashley's hand.

Use it.

Conquer.

Give me the king's testimony.

The main culprit Ele, who stuck this tool (focus) into Zion, said.

Apologize for your disrespect, even if you're scared, after actually standing up for yourself.

This means that this tool can no longer be returned to the ink tip.

Therefore, sooner or later, the ink will run out.

That way Zion would escape the ordained fate of this abominable demon.

But no one knows when that is.

To this end, how much on earth should I rewrite Scion?

How much humiliation, mausoleum and cruelty should I ask this dear princess?

Believe in the day to come, how long?

Should I continue sculpting beyond the tens, tens or billions of nights?

Even if it is ahead of others, can you undertake it?

At the end of the infinite moment, he said he had made it.

However, in your own responsibility and love, do you subordinate this woman?

Treat it as a toy, as a possession, and as if it were just one territory - no, as a land, as a land.

That's what he's asking, Ashle realised clearly.

And the supremecall awakened by the hordes of tools drives Scion like a girl trembling in her first encounter.

Zion no longer has the technique to resist the urge and exaltation to thrust and move his whole body when he is not wearing the "Astellas", the Grand Duke's crown of the Night Devil.

Like the hooves of the mares running through the meadows, the heartbeat and emotions deviate (ha).

Because the flesh, the mind, and the "Jagri Jagra" that has already healed itself and bitten the flesh and bone await Ashle's words and actions.

If you don't order me to be a kitten.

I need you to show me clarity.

Thorough, decisive robbery, if you don't do it.

Deprivation of liberty and dignity.

Otherwise, Sion thinks it's crazy.

"Okay."

Ashle said as she looked at the full moon in Zion's deep purple eyes.

"It's an order, Theon. Come with me... to save Yugadir's soul."

So Theon responds with a blush to Ashley's unspeakable orders.

Just one thing.

"Say that from the beginning - idiot".

I say it with great pleasure.

Even the sweet bite, the ashle, is done.

Not once or twice, no.

Ashle, on the other hand, on the side of the command, was, from the lighting, badly perspiring.

Sweetbitten, mouthed - somehow, the secrets of Scion, usually only shown in a deep place, wolf at the fact that it takes place outdoors.

Even though it was Ashley herself who affirmed that it belonged to her more recently.

I see, the revenge of the Princess of the Night Devil (...) can't be a glimmer.

Those who impose intense self-control on themselves ask their own leaders as well.

The king's vessel catches only the king's vessel.

The reason is, somehow, I know.

But what a day to get used to such a thrill?

I think so. The moon lit up Ashley's head diagonally.