Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Twenty-sixth Night: Sunset Emperor/Knight of Eternal Robbery

Trantrim, a small nation, falling into the Closed Corridor.

The moment I heard the words, the gutters, and the men took their seats simultaneously.

Trao, Menace, and even Norman.

Burton was the only one who didn't respond with a man.

Even the woman, Serra, was about to rise and was stopped by Burton under her desk.

I see, and once again, Luca nodded.

"Closed Corridors" - any reactions to this word. Researchers such as the ruling class, the Spindle Capable, or academics. Many of the people recognize the threat, beginning with its manifestation. Paradoxically speaking, if that threat was a secret one, I wouldn't notice it or think about it. No... "

Is it right that you can't even think about it?

Everyone on the spot hallucinated the sound of a decisive wedge punching in.

"Isn't that right, my dear friend, buntline?

"Dear Emperor: Lucatius, what the hell do you want from us?

"I have always admonished myself to be a good exchanger. And I believe that my reign was… perhaps not so bad. Indeed, the national territory is following a path of shrinkage. But still, the people admire me, and I love the people, too. There's only one thing a trader wants."

"What's that?

"Survival of the State"

─ ─ That's all.

Luca's eyes narrowed to look at the honorable.

What is in its eyes was not so much the Burtons surrounding the table, but the landscape of the locality he loved.

"To do this, it is the king, the emperor, who does whatever it takes. I want to believe it is."

So, please, Bantline, I want you to tell me what your purpose is.

"Please."

Saying so quietly, Lucatius drowned his head.

After a long silence, Burton told us from his mouth that his real destination was to cross the trantrim and go to the extremely dangerous Hadari wilderness, where the monster and demon clan would tread, through the trador corridor that runs through it, to Jihlaf Haza, a relay trading city by land with the Alam world.

So even that I have to rendezvous with a fellow who's been separated.

"I see... we have a point"

The unusual weather that hit Catel Island at the end of the year and the raids by the Duchy of Geiserlon and the Knights Under the Moon of the Night Devil, plus the institutional fleet of the Pope's Office.

I also saw the pillars of the standing light.

Luca said.

"According to this, is that due to your actions?

"Or"

Perhaps so.

Barton admitted while avoiding any explicit remarks.

"If you think about it, some names come to mind"

Luca said again, looking over everyone.

No, Lucatius already knew about that.

I had a complete grasp of the name of every person on this occasion.

That being the case, there was a reason I dragged the words out of Burton's mouth to make him admit it.

For one reason.

Looking forward to a future that is yet to come.

And to be involved in that fate and to deflect it.

For that.

"Then, during this time, a letter addressed to me was delivered by the EXTRAM Pope's Office. From the new Pope of the Extraordinary Orthodox Church to our Eastern Church: the Pope of the Aganaia Orthodox Church,"

There are many divisions in Ixism. Among them, the only people recognized as Orthodox Popes are the Popes of Extram, and the two who serve as Emperors here in Heliatium and Popes on the Aghanaian Orthodox side.

Unity dynasty: thousands of years after the demise of Agantilis.

The two Islam, which were divided at that time, did not create a manifest conflict, but never became one, and came this far.

Luca pulled out the passage of the current Pope on the Orthodox side of Ikes: Verginess I's sending and giving it to him.

"Hear me, the heavenly mutations everywhere, the strangely popular, the greatly shaken, and also the heart of the folk grass that finds an end there, the birth and salvation of the“ Prophet, "“ Savior, "“ Virgin Mary ”.

Then, upon this occasion, the mischievous fluent language, and also upon the words of our Lord in heaven, and not according to the certification of our (...) earthly proxy, the Pope, who named and behaved as "prophets", “saviors" and “Virgin Mary” as if he were so, is driven by fear (just now) and deep anxiety (yuri).

As protectors of the law, we do not tolerate the bouncing of these instigators.

Therefore, I, the Extraordinary Orthodox Pope: Verginess I, express my determination to all these impersonators and instigators - or “tongues" - to come in a resolute manner.

I take the throne of the Orthodox Pope of Aganaia, Lucatius, and I want you to keep your pace. "

This is confidential, up-to-date information not yet available to the Knights of Catel Hospital.

After all, the Extram Pope's Agency was in motion.

They were forming a siege net under the water.

And what Luca told us about this decisive piece of information, a leak that would also be taken to an international agreement if it were in an official setting.

If this moment had now been detected by the EXTRAM Pope's Office, it would have been equally risky for him to have taken the immediate vernacular of hostility.

That he revealed such a secret.

This also means that Luca decided that she didn't mind in exchange for that much risk.

It sounded loud when someone swallowed the sawdust.

"With this in mind, it seems that the Extram Pope's Office is sending inquisitors everywhere. Of course, in my country, entry was refused with ease. It's natural because denominations are different. I just gave this back. We will deal with this phase with our own system and methods."

"Unique institutions and methods, what?

Burton asked.

"It's my own way of identifying the cancer."

Eastern Church: The Pope of the Aganaia Orthodox Church.

As another “proxy of God”.

Burton could see the suzi of the story.

Today, you will enter the port, and the reason you were invited to your private residence.

How could it have been detected until that exact date and time was unknown, but a man named Lucatius feared that the eyes of humans other than himself would reveal the tendency of the Burtons to become the Knights of Catel Hospital and the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth?

So both protection and house arrest were invited.

That would be the case.

"So you tried us. - And the result?

"Honestly, I don't know. I believe that the terms of“ prophet ",“ savior ",“ Virgin Mary ", and then“ saint ”- before the miracle, are first in their actions.

You see the deeds, not the words. I do not trust those who proclaim themselves' I, the saint 'with a high voice. But among those who do not, how do you judge when true sanctity was hidden?

This is nothing more than watching and judging against the trials. We just have to watch the revelation of what's holy in it. "

All I can do is accompany and help that little thing.

"And tonight, I first met people who wanted to give it a try,"

Lucatius was smiling.

This is a serious statement.

Because it was a word that the Pope of the Aganaia Orthodox Church, who bisects the Ixist world, could take the affirmation that, depending on his deeds, the flag of the Knights of the Catel Hospital = "Virgin Mary of the Rebirth": certifying Irisberda.

I said I wanted to keep an eye on you.

"Come on, let's keep eating"

Having finished telling them what to tell them, Lucatius urged everyone to return to their meals.

The dish will get cold because of it, he said.

Then, I would recommend the ship for the journey, he added.

"Of course, I will undertake that arrangement. In secret, through the Gulf of Gorge, to the Obsidian Sea. The northern end is still covered in drifting ice, but head north to the critical point to enter the Trador Corridor from the side of the Alam area and aim for the relay city: Jihlaf Haza"

I can do it, with a little help.

Lucatius whispers.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Menace interrupted the round-up.

Naturally.

The Knights of Catel Hospital and Luca don't know what Menace is talking about, either, because the key part remains hidden.

"I mean, this sort of thing, old Burton. Are you saying you're not really a wine maker?

"I'm sorry. As you pointed out. Menace, I imitated you to deceive me. It's not for me to apologize, but I want you to apologize."

Immediately Burton stood up and drowned his head deeply.

"And for lack of gratitude, we cannot tell you who you are now."

"... you think it's a dream, forget it?

Finishing his apology, he glanced into Burton's eyes with his head up, Menace said.

To my surprise, it was sadness - no, it was loneliness - that was floating in Menace's face, which should have allowed him to be angry.

"Sure. I'm just a captain, and I already have a full fare. The contract has been fulfilled, and I'm not making any noise about cheating. Besides, history proves what happens to ordinary people who get their feet stuck badly."

"I don't know what to say about the merchandise that remains in the harbor, but I'd be delighted if you would accept my disrespectful apology."

Menace sighed heavily at Burton's belly bracketed attitude.

It's not anger.

There was a wailing sound there.

"That's it, there's just something to get you guys on this dangerous journey. You say the people you should meet in Ziraf Haza are worth their lives."

In response to Menace's inquiry, Barton did not answer with his gaze in place.

But in a way, the men who have dived through the training grounds of their lives, I guess that's all they had to go through.

"Okay."

It was Menace who broke it.

Put your hips down in the seat somewhere.

Then I said as I gave you my left hand.

"But hey, I guess the ship's in there, huh? Then I'll get the ship out. Why don't we ask His Majesty the Emperor to buy it all out right now? Of course, at this point, right? You don't mind, do you, Your Majesty?

If you want to cross a sea of drifting ice, the ship should be lighter. A drifting ice is much bigger under the water and out of sight. With a heavy load on my stomach, then I'm going to sit on the reef. "

In the face of Burton, and the Knights of Cathel Hospital, Menace said blurring to hide the lights.

"Of course, you don't have to pry into who you are. There's no point in saying anything else about this. I just... I got interested. It's important, isn't it? I'm interested in the people you're looking for. Oh, my God, stop looking at me like I'm an idiot.

Oh, yeah, I'm an idiot, I am. But it's a sex thing. I can't stop. "

Besides, even if you rendezvous with your people, you'll have a boat to return to - if you believe our dear Luca, we can't use the land route for the time being.

I mean, if we could monopolize this route. Oh, isn't that going to be a little funny?

Burtons' gaze softened as he directed the lighting towards Menace, who tried to bite him to death with ambition and an invincible grin.

The catfish differently, the knights may have found empathy in the life of a man trying to penetrate his beliefs.

Only Illis, however, smiled as if he believed in the accomplishment of things from the beginning.

"Apparently, you're kidding."

Big violeta sighs on Menace's line trying to occupy the place.

Oh, man, I've got another bad habit - it sounded like I was going to hear such stupidity.

It was not until the day had changed that a row drank up the meal, the sweets and cheeses behaved afterwards, and the sweet wine that Burton and the others had brought with them, and returned to their private rooms, which were appreciated by each of them.

Only Lucatius, who ordered the servants who had finished their work to rest first, kept his body in the chair provided in front of the fireplace, which still lit red, slowly slowing down the distilled liquor.

Lucatius felt as if signs of something had arisen in the darkness obsessed with him indoors.

The gaze of something, you may say.

The only source of light indoors is the fireplace flame.

Heavy rains, stormy nights, it is also midnight.

Various doors are closed and the mansion is approaching unlimited solid darkness.

There, only signs of neglect had arisen.

Eyes.

A pair.

That's it, staring at Lucatius.

"My friend, are you glad that was it?"

Towards that sign, Lucatius said away.

"Thank you for your hard work, old friend."

Darkness responded.

No, that wasn't darkness.

Shit, and the darkness of it rose, and a knight of pure white was revealed from the inside of a pitch-black book.

It was clustered in white armor like the remains washed by the waves.

The cloak covered that armor reminiscent of the bat's coating.

And even so, its armor did not rub and squeal on its knight's steps, nor did the floorboards that were supposed to be accepting the weight of armor and flesh give rise to a smudge.

"Yugadhir, if you didn't have to work so hard, would you have lived up to it?

But to the strange knight who suddenly appeared indoors, Lucatius called without looking like he had moved.

I called the name.

And the pure white knight responds.

Or, naturally.

"Dear Luca, with what you have warned them, they will choose to sail. As a result, no one will doubt you because it has become a voyage to Trantrim. If they had been halfway learned on the road that the trantrim was turning into a 'closed corridor', they would surely have taken action.

Besides, that catel hospital knight: Norman and his Focus: Arman is a pain in the ass. How can you not regenerate with the demon at night if you are made to extinguish your flesh in one foot? In some cases there was even the possibility of a frontal confrontation. We must avoid that. It was a necessary procedure to manipulate destiny, select only the “Virgin Mary of Rebirth” from that line, and invite her to our land. "

"Dear Yuga - What can I fear from you who have already fulfilled your sublimation (Ascension) to Overlord by making you King of the Night Devil?

"Fear never stops. The clashes between the Crusaders and the Arab forces around Osmadra trying to intercept them, our nation is about to be made at the crossroads. Are we going to ravage our country with war? This is where you crush the grief of the Blood Monetary Co-Prosperity Zone."

I didn't feel any emotional discouragement in the words of the talking knight, but it was as if that in turn told the story of the strength of his determination.

But what moves an overload and an accomplished man is unlikely to be Will.

The 'twist' of many people.

The Thread poured into the presence of Yugadir as a vessel creates its strength.

That's why Lucatius XII said, as a human being who could never live in the streets of Negative.

"You've martyred to your ideals, Yugadir. Once upon a time, on a young day, you pierced a dream that spoke to me. The result is beautiful."

For a moment, the glow of youth returned to Luca's face as she returned to the tone of her youth.

Like seeing something dazzling.

But it is the light of the setting sun that peers from the clouds, and shades quickly as the last piece of the remainder thereof, and the old book descends again.

Yet this is how I praise and cling to man's life.

Mock yourself, Luca says.

"No, Luca. It was only if you were still human that they believed in you, including the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth. Besides, if you were overloaded, you wouldn't know if you were under the same twist as me?

What the "twist" pours into the vessel depends on the “snail of the heart” of those who see you as a spiritual pillar. In other words, to the hearts of the people of this country (or so), according.

At that time, we have no further idea what kind of relationship we are going to have.

"Don't you?

Yugadir's lost lips of pigment took a faint snail of laughter.

"You did. But that's why, Yugadir. Well done, I've sharpened the twist on that snail."

Appeal to the hearts of a people other than yourselves.

"That's what you say, my friend, Lucatius, you're all you've got now."

Besides, as you probably already know, there's no such thing as an overload and a "thinking mind” in this body.

"I have not thought, nor suffered, because I am the embodiment of the" Nerd "of folk grass."

"Yet you fear for the future of your country, ravaged by immense unrest, and yet you want the" Virgin Mary of the Rebirth ”"

Why, Luca asked.

"Why don't you tell me, my accomplice, why?"

"Listen, what do we do?

"For future reference, yes. Yuga. Assuming it is time for me to consolidate my determination to become an overload,"

A few seconds of silence came.

That seemed more like what I had said, somewhere, about Luca than worried about whether or not I should answer.

But still, it became an overload and a pure white knight: Yugadir put it into words.

"There are two reasons"

For one thing, of course, to ask the “Virgin Mary of the Rebirth” to walk both to reveal our sorrows to those who have dwelt in the king of the brilliant future, of the true world to come.

And the other is to shatter and complete this memories that thrust into my chest and blame me for keeping me incomplete.

Yugadir strokes his chest without a scratch.

Its chest plate, like an ivory, was stroked by a fingertip covered with thick armor and stopped just at the position of the heart.

Nowhere, such as trauma.

The wound is in Yuga's heart - a heart that can't move or shake anymore.

Yuga closes her eyes at the time of the red ball.

Amyaka, but hallucinate the uncut pain.

"Ashledau, and Theonzafil"

This word, this name, this memory - it confuses me.

"I will transcend them. Be complete. Erase this memory, those who carved it upon me, entirely from the world."

Lucatius' eyes, staring at Yugadhir who proclaims so, have a light of emotion like no good.

But it was not at last for this skilled king to let his thoughts climb to the edge of his mouth.