Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Then, at the end of the day, was I called?"

I knocked through the thick captain's office door and it was surprisingly Nishimon who came into the room.

The very fact that there are women on such trading ships is, first and foremost, a very rare time.

On rare occasions, as mercenaries, and even more rarely, the Spindle Capabilities get on board, and exceptions like the Knights of Catel Hospital do, there are.

Even so, Nishimon's, which is also extraordinarily beautiful, this was too peculiar.

This beauty can be called demonic because it has a covering that covers all the hair and makes it feel that way.

"No, it's a little too much. All of a sudden I went too deep."

I didn't think you'd blame yourself for being so guilty.

Naked on her upper body, Menace, who had just worn her underwear (bottoms) so that she could scratch it on her lower back bone, greeted her with a bitter laugh.

Sort of a saggy way to weave your jacket.

But even when he stepped into a private room that combined the men's bedrooms and saw the men's half-naked eyes, the attitude of the ni monks did not shake small.

It's just that the characteristic ornaments embedded in the jalali, both wrists, and neck muscles made a noise.

"I was wondering if a Maria Teresian would rescue a lost lamb who is likely to be crushed by the consciousness of sin. I was hoping to come."

"Shivering things. Then, man, don't make a mistake in the first place (...), says Ikes."

"No, the, well, what. See, I also say that mistakes are the essence of man, and forgiveness for them is the work of the Lord and His Apostle. Both men and women saga."

Still, I can't hide my hindsight just to say. Nishimon, that's also apparently not thick and shameless enough to penetrate the arrogant shore even in front of her, a guest (Hinchaku), Menace explains as she scratches her pompous head.

"Anyway, would you close the door and lock it... Oh, my God. Poor thing, you can't be like this... you're a girl, right?

Neither did he seem to have heard Menace's explanation, but while walking over to Serra, who lay in bed, Nishimon said to him in his wake.

Every time I walk, I hear a noise.

That's because she has a foot ring (anklet) that is very similar in design to the one embedded in both wrists.

From the hem of the long skirt, sometimes it looks peeky.

"Is that a good idea, you? What's your name?"

I will lift Serra up with a tame hand and let her contain water with citrus fruit in it, from the watermark on the pillow to its mouth.

To Serra's eyes, which were as vain as broken, the light gradually returned and the focus tied.

"Ah, ah, ah,"

"Nappy. Nappy. For one thing, there's no problem."

Somewhere enlightened, empty (damn), still maintained politeness at the very least - a nigger called Maria Theresia because of those words.

Of course, my brothers, you will notice.

She is the holy knight with whom the "Apostle of the Holy Springs” is exalted and boasts of the EXTRAM Pope's Office: Giseltregia, its human being.

However, there is currently no one on this scene who has a complete grasp of who it is.

Regardless of Serra, Menace, Emperor Esperalgo, is also his partner and Ouga bloodline: even Violeta.

There's a reason for that.

In the covenant of that Holy Night, there was a reason why the Nissan, aboard this ship with the attendant samurai, could not even recognize Menace as Giseltregia.

Because Gisele as the Holy Knight had an official announcement at the Catel Island offensive late last year that she had a mental breakdown and was sent to the Abandoned Military Academy (Ambarid) as an abolitionist.

And that was true.

A detailed report and testimony from the leader of the Holy Relics Management Division, Cardinal Larnberto Scanabetski, who helped him return, corroborate that.

It should be noted that in future generations the abandoned military academy (Ambarid) and the facilities that served as a final residence for soldiers who were wounded and seriously ill in the war or were rendered defective, but in this era the meaning was different in the Extram Pope Agency.

It is, so to speak, a special quarantine ward (Asalairam).

The Holy Knights, who cross with the presence of powerful enemies, especially the Overlords, remain distressed by spiritual intrusion, pollution, or experience on too intense a battlefield in that battle.

That kind of facility for temporarily isolating them, or permanently isolating them from the secular, was what this era of abandoned military institutions (Ambarids) meant.

A closed world surrounded by nihils and squire raised only to serve those who are specially trained and sick of heart, and users with "chips" who merely kill the "spindle capable" who lack the balance of those spirits.

Should it be called a delicious thing, the concerned Spindle Ability had the nature of weakening as soon as the ability lost its sanity.

This was only an energy of quality that did not escape the difficult reality, but only showed the greatest increase when we stopped and fought.

It follows that the manifestation of "will" refers to this characteristic.

As soon as (once) by madness, that is, by letting it break, we have obtained an absolution mark that it does not have to be relative to reality, it weakens.

On the contrary, even if it is madness, depending on its quality, the Spindle is maintained, but it is also a different story.

Anyway, there, Gisele was indeed imprisoned.

No longer, without the Pope's permission, will we ever be able to return to this world with a strict seal.

In other words, officially Gisele as a social being, is dead.

For the record, the marriage to the current head of the Balaje family: Ashledau was also destroyed.

The truth that she did not believe, that she was present at that supper of the Holy Night, and that now, as special envoy of the Pope Extram, she was aboard, etc., and that her former boss, the Cardinal: Larnberto, was not to be made Emperor Esperalgo, not even Menace, the current captain of the Teramerio, was unthinkable.

Well, as for the mystery of the biggest secretary, "why can a heartbreaker behave like this as an ordinary person"?

"Come on, you, are you hungry? Yes, Serafina. Tell me why. Confess unto me that sin which reproaches thee.

However, her voice was void, as Tsujitsu would fit if she thought so.

Besides, Serra relieved herself.

Because it is vain, it accepts all sins.

It's a bottomless hole, so no one can blame you for throwing away any filth.

It is indifference that allows us to forgive all the cities.

Giselle's voice stood up for that kind of charity.

More importantly, as a devout Ixism, as a Greater Quasi-Knight who consecrates the covenant of men and women starting from marriage, for Serra, who trembles so badly that she has committed an unforgivable sin, that is what was most needed now.

I stuck.

Like a storm-frightened child would do to a used blanket.

Let that which drowns grasp him that hath gone to the rescue.

Confessions.

Ixism has a system of being forgiven for confessing sins.

It is called penance.

"Talk and see. your sins."

Gisele's words, almost automatically or even mechanically, without discouragement, resonated strongly with Serra's nearly broken heart.

Trust that you will soon forget the contents of your confession because you will never personally do so.

A human heart is a strange thing.

The closer you try to lean in, the more you are rejected.

That's the kind of emotion I have.

So Serra talks.

about his own sins and his mundane flesh.

"Fair enough. I see. You think it's getting dirty, don't you? I've never been pure again. I need to be able to go back to myself."

"Yes, because... I... have already been engraved..."

"Hmm."

Her eyes narrowed on her sleeping beard, and Gisele roared.

"Well, let's cure it"

Speaking openly but quickly, Gisele shakes up the healing powers.

"Hey, hey, mah"

Not long after the panicking Menace pressed him to rest, he exercised it when he put his hand on Serra's lower abdomen.

Guh, the "spindle" inspires, and the smell of incense used in worship stands up.

A faint phosphor emitted and Serra felt heat in her lower abdomen.

That's only every two or three seconds.

"Yes. Now we have no more serafina wounds. All things resolved."

"Eh, 'cause I don't"

"Whoever you are, you are pure."

Is there a problem? Not even a dust, Gisele says. Even against Serra's confusion, I guess it's not shaky at all, really, because she thinks that's not a big deal.

"The treatment system is ineffective and the price is silly..."

"However, to this extent, what is the difference between a single udder skin?"

This one goes back flat to the groaning Menace.

"That was reckless."

"Oh, sorry, Sister"

"No. I'm telling you, to this nuke. You won't be able to do it unless you think about it some more. You can't do this for your first time."

Giselle reprimands Menace with carelessness when she gives a glance (the best) to the frightened Selah.

"Hey, he's so cute, I mean it"

"I have to be careful with Kichin because I'm Junying, a Greater Territorian who respects purity and engagement. You know, grabbing a different place, a lot of stuff, right?

"Another"

"He's very handsome."

"Uh, I didn't realize that. Ahhh."

It was a conversation that Serra had no idea what it was about, but Gisele and Menace seemed to agree.

In the meantime, I see, and Violeta nods as impressed.

"Anyway, don't let the evidence stay. Lord Ikes is watching."

The evidence, frightened by the word Ikes, shook Selah. It is already tamed by the flesh, the kind of fear a child has towards angry parents.

"Bullshit. You have given me sincere penance, and if so, it means that Ikes has listened to you. I could also lose evidence. If you can keep a secret, no one will ever question you again."

"And, and, and, and I, I did not do the right thing."

"That's because of this motherfucker. Shit, motherfucker, did you hook up the process properly?

Menace catches the roots of her feathered shirt and Gisele looks amazing in a ni monk.

By the way, the motivation is as if you can't feel it.

"Oh, uh... well, I promised you that if even your daughter wanted to, she would be the Queen (...). You did, didn't you? You heard about Violeta, didn't you? Swear to God, I'm serious, okay?

"What? Well, then, isn't it a good problem? There is no way that our Ikes will be able to speak wild (...) until marriage is premised."

No problem. Gently asserting, Gisele looked at Serra. What are you scared of, eyes that look at strange creatures?

"I know because I used to scorch myself into a bad relationship with my boss, but it's totally safe. I'm rather jealous. Isn't it after the due process? After the engagement, right?

I'm not sure what the safe and out criteria are, but Giselle, anyway, says she wants to forgive Sera.

But the logic of the adults who have broken somewhere is different from the doctrine that Serra has believed.

It's softer, brighter, no stain, no hindsight - I've believed that kind of thing is the ideal love, and it's Serra I've been hoping to believe.

"No, I, I can't go back like this. I can't go back."

Seeing Serra become self-punishing and feed the claws into her own shoulders she held, Gisele tilted her neck as she offered her a wooden case as much as a small paint bag used by the painter to remove it from.

"I mean, you're the type who wouldn't think you'd be forgiven if you weren't punished, would you?

There is no appearance of attachment (dull) to Serra, who has been hacked and raised her face, removing the clasp and showing off the contents.

"I cannot agree with the idea that I simply want to be punished and forgiven. And I don't even know your idea that you shouldn't just (...) be forgiven"

So what do you think? Giselle goes on in pale words, without any itching.

"Let's impose a test. If you can stand it, you will never be reborn as a true purist, who will never repeat your ambiguity again. What do you say? By the way, these are the tools that the Holy Knights use to sort witches from innocent people, and to extract confessions from witches, the enemies of the demon running dogs."

How about, my sister (My Sister): Serafina.

Show us your strong "will" and prove your innocence?

To Gisele's suggestion, Serra agrees, listening to the use and meaning of those tools (...) that are shown in front of her and then shown off.

I wanted to go back.

He wants it back.

I wanted to be next to Trao and not be ashamed of myself.

I was wrong.