Sanzen no Souru Supina

The ship leads through the Gulf of Gorge to the Obsidian Sea.

Menace caught the wind and the waves well.

I guess there is something called a natural inquiry.

From that floating (hiccup) usual attitude, it worked very unimaginably.

But it was only at the beginning that the journey was well under way.

Something stood in the way of a ship heading north over the Trantrim Ocean.

It is drifting ice.

Even though the winter season is passing, temperatures in the north are still in the middle of winter.

But the amount of sunlight is definitely increasing, and that during the day, melts the ice.

As a result, the thin slices of drifting ice are flowing to the south with the power of the current and the wind.

Of course, even though it is a fine piece, its size is a few meters in the area exposed to the sea, ten times its volume and mass is in the sea.

If it's contact, it's like hitting a rock mass.

Commercial medium-sized sailboats can cause catastrophe.

It supports Menace's argument that loads should be as light as possible.

We had to proceed with caution, and time had passed.

Small States: The landscape on the coast of Trantrim is, by one thing, desolate.

In a nutshell, it is because of the history of the land that has been jettisoning and protecting the long-standing struggle against the Arab forces and the aggression from the pirates.

By the way, the fort, built by the way, had a long spear plugged in, and something like a bolt on its pointed edge, clung together a few things.

And if you look closely, it's a weathered corpse.

Warning, showing off, the end of those who were skewered alive as intimidation.

Neither Norman nor Trao knew well, but this is the Night Devil's Knight (Arte) that made him the lord of Trantrim and no longer overloaded: the technique of reign (Arte), driven by Yuga.

Ashle and Zion were also aspects of being monarchs protecting their country from invasion by external enemies, which they never saw.

From the ocean, I checked its appearance with my binoculars, and Trao deflected his face as if he had seen something with a bad chest.

"What's up?"

"It's a corpse. It's too cruel."

Norman blushed at Trao with the expression of nausea.

"Trao, a war is a struggle that sooner or later is cruel. You don't have to do it yourself, but learn how to do it. Sooner or later, Catel Island may find itself in a situation like that fort. At that time, if one show cuts off the enemy's will, there may be no hesitant hippos. No way."

To Norman's quiet words, Trao corrected his spine.

The traos are borrowed to monitor drifting ice.

No, otherwise I joined spontaneously.

This voyage does not exist in the original plan drawn up by the Knights of Catel Hospital, so to speak, an optional tour.

Knowing their identity fraud, Menace betrayed the fate of the ship and sailors on their journey at a dangerous time.

The Traos are their clients = parties.

Relax, you can't spend time in a room.

"Excuse me! You were right!

"There's no need to apologize. Trao, Omae's pointing out is the most correct sensibility as a human being. But on the battlefield, throw it away. Otherwise, you're going to die exactly. I just... I think that's something we should learn gradually. Omae is still young. By the time I was Omae's age, I couldn't help but make a young man who didn't know how to use a spear."

Martial bones but Norman is gentle.

In normal times on Catel Island, Norman is in charge of the "Focus" of his arms = the power of ruin: he is not wearing "Arman".

So in that case, the boys and girls follow in becoming Norman's limbs.

No one forced it.

of the spontaneous children, was of complete goodwill.

I mean, Norman is a child admirer.

But it must have seemed to Trao at this time that he was treated like a child.

"And Lord Ballaghe -- Ashledau was already a holy knight, even though he was only four different things from me -- accomplished so many martial arts medals that he was sanctioned by the saga. Yet I'm still a quasi-knight, and I can't handle Spindle very well. I don't even think about it, I'm weak, I'm fuzzy."

Norman's arm grabbed Trao's chest in line for a cry, which was in Focus.

"Trao, as a knight, it's good to show the virtues of humility. But don't put yourself in line to despise yourself. Omae is a warrior selected for this mission. The fact that Omae is ashamed of her powerlessness and incompetence here now is the same insult to the will and decision of those who chose Omae to send her away. Listen, Trao, listen carefully. Trusted, chosen to be here (...), that's what I mean"

The words were felt by Trao, as if he had been slapped on the cheek.

What did I do?

That kind of regret first sprang up, and then I realized that I was told not to give in to that thought.

"I will never line up crying again!

That's how Norman smiled at Trao, desperately stretching his spine as he disciplined his trembling knee with will.

How can this kind of people-loving smile come from that grim regular look?

It is not rumination that kindness appears.

"Trao, the other way around. I don't mind crying. But never lose sight of what needs to be done. Millions of crying words are also forgiven for a single achievement. Human beings are not complete. It can't be complete. So you can run. Rather, if you have identified a battlefield, run aggressively. Except that when we really should fight, we don't run anymore."

"Knight: Norman, I don't care if you're here... May I?"

"Fine."

"Sir Balaje too......, after all, is it the same?

On that question, Burton roared, um.

"As far as I know, that guy's always bothered. Crying and confessing all the time. I can't wait to get out of here. It's mostly about women, but..."

Pu, and trao blew out. Norman laughs too.

"But not on the battlefield. Never show the back. A man who embodies what a knight is with his actions and his back."

I have nothing more to say from my mouth, Norman said.

"To pick up the man, we're going. And then ask him."

It seemed like a Norman, a masculine tale of the Religious Knights.

Yes, Trao replies.

Imagine Ashley worrying about a woman relationship and feeling saved.

Trao has only seen it in the distance, but a man named Ashledau says he is even admired by the Princess of the Night Devil.

Moreover, it is said to be a relationship approved by the Virgin Mary: Illisberda.

But in that way, Norman told me that a man named Ashledau can be terribly troubled by his ethics and morality.

The back of a man who thought he was on the cloud was suddenly felt close to him.

It's the same person.

Perhaps he'll understand the problems he's having right now.

If we could see each other again, let's talk about it, Trao thought.

Serra is blamed for shame and guilt with no escape and for the love affair that drives her insane.

Since that day, without a day and between, Serra visits Menace.

Menace did not impose one thing that day, except that she planted a romance.

It was Serra who lost the thought of carnal desire and romance.

It was Serra who made the decisive plea.

Menace responded accordingly.

Between the bundles, when the flames burning inside her were far away, Serra, who sanely returned on the bed, blued, moved and trembled.

To what I have done, and that I had already been struck with a double or triple engraving.

One is Menace's Genius: A Spear of Love struck deep over and over again by Silent Sobbing.

One is a trial carried by a ni monk named Maria Teresia.

And the last one was the branding that if you accept Menace's offer of marriage, you will betray your companions, all of your life so far, and if you do not accept it, it is a devout Ixian, but therefore, you must plead guilty.

In time, Menace did not ask for one thing, and sent Serra out of her chamber.

I didn't even stop talking about who I was.

I heard it in my dreams while being burned by smoking love fire all over my body, even about the plan.

When I arrived back in my room, the words that came out in front of everyone leading Serra were:

"All of a sudden, I had a terrible seasickness, and, uh, Mr. Menace and Mr. Violeta, I got a hug. Stay put, I fell asleep in bed... sorry. Thank you for your concern."

Even so, such lies poured out of my mouth.

Sorry for the facade that leaked a sigh of relief, Serra escaped into the back of the book to escape.

Guilt has prevented me from standing in front of everyone.

But more than that, the remnants of last night's acts that linger all over my body blamed Serra all the time.

More importantly, there is the trial imposed on that ni monk: Maria Teresia-Gisele.

Experience hit me like a flashback and my flesh shook regardless of my will.

And then the mind began to lack equilibrium.

False love and the fact that I accepted Menace without resisting it.

That has ironically made the love for Trao, which I have been holding back, much more vivid and brutally more prominent.

I wanted Trao to do this, and I knew it.

I love you, I love you, I can't help it.

And only then, Trao is sweet.

"Serra, do you have a minute? Um, you know, I'm sorry. I don't know, I, you're doing something to hurt Omae's feelings. You've been doing it."

From across the book, Trao called out.

Norman and Burton are helping with the watch.

Even for different reasons, I guess it made me feel better for the two of them who were wearing out.

"I was bad for not noticing Omae's attitude yesterday. - Forgive me."

My chest was about to crumble.

I felt the pain of being cut off.

I'm sure Serra would have welcomed and confessed Trao to this side of the book right now, if she'd been in the mood until yesterday.

Love from children.

I've only seen you the whole time, he said.

But already, that was an impossible option.

It was a crushed dream - love.

"Can we go that way? Um... I want to see Omae's face."

An unbearable tear spilled.

"Dame."

That was all I said. If I met Trao right now, I wouldn't know what I was going to do, flirting with love, impeccability, and irresistible love.

I just knew that when that happened, the decisive breakdown, and ruin, was what I was waiting for.

More importantly, Serra's flesh is now subject to the trials of Nishimon: Maria Theresia.

That is incontrovertible, conclusive evidence.

"Well, just a glance, show me your face"

Why, why, I never told you that before.

Why, for now, for now.

Serra bit the pillow, killed her voice and cried.

Then I finally said it back.

"Not now, no. Because you look terrible."

"... well, okay"

It was a lie.

I couldn't wait to see you.

I couldn't wait for you to hug me.

I wanted to say love and give everything.

I couldn't.

Instead, Serra was running to Menace with the moment Trao vacated the room to help her watch.

And that makes Serra's routine.

Serra lost.

When I lost the imposed trial, what I felt was a cunning relief, along with that feeling of falling everywhere.

"What are you doing here?

That's what Menace asks when she decides.

In a connected manner, checking nautical charts and routes, keeping a log, and exchanging reports and consultations from the Deputy Director.

I thought you shouldn't come here anymore, in that tone.

"Oh, you know what I mean."

The deputy chief ordered to leave the room rushed out to lock the door and shrugged his shoulder to show Serra, who hurried in and said, Menace is refreshed.

"I'm busy. We have to keep the ship safe. If it's a mystery, can you do it again?

Oh, my God, and Serra is going to be so high.

It was you who did this to me, and that kind of anger almost burst out of my mouth.

"If you have something to say, just do it. If not, get back in the cabin or help me keep an eye on him. That way alone, the rotation can be vacated. This is not a peaceful Farouche sea. A moment of alarm brings total annihilation."

I don't think anything about Omae.

Seemed to say so, Serra again tasted the pain of being trampled on with a cold sole.

Unwilling, his knees trembled, and his eyes darkened with feelings like the end of the world had come.

It's frightening to be hated, but to be cold.

"Tell me what you need."

The clerical words stood in my chest.

"I want you."

They caught up, and Serra finally said.

It was the limit.

The trials that remain imposed blame the flesh and mind.

"Isn't that something you shouldn't do? We're enemies, aren't we?

Besides, Menace said.

"I haven't heard back from the proposal yet. It's a disloyalty not to be allowed to overlap your skin even though it's not."

I guess so.

To Menace, who inquires, Serra understood the rules.

This is a tutorial.

Break and disparage Serra's heart.

A manipulative manipulation of the human mind.

But I know, but no, because I know, Serra can't get out of it.

"Do you take the proposal?

"Oh, no, I can't do that."

"Right, that's betrayal to your people. Then you won't have to go back to your room. We have to forget about yesterday."

"Wow, you made it unforgettable!!

"In other words?"

"I mean... to you, let me, let me"

"Duty to love? No marriage? Isn't that something you shouldn't do?

Damn, and Serra bit her lip.

The meat is irrevocably soaked.

An instinct that has begun to ravage draws the reins of reason.

Gone, bumped into each body.

Serra made a snail that could be held by Menace forcefully.

"I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you"

Crying and saying, but Selah seeks Menace in action.

"You're a bad girl, Serra. So you lost the trial, too?

After so much decisive action, Menace finally responds.

I will hold Serra and free her from the trials (...), which are decisive evidence of defeat.

"She shouldn't be."

So whispered, Serra trembles.

"Admit it?

"Yes, sir"

dull, and Menace laughs wildly.

Blame your heart, your flesh will help you.

I will save Serra's predicament.

Thus, every time Serra overlaps the Ense, she is carefully trampled on her heart and faith.

He's a bad boy, and he gets tamed.

Many, many very unspoken secrets will be made.

And while I know all this is a plan, I can't stop being dependent.

It's not an alien, it's a man named Menace's charisma - the dark side of people's hearts.

This is the "Dark Force" that teaches and uses humans as pawns.

"Hiraki" can only be earned by those who are completely free from the curse of goodness.

The darkness, which no one can talk to, increases in intensity in the sera.