Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was sudden that there was an unpleasant twist in the sea, which was quiet.

"What's up?"

It was almost shortly after that that Menace, who had just woven a coat showing the captain on the upper body of the peel, spoke to the vice president who was taking the rudder.

"All of a sudden, I'm getting timed. Captain, there's something wrong with him. Until just now, there was no cloud anywhere. It was a beautiful starry sky. All of a sudden... it just seemed like the clouds were gushing around the ship."

The wind gained momentum even during such conversations between the two of them, and the ocean seemed rough.

The surface of the water, which was slightly transporting the starry sky, greyed in an instant and began to rough.

Eventually, the rain begins to mix with strong winds.

A cold, ice-mixed rain began to fall to beat.

If this rain turns into hail, further caution is needed.

Growing into an adult fist giant, it kills humans and destroys fragile building roofs.

It's no longer what we should call an offensive weapon, rather than weather.

"All of you, beat him up! He's not normal. I can't believe how rough the Obsidian Sea is this time of year, it can't be. Tell Violeta to prepare (...)!

Isaac, and the deputy chief showed understanding and rushed into the barn.

The sailors, who sensed things and popped up without having to listen to orders, became noisy on the deck.

"Bastards, get to your stations. Put the sail down! Instead of breaking it, you're gonna break it!

Loser and Menace raise their voices to the strong wind that began to blow.

"Heltman's husband, don't put women and children on the table. You just fell on the deck, you're gonna die long enough. So if I get hail or something, my head will crack open! But this could be your turn. Give me a hand!

Menace exclaimed Norman's pseudonym, who appeared visibly on the deck as he held down the rudder wheel rampaging around with horrible force.

Norman, who was called, gave him his hand, and rushed towards Menace himself.

The sailor's feet, the foot judgment on board, which is called violently rocking, are not easy to get.

That would be great if you were proficient enough to drive on a wet deck with such bad weather.

Norman showed it.

Menace glances.

"You're so... awesome."

Seeing Norman running up to the steering seat, Menace said as he moaned.

"This rough way, it's not normal"

Norman describes his findings while putting his hand on the wheel and shouldering Menace's burden.

"Do you think so too... The Knights of the Catel Hospital will say," Well, I'm pretty sure it is already. "

"You knew?

"To the Secret Service with the woman who has to get on board from Catel Island and go all the way over its pure white prosthetic hand, the Closed Corridor, and then that foot judgment, and if you don't notice now, my head is less than a hat. Stupid, who is he but a Catel Hospital Knight, Sir Harvey = Knight: Norman? Am I wrong?"

Norman only had an awesome grin on Menace's light mouth.

After acknowledging everything, "What's going to happen now," the grin was simply asking the status quo.

"I have no idea why, and I don't know... well, I'm just saying...

There was something that suddenly stood up in its white-waved sea plains, the winter sea that began to wild.

It looked like a tower to begin with.

Clouds clustered around me.

The moon and the stars are blocked by thick clouds, lightning runs through a world that has become darkness, thunderbolting to the bottom of the belly in a vision that floats white for a moment

Among the sights that seemed to me to be the end of the world, it appeared neglected.

A rainbow shining band rushes down its tower as it glows.

So the tower could be seen in this darkness and confusion.

And he also made it clear that it wasn't a tower or something.

It was a snake (...).

Huge, pounding heaven.

The cloudy objects surrounding her were only her six to twelve wings, their silhouettes.

The Great Sea Serpent- "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

The legendary Monster of the Obsidian Sea has now appeared in front of a line of eyes.

"Let the rudder go."

In a roaring rage and thunder, Norman told Menace so.

Sudden storm and pounding ice rain.

And the giant sea serpent that appeared together: Norman and Menace, who resist, in front of the eyes of "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

The harsh fate that struck them, however, could not have been the extraction or coincidence of heaven.

Yes, all of them were manipulated and set traps by human hands.

Everything stems from the conspiracy perpetrated behind a thick book of history.

"I won't accept it"

No matter how Omae's words, no, only if they are Omae's.

Said the witch, feather-woven with multiple layers of pure white thin silk bound with blue dyed strings and red coral balls.

"From the beginning, I knew you wouldn't respond to such an offer, Sidre. More than anything, you love peace and quiet."

That is how I answered the old man - the literary emperor of Vibronze: Lucatius XII, one of them.

And it was the elderly witch called Sidre who was the incarnation, no body, of the Great Sea Serpent of the Obsidian Sea: "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

The original figure of the serpent witches is thus extremely close to man.

It is only for the record that Heliomedusa: Tashtuka, once summoned by the murderer sisters of the earthspiders, their sister's side, still had a similar essence.

Emperor: To Luca's words, naturally, replies the witch nicknamed Sidre.

"As long as we do not invade ourselves, our sanctuary and the silence of the Obsidian Sea, we will not let ourselves and mankind come into our hands… because it is a promise to Omae. How can Omae tell such a story when she knows it best?"

Sidre's voice was grieving.

That echoes in the underground library during this labyrinth.

Valuable books that only exist in this world are stored there, carefully protected from dust, moisture, and erosion by paper fish (stains), here.

This Great Library: Vibronze was the foundation of an empire involving the same name.

Books that were supposedly lost during the Agantilis demise, many of humanity's crystals of knowledge, have been collected here, protected and handed down by the hands of the emperors of history.

The weight of its history reaches, indeed, thousands of years.

It was the possession of Emperor Vibronze that passed on this knowledge of mankind to future generations.

"The ship of mankind, which is also an innocent people, should be raided, and so on!

So in front of that proud guardian of knowledge = Emperor: Lucatius and what should be guarded and told = an enormous group of books, Sidre's cry was how sad.

"It is a treachery to the promise of inviolability and silence in the sanctuary! You're going to break your promise to Omae's great-grandfather, Lucatius XI!

"If we leave them alone, it won't be far away, it will be the beginning of a huge war - no, already, they are the first of its kind."

"Why can you say that! As long as Omae has such powers as Chihira, which foresees the future!

"Sidre, you are absolutely right in pointing that out. I am incompetent. I'm not blessed with" spindle "abilities, nor am I born with a supernatural" chi "like you. He is such a coward that he turns over his wife, who pleads not to part, to an enemy country and redeems her peace of mind. But this is all I can't overlook. The future is a woven fabric spinning from the past. They, the Knights of Catel Hospital, are advancing a terrible plan.“ The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth ”─ We are plotting to set up an Illisberda and make this world the kingdom of heaven they believe in and sign. That's obvious, isn't it?

Luca's tone is gentle when she sees Sidre with her eyes that have met the colours of deep worry.

But the topic talked about there was too dark and swordswallowing.

"That's not all. Girl born to the Pope's Office Pope: Vergines is essentially the same. No, her ideal-- Nerd is even more harsh. I try to wipe away all sorts of filth and filth from this world, create a world as clean and pure and white as freshly grated sheets, and flat everywhere. the visitor and the complete world where the only other concept exists."

Plus, Luca told him.

"That's not the only threat that's looming in this world right now. The Osmadra Empire looming from the east, its emperor: Osmahim, is already stopping being a human. The abominable artifact held by the true knight's maidens, Focus = Sacred Cabinet, which replaces humans from their backbone, is about to be reincarnated by Arc, a bucket of things named the ideals of the true knight's maidens. In other words, it seeks to make the concept of hero the supreme, the spirituality that spits otherwise, the norm that does not tolerate the presence of the weak, manifest itself in this world as the kingdom of reality."

I mean, Luca concludes.

"They - the Ascensioned Transcendent: Forgive the thoughts of the mighty overlords as they are, and the petty peace that has been gained by our vibronze, the sanctuary of your serpent clan, and, my friend: the“ monetary co-prosperity of blood ”of Yugadir - forgive and give way to each other will be shattered. It will crumble between their mighty" Hiragana "and" Nerd "collisions."

They, Overlord, have no mercy.

the embodiment of pure ideals, but therefore.

It's just a trap to be removed: a shaking heart for them, the kindness of the heart that empathizes with others.

I can't leave it alone.

Sidre sniffed out old and desperate beyond concealment in the words of Luca, who was only kind.

Cucumbers, and the back of my chest narrows.

I want to hold this man and heal him with my own fever right now.

To the urge to warm that frozen heart.

That's why Sidre says.

Harsh.

"The future, even if you can guess, is not absolute. Let's build a world in which each other can hold hands, that tomorrow - wasn't it Omae who touched my heart when he said so! That is why I answered. Because I was an Omae who tried to realize my ideals with words, letters and dialogue, not with a fleeting solution by alien powers, but with reason and gratitude!

Then the voice wore the colour of the barrage.

"Who, among the Omaes, raised such a suspicious demon! How can you say that! How can Omae know the thoughts of the mighty kings and Virgin Marys of the ideal proxies who are disturbed all over the world!

How a skillful diplomat, a skill in gathering information, is that not the delusion that grew up in Omae?

That's what Sidre said.

To that objection, what Luca floated was a quiet laugh of self-derision.

"Hey, Luca, isn't it?

Sidre was relieved by Luca's floating expression.

I didn't realize I was misinterpreting the meaning of that laugh.

Because I'm sure Luca would have believed you'd understand.

But it wasn't.

"Sidre, I have been hiding from you. No, this is what the emperors of history have been hiding from this world."

"Hidden? What you've been hiding? Do I have an Omae?

I don't know what you're talking about, Sidre said.

This serpent witch trusted Luca so much.

To Sidre Luca turns her back and proceeds with her steps.

Ahead, there was a giant bookshelf and a book erected there.

Big out of digit, that's enough to snuggle the back length of a human together.

Huge book pages are accompanied by legs that hold down all directions, and lighting that hits soft light at the top of the center.

No, I found that the apparatus was a sculpture of a woman of beauty if I looked closely, and if I realized that was the case, the auxiliary legs holding down all sides of the page were also women's hands and feet.

If you look closely, countless hands and feet hold the page from the back of that bookshelf, aiding the reader, saying it's such an instrument.

And even stranger, Sidre noticed.

Two thirds of the right page of the book, which was open to the left and right, was blank, and there was a bug crawling over it.

Stopped Luca said looking at it like that.

"How do you know so accurately what's happening around the world and what's going on?

To the talking Luca, Sidre can't turn her gaze.

My gaze is nailed to that page.

Because Sidre found out.

The identity of what crawls over that page.

It's a letter.

When his ears were clear, he heard the sound of the calluses and the inscriptions of the letters, the breath from which the description was born.

Bluffing, Sidre trembled.

that trembles her, the great sea serpent,

It wasn't fear, it was anger, it was disgust.

"Overload"

In an instant, Sidre understood everything.

This bookshelf and book are not just objects.

Alive.

Living books.

It's also the transcendent with the mighty "Chichi": overload.

"Vibro Valeri, my first accomplice in our empire."

You're late for the introduction, Luca said.

The thought of an apology put on that word did not even reach the present Sidre.

"Stupid! Why, Luca, why did you make a deal! The Overlords are transcendents, mercy and so on. Isn't that what Omae herself just said! How can it be beyond the control of mankind? Even then, there is eventually a definite ruin ahead of us. When, since when!

Flirted by anger and disgust, and a clear fondness for Luca, Sidre shouted in an upset voice.

"Since when, it's hard. Perhaps ever since this empire was built. If I am, then I met you, fell in love, told you my thoughts, and exchanged love, and then..."

"Stop it, Luca, please. Do anything. Do anything. So cut your hands off with him. Otherwise, it's a big deal - they're the embodiment of extreme ideals. If we continue to deal with it, one day humans will break it. Because man, man, mankind… we cannot live like ideals. 'Cause you can't do what's ideal."

Sidre knelt under Luca's feet and took it and said.

With tears, shake your hair.

But Luca, the old man, did not waver.

Just sending a pitiful gaze to Sidre.

Let an adult man be kind to a crying girl, knowing that she doesn't understand.

"Sidre, this is the destiny laid down in the emperor's bloodline from the moment my Vibronze empire inherited its legacy from the unified dynasty: Agantilis and became its protector. You took over what you called a breakdown, a breakdown, and we came this far. I am not the only one who can escape its shackles."

Luca said as she turned her back on Sidre and looked through the description that continues to be written at this moment as well.

"Here are written the facts of being, which I want to know, affixed with a" twist "and a" sign "of alien power. The facts of the action are objectively written down. I can stay here and view the history of the world's dignitaries' actions without exception. Diplomacy and the use of ambassadors, clergy, doctors and traders to gather information on a topical basis are really necessary, but they are also disguised as camouflages to camouflage this fact."

It is thanks to her: "Vibro Valeri" that the sunset empire, unblessed by force and financial means, has so far managed to conceal its territory and the legacy to be protected.

Luca said pale.

"We, the emperors of the history of the Vibronze Empire, have done our best to preserve this empire and the library, based on her - Valerie's divine trust."

Luca's, a beautiful hand from his age, touches the overload called Valeri with a delicate touch, the transcendent, the most ancient piece of ginseng of all time that has not already kept the human snail.

Oh, and Sidre saw the sensual voice leaking from Valeri's slightly glowing lips, blurring, and the pages trembling with despair.

Slutty for reading, such an expression jumped around the back of my brain.

Depending on what you see, it looked just like a woman opening up all of her own flesh before a man.

Touch, read, and beg me to reveal it.

To look like that.

Sidre felt fiercely jealous of Melali.

Intense anger, and hatred, like being shown in front of you the encounter between the man you loved and the stranger the man has been hiding.

"Sidre, slander me as a traitor. Loving you, this is how I have continued to interact with the letters and to tour conspiracies and schemes."

I had nothing else to do but be human, with no long life, no incapacity, no mighty flesh like you.

There was no other way.

Such a cry, as many men do, but Luca did not leak a word.

It's just that I do my best to believe, and my back was talking about it.

I can't blame Sidre for such a luca.

I'm supposed to regret and resent you, but all my love recruits me.

But that's why, I said.

"Omae just needs to pierce your position and conviction. Instead, I only pierce my faith. I can't respond to Omae's request."

"It's my personal favor, may I say?

Luca's call, at best, returned to what it was back then when we first met.

For a moment, Sidre is breathtaking.

Bad, I think.

"No, no matter how much, Omae's asking, I can't hear this"

Still, I was able to reject it because of my holding as a serpent witch.

Luca laid her eyes down to be ashamed of her actions, the way she put them into Sidre's favor.

Sidre was convinced and relieved that his own decision, which he clearly refused, was correct.

Until Luca puts a stunning snake pawn holding a treasure on the platform of the giant Chez Servis, which she leaves spread out in front of the bookshelf.

"Luca?"

That's what Sidre once gave Luca, and that was part of her.

Sidre's ribs, one of them.

She herself broke, removed and sculpted her own breasts, dedicated to Luca.

At the time of the marriage, the family of serpents had a custom of dedicating part of their flesh, cut and processed, as a testament to their sincerity.

The flesh of a powerful family of serpents, like that of a dragon, if processed according to the proper procedure, can be a great jewelry, or a powerful weapon material, until it is in the gut or in the flesh.

There are so many hunting groups trying to capture snakes, even though they know it's extremely dangerous.

One unprocessed scale is a substitute for ten gold coins, ten times that if finely crafted.

If you've got one head, that's all the castle will build.

Thanks to this, even the aquatic subspecies of the lower species are subject to clandestine fishing.

It was also in this context that Sidre hated the battle and made the sanctuary absolute.

And, of course, Sidre didn't ask Luca for anything in return for what she offered.

That was supposed to be a testament to her pure love.

But what Luca felt when she put it on the board of chess was not that sweet or emotionally expensive.

The chills ran down my spine.

No, the words I tried to scream didn't sound like voices.

Instead, Sidre put her hands on the floor, forcing her to be humiliated.

I endured not to be crawled from body to body, so I was full.

What is this? - Luca replied, as if to precede such Sidre's thinking.

"" Oratorio Servis ". By placing some of the pawns that have been processed on the board here, we will put the opponent under control - the Focus."

"Bye, I guess."

"I'm not a" spindler, "you say? Yeah, but you're right. But there is no need for me to be the one who wields the" chips "of dominion. I just need to move the pawn on the board."

Luca said, he began to line up the distinctive pawns arranged next to that board.

Sidre is wary.

Realize that the power of this imposition belongs to the - Overlord - Vibro Valeri.

"Le, ca......"

"Sidre, get you to work. My empire and for the knowledge of mankind."

I can't stop crying out of Sidre's eyes.

"Focus" in front of you: "Oratorio Servis" cannot be tied to your heart.

Only flesh can manipulate.

How cruel it is, and more importantly, I can't stop thinking about Luca.

No, Luca, you can't do that.

Sidre's sad cry, however, never arrived again.

Forever.