Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Sir Harvey!!

Trao was unexpectedly shouting Norman's name.

The storm that suddenly struck the Temerario, whose identity was the Great Sea Serpent: "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

Although cold to freeze until then, the sea level, small and quiet in waves, suddenly raging wildly, highs enough to cross a two-story house.

And Trao misconstrued, at first, that it was a tornado, seeing "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" emerged as a thunderbolt running on a dark night of pitch black.

So much so that the figure was mighty and enormous, and Trao was beaten down by instinctive fear.

A second thunderlight flickered, and it was not a tornado or anything else, but a great sea serpent with an unlikely gigantic body, that is, a fearful being that led to earthquakes and tsunamis and storms, lurking in each of the seven seas, one pillar of which prevented the whole body from moving like frozen blood.

How can a human defeat something so powerful?

There's no way I can.

It can't be done.

So I gave up.

That must be the emotion, the emotion most humans have when they encounter the angry "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

But there was something to resist that desperate, overwhelming notion/notion.

A chest plate with a rock shelf mass.

The fledgling neck muscles of the blood vessels gave me a shoulder like a knot.

It was there without even a small sway, taking the wind coming pounding directly from the front.

There was nothing to cover the forged upper body, and its flesh had been countlessly damaged by spears, blades, and claws and teeth of demons.

And yet, not so much wound, the man stood.

On the battlefield.

He came back, hurt and fallen many times.

Always on the battlefield.

It is too easy to say such a title.

But Trao knows the difficulty of getting through it.

The experience of nursing wounded and sick soldiers injured in repeated wars makes that difficulty painful.

There are things that can never be healed, even if they regenerate and compensate for the missing flesh with alien powers and the latest therapeutic techniques.

That's the heart.

It's the face of the Reaper, the fear of death stained in my heart.

It's not just something that strikes me.

When you kill someone, the breath burns to the human heart.

There is no sudden terror that strikes unexpectedly, no one who cannot be touched by death.

Still, the warriors, the knights return to the battlefield.

But I don't know as many men as Norman, Trao.

Young, he lost his wife, and his own arms were eaten by the devil.

How many times has Norman gone to his place of death since he got Arman, an artifact of the Knights of Catel Hospital?

I would have returned from it.

The man now confronts even the overwhelming fear looming in front of him in "After Will" when he is a diamond.

In the protection of the artifact given instead of the lost arms, that is unlikely.

Only the courage to burn in a man's chest made it possible.

Trao did hear the sound of shagging, and Norman's arms deforming into vicious snails.

In the midst of a deafening storm and a thunderbolt.

And I saw it.

In the face of an overwhelming outrage, a dust mustard - just like himself - makes a human man laugh furiously (why not).

At the next moment, Norman kicked the boatyard and let himself dance between the rough waves.

A suicidal act? No, you're not.

Genius that allows every terrain to run through as if it were a paved road: Movement of Swiftness protected Norman.

Both the blowing storm and the heavy rain that strikes it are prevented by the wall of alien powers that activated it all.

Using both of those arms as artifacts, Trao watched as the knight diseased through the stormy sea was struck with respect and awe.

Against the menace of a desperate castle fortress that you can't even think about relative, the back of a man who dances and runs wild waves at the speed of the wind.

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Genius: The Void Stream - Norman's annihilation move to wipe out all matter in an instant.

That involves a few small tornadoes produced by "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" and hits them, versus extinguishing them.

Trao sees Norman's arms shining as if he were going to put up a light fire at a rough sea.

It was a divine fire in heaven that went down to mankind.

In a sea of pitch-black storms, tiny humans who happen to lose sight of each other can't stop trembling that mighty being - an alien bump with the angry Great Sea Serpent - is crossing more than one another.

However, the small tornado was only a traction of the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

A giant water column stretched out into the atmosphere becomes like a whip and hits Norman.

A large hammer with as many as tens of thousands of giros of mass strikes Norman relentlessly.

Norman rolls over the sea, drives, and jumps to flaunt them.

Both arms wielded while in the air wriggle the water column, wiping it away completely from the world.

In this case, it was the ability of the artifact: Arman, to erase itself from its roots the reason (proverb) that fills this realm (Realm).

But this super-attack capability, and even the super-defense capability to strike out if even the opponent's alien attack is captured within the range of effects, did not reach the point of dealing a direct blow against the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

Ashle's portable dragon spear: If it was "Shivnir," or it could have been sniping from the deck.

Norman's moves and the nature of "Arman" are at their opposite poles.

It is only by jumping into the enemy formation and creating a situation that the opponent will not be able to pull off that you will be able to do your best.

In that sense, "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" was too bad for him to be able to dive anytime across the border into a different world called the sea.

In addition, there was another reason why Norman had to hesitate to dare to assault.

That's because the onslaught by the tornadoes and water columns that strike and the huge wave walls that have already crossed the ship's height were not directed solely against Norman.

The Temerario was spared the fatal damage caused by Menace's genius ship maneuvering technique.

While wearing a large wave, it prevents it from being rolled over because Menace and the crew are desperately manipulating it to face the wave.

Under this circumstance, it was almost a miracle struggle.

Norman had to escort the ship with a leading snail at one point or another, as he did with his tip.

Norman himself knew above all that his moves and the combination of "Arman" were guerrilla abilities and not a base defensive soldier.

But still, I had to protect him.

Because behind him, the ship, the companions, the children, and, more importantly, the Maiden of the Rebirth.

It was a bonfire (kabi) for the Archbishop of Catel Island: Dashkamarie Yajas to make the ideal home of a human area where his body and mind were sacrificed.

Whatever sacrifice I made, I had to protect myself.

But we knew that the limit would eventually come as it was.

Although they manage to cross each other by maximizing Arman, the mighty Focus, the ability to manipulate the weather is too powerful.

Norman feels a fluctuation in barometric pressure behind his ear.

Precursor of a powerful widespread attack.

They're trying to create a giant tornado that swallows and crushes the ship.

All previous attacks of the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" are just this preliminary motion, Yuro.

I'm the only one who can detect that in this room right now.

Yes, Norman was sure.

What should I do? There was an instant patrol.

Norman's Artifact: "Arman" is equipped with a self-destructive move that should also be called a trump card.

Namely, The Black Will to Destroy Everything: Will of the Jet Black.

Once upon a time, in the drifting temple of Frama, Norman was prepared to wave it.

Again, because there was something to protect on its back - then there was Ashley and Iris, and Isma in Zion.

Just before the activation, it was stopped by the Prince of Osmadra: Ascaria, which would have involved his surroundings if it had been activated, leaving him with no remnants to vanish.

If he was prepared to strike, Norman had the ability to break this threat and difficulty under one blow.

Should I use it - if I had been myself before, I would have decided to use it without any hesitation.

Just for a moment, Norman distorted his lips in self-derision.

A tiny remnant of his heart was blunting Norman's resolve.

"If you have completed this sacramental service, please come with me... and live your life"

I can't even flatter her face, she's too young to flatter me.

Ironically I added that was the archbishop of Catel Island, no other: Dashkamarier himself.

Probably, when he took that offer, Norman would have looked like a pigeon hit with a walnut with a sling.

Muh, and Norman saw Dashka clouding his expression.

Shit, it was late when I thought.

"Ah, yeah, but such a cute little bitch... damn, can you do it!!

Dashka, who in an instant became reddish and self-absorbed to his ears, drank the table wine left in the barbecue water without going through the goblet.

Not even while Norman stopped.

A glimmer of exposed bright white throat led to the descent of an intense wine characteristic of Catel Island.

Then, Dashka completely emptied it on the floor, slamming it.

Squirting, and it was scattered, and the wine starch (discharge) left on the bottom polluted the floor.

"Though I am the head of the Ixist Greater sect. How much did you say our faction recognized the clergy's wifebelt? That's not an admission of impure socialization! Look, Norman, listen up!!

Drunk, fierce, or both, Dashkamarier was an awesome sword screen, and, for some reason, he fingerprinted it as he climbed the bench to escape the opposite of that sword screen.

Like a cat in a bad mood.

"Omae, uh, sheik's, get started, no, fuck you as a woman, you got it, you got it? Right?

Norman has never seen Dashka like this before.

Norman's encounter with Dashka is now more than a decade old lightly.

When we first met, she was a poor girl, and a Catel Hospital Knight = Father's squire who tracked down the woman who was Norman's wife, the Knights of Worship, as her real sister.

The next time I saw him was in that fortified city where Norman lost both arms to his wife, son, and Dashka was to lose his father, sister, and nephew.

Norman would not have lived if Dashka hadn't cut off and healed both arms, which had been exposed to the disease and rotted out, without the risk of infection to himself.

And with her, Norman leaned himself over to Catel Island.

After that, Norman, who officially became a hospital knight, went so far as to embrace Arman by virtue of his talent and unwavering efforts and drilling.

In the meantime, Dashka similarly ceded the Seraphim Filament, or Archbishop of Katel Island.

For Norman, life on Catel Island was even a day of drilling, polishing and sharpening himself.

With sweat and blood, it was a journey of mourning, grief, sorrow, spitting them out.

Not out of vengeance, but to win the future that should be entrusted to the children, Norman strongly thought of "Spindle" as a "chip" for it.

But there is something that has kept the thought away from Norman's sight.

I was informed that there was.

I received a confession from Dashkamarier just before Norman left for the exasperated former kingdom of Ignache to lead the two to Katel Island as its Holy Refuge (Azir) in order to still shelter Ashledau and Irisberda.

I've always seen just you.

Shivering like a maiden (no, it was a maiden), Dashka literally said words that were likely to burn her lips.

In that voice, which ordered the sacrament, he proclaimed his love for more than a decade.

Norman didn't refuse.

With both arms constructed of holy weapons, he confirmed Dashka.

Of course, Norman, as an Ixist: Greater priest, was ready then.

To marry her, to be her lifelong companion.

That's why I was puzzled by the offer in advance.

Of Norman, it was a decision.

However, further to the concern that the Crusaders' chances have increased and that their spearhead will go to Catel Island and the “Virgin Mary of the Rebirth”, we do not know what the event of the marriage of the lead knight and archbishop will do, and we have weighed ourselves in to speak out.

That should be left to the discretion of Dashkamarier, who is in the Archbishop position.

"Was it a play, play me?"

Norman had no idea how the conversation got stuck in this direction.

Hell, Norman doesn't know what a woman's heart is.

I'm going to do my best, but Park's lettel was never stripped off at last.

Banquet Master King: I chanted the name of Isma small in my heart.

At a time like this, what am I supposed to do, master king?

"Come on, don't touch it"

Like a bobcat who had bent his navel, Norman approached him with open arms as he waved and elucidated to Dashka, who had climbed onto the back of his bench.

Kun, and a bench with Dashka on it leaned, and it was then that he fell in.

As it was, he hit the back of the head hard - at that moment, Norman manipulated the Spindle and rebalanced the chair.

He captured Dashka, who jumped on the other hand, in his chest.

"Ha, ha, no mercy"

Grabbing Dashka's hair, which rammed, Norman mumbled roughly.

I thought they would eat my tongue off me, but what returned was a biting mouthpiece as well.

"Why do you think I treat Dashka, Omae badly, etc."

After a long mouthful, Norman said in his words as a man.

Quiet.

"Then why, why, do you reject me?

In my words as a woman...... no, Dashka said it in terms of words like the girl I met.

"Refused, etc., no"

"Well, why don't you answer me, why don't you..."

"That's what it's all about."

"I, I, have not been asked to answer!

Norman, however, did not laugh at claims like the child of Dashka, the owner of the divine force that predicts the future, its embodied Focus: Seraphim Filament.

You were, and I was finally good at it.

I slowly let Dashka go and let her sit in the chair.

I knelt before her.

A knight asks a woman to marry him.

"Dashka, Marie, please walk with me."

Tears overflowed and spilled in the eyes of the reddish Dashka.

As soon as possible, the twist lifts up crisply.

The usual, her = face as Archbishop.

"It's terrible, it's terrible, the unintentional hitting is too much, and, by and large, I'm not pretty at all, disturbed, shaking my hair!!

"Uh, indeed."

Dashka solidified into Norman's consent.

As Dashka herself put it, the figure was… dressed to look heavenly when she saw what she usually knew.

The garment is stained with wine, the hair is untied and shaken, the mouthfeel is disturbing the lipstick, the eyes are bright red with tears and drunkenness.

"Why, isn't it romantic at all! Or start over, demand to start over!!

Norman pushed Dashka down into the bench.

Oh, other than a much smaller scream, there was no resistance.

"At any rate, it will be more disturbing. We don't need to fix it," Norman was the man to show, not in words, but in deeds.

Thus they made each other their lifelong companions.

The ceremony was decided after the completion of this sacramental service.

You have to go home - don't make Dashka cry.

Do not tragically trample on the wishes of your daughter, who has waited for more than a decade.

The idea was to stop the reckless assault by playing Norman.

That moment was important.

"Wait."

Suddenly, the light filled the pitch-black world as if the light of the sun had shined upon it.

Norman showered that light on his back.

That light, which had arisen in a very low-temperature pitch-black world that would have caused a heart mahi in an instant if it had sunk in the sea, warmed me not only to the flesh of Norman, but also to my heart, like the warmth of a fireplace on a frozen day.

Without looking back, Norman can mention the name of the Lord of that light.

Illis.

Irisberda Lachmaison - Mother of the Redeemer.