Sanzen no Souru Supina

A strange sight of inked water being purified unfolded from behind Norman to outrun that battle.

And Norman saw that only where the light enveloped him gradually became as if it were the wild seas around him that were fiction.

Miracle.

Don't call this sight that, what the hell do you call it?

Watching looming high waves and storms get held back by its glowing spherical field and cloud-sprayed away, Norman glances at the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" in front of him without alarm.

The raging, wild sea snakes have nevertheless rolled out giant water columns, high waves, and thunderbolts (* NOTE: about lightning), but when they touched the barrier of light emitted by the United Kingdom - or even the rear light (halo) - they lost momentum as soon as possible, turning into small waves, or faint brilliances, by the time they reached beneath Norman, who guarded the front line.

"Holy, holy, holy..."

Without looking back, Norman repeated himself in awe, trying to bite the sacrament.

Now, if I look back, I'll be burned in the eye by that so great sight.

That's what I thought.

At that time, Norman, confronting the enemy with his back turned, did not know, but against the fang-stripping threat = (Sidrellasikaya da Zu), Iris, who stood just ahead of him as the guardian of the ship (figurehead), had spread his hands, his hands as if seeking contact.

As if seeking dialogue.

And Norman will see a startling reality.

Gradually, the attacks carried out are diminished… Whenever a frantic light is lost from the wrath-burning eyes of the Great Sea Serpent, the backsliding is simmered, on the contrary, it proceeds itself to the inside of the sphere of light and tries to walk away - such a reality.

No way, in front of the eyes of the Catel Hospital Knight, who is stunned and opens his eyes, but the miracle was an overwhelming reality.

Furthermore, Norman will face exactly what is astonishing.

There was a woman at the top of the head of the advancing "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

Old, beautiful woman.

Rin, you would be most right to describe it by the sound of, one witch.

The inheritance that the family of snakes is female and that the witch is going to rule the clan as chief passed the back of her brain.

So, if so, that woman must be the one incarnating herself as a human: "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

The path of the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" entering beyond the barrier to the perimeter of the ship, which has completely restored its tranquillity, and Norman, who still cannot solve the fighting posture, collide face-to-face.

Norman looked straight up at the overhead witch.

As a witch, "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" looked down at Norman with an emotionally unseemly gaze.

"Sir Harvey."

The voice, it was still from behind.

There is no longer a dispute - Norman felt that such an idea would work softly.

"This is what Iris as the Virgin Mary, no, Irisberda, is your power..."

Once again, in awe, Norman lowers his hands.

Even the small "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" drowned his head.

Is it because of the feeling, as if to thank you?

Norman watched with astonishment as "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" slipped by his side.

Then I was even more surprised that I had allowed myself to do so.

─ ─ But all I could do was drop him off.

It was, for one thing, a sight that I would only try to describe as mysterious.

Of the eleven clans of mankind and their hateful demons, which should never have been formed, such as dialogue, the said Great Sea Serpent, comparable to the dragon, has made its name heard to the countries of the coast of the Black Sea. One pillar: "Sidrellasikaya da Zu", was it ever in history, such as to face each other so calmly?

Norman doesn't even know.

I'm standing by a real miracle right now.

Don't know, kneel down, Norman prays.

At the end of the gaze Norman sends, there was a presence that emits posterior light (Hallow): Irisberda.

And even the overwhelming power (Sidrellasikaya da Zu), to its divinity, tries to come to dialogue with respect.

What is it that this is not a miracle?

Norman saw a sight unlike anything in the world, with the flesh in tune with his trembling heart intact as well.

"Iris... Virgin Mary of Our Rebirth: Lord Iris"

And among the men praying on board, there was Trao.

The appearance of Illis was sudden, so I'm glad to say it's almost... “descent”.

Those were men who were utterly void, bewildered and bewildered by the sight, but who, with him, had not made an offer, but knelt down, and began to utter the name of the Virgin Mary of Ixism: Saint Madra.

It was the crew of the tyrannical Terramerio from the captain, but its registry is the Esperalgo Empire, that is, a land of Ixists so strict that it may be said to be fundamentalist.

Often, no matter how much you behaved as a man of the sea, no, it may have been serious in your faith because you are such men of the sea.

Let them be in awe, kneel, and pray to the men of the sea, without any forethought or explanation.

To what can only be described as divine in England, Trao reiterated his unparalleled pride and the correctness of the philosophy of the Knights of Catel Hospital, which he believed in and walked with.

But some feared that the sobriety and correctness of the light could not be helped.

Serra watched the sight from the keyhole in the thick door of the captain's office.

I can't help but smell menace from all over my body wrapped up in sheets.

The room was scratched by a storm, and just like Serra's current mood, it's terrible.

Bunches of documents were scattered, ink and wine were scattered, and all items that were not fixed in the form of conditioning were bounced off and flown, rolled or broken.

The buried fire that jumped out of the furnace is still smoking (dull).

Even that night, Serra left the room and visited Menace's room.

I knew it was something I shouldn't do.

We knew that every time we lay face to face in this way, we lay guilty.

I knew I was denigrating myself to Menace's toys.

And yet, I can't stop asking.

Hardened by intense guilt and shame, that night, too, he sought Menace.

That's where I ran into a storm that seemed like it might be the end of the world.

I learned that it was caused by a monster named "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

But what that storm and the arrival of mighty outrage made Serra hold was not fear, but rather a relief similar to forgiveness, an expectation for the end that this might allow her to decide that she did not have herself.

If it fell before an overwhelming and irresistible outrage, would it wash away its own treachery and treachery at the same time?

That's what I expected.

To a sleep that never awakens, not the kingdom of heaven (or indeed), nor hell.

That's what I was hoping [Sidrellasikaya da Zu] would take me to the dark water bottom.

I was wondering if the overwhelming reality of "chips" would strike everything and return it to nothingness rather than the teaching spelled (cont 'd) in Ikes' scripture.

But Serra's later dark expectations were suddenly smashed by the clean light she plugged in.

Its Lord of Light: To the warm fluctuations and gentle brilliance of Irisberda, the men, aside, drooped their heads even the Great Sea Serpent: "Sidrellasikaya da Zu", presiding over storms, earthquakes and tsunamis, were about to show their methods of deference.

It was beautiful.

It was sober.

It came down to earth in one thing, and it was a miracle: "holy.”

It would have been natural for all things to fall down and worship her.

Among the men who pray, there was a trao looking up to Illis with a look of love and worship.

Naturally, naturally... I thought.

Irisberda is the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth.

No, you are the mother of the Savior, the light that all the people of Catel Island who suffer hard work in this world wait and desire.

Oh, and yet... how can I see and feel that one?

Misery.

that they are themselves filthy, fallen, and renounced their efforts to get out of it.

Serra was receiving a brutally sharpened sensation of pain in her lower abdomen and black emotions swirling in her stomach.

I couldn't take my eyes off the keyhole I penetrated, I couldn't close my eyelids and reject them, and I realized the "Nerd" that was in me, staring at a scene as beautiful as a story going on.

It's broken.

You screwed up... like me.

Serra's "Negative" comes true.

I don't know which one came first.

It was just a flash.

A black shadow jumped between Ilis and "Sidrellasikaya da Zu", who were already just out of touch with each other.

The only people who could capture that figure accurately were Serra and Norman, who were still at sea.

It was giant.

At first glance, a giant monkey had a silhouette.

But there was not a single piece of body hair to be found on the surface of its body; instead, armor that emitted a strange sheen that was neither metallic nor ceramic, and the countless evil-shaped blades that grew from its interior, coloured it like scales.

Demons - No, with red glowing eyes, it was the Ghost of War (Ouga), its form of combat, the Slaughter Rim, itself.

"Come on!!

It was at the same time that she shouted and Norman popped up and Serra was breathtaking in realizing her dark 'twist'.

But that Ouga blow was not directed at Illis.

Ouga, who turned himself into a giant blade to be swung down, aimed at the life of the Great Sea Serpent: Sidrellasikaya da Zu.

And whether that blow would arrive or not, at that moment, [Sidrellasikaya da Zu] moved as if awakened.

From the view of the ideal home shared by Irisberda, to awaken to reality.

Both at the speed of thunder, was.

Biuuuuu, and the hot, red flowers blossomed.

The blow, however, does not scatter the lives of the "Sidrellasikaya da Zu".

Just plundered its right half.

The surface of the flesh from the face, up and down.

Shaaaa, and "Sidrellasikaya da Zu" widened their oral cavities, from which their characteristic long fangs and tongues glanced.

My clothes are cut off and I fall off.

It was almost instantaneous that there was more and more blood from the pressed right half of the face, and the unbeatable glance of its redness recognized the world as the enemy - the dreaded "Hiraki" crushing the Temerario.

The word swept in reverse scales would have been for this time, so much destruction poured down from the heads of the hero-seekers.