Sanzen no Souru Supina

Well, time rolls back for a while.

Just as the Traos were checking the final preparations and procedures to recapture Serra.

Not yet, finally, when the sky came white.

Serafina continues to be spoiled by Emperor Esperalgo: Mercenario.

I don't know how many times I've lost my mind.

But the man's side has no sign of quitting or waning.

Each time, Serra is forced to awaken.

I offer to surrender everything, I plead (cancer), but every time I do, I get played terribly.

By the powerful ecstasy mixed chocolate to be mouthed and the enchanting alien: quiet choking (silent sobbing), neither the flesh nor the mind works at all.

Taste the pleasure of being attacked, the disconnect of your love, and the guilt of being helpless.

"The tide and the roar of the wind will echo the odd rocks, and it won't be easy to reach, but... hold on to your voice, will you? I don't know. Uh, you're gonna find out how badass Sella is, huh?

Biting her earlobes, Serra can only tremble if she says so.

"Menace, leave that about it. If I've been your opponent for a long time, I'll be broken, that girl."

"That's why. Remain halfway guilty, don't you feel sorry for me? When you break it, you break it. Er... well, only reason and shame are left behind. Er, don't let it be because you won't be able to enjoy it... That's the lady from the Knights of Catel Hospital, where chastity, ethics and morality are tapped in. - I can't resist."

I guess it's the nature (s) of finding joy in ravaging (carpeting) humanity, Menace shows her canine teeth and laughs furiously (why not already).

Violeta laughs bitterly when she finds the elements she must prepare as a king, though she is stunned by the way it is.

That is, the qualities of a mighty desire to conquer.

There is no need for public common sense in the kings of this world.

Sometimes good, even the concept.

There is no way that a man who wants to reign at the top of the world has the same thought and ethics as a common man rolling around in that heap.

I have it, and it can't be good.

A king is a man who must be lonely and alone at his end.

The king's quality-- on the shore of good and evil, it is.

Bioletta thinks that the greatest attraction of a man named Menace, if he cares about it, is to be trampled with relentless thoroughness, but also pleasure, of the other person's dignity and personality.

Perhaps the line that just sounds so downright wrong is also what Suzi went through if you try Menace.

No, rather, menacetically, I am truly loving you, to a daughter named Selah.

Crazy love, no, it's a desire for conquest that you don't know to stay.

Menace cannot distinguish between love and desire to conquer.

So try to put your opponent, be it a woman or a man, under thorough control.

Pleasure and violence are totally contradictory, but in a deeply connected Hiragana.

It fits perfectly with the blood and taste of the Ouga, who are tired of struggling.

If I make a offering with this man, I will undoubtedly be able to throw myself into the best battle.

Violeta thinks so.

So when we see Menace ravaging others, Violeta's heart is filled with exaltation and anticipation.

And it came to pass, after I had been assembled, that I was thus reminded.

Menace's love.

He was defeated, crawled to the ground, and conquered by a single strike between mankind and his opponent, whom he insulted.

That humiliation, humiliation, and... sensuality.

Modestly speaking, it was great.

The night I was thoroughly poured out of my burning ambitions.

I was reborn after that night with purpose.

"But nevertheless. It's time to dawn at night. It's dawn after the storm. There's always a patrol coming out."

"Looking for survivors, right? Same purpose as us. I know. I wish the wreckage and corpse had been launched... you did it flashly, you big sea snake witch."

"As for that, it's my mistake. I never thought I'd be impressed at that time."

and Violeta's arms unfolded and a giant blade appeared.

Battle weapons that only Ouga can handle, slaughter feet dedicated to Violeta (Slater Rim): Gashmar.

By now, Violeta has gained nearly three meters of body and a fierce appearance of a blade lurking all over her body.

"Somehow, as if manipulated, the blade went off track... destiny, even so. You've been distracted from killing, can I just say? I was going to kill both of those two (...) then. Yeah, but they forced me off target. In Chichi. Besides, even the great sea snake, he - Irisberda saved (...). Otherwise I shall miss my prey? That big sea snake, the“ Virgin of the Rebirth ”and all of them should have been made into two in that place."

It looks like a flamberge with a flaming blade or a giant scarecrow. Violeta shows it with her knees.

"It felt strange. If that's the" Hiroshi "of the“ Reborn Virgin Mary "... he's the one who shouldn't be kept alive."

We must not allow ourselves to unconsciously choose between what is to be saved and what is not.

says Violeta.

There is only one thing that is allowed to happen.

Only by the blade.

Only by the deed of being questioned at the stake of all of himself.

Only by Will.

"The salvation to be given... I deny it."

Then, crawl your cuttoe to Serra's neck muscle.

Hiccup, and his cold and fearful, Selah shrugged herself and held him hard against Menace.

"Whoa, what the hell, you're awesome! Ha ha, no! Violeta, do more!

"Idiot, I'm not doing this to please Omae"

Having said that, Violeta stroked Serra's back at the tip of the blade, not stained.

Hii, and the catched livestock shouts out, Serra tightens Menace with her limbs, how strong she is.

"Ooh?!?! YIZO!! SUGAGES GAY!!

"I'm not happy, I'm saying, Menace. Really keep it in that corner. Whatever it takes, a patrol comes. And, you know, odd signs."

"Weird signs?

When Violeta's words, said with a strange face, were just Menace, he rested his attacker against Serra and listened back.

"I don't know... there's something on the coastline that looks like the leftover incense from his... Big Sea Serpent Witch: Sidrellasikaya da Zu... and I'll do it."

"The leftover incense of a witch?

Violeta stared at Menace, who reacted so sensitively.

"Whatever a woman is, Omae is"

"No, that's a misunderstanding! I'm only interested in beauties."

Ha-ha-ha, and I just sighed, and Violeta said.

It is not a line to say with the future queen in your hands, however you have married.

"Somehow, it smells like deep water. There, like a mixture of rotten meat - like a battlefield soaked in blood mud."

"Wow, that's another great flavor, witch."

"Anyway, I have a bad feeling about it. Cut it up in there and put the team together."

"What about Omae, the team that went hunting for the survivors?"

"You can't burn a fire. It's about me at night, searching for the stars, and stealing the eyes of my enemies. It didn't do much good."

"What's on your side?

"Total annihilation, you should report, in war terminology. All our core members are pimping without injury for some reason. Just like I tried."

"From the Pope's Office - Maria Teresia, is it? What about Mr. Ni and his two squires?

In response to allegations from Menace, and with meaning and concern, Violeta circles her sight.

Crushed by heavy pieces of wood, a split water dead body mixed with wreckage looks around the sandy beach lined up.

Yes, Violeta felt it.

We wondered if it was the work of that nigger, the woman who named Maria Theresia, who miraculously survived under this circumstance.

But there is no certainty.

"I don't know. I couldn't even confirm the body."

"Hmm. Well, there's no way that the Pope's office's entourage on this voyage is just a nigger. Including the luggage."

"Something made me feel (...) helped on the water (...), and some of them are saying"

"It's not waterfront... no, I remember having such a strange owner. Gisele Teresia.“ Apostle of the Holy Springs ". Holy Knight of the Most Vicious (Paladin). I've heard about being abandoned."

That's what I'm talking about.

Menace strokes the serafina.

Eat your fingers into that peeled skin.

"Here, it's so bad to set up things (...) with the trantrym people as they are. You can't even burn a fire in your piss. Then you can't even eat meat. Let Gummeron put the squad together. Then, where is my... Focus? I have a Xcel, but I don't have a gun."

"Then, to Coco. I've been collecting it."

Saying, Violeta offered a huge crate.

Including the contents seems to be of considerable weight, which has a seal that tells the story of the strength of the inner sealed weapon.

"You found it well."

"The possessor Spindle Capabilities and their possessions, the Focus, will be strongly pulled from each other, right?

Violeta smiled as the adult held it with one arm, holding it effortlessly, shuddering and weighing, even with both hands.

Slowly bring it down to the sandy beach.

"And this too"

"Oh? Yeah, how odd is that? Look at that, Serra. He's my favorite. That nigger: Maria, it belongs to Theresia, right?

Serra, who looked at it when she was scorned, raised her voice again.

This is a small shake compared to the earlier one, but the silver embellishment gives a spicy (shabby) look.

When Menace opened it, there were seven strange snail tools, wrapped in billoads, seated there.

"Look, Selah, it's Omae's favorite trial (...), right?

So far, I've tried a few things, but they didn't work, dunno.

Laughing mean, Menace took one of them away.

Jeez, sighing with the look on his face, Violeta returns the blemishes and walks away.

Tell him to hurry up.

"Yeah, you're doing great. One by one, the sculptures are different. Oh, you haven't tried this yet. Try it. Just in time. It's got a unicorn emblem carved on it. Perfect for an Omae right now! We have to win about one, don't we?

Saying, Menace applies a trial (...) to Serra.

If we don't reject all the snails, Sera will find out.

And he said he wouldn't win again this time.

They remind me of shame and desire that I didn't even know I was going to give in.

I can't even resist a lot, and in no time, I get tested (...).

It is full because it bites to death the roaring sound of a livestock to be burned.

"Well. Come on, or you're gonna get really pissed. Whatever Violeta is, Gummeron is a mess. It's a real mess. I have to go to the emperor."

And when he opened Serra up and got better, Menace unsealed the crate of the larger one lying on the beach.

What was stored there - in this Zodiac continent - was a new weapon called a gun (...).

But the brilliance of it was clearly a line between what was still a luminous (cool) gun like a hand cannon or a trumpet gun, but what was in the world that finally began to show up on the front.

It also had a form that was simply not allowed to be described as a gun.

It resembles Gladius in the Carmandras (now Esperalgo) regional style.

Sometimes called Farkata.

A one-handed sword for cavalry, with a forecurved torso, excellent in cutting and penetration.

The curvature of the grip is unique, probably because of its application.

A substitute for being around one small wave more than the original, but with an increased ease of handling for it and a barrel of guns as one.

That's two cloves.

The Focus combines the characteristics of a firearm and a white soldier weapon of war: Gangray.

This was the prey of Emperor Esperalgo: Menace.

Lower from the waist along with a strange dedicated sheath with holes in the tip.

Pull it out in the early stages of cursive arts.

To make sure the flesh is clean, perform.

That lady looked like a big bird dance to Serra staring at the man's back like she was in love.

"─ Heh, okay, okay, move to yikanji. Hey, I knew your warm-up with Serra worked. It's warm."

Menace turned around with a childish smile as she made a gangster ray that looked like a gun in an early job that went unnoticed.

Cruel innocence.

That's the whole madness and fear of a man named Menace, the essence of charm.