Sanzen no Souru Supina

"It's kind of a fuss over the other building."

Scion felt as he looked at the windows of the formations not fitted with glass or anything else, the next building visible from the gaps in its armor doors.

Ashley said that the treatment of Vitrion and Athelui was a top priority, but I have no idea how this could be such a noisy development.

In addition, the trend of the girl named Athelui is strange.

Besides, when you're ashley, you're in a lot of trouble.

I don't think so. I don't care if you come here and it's activated.

"... for now, this one's quiet though"

Huh, and beneath the feet of a deeply sighing Scion, a bright white creature was rolling.

Soft smooth leather armor dyed in pale green with a hand-dyed checkered skirt.

There was a human beauty on top of a blouse that hung from the collar.

Green eyes do not belong to mankind.

Dark hair, like ink, was very similar to that of Scion.

Yes, she was of demonic descent at night.

Except for my daughter, who is not pure blood.

It is not impossible for man and the Night Devil to remit the Son - Zion heard the word directly from the mouth of Scarbelli, his father and archduke of Geiserlon.

The day I first heard it, it sounded like a gospel to Zion.

But over the years, as a "rebel princess of the Bulbs” who threw herself into a blood-washing battle with her compatriots, it became felt in Zion, as if it was never salvation, as she had spent days being targeted by night demons and mankind.

I can't live as a human because of the sexuality (sausage) that makes me really want "dreams".

or more capable than a pureblood night demon, nor does it have eternal life.

But unlikely fast healing constitution and some talent for humans, and longer life span than humans.

And the remarkable beauty that takes over the properties of both makes it difficult to live in hiding.

It is Zion's feeling that a human and a night devil's half, or dampiel, is exactly "a human who tumbles at dusk".

Now restrained and rolling beneath Zion's feet, she was, exactly, the embodiment of it.

"Damn... you resisted a lot. Are you thirsty?

"And the charity from the enemy... I won't take it! I am drawing the blood of the proud knight of the Night Devil!

"Thanks for that. I get compliments from my countrymen, it's a pleasure. But, no, there's still a mistake. I'm the one who helped you."

"What! Foreign enemies that threaten my country, their forefathers!

"I'd like to solve some misunderstandings around there. I mean, well, if I hadn't come in to help, it would have been a lot. By the hands of the proud knights of the night."

Weren't you close?

Theon told me to teach a girl who is forced into a cramped posture with special restraints.

"Uh, what is it, a name. You haven't asked me yet."

"When you ask a human about a thing, first of all, you didn't tell him to name it from himself, lowly"

"That's a good thing, but if you don't choose the time and the case, you're going to taste the fate rather than the death. Especially the beauty owners like that."

And what, you don't know me?

Hmm, sighed like a shudder, and Theon grinned thinly.

A developed canine tooth could be seen glowing wet from a gap in cherry blossom lips.

"But let me give you a name." The Dream I Believe in - To Keep the Bloodline of the Night Demon from Dirty. "

Gently, he reassembled his legs in his skirt, Theon said.

As I say to my sister, slightly.

"Scion. Scionzafil Iote Berioni. The Night Sitting on Geiserlon The Grand Duke of the Devil: It's Scarbelli's daughter. Oh, no."

The name, the effect that the word had had was immense.

Almost immobile, he turned to himself diligently, his eyes open in amazement, and he saw Zion.

"Princess Rebellion."

"You remember two names, I'm afraid."

"Well, that's... that sword... Rose Absolute"

"I don't know. What, just from Yugadir, you've heard about that name before"

"Damn, it's Omae, this country (what) has gone crazy since the Omaes came!!

Along with his angry obsession, he was condemned by name, and Zion sighed again.

"So there's a misunderstanding there, he says. For the most part, before I went in between, they were arguing about the same thing - the faces of the White Demon Knights."

"That's right! Since when has this country started working with isolationists! With those filthy include-beasts! They're enemies?! You should be banished, evil, enemy! Yet! That is why I have come to hear why!

"Damn, you're a" spindle capable man ". And it's also something I've noticed that's troublesome. Besides, the temperament like a pig warrior. Stupid. Honestly, from the front, you came to ask me that, to this military base."

Theon blatantly mocked his daughter.

But that couldn't be sarcastically done very well.

It's the temperament that jumps straight into their nostalgia, because it was Zion's exclusive patent.

"It's obvious! We have always been threatened by the Included Beast and the Isolationists. From that threat, what would have happened if the knights of the devil hadn't protected us at night? And yet, why don't you explain it to me now?

My daughter screamed louder than she had just done.

It feels like my throat will not get stuck.

"Damn, why don't you calm down? I have no taste in keeping my children in captivity forever. I'd like to discuss it. Otherwise, you'll be seen ashamed of yourself. Well... I don't want to be too clear, but it's a tool that's restraining me right now..."

As if he felt any sign, Zion cut the words and watched the entrance door.

A few seconds of silence.

Then it was Ashley who came into the room with the sound of a shriek.

Yorira, and for some reason, it felt so inclined.

"Oh, this, what does this mean? - She said this co protected her?

"Uh, well, yeah. It's supposed to be protected... right. I've tried everything I could, but she's a strong daughter. I'm not even gonna listen to you."

"Talking to the Omaes and all that. Now, break the commandment!

"And you say,"

"I'm coming to talk to you, until I promise, no. This is Spindle Capable. Besides... dumpy... born between demons and humans at night."

"Anyway, the floor's cold. To bed... transfer, right?

My last inquiry was with my daughter.

Ashley's was not hostile at all, but she seemed to have raised her daughter's fears.

When I shook myself up, I started to get so violent.

But no matter how much you turn around, the restraint is frightening.

"That won't come off. Even Zion struggles quite a bit on his own."

"Ashle."

Sion cautioned in a low voice.

Oops, and Ashley looks up to heaven.

This was the one you couldn't talk to, he said.

But Ashley's name sounded like a girl to me.

"Ashley?! Ashledaw!! I remember that, and Omae's face! How dare you betray our trust! Omae's, because of the Omaes, this country (what?) went crazy!!

Somewhere, before, were you seen in the face?

Not really.

The White Devil knights and their training in combat techniques with Yugadir were basically public and anyone could see, and the duel over Zion was a fair and magnificent one in the Coliseum.

Anyway, getting a target that should hit my anger, the increasingly impetuous girl screams.

But Ashley dared to ignore it.

"Anyway, resistance is futile. Sorry, I'm gonna lift you up a little bit, okay?

"Sa, touching ah ah ah ah!!! This is what I do, and I'm just having fun!

Ashle held the flesh bent so that she could not resist, and her daughter showed a terrible wolf.

For one thing, imagine what's going to happen to us right now.

The other was against the fact that he had touched the chest of Ashle's peeling off just scratching his jacket to heal the wound.

"Take it easy. I just really need to talk to you. We don't want to take prisoners, and I don't remember taking you prisoner. I just can't let you go without solving the misunderstanding. This is a war."

I gently unloaded my daughter on the bed, showing only the will to resist, to deal with precious works of art, and Ashle told her to say it, as she broke the commandments and did it.

"Ashley, you're still in custody."

"That's okay, Theon. That's it."

And the iron fist of the girl, whom Ashle had unspeaked before she could finish, was waved toward Ashle.

I took that lightly. Ashley's flank. Now the kick's gone.

Pasi, and a wiggled whip ripped the skin, and the girl's unleashed kick burst into Ashle's flesh.

But Ashley is not scared.

It was the girl who looked out for her surprise.

It was taken.

There's a kick in Kaishin.

entirely by the Spindle.

One day, on Catel Island, Ashle showed the King of the Earthspiders: the defensive method by the Spindle shown by Isma, its application.

"Goddamn it, what, this, is going away"

And Ashley's "spindle" wasn't used just for defense.

The roaring "Spindle" flexibly captured the girl's ankle as if it were running water and didn't let go.

"Listen to me. We don't want to hurt you. I just want to talk to you. You know what I mean."

The girl with one hand and one leg sealed on the bed felt Ashle's words as if they were physically enforceable.

Jinn, and like the back of my head is numb, I want to follow the word.

This is weird.

Driven by panic, the girl went out to the last resort.

The most fearful night demon attack in melee distance.

i.e., a bite with strong canine teeth.

Even though it did not extend to the demon on the night of truth, his fangs as sharp as a claw were protruded against Ashle's shoulder.

"Ashley!"

And, Scion, who was about to pop out with a scream, Ashle controlled with her free hand, and, as it were, hugged the girl.

Perhaps Ashley was able to carry out this attack.

Yet I didn't.

At the price of severe pain, but I had something to tell you, because I was prepared.

Bubble, and shine from the wound.

The girl's fangs protruded deeply into Ashle's flesh, causing her to be wounded.

Maybe she could eat some of the meat off her shoulder just like that.

But it didn't.

The first girl to speak blood - Snow Merte - was overwhelmed by the intensity, sweetness, and size of the Dream entrusted to her mouth.

Towards the top of his head, the current ran, not the metaphor.

I felt it, as if all my senses had been sharpened a hundred times.

Yes, Ashley's blood was already turning into something different from that of mankind.

It once began that dark night in the Abandoned Kingdom: Ignacious, being poured out the Nerd, living the odd raw of sharing the heart with the Princess of the Night Devil: Theon, covenant with Aska, and entrusted with the Dream by Yugadir - a way of life fostered by that - that the conclusion as one piece was happening to Ashle.

Without knowing it, Snowmerte had contained its blood.

I don't think so, but I drink one, one more, one more.

"Listen, you. We won't hurt you. But right now, it's hostile to the Hiragana, which manipulates you from an invisible place. Let me explain why. Then, explain. In the meantime, if you're still hostile to us, I won't forgive you."

Also, Jin, Snow felt his head numb.

Why is this human voice so good?

Neither did the warning told by reason resist the temptation of blood.