Sanzen no Souru Supina

Sweet rose incensed.

When did I fall asleep?

Ashley thinks.

When I woke up, I was able to confirm the situation.

This is one of those bungalows that I dived into so that Theon would invite me.

I can tell the sunlight leaking from everywhere that the time is still, somehow, daylight.

A tiny chilean grain dancing through the atmosphere is glittering dancing into the light.

Apparently, he's completely asleep.

Again, I have a drowsiness that seems to fall into the dark if I close my eyes.

I can't help it.

Last night, they forcibly launched an attack on the base just before dawn.

Operation Assault on a military base set up on a salt mine site.

This morning's battle-- just give me an overview of that, and here's the deal.

Scion, protected by Movement of Swiftness, pioneers and opens the battlefield in order to reverse the resonance abilities of blood that night demons possess with each other.

He dares to show himself from the front with dignity, slapping challenging letters at the knights of the devil at night, upset at dawn, and dragging him out.

Ele, who infiltrated the base, searches for the rescuers and sets up sabotage work on the group of facilities in the base.

In addition, multiplying by that confusion, Ashle destroys (at best) the isolationists who rise and confuse in the assault with a long-range attack by Shivnir from the rear.

This is the revelation of the tactics adopted by Ashley and the others.

And the operation in the bulk sense ended successfully.

Hundreds of people based in the base and a few inclusive beasts, and one lion-faced horseman (Leotor).

Only four people, including Athelui, were relative to this.

Indeed, the presence of the Lion-Faced Horseman (Leotor) as an ambush was unexpected, but it is the "Spindle Capable Man" who will control so many people and military bases with fewer than one finger.

The decision to further divide the widow (Kahey) is a bone plan of stupidity even for an amateur to look at, but that doesn't apply to the Ashlets.

Outside of what is called common sense is the battlefield of their aliens.

Of course, in the context of such a great battle, it is also relevant that this is the closed corridor, in addition to the close collaboration of several powerful "spindle capable people".

Otherwise, Ashley would not have been able to shake up more alien powers either.

So much so that within and outside the Closed Corridor, there is a huge difference in how the Spindle works.

Speaking of which, “Professor": Larnberto Scanabetski, master of the archaeological department of Ashle and boss of the Holy Relics Management Division, said this.

"The place called" Closed Corridor "is easy to understand if you think it's part of the story, if you describe it in a way. Jumping in there is like going inside a closed book. In the story, the work of the body is much better than that of the spirit. Shall I tentatively call it the" Hiraki "of my thoughts, the" Hiraki "of my wishes? The strength of the" will "is questioned, and the" chi "drawn from it is a world that is greatly amplified. As if the protagonists in the story were. So I wonder if reclaiming the land taken by the Closed Corridor to the human area means reclaiming the world from the side of the story to reality. If we talk conceptual."

So Ashley was able to put in the big moves at all costs from the beginning to destroy his enemies.

If it weren't for this part of the story - the Closed Corridor - I would never have been so impotent.

But nevertheless, I behaved too much this morning.

It's not just a move for a castle attack.

It was Ashle who gave Theon and Vitra the protection of Movement of Swiftness.

In addition to that, a big standaround with a lion-faced horseman (Leotor).

Active defense that generates a rotating force field on several occasions to protect Athelui: Blaze Wheel.

Although I'm glad I survived as a result, there's a certainty in Ashle that if something was one thing out of place, he would have died.

I picked up my life, but the price is never light.

And the process of healing the wounds suffered at that time also has something to do with this drowsiness.

Ashle's flesh has already gained incredible resilience.

That's a side effect of organ sharing with Zion.

While the flesh rebuilt, Ashle had already finished learning to be attacked by severe drowsiness.

Perhaps it is true of many creatures, and it is true of most even the Night Devil, says Zion.

However, yet another cause had been added to the temptation of sleepers who were now attacked by Ashley.

The existence that created the cause is now unconscious instead of Ashley.

The person who brought a fluttering fine sleep, like being dragged into it.

Princess of the Night Devil: The flesh of Theonzafir, there, is.

to the tools that were holding Snow in captivity, this time remaining in a position where he was imprisoned.

Someone did it on purpose, not.

Me and Theon do it on their own, Ashley recalls.

After that, I was asked to be bitten.

No, Ashle doesn't know which one I asked for first anymore.

Because the love that is exchanged between the two is no longer a strength that can only be described as violence, uniting one another.

Once you're captured by it, you can't fight it.

There's just something I remember clearly.

Don't let them get away with it, that they begged you to.

Don't forget that it belongs to you, that you were sued.

Burn down the memories of the love that Yuga forced me to do that day, he said.

Cry, tremble, desperately.

Indeed, Ashle nearly lost her life today, out of Zion's sight.

That gave Theon a clear flashback of those days in the trantrim.

When Ashley was in a coma.

And also separation from Ashle, exhausted and fallen in the fight against the Isolationists.

I was not allowed to sleep one night and spent my days at Yuga, reviving the "Jagri Jagra".

So Zion's sudden demands, however, were legitimate and the blame lay with Ashle.

So, as it wished, Ashle captured Zion and was strong.

Ashley has never waved such a loved one to anyone else.

It's love to take away.

A love that binds, pulls, and tramples.

every freedom, right and dignity she has.

violent impulses themselves and that can be put in other words.

Until now, Ashle has stood up to her urges, trying to squeeze the reins of a rampaging horse.

But when I came here, I changed myself, Ashley thought.

I'm pretty sure I'm riding that rampage horse.

But for the sake of restraint, there is no crossing on its back now.

To conquer, to ravage, the urge to work most effectively, no, Ashley is giving an impulse to a military horse.

And if he will, O king, I must go beyond his desire, Ashley thinks.

Indeed, the standards and demands of the Princess of the Night Devil are immensely high.

Anyway, what we're about to face is the man who lived more than 800 years and became an overload: Yugadir.

They say let us transcend what the man carved out.

If you were too unscrupulous, you might have noticed.

However, Ashley changed from the day I wagered Zion a duel against him.

No, it's changing now, to be exact.

Though he had hoped so himself, what would Zion think of the man who regarded himself as a territory and reigned, remembering in his heart the ruthlessness of not admitting to surrender?

When I wake up, I'll ask, naturally Ashley thinks.

There is no question that its spirituality has already begun to deviate from ordinary people.

I naturally accept that the spirit is changing, not just the flesh.

Whether we see it as a brutal transformation or as a blossom of the king's qualities, I'm sure the times will judge it, not good or evil.

It's just that the person who wanted me to stand as his own king gives me everything in my life and myself as a teaching material for it.

That seems like a real miracle that most humans can't have in their hands, Ashley.

Who the hell else could get such a poor, healthy and noble textbook?

Alternatively, now that Ashley has all the magical equipment in her hand: Jagri Jagra, it feels as if that's what happened.

I think the ink of malice tells me that if I have the tools to alter a human being, I should let that malice run its course.

Because this is a trial.

for Ashley to aim for the King, or well ahead of him.

to go beyond the shores of good and evil.

As part of that training, they tell me to fill the note named Princess of the Night Devil: Theonzafir with your description.

We must not leave behind in this human mind and flesh, such as a description lacking in refinement and abrasion.

Motivated by the thought, Ashley loves Shion again, even in her dreams (Yume depression).

Speaking of which, we talked about this while we were on our way to the formations.

"The Night Demon is a truly troublesome species."

Indeed, yes, Scion cut it out.

"For a Night Demon man to become pregnant with a Night Demon woman, he must completely break the heart of the woman's side. I know it's a slutty story in my family... immortality, out-of-digit playability, that's what I mean."

In other words, the flesh and the spirit controlling it "reject change".

"You know why, don't you? Living with a child is a dramatic change. There is another life in me. There is nothing more than mystery. This is a miracle. You'd think so, wouldn't you? But the women of our Night Demon clan are more inclined to see the change as humiliation."

Naturally.

I wonder why being a woman based solely on her talents, not on gender differences, "must be changed".

"So accept the change... No, in order for us to accept it, we have to make him admit that the man's side is the overwhelming superior"

That, well, knowing this circumstance, might be impossible for mankind to view the Night Devil as a slutty, evil clan.

"The Night Demon, that is almost exclusively composed of nobles. It's a gathering of rulers. You can stay under your command, but you don't need your people. Because there's even a verse that sees all mankind that way. Crap pride and a hell of a lot of thought."

However, he continued.

"But as you can see from its spirituality. The very act of loving, lodging and nurturing children is regarded by the women of the Night Demons as enduring humiliation and hard work. Indeed, it can take ten years from conception to childbirth, or twenty years if it is longer. hard work, the expression cannot be said to be unfounded"

Not so much, it's hard to be a child between demons at night.

"If it is also a superior being, its lifespan far exceeds 1000 years. Maybe it's nothing but insanity to be in such a race and make a child out of love. By and large, the Night Devil has a" Hiraki "that adds the Son of Man to the clan."

So, as a matter of fact, the men of the devil sometimes do the play at night with a human daughter in mind.

Of course, it's not easy because we're going to go beyond the walls of the race.

"It's not easy, you know what that means?

It means it needs to be so dense as to be unusual.

Theon lowered his eyes quietly.

That girl, for example: Snow.

The mother is a human child.

My father is a knight of night demons.

That would be the case.

"It's just that when I see the night she showed me her longing for demon blood and her obsession with pride emanating from there, maybe, indeed, there was love there"

Because we are the aliens of the fascination system and the species that led to it in the dominion system... we cannot be sure that the movement of the mind on the mother's side was most likely.

"He says he's already a deceased. But today's meeting with us has dramatically changed the fate of that girl... because we have crushed the side to believe in."

To Zion's words, Ashle pressed his chest tightly.

That memoir, press Yugadir's manuscript.

"The monetary co-prosperity of blood, which has made this country a cataclysm and has taken root - that's the vanity of do-it-yourself... we broke it. It's like breaking a spiritual pillar from its roots."

Snow and his parents embody a country that has been walking in harmony with mankind and the Night Devil.

So to speak, it's the ideal look.

No, he was looking.

Not until Ashley shows her that notebook today.

I don't know if Snow accepted everything and was convinced.

But I'm pretty sure I planted my doubts about the state and my own birth in the girl's heart.

The love of your mother and father is a fig.

Words are different, so much so that I cursed.

It could have been too steep.

Snow's broken crying face revived behind his brain, and Ashley uttered a slight regret.

"That would not have been otherwise. As long as we continue to present the path we believe in, we cannot persuade Snow, Trantrim, and the surrounding group of small nations to do so. Parallel lines. To jump over there... with pain, but I don't think I'd have had to."

"... but I'm still worried that I couldn't do anything else."

"Ashle."

I've thought about it, but there was practically no choice, Theon tells me.

Ashley snorts, but her expression doesn't clear.

I can't help it.

This is the pain of those who bear the responsibility of war.

Ashley, and Scion continued.

"It's close to fantasy that even in normal times, you can understand if you use up your words. In times of war, it is often no longer even difficult to attempt. I could have killed that girl. Given the leakage (wandering) of information, it's not such a rare procedure. Men are killed, women are offended. Anything of value is sold off or else rolled into the wilderness. Often it's a corpse. No, even what is worthwhile and what is worthless is a place and a time that can be broken at random - that's war."

For over a hundred years, I have traveled through the human area.

I've seen it before.

And the darkness of the fatalists.

"But I didn't. Aware of the danger, he chose to persuade Snow.... and be prepared, perhaps, to be resented. Pay the pain."

I'm proud of you.

Theon affirmed what Ashley did, and that's how he affirmed it.

At a time like this, it's really important that you acknowledge your actions first.

Ashley thinks.

If it comes from the princess of the devil on such a poor and proud night, that's more comforting than getting 10,000 troops.

"Thank you. Just for a moment... I got the weight of my heart (...)"

But that wasn't a good idea.

Until then, Scion, speaking intelligently, suddenly changed his attitude.

Faced with emotional anger, Ashley turns a blind eye.