Sanzen no Souru Supina

I had dark hair.

Thick line quality. I guess that's usually put together.

He painted a loose wave and hid the woman's breasts.

I was naked.

I am losing my blood, as the fingers assembled over my lower abdomen show that I endure a critical place in shame.

It was beautiful.

Bright white skin lit up the afternoon sun as it descended, making her look like a fairy.

And... he wasn't human.

An unlikely long ear in mankind is stretched out of a gap in flowing hair.

Tingling, tingling, slightly downward, as she shows her emotions, but in a way that she can't hold back her deviant mind.

Trembling, he goes up to his room with his granny.

Only shoes are -- they look familiar, Aram-style.

It was embroidered with hands, and Ashley remembered.

It belongs to Athelui.

When the woman came to the side of the bed, she gently deposited her body with Ashley.

So, finally, I realized that the look looked just like Athelui.

But the aura that fits you is something else entirely.

I can't feel the hostility.

Is it because I am removing makeup...... my eyes are gentle.

Instead...... I can see you're obviously admired.

With long eyelashes, his loud black eyes blinked slowly.

Moments, on Ashle's back, a shock of understanding ran similar to the current.

I know this guy, Ashley thinks.

"You... no way... Vitra... are you?

"Ashley, Dow"

The woman, who was called Vitra, called Ashle's name, as if she were speaking for the first time now, following through.

Then, when he was happy, he hugged and poured rain on his mouth.

"You... Athelui... you were such a lousy bitch when you got drunk."

In explaining the history of the thing, explaining its beginnings plainly, it aggregates into this Ele statement.

I was drunk.

The elixir (elixir) I bought from Ele, or drunk the love potion.

Athelui is.

"Because, you know, confessions can't crawl at night. Courage!!

"No, that's why. For the most part, you are now drinking three times as much as you would have used properly. That's hardly a fake drug (placebo) that humans handle. Oh, my God, it's not an ecstasy, it's the one that works really dramatically. It's a drama used to plunge a high-ranking enemy official or accelerate an in-court conspiracy play to cut national power, right? Uh, don't open it! If we don't keep the right amount, we're in big trouble!

"'Cause - Wow, Vitraaaaaaaaaa!!

Drunken by a loving potion made by earthspiders on the contrary, Athelui sought refuge from humans, but from Ashle's beloved horse: Vitrion.

And Vitra, who is usually extremely reluctant to be touched other than Ashley, took this intoxication firmly.

With the exception during the exception of Scion, this is unlikely.

In fact, if Ele approached him to take a bottle of love potion and stop Athelui, Vitra intimidated him violently.

"No, well, Vitra, I am. I'm saying it's not good as it is! You're going crazy!

"What am I? What am I?! Get out of the way. I'm a sidekick, I'm a date, I'm a parsley! Even if I confess, I'm destined to be blurred!! Stay with your sister, or whatever, smile like your brother. This is crazy!!

In front of Ele, who desperately hits Vitra's persuasion, the already suspicious Athelui of Lu (Rotsu) grumbled even more and kicked the ecstasy.

The bottle is already at an angle close to perpendicular.

In order to extract the high concentration ingredients of the herbs and insects used to the extreme, the alcohol content as a solvent used for this couscous is already greater than 70 degrees.

This is an incredibly high concentration in the common sense of the human world.

If I had drunk that trumpet, it would have been natural to be Hebereke in the meantime.

It is Athelui, who has lived so far as the secretary of Asuka.

There are also Alam teachings that forbid drinking in public with people other than minded people.

I have continued to impose restraint on myself, no matter how spiritually difficult it may be.

It can also be said that it has pushed itself with the ideal snail that it must be like this.

That tag started today.

It is an explosion for twenty-six years of my previous life.

The part of the innocent maiden that she has pushed into our chest, feared by various nicknames as the First Prince's katana, the woman of steel, the smile of the ice, etc., or "(soy).

The pharmacological action of the filling and love potion by Ele earlier exploded the lid of consciousness that had sealed it.

"Instead of hydra... it's a red dragon"

And he wiped the sweat dripping down his chin, and Ele was all alone.

When I put a servant on him, it was not Hydra who came out, but Red Dragon who was mad in love.

I wonder if he continued to do no good to himself, similar to self-inflicted acts, and at best, he starts complaining about his feelings for Ashley.

'Cause I like it, what do I do?

Considering it's some kind of theatre, this is really quite an interesting composition, but unfortunately a romantic play in progress in front of me (comedy?) is not fiction.

It is strictly real, real.

The only consolation is that, somehow, Vitra takes Athelui, who somehow cries with emotion, firmly in the way that she is a friend or sister who shares her thoughts.

In time, the medicine bottle fell out of Athelui's hand, as if the intoxication had just turned too much.

In a bunch of leaves it stood, sakuri,

Huh, and Ele breathed.

Even the earthspider feels guilty when he sells it at his own risk for how much he uses it.

But the oddity of Athelui, which has been raised, came from here.

"It's just Vitra... you'll understand me"

I pressed my forehead against Vitrion's horse's body and how dare Athelui use it.

Genius: Speak With Animal.

In other words, this is how the unexpected visitor who visited Ashledau, the Vitrion, obtained the human snail, was completed.

If you make that rationale any more boring, here it is.

Atelui is a nomadic blood muscle born in the meadow area bordering the Osmadra border, the wilderness of Hadari, an outward demon.

Earthspiders, Ouga, Pork Ghosts (Oak) … The area around Hadari's wilderness, where outsiders, starting with the eleven clans of those demons, bounce around (just about every day), is an area (area) that has been hit by several invasions from those threats or unscheduled encounters in history.

And as much as it was established, there was unexpected blood confusion (like this).

Because of this, there were few that were born with special talents.

It is an awakening genetically, demonic child.

Athelui was one of them.

That ear captured the voice of the dead.

It was in the year Athelui turned four that her parents realized the talent.

For a long time now, as a daughter who says something strange, she was the one whose relatives talked about it, but it was still good during the mumbling (what is it) (* Note Here is the meaning of the degree of words a toddler does not get to speak guidelines).

My parents were convinced that when I got a firm word and started speaking, this would look different.

Her story accurately describes that of the past.

So he took it to the chief of their tribe, and the chief consulted the ancients.

Ancient called Athelui to his lap and asked him some questions, then, he said, he nodded deeply.

"This daughter is the one who talks to the dead (Lost Talkers)," he said.

Soon the ancients put out their use for the curser.

To keep Athelui.

Those who speak to the dead (Lost Talkers) cannot be retained within the tribe.

Leave it to the cursers who live in the surrounding mountainous areas to learn how to use Chichi correctly.

Otherwise, a terrible disaster will strike the clan.

That was the sentiment of the nomads living on the border.

This is, in short, a rephrase of what they have responded to the accidental occurrence of "spindle capable people".

If something like that, such as combat ability or healing moves, it is treated as a compliment.

However, people had to take a cautious approach to predicting the future, telephoning, Chiriko… and especially to the type of alienation that allowed them to examine the past, such as listening to dead human words.

This would be convincing if you put your imagination to work.

It was a time when it was rarer for human death to be a dignified, satisfying thing.

What words whisper those who died in resentment?

No, if the death is accidental, it's still fine.

And what shall become of those who died, who were plotted, and embedded in plots, when they have obtained generations, and have opened their mouths?

The word "mouthless to the dead," etc. remains a testament to how it has buried the dark facts behind it into the dark by the death of the subject.

Accidentally, it was an alien ability that could tip a nation if used incorrectly in killing, inter-tribal struggle and usage within clans.

Therefore Athelui spent her childhood under a strange astrologer.

Detached from his parents, Athelui received basic training and education as a "spindle capable person".

The fortune teller who took Athelui was not a ruthless person, but he seemed unwilling to serve as a replacement for his parents and friends.

labor necessary for life and study as a fortune teller, and an understanding and skill in the Spindle.

The first thing the fortune teller taught me was how to not have to listen to the dead.

In fact, during his training, Athelui was about to be taken over by the dead who came to take the flesh.

The function of the generations who bring the dead down to them is sometimes to fight against the desires of such a dead.

But Athelui broke the ban from time to time by losing the rustle.

So much so that the days of my studies in the rock cave were lonely.

I have wandered the wilderness, guided by the voices of the dead.

And there I heard the words of the great king of horses.

That was the legend of the nomads.

Leading a flock of hundreds of horses - the king of pitch-black.

Lord of the meadows.

On a moonlit evening as big as it might seem, Athelui met the ghost and exchanged words.

"And sooner or later, you will be possessed by a king who destroys boundaries."

Indeed, that is what the king of pitch black said.

And when he woke up, Athelui was falling in the middle of a huge group of stone columns.

This is where meadow wolves and other carnivores roam.

Being able to spend one night safely is close to a miracle.

The next morning, Athelui told the fortune teller who came looking for him everything.

The fortune teller brought a horse from somewhere, the next day, and gave it to her.

If you want to distract loneliness, exchange words with horses.

And on that fateful day, Athelui met Asuka.

So, for Athelui, the horses were my only comfort and friend.

Vitra would have allowed herself to touch it because she discerned that nature of Athelui, and Athelui accelerated her feelings for Ashley only because she saw devotional care for Vitrion.

Trust from the horses is not earned overnight.

There are so few riders who receive it in full width from them with such high temperament.

Sometimes the emotions that are tied between them even go beyond that between lovers and couples.

The figure of Ashle, who pours love on Vitra, therefore brought a special movement of mind to Athelui.

But that wasn't the only reason Athelui messed up so much today.

On that dead line diving battlefield, the Vitrion's thrown light spear, Athelui exercised Speak with Animal's powers.

And I sensed with the spirit of Vitra.

Thank you, thank you.

But that wasn't to the fact that I had myself saved.

It was an overwhelming thank you for helping Ashley, my dear master, whom I loved more than anything else.

The poor maiden figure shot Athelui in the heart as a vigeon.

Sometimes things like makoro bare every barrier and shoot through the depths of humans.

No matter how much you armor your mind with reason or theory, it's a waste.

It becomes an arrow of light, and it arrives.

I was so humbled that Athelui was driven by impatience as he finished the battle and watched Ashley's back treating Vitrion.

Not at all, not a single point cloudy, Vitra thought of Ashley, only Ashley.

There's no such thing as wanting to be paid back or loved.

I just want to devote myself to that human being.

I didn't.

I was beaten about it.

Maybe Ashley has a "Hiraki" that instinctively discerns it.

So Vitra is exhausted.

I can get you to look back first.

I'm sure Theon will, too.

Needless to say, Asuka.

It's only a story, but it would also be the same for someone named Irisberda.

I couldn't help but be ashamed of myself thinking that I would take Ashley from those people, etc.

Isn't the bearer of such an evil heart determined to be shaken?

If I thought so, I couldn't help but get laid.

And yet, I lose my loneliness, and I talk to Vitra.

Vitra, accepting Athelui, began to say something extraordinary.

You're giving up? Asked.

'Cause I don't know what to do, I said.

Why? Asked.

'Cause I cried around him, wonderful, something that I would never do.

It's not you who decides that, I was told.

It's decided to lose, it's not going to be a battle, I called it.

Without a fight, if you want to escape, the feeling isn't real, he scolded me.

Because I can't be as pure as Vitra! shouted.

But... you're a carrot, aren't you? I can't be one with Ashley, no matter how much I think? That's how he confessed.

"... you like it?

Vitra's black peeked into Athelui's eyes and replied.

Ever since we met... if we're going to die, we want to die with that human on our backs.

Then they called me.

Tomorrow, you might die.

Even today, as it was.

Because of someone else's assessment, don't you have to tell me your proof of life?

I erased that thought, and I decided I didn't, okay?

So, you can live?

Alive?

Right now?

Athelui felt her heart pound like a bounce.

'Cause I put my mouth to it, okay, but I lose momentum and I fall to the ground.

"I want courage..."

In all likelihood, there was a weak sound sleeping deep down.

If you have the courage... can you? Can you run out?

After a few seconds of silence, Vitra asked.

"Run...... can you?

Can you run to Ashley?

"I can..."

You can go, Athelui can run.

"But... where is it? My courage."

I'll lend it to you.

"Courage? But, but how?

Then it's a deal, Athelui.

Vitrion's eyes were determined.

deal, Athelui unwittingly swallows into the word.

"Deal? Like what?

I lend you my courage.

Instead, fulfill only one of my wishes.

"What kind of... no?

All I could see in Athelui's eyes when I asked him about the snack was that Vitra was smiling.

And Vitrion told me.

Her wish-- no, pray.

Just like you, Athelui.

I want to exhaust it, to that one.

I'd like to offer you something.

I mean, this was the miraculous process of visiting Ashley, the whole story of it.