Sanzen no Souru Supina

Vu, and my perception distorted, and I felt the world switch.

If you noticed, Asuka was sitting in the cathedral of White Asia.

To be precise, he was on the floor dressed like a toddler with his feet bent over his sides and sat down, oddly even feeling warm.

The only thing that holds you together are the Feather of the Formation (Tavard) and the Royal Sword, as well as the costumes on both legs - Suicide: Azrael.

"Nah,"

Asuka turns back in time for too many events.

In the dim cathedral there is light falling from the skylight, in many ways.

Somewhere far away, I felt like I listened to a whimper of a fling.

This is not the temple of the familiar Alam.

This design belongs to the Ixophone community, which also belongs to the Extram Pope's Office: the Greater Territorial.

Probably.

Perhaps Aska couldn't be sure because the sight that spreads in front of her was too heterogeneous.

The knights were there.

Being on your knees and gently as tall as Aska means that if you stand up, your body will exceed three meters, even if you consider that physique difference.

Furthermore, it was clear from the unlikely form in man that they were supernatural.

It was pure white.

A heterogeneous helm as high as a tower.

A unique lower armor made by joining the diamond-shaped parts glances over the joints and covers them with an unlikely glossy armor of metal.

The forearm is long and flat, and maybe this part will also be used as a weapon.

In addition, all the instruments for the liturgy that they offered were catapults of complex keys.

The key to be crossed is also the appearance of the EXTRAM Pope's Agency's crest.

The key to opening the gates leading to the kingdom of heaven.

And the key to closing the gates of hell.

At the intersection of the two, the seal of the Pope's Office is made.

If you get a holy circle cross over your head, it's just the very flag that flies to the cathedral.

But the appearance of the knights who kneel down and take thanksgiving was not for worship.

Asuka felt it was more like a soldier's ceremony.

to confirm overwhelming combat power and performance.

It also assumed - - a great war that assumed an unlikely enemy (...) in mankind (...).

That's dozens of rides all the time.

He sat on one knee, crossed the arming of the key snail, and took a courtesy of the dauntless soldier.

No slight movement, no shivers.

Le, le, le.

It was then that Asuka's ears captured the song.

I was singing.

Someone, slightly.

But indeed.

It was a popular cathedral, and it sang and no.

Le, le, le.

A babysitter.

Aska understands.

To make my beloved listen, that's a song.

And the Lord of the Song was sitting.

Bear the light back to bring the story of the kingdom of heaven (kuru) down to earth.

Beyond the summit of the sword raised by the alien knights with terrible combat abilities.

Smile slightly, without fear or dust.

Aska knew her.

I only saw him once.

But he was still a comrade.

That Abandoned God: Fighting the Frama.

In a drifting temple closed by mist, he risked his life to fight with him.

At that time, Aska thought she was like a white lily incarnation.

The sobriety and sobriety that embodies beauty as a woman.

And more importantly, my heart ached to think of Ashley.

Oh, this kind of girl likes a guy named Ashledau, and the moment she realized she was in love with him at the same time.

Irisberda.

That's my daughter's name.

But Asuka's knowing girlfriend and her appearance were so different.

Even with the loss of pigment, on the contrary, the beautiful hair that it made me feel divine was not there and was replaced by short hair that reminded me of the meadows of spring ahead.

The way you stroke your swollen abdomen and make her sing is the ideal of a daughter who gave her a young life and became a mother.

The only thing that protects the white skin that leaves is the flag stained with blue and the Holy Mark of Ikes on the white.

Yet she has no color of fear.

Rather, he is full of joy in preaching to his born son the beauty of this world.

Oh, if this had been an ordinary man, and if this had been the present world, even Asuka would have accidentally said and smiled.

But it was that shameless smile itself that drove Aska to war.

There could not have been a decent smile on the part of the spiritual knights who waited for the decree, raising their swords and waiting for the decree of the LORD.

"Who is Omae..."

Confused by the garment, which had vanished with some reason, Aska stood up while hiding her nakedness with the barely left behind feathers (Tabard) and asked as she wandered under the swords set forth by the knights.

But my daughter won't answer.

It's like a dream, stroking your underbelly, just groaning.

"Omae is asking who!

Katsun, Katsun, and Suicide: The stiff footsteps of Azrael rang on the floor of a strange material, echoing the diocese.

Aska questioned with unparalleled acumen.

So my daughter finally noticed Aska.

He lifted his gaze and consciousness toward his lower abdomen, admitting Asuka - when he pressed his index finger against his cherry blossom lips - and no, he did a trick that would make mischievous kids laugh all the time, then smiled.

"Be quiet. We were in town. His Highness Askariya".

Well, I was able to face that grin because I'm sure Aska was an excellent "spindle capable man" and a real hero.

Otherwise, you would have quickly succumbed to the harmonic pressure contained in that smile that swings your mind.

"My question is, who is Omae? I'm not answering that, Irisberda. Unfortunately, I don't know any saints."

"Well, what a disgusting mouth. But that was your charm, Your Highness Askariya. And don't you already know my name?"

"Did you pack your breasts to the contents of your head, Irisberda? That's not what I'm asking. Omae really asks if it's that Irisberda."

"I cannot weigh the meaning of the question… Yes, yes, I am in heaven, the servant of our Saint Ikes and those who believe in his salvation - Irisberda Lakmeason,"

Aska was convinced of the instant answer, its contents, and the unshakeable eyes, where no trace of dust was felt, such as stray.

He said that he was no longer the Illis I knew.

This is part of a spiritual attack by False God: "Log Solitary".

I mean, this is that moment of impact, in the body of the guy who was taken in (...).

Yes, Aska's inference is infinitely close to the right answer.

Except for the fact that Iris, who smiles in front of him, is the nearest "rebirth Virgin" to completion, the newest (...) in the present.

So I guess it was because Aska knew a guy named Ashley very well.

This, no.

It was at the same time that my whole body grew gross and my whole body ran with certainty that the answer was quicker than the words.

"Who is Omae..."

Asuka's inquiry, which was repeated three times, meant a declaration that he recognized his opponent as an enemy (...) with clarity, not for questioning.

Flesh moves into a state of battle.

Aska pulled out a curved knife (Jambiya).

Jarin, and the rubbing sound of steel echoes through the cathedral.

And yet the Virgin still smiles naturally, says Iris.

"Why? Why are you so scared? I've been waiting for you. Come on, go ahead, come here. Let's get hungry."

Do not respond.

I think Aska was stunned (just fine) to have herself who was invited to notice but was about to step out.

What a "chi chi".

Cold sweat erupted from his armpits and his spine cooled in an instant.

I couldn't even realize that they were exercising my moves.

In the battle between the "spindle abilities" exercising alien powers, even a wide range of super moves can be annihilated (at best) together, there are various physical phenomena that can accompany them, and they really catch my eye.

But a really horrible move, a horrible user, is something you can't even understand that you've exercised your moves against them.

The words that Illis had just thrown at him didn't seem to have any "chips".

But how's the reality?

Asuka was about to be led to England, where she spread the smile of the Virgin Mary, as if the butterfly could not resist the scent of flowers.

I can't even hear the roar of "Spindle".

It's just that she smells like white lilies coming from her side.

"No, Omae, Omae is not an Illisberda!! WHERE, WHERE did you (...) Shh!!

Since the reunion, Ashley doesn't really want to talk about Illis.

But Aska knows he's staring in the direction of the Farouche Sea, which can't possibly be seen far away with a contemplative look at times.

At that point, Asuka wonders if the identity of what occupies Ashley's chest is what she thinks of Iris.

On a terrace illuminated by the sunset, Aska couldn't help but speak to the way she lay her hands on the railing and stared at the distance, even though her breath was starting to turn white.

Not once or twice.

So I was starting to care about my daughter, Iris, who Ashley talks about in a pompous way without knowing it.

its birth or how she made her existence as a girlfriend.

Every time I hear that spoken from Ashle's mouth, Aska has made me recruit a sense of ready-made vision.

It is half of its own life.

Aska was born between a true knight and a human hero and has lived hiding her sexuality as the prince of Osmadra.

Even though he was born in a different place, he felt a profound empathy for the unreasonably created mechanism of the world that his daughter, Armastella, and Eunisfrau, who was Ashle's childhood friend and squire, had tasted.

More importantly, Asuka has not forgotten how diligently she treats Ashley, who was severely wounded all over her body in that drifting temple.

A white lily blossomed in a storm of violence that withstood the brutality of the irrational "Hiraki" and only bordered her love for Ashle.

Her figure, which should also be described as the incarnation, had been burned in the back of her brain all along.

So, Chigau, I could assure you.

There could not have been the same healthy Illis desperately trying to resist destiny, and a woman smiling but giving forgiveness to all who said that she had enlightened and completed everything before her eyes.

More importantly, Asuka smelled it.

The fake god I was up against earlier: smelling just like Log Solitary and Salvation.

From her.

For the first time, Illis looked like trouble with such a missile from Aska.

It's like seeing a loved one with no reason to be stuck in front of you.

Then I answered.

Yes, and.

"Yes, Your Highness Askariya. Indeed, I have changed.... I've been changed, should I say... No, I don't. Rightly, it changed in my Will. Because this is what I really wanted."

Saying, Illis shook off his confusion and regained that grin again.

But it seemed to Aska that it would show her the process of abandoning her humanity more and more.

"Why, why"

"It is to bring salvation to the world, to everyone. To wipe away any troubles from this world, strays. That's what I really want."

laughing frantically sober, said Iris.

"More than that, I didn't invite you today. Your Highness Askariya, please walk with us. Walk with me and this child (...). You're like one."

I stroke my lower belly for love, and Illis continues.

The light was clear from his abdomen, and the identity of the object that dwelt there was seen as a silhouette.

Sakuraku, and Asuka swallows spit.

If I had noticed, I'd already walked over to the side of Illis for a few steps.

"I will never, ever, on the side of the Omaes!

"Why, Your Highness Askariya. Please, help us, and help Ashley. Please save that human. Otherwise, only you and that human will suffer after the world in which Everyone was saved. Please."

Please, take Ashley, please.

Aska didn't listen to the plea until the end.

Shake the pulled out blade and pack the time at once.

Now pour in as many "spindles" as you can and tap into the maximum output.

I understood clearly.

This, he is the enemy.

That, too, is its hub.

That's one pillar.