Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Gu, gu, gu... why... the oscillation of Azrile..."

The whining death of a beast who had acknowledged his enemies: the moment Azril was wrapped in the sacred coat thrown by Illis, he was calmed down like a dog who had admitted his mistakes.

The internal structure that had been deployed is stored and the luminescence phenomenon subsides.

The artifact, which had given Asuka his stature as a human, finally ceased completely.

No, the really horrible thing is not just that I lost my "chips".

Suicide: Because Azrael was the leg itself for Aska.

It's not just a bunch of those awesome attack abilities and super moves.

Aska was even stripped of her ability to walk at this moment.

Aska found out that there was some kind of extraordinary protection at start-up and weight reduction.

Horribly heavy shackles on both legs, crawling to the ground.

That was an intolerable humiliation for Aska, who learned how to live as a king.

"Why is that, Azray Ruh!! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Asuka works hard to inspire the Spindle, but the artifacts inherited from the times of the Divine Age are not to be trivial.

For Aska, whose legs have all turned to heavy loads, it is no longer even easy to change posture.

"Sacred Service Prohibition (Intel) - Temporarily prohibited the activation of Focus. Your Highness Askariya. Please. Hear me out. I don't want to hurt you."

Aska, who lay down depressed and woke up desperately with both hands, had something to walk over.

It must, of course, be Irisberda herself who pleads with a voice that emits light.

He seemed to spare no shining nakedness, and, moreover, knelt barefoot in front of Aska without even being ashamed.

Here we go, the overwhelming, absolute, and... that's why I run scared of the dubious "good” aura.

Because it was perfect.

Like saints and Virgins in the story, told in the scriptures.

When man encountered "perfection," Aska thought at this time that it was not an admiration or admiration, but a feeling of fear or discomfort.

Because it's not in the perfect (...).

The rationale (roots).

The background.

Because it has nothing to do with the journey of filth and remorse that would have been taken to establish it.

Asuka smelled suspicious in the aura of “goodness” unleashed by Britain, as people felt a groan against the objectivist who let the practitioner be.

Beautiful balls are transformed from mere stone to precious stone by extraordinary pressure and heat.

The process is essential if the rugged rock expression is to produce a glow that is not even something of the world.

That is why humans are fascinated by its brilliance.

Because that is what dives through a baptism that can only be described as hard (kanshinku), whether you want it or not.

Now, Irisberda, who presses Aska to surrender to pray on her knees in front of her, has none.

Aska was feeling that unmistakable sign of credibility on those who omitted all the procedures and processes and only had the result (...) in one flip, with undisputed intensity.

"Why"

Why, why, it did.

Aska asked in that sense.

But Iris saw the question in the sense of why the accusation of death: does Azril not move?

Answer.

"Once upon a time, there were many salvation snails in this world."

"What... are you saying?

"For example, Azrael was created by a faction that sees infinite life as salvation."

"See Infinite Raw as Salvation?

"Pursue living in perpetuity, may I say?

Aska peeled at the ruggedness of the answers returned to her own inquiry.

"The Night Devil... Like that?

"Or. Rather, they, the Night Demons, may be the subjects and the victims of that attempt"

"How can those who want infinite life rub the artifact of death?"

"Didn't you see it with me, Your Highness Asuka? In that drifting temple of the Abandoned God. Abandoned God: What was Frama trying to accomplish using the accusation death: Azril?

"The fusion of the name" salvation "... no way"

Iris nodded at Asuka's insight with a look of mercy from the time of his mother, who found the wisdom of my son.

"That's right. Exactly."

"So... that's not a reversal usage... that's what it is as a body"

"As a Fusion Transformation (Ascension) facility (Plant), it seems correct. And as a safety device in times of need, so that we can also give death (...) to those fusion transformers - death suicide suicide: Azril was designed."

"I don't know what Omae is talking about..."

"No, Your Highness. Your Highness is very wise. You know that."

"Don't wear it, Mother of the Rebirth."

"That's what's too much to wear, Your Highness. I'm not perfect yet."

So, still, this is how I'm asking for your help.

Iris continued.

"How the hell did that happen? I haven't gotten to the truth yet either. There are faults of consciousness in various places. Not only is there a systematic approach that can be conceived using the authority and routes obtained so far, but also attempts to physically destroy walls (...) using means such as conceptual lightning... not power"

After all, aren't you going to break through with a direct attack by the Spindle Capabilities?

For every single one of the prophets, Elise, Asuka felt a war.

To a solitary asparagus, Iris smiled and showed shame that he was getting into thought.

"Whatever the reason, that's how that clash led to our world: Worlds End becoming what it is today, as a result of the" salvation "that occurred simultaneously in disorder everywhere"

"The result of Salvation... is our world?

"Yes, it's a tragedy as a reality."

"Relief clashes, what... what do you mean"

"Humans easily contend just because the gods they believe in are different"

In response to Aska's inquiry, succinctly, Illis answered.

The words stood on Aska's chest.

Still asked.

So what is Omae going to do in that view?

"I want to save the world from such chaos. By the right guidance. I need your help, and my husband, Ashledau, to protect you."

It's crazy, Aska decided.

This woman is a lunatic.

No, I'm not even a human.

Correct guidance.

The word proves everything.

"Zanen but... don't, Irisberda. I'm from the wrong side."

"Why do you despise yourself so much? Even if you don't draw your father's blood - a hybrid of true knight maidens and other life forms, to be exact."

In tears, Iris said.

Mixed seeds (hybrids) with true knight maidens and other life forms ─ Abominable blades of truth were shaken as mercy.

"What..."

"You are, therefore, not exactly human. It's our attempt to move on to the next stage, the specimen. But that's not the problem. In a world where everything has been saved, it will no longer be such an endless difference. Please, please, lead the world with us."

"Repeat."

"Your Highness Askariya... how, how do you not know? This is the truth. And the door to truth is already that far away. Please, along with."

"Say no!! Don't touch me!!

The blade shaken by Illis chops the base of consciousness.

It was the best I could do because I would pay for the hand of Illis stretched out to me.

Disoriented, crawling to the floor.

The world is dyed red by anger and confusion, and the flesh is about to bounce on impulses.

Watashi Haningen Dehanai?

Somewhere, an indifferent infiltration of anger was pouring Aska into the truth that kept suspecting and frightening her that she might be.

"Spindle" roars.

As it were, I would turn myself into a blade and tailor the Madman of the Virgin Mary - a clear intention to kill moved Asuka.

But that attempt will not be accomplished.

For the knights of the alien appearance seized Asuka's shoulders, half-baked arms, but reassembled to protect Illis.

"There is no other way… Then I will give you direct" salvation "for your sake. If I may, I would have liked you to come here with your own will."

With a pompous tear, however, Illis informed him of the dreaded decision.

And that's when it happened.

Asuka's entire body emitted light and began to be converted into particles.

This was the crossroads of fate.