Sanzen no Souru Supina

Aska is dreaming.

It lived at an early age, a dream in Harlem.

Asuka spent her childhood surrounded by the women and the black magistrates on her skin.

Asuka had to behave as a prince (...), so until she was willing, her secrets had to be kept.

The backyard was a vast playground that surrounded 4,000 beauties at maximum, albeit in limited spaces.

Even though it was Osmahim's turn to drastically reduce his personnel, there were still more than a hundred beautiful princesses living there.

These are the women who refused to be freed by their own will as free people.

They were all owners of excellent beauty, yet compared to their brilliance, it should be noted that Mother: Brunfroyde was beautiful.

My mother was always nice to Aska.

And he showed off his skill in combat, even though he was fully relieved of his childhood opponent.

Asuka admired my mother.

"Because you are the heir of that human - the great Emperor: Osmahim. I want to give you everything you can tell me."

I even enjoyed training with my mother.

Because that was the best entertainment for Aska.

You can twist as much as you like on my favorite mother.

It would have been a good training, and a distraction, for Brunfreude not to hurt how clean and particulate fine desert sand-filled ground the tiny, luxurious creatures jumping in shouting.

At the age of three, Asuka's interest was not just in combat skills training, but also in dancing.

Aram men don't really like dancing.

Rather, it was because it was regarded as a slave woman's plaything.

So, at first, my mother didn't look very good at that of Aska.

But if I tried Asuka, I could hardly hear it.

My dancing mother was beautiful.

A devotional dance dedicated to the true knight's maiden costume together with a prayer of victory prayer with a spear.

It's harder not to be fascinated by the beauty.

More importantly, it appeals to Asuka's flesh.

Around the back of his hips, he was driven by a pleasant impulse that was painful.

It was Aska's inherited instinct as a true knight maiden, lineage, and itself.

So, finally, my mother broke too.

He admitted Asuka's demands as part of his combat skills training to be worn as a prince.

Asuka's way of fighting is through her mother.

And these blue eyes, too.

My mother always looked down sadly for some reason when we talked about it.

Blue eyes are considered a vicious omen in the Alam area.

Perhaps that was the symbol of the invaders to them, or that of the outside world that threatens the human area.

"Don't let these eyes stand in your way."

"I am good with my mother!

I could not understand the meaning of my mother's prayer to Aska, who was protected by the walls of Harlem and her status as a prince, and by the love poured out.

Instead, those special blue eyes were only felt as a special sign that only my mother and myself could have.

But now, no.

At that time, I understood the meaning of the sad, sorry expression my mother was floating on, helpless.

Maybe my mother knew.

That I am not a son with the Father: Osmahim.

It's not an injustice.

A hybrid species (hybrid) with the presence of an unclear identity that cannot be called mankind.

In other words, he probably knew that his hair was still an experimental creature.

So I suppose that day, he left me unbearably conscious of sin and bladed himself.

Experimental creatures - at that time, the terrible truth told by Illis.

Slowly, my spine got cold.

I made a ragged noise and heard the sound of the only hope I had ever had as a base being crushed.

Whatever history you go through, the hope that you are a daughter of love, set between Father: Osmahim and Mother: Brunfreude.

That's all he did was play Aska and let him stand as the prince of Osmadra.

Maybe that was a repetition to penetrate deeper into Aska, as Aska denied, as a mental attack.

However, a series of words disguised as "salvation" by Iris surely eroded Asuka's mind.

It emerges as a denial of a return to reality.

I don't like it.

I don't want to know.

For the most part, Jibu wonders what it is (...), etc.

No, maybe even if that were true, just to prove my mother's love, still Aska could have stood back in the fight.

Until before.

I was scared.

Ashley finds out about this fact.

It was from Asuka that I pressed for a relationship with Ashre.

It also uses Scion Rescue in distress for Dashi.

Aska, then, has never clearly told Ashle about her love affair.

Because of that, Ashley has never asked me to do the same.

Asuka's appearance in the bedroom, behaving like a panic, was also an unconscious camouflage to confuse the inner fears.

So on the eve of his march on the trantrim offensive, Athelui's genuine and unhidden confession of love made me sincerely envious.

That's how I wanted to do it too.

But there is no way that I can show such weakness that I am the king.

Isn't it?

Now multiplied by the mental attack by Illis and the "Log Solitary" came under attack.

In the dark, there is nothing to put together, and Aska stifles herself with her knees in her arms.

No, I didn't want to return, everything in Aska complained.

So, if it hadn't happened, the presence of Askariya here could have been closed.

At best, the current pierced the flesh with an unspeakable forcefulness.

Mixed wires, intense pulses poured into the systemic conductors that were about to close.

For a moment, consciousness tossed white.

Oh, my God, there's no time to ask.

Twice, three times, the impact of running through the lower abdomen from through the spine to the top of the head forces the forced awakening.

That should have been a rejection for Aska right now.

If that's the case, it is.

But it wasn't.

The reaction that flesh, mind, and emotion had was the opposite of it.

I knew immediately by the incense of the "spindle" that would be poured in.

That smells like steel.

It was also heated until it was incandescently heated by helical (cool) charcoal.

Every time Aska smells it, she feels the joy of losing her sanity.

A tough, unobtrusive, perceived being that can change into anything.

Someone's going to sue you for coming back.

That's a word, not a.

All over the body.

In the whole spirit.

Bet on your "spindle".

I couldn't stop the hot tears from falling out of my tear glands, which were supposed to be frozen and strong.

I thought you couldn't even touch me anymore.

I thought you were disqualified.

If you don't love me, I don't want to go home.

Omae, you idiot!

Why, always, yes, go into action by busting a wall called reality!

If I don't yell at you, I'm sorry.

I love Omae.

I want to spend the rest of my life with Omae.

Make him regret it.

That you made me so determined.

What does it matter who I am now?

What do I have to do with what I am?

Aska does that and awakens.

Ashledau - screaming the name of the man I loved wholeheartedly.