Sanzen no Souru Supina

Drive through the deep forests of Trantrim, through the mountains, or on the lakes, and the hooves become a disease —— a rush.

Horse Lovers: Vitrion showed amazing speed.

That would indeed have been thanks to the protection of the wind (movement of) thunder (- swiftness), which makes the fastest mobility our property.

But tonight's famous horse run had a god.

That is only because Vitrion understood that what awaits ahead of this forcible army is the existence that allowed me to accept love from my husband: the battle to rescue Athelui.

Let the intense Light of the Will dwell in your eyes, and your horse's body runs as if running on the clouds.

Two beautiful princesses follow on both sides of it.

One makes him the murderer of the earthspider. The princess witch: Elehimera.

The other is the first prince of Osmadra, the great power of Alam: Askariya.

Wind (Movement of) Thunder (- Swiftness), with its legs.

Not only are they both breathtaking beauties, but they are also exceptional combat capable men, and even more powerful "spindle capable men".

And the man on the horse who leads those two has a blue rose incarnation in his left hand.

Paranormal beauty that runs tremors on the spine of what you see has some of the sharpest lizards in the world.

The incarnation's name is Theonzafil.

Grand Duke of the Night Devil: Make it the son of Scarbelli, just one holy sword: the user of Rose Absolute.

The man whose beautiful princess stared with her moistened eyes was the rebel who no longer decided to confront the secrets that had been kept hidden from this Zodiac continent, the world (Realm) called Worlds Ende.

His name is Ashledau.

He was the man who declared that he would discuss the Virgin Mary, who had thereby reappeared in the world, because she manipulated the fate that people had pushed beyond the unconscious book.

Pressing the moonlight, the man in black runs through a world lit by too clean a light.

To save what you love.

And to confront what I love.

The notion of hesitation was extinguished from among Ashle, who contracted with Aska and was informed of the facts.

The Trantrim Defence Force, which was directed to reclaim the salt mine trail, a fallen military base, was a mixed unit of junior night demons and inclusive beasts, plus isolationists with beastmen (beast-tamers) who serve it, and even the Knights of the White Devils, or Knights of the Night Demons.

That number, about 1000.

They have been pointing their power at what would not even have been a dream to align for a once trantrim.

It is also an army made up of those who are outside.

I could also say that this was the result of many of the Trantrim people's eagerness to receive life as a demon at night.

As a result, a significant number of residents chose to turn to the Night Devil and even serve as soldiers.

Although it may have been a unique option for a nation that has long pushed for coexistence, co-prosperity, and reconciliation with the Night Devil - it would create a faint number of sacrifices.

Ashle burned down any hostile forces present on the invasion path.

The location of the opponents sent by the bat Hilari, the demon of Zion, was communicated to Ashley with little time lag or chin.

That's not linguised.

Now Ashley may say that she is peeking into the Zion consciousness itself.

Magic implements buried in the flesh of Zion: "Jagri Jagra" made it possible.

Of course, such a detachment move would have been murky with just a user and a victim.

But they were exceptions to the rule.

I wanted it.

Princess of the Night Devil: Theon, from the heart.

It's not just an emotion.

from the depths of deep psychology.

Getting into the deep end.

Behind your chest, behind your skull.

Beyond hesitation, stubbornness and shame.

What level of trust am I supposed to call that?

And, look, there was also a virtue (virtue) in the man to receive and accept firmly the heart of what was offered.

"Jagri Jagra", which is supposed to be a magic tool for human modification, became a bridge for communicating each other's minds at this time.

Powerful complete memory and the blood muscles of the demon at night that could read it as a "dream" would also have helped in this attempt.

But what truly linked Ashle to Zion was the rhythm of the Spindle and the heart of faith in each other.

To the coordinates thus obtained, Ashley slammed the pre-emptive attack for a moment or so.

Dragon Spear: Thorough and relentless sweep, sweep by Shivnir.

A bunch of accelerating particles of ultra-high density ultra-high heat that could be beaten to the ground in an instant boiled the cold earth, and shortly afterwards, it exploded.

The Army of Night Demons is not prevented from doing so, even at night.

No, it was rather the night that was supposed to be their nature and their time.

But such advantages, Ashley blew away with the rain of the light strip.

Shall I say that as a cold passion?

In a sharpened sensation and thought, Ashle felt the cold fountain gush out as she cut herself into the back of her skull.

Yet the meat is hot, and from the bottom of his belly endless anger blows up the flames.

Blurb, and in the wake of the influx of emotions, Theon shook his body.

To the irresistible sensuality of cruelty and sweetness.

When they hurt what they love, human nature manifests itself in any retaliation or revenge.

It's something we shouldn't dispute.

I know that's a child.

But strife, and violence —— cannot be erased.

And what is determined to live harshly cannot be unbridled from it.

Whether that is a physical thing or a spiritual, ideological or religious or philosophical issue.

But even so.

But only he who stands before the merciless violence can name the king.

Do you own a vast territory?

Have you inherited it from your great ancestors?

That's not the story.

King Taru, who prescribes himself, and lives as such, thinks Zion.

And the king will not forgive a being that undermines what he loves.

No matter how reprehensible you will be.

Whatever sacrifice you're going to make.

Never.

So —— the ultra-high fever and the very low temperature of the mind flowing right into Ashley is fast.

If, today, it was Scion who was damaged.

I'm sure this man would have avenged himself as well, no, or more vehemently.

Revenge.

Or retaliate.

There is too much to say about it.

But what actually makes it, and even more, what it accomplishes, is not too great.

Mountains of shadows and snitches.

In this way, no man —— no man —— is prepared to condemn the stigma.

Theon cries, as a blur, at the difference in the temperature of thought that runs through Ashley's chest and back of her skull.

The view that passes like a blow and the aurora plated holy light that covers heaven take away the sense of reality.

And the half-night demon girl sitting on a horse and hugging Theon: Snow, too, had an approximation experience.

That is because I have experienced the incense of Ashle's flesh, approaching the finished form, and the fever, enhanced physically, mentally and mentally by the grace of the war maiden (Valkyrie's Pact), whose contract with Aska was activated.

It is very similar to the intoxication of a divine wine.

Ha, ha, and the heat of my exhaling breath doesn't stop the red tide.

Instead of letting Ashle's body temperature swing and clinging hands go, she buries her face in her chest.

I have to admit that I am soaked.

More importantly, Ashley herself has no such evil thoughts or other fine dust.

Only the face of a man who fights only to reclaim what he loves.

The fact that they think of Snow only as a protected object is how they are sheltered, and I know for sure.

Gyuuu, why can't my chest be tightened and my tears spill and stop?

Among the light strips emitted and the explosions of the landing strip, Snow trembles.

Without realizing that I am already completely fascinated by myself.