Sanzen no Souru Supina

How much easier would it be if I could just blade myself like this?

I look up to heaven and lie down (f), and Trao thinks about that.

It was when Norman arrived at Isma and was having a miraculous encounter.

I wonder if the sky has stained the flames with the fierce ground ringing, most of which is followed by standing columns of light, and in the sky there are multiple shimmering vales.

Is this the end of the world, or the moment of the covenant written in the Book of Genesis?

I don't know what it might be, it's just that my heart was violently disturbed.

In response to the constantly rising natural mutation, the "Dream" sprang from the sealed wound of Haz.

It was worn on Trao's chest, and it is no longer called a wound.

The center of the white, silicized periphery is a void that doesn't know where the hell it goes.

The meat is grated and the bones are invisible.

On the contrary, the hole far exceeded the thickness of Trao's flesh and overwhelmingly passed to the "other side”.

That was the Emperor Esperalgo: The Demon Gun Manipulated by Mercenario: Gangray and the Bullets Released From It: It Didn't Differ in the Power of El Ease Tails.

And it's not the blood that blows out of it.

"Dream" - Glowing. When it blows like a hot bloody tide, it dyes the trao.

Each time, Trao loses his identity.

In other words, this wound, and that bullet, would have drilled a hole in the heart or where the heart belongs, not in Trao's flesh.

Though he paid a great price for the evidence, and even temporarily, Norman has succeeded in sealing this wound.

By his own "after will", or "spindle".

"Traao!! Stick to it!! With all due respect!

Burton scolded and encouraged Trao to hold Trao's hand suffering from the spill from the wound, which opened once again.

"Gu... Mr. Burton... away, away. No more, I won't keep it. I'll blow it up..."

"Stupid mon! You must be my son! Spindle! Think of Spindle!

It was dangerous.

So I wanted you to leave.

Menace said as she lay in the sand and looked down at the trao she was suffering from.

"Dreams" is an attempt.

Omae is tested by Omae's Dream.

And when it tore, Omae was forgotten, he said.

Involve your surroundings.

The phenomenon was called Bloom Tide and Menace.

I thought you heard Burton say the same line.

Because we fought on the same battlefield together.

So, at least, I wanted to help Barton alone.

And yet, most of them are not parents or children, they are supposed to set the background for the mission (cover story), but Burton, aware of the danger, calls Trao his son, and he looks (sees) seriously.

On a painful journey, Trao only listened to Burton.

His granddaughter said he was a squire of the man Trao set as his goal, Knight: Ashledau.

He said he was in a difficult relationship at the same time.

Nevertheless, he went to the land of holy service, aware of the danger, in order to accompany him with his master as a servant.

And I lost my life.

Perhaps it was about Burton's own determination to figure out why he would fight, Trao understands.

What do you fight for?

When asked that, Trao felt like he was being punched in the chest.

At first I took it for granted for a holy mission.

But that is the guiding principle and goal given by humans, not Trao's own idea.

So... - What?

Now, this is how the untrained are keeping themselves in this world (depression).

Is that an obsession with raw?

No.

So, "The Virgin Mary of Rebirth": for Illis?

That's, come on.

But during this critical time, when I understood what it meant to disappear from the world - it was only the appearance of one girl that came back to life vividly behind Trao's brain.

Sera- - Serafina.

The boy unintentionally calls his name.

With a single hit that bet her freedom, Trao tore.

If you follow the rites of the knight, so the thought of blowing through his chest now is evil.

Menace behaved like a fine knight in a duel.

It is not permissible under any national law to dispute the outcome of an inquisition conducted in a dignified manner.

A duel is, you know, that kind of convincing killing.

And yet I can't give up - I couldn't have given up.

I've liked it since I first saw it.

It was not as if she were chronic about her privileged origins or anything, she just couldn't take her eyes off her hissing and trying so hard to elevate herself.

At the very least, before you left, you should have shared your thoughts.

But I couldn't have hoped that it would have been rejected decisively.

I postponed it on the pretext that I was too careless before my sacrament.

As a result, from now on, I will be erased.

It is not just the flesh that perishes.

Trao already understood that there was no haz that Menace meant just that by "disappearing from the world".

Losing "Dreams" becomes "Dreams," Menace said.

If you just want to destroy the flesh, you just have to kill it.

But Menace didn't.

I mean, be a Dream, what?

Swallow by Bloom Tide.

Doesn't that mean more decisive extinction?

I mean, don't you just disappear from the minds of others?

There are words written down by old philosophers about who they are.

True death is not what I'm talking about physical.

From someone's memory, that is, when it is forgotten from the heart, it becomes true.

The fact that the phenomenon of eroding oneself is now temporary by the Spindle, but the meaning of stopping the progression, confirms the correctness of the speculation.

I don't like it, truly thought Trao.

It also disappears from the heart of Serafina.

I absolutely don't like that.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I was inspiring him with the greatest force I could have a "spindle" if I noticed.

"That's right! Trao, don't give up!!

Burton encourages.

But it seemed cruelly clear to Burton that Trao as "The Spindle Capable" was still immature to watch from the outside.

I don't see the brilliance of "Spindle" in Burton, a regular person.

But the brilliance and splashing sparks that the flowing Dreams and Spindles would wake up touching were obviously visible.

It wasn't enough.

"Hiragana," not at all.

Compared to the first spill that Norman stopped, even that of the trivial, doesn't stand a tooth in the trao.

It also has something to do with not being physically and mentally sound.

And the price of the Spindle must now be paid by the debilitating Trao himself, not by Norman, the other.

Calmly analysed, the situation was already hopeless.

Isn't it the human path that keeps you waiting until you're swallowed up by Dreams?

To the point of making Burton think so, things had already progressed to a situation that would not have been left out.

So, you two didn't notice.

Riverside rock where Trao lay himself.

to the fact that the water surface immediately on its side boiled to the ground.

And that from among them was a man who appeared like a miracle of a saint slowly breaking the sea.

There is a golden commandment in her neck and both hands and feet as she holds a giant water bottle wrapped around her monk's garment.

The reddish, luxurious blonde stays put and her eyes of the same color stare at them.

So it wasn't until she spoke up that Trao and Burton would notice its presence.

"You want some help?

“Apostle of the Holy Springs": Giseltregia Aubergne carried the veil of light covering the sky, where she stood.