Sanzen no Souru Supina

I don't think I'm "beautiful" about that sight, maybe I've already gone mad.

Such suspicion passed the back of my brain, even in an instant.

Deep in the trantrim that has broken through every obstacle and finally arrived.

Ashley saw it on the terrace of an architecture that should be called the Pandemonium, a strange tower that stood there.

A warm, luminous presence that emits a clear light.

The figure of a mother who exposes herself to perfectly groomed nakedness at all costs, even a smile of pleasure, and strokes her own lower abdomen with great tension.

The presence caressed by its fingertips manifests part of it directly without going through the birth canal, that is, the radiant wings through the flesh of England.

Twelve wings, made of light particles, hang slowly.

The strange investigation that leaks off the lips of Illis is - or is it a babysitting song?

More than anything else, what was to be feared was the sight that seemed beyond the light wheel (Hallow) she carried on her back.

Oh, my God, even if I should.

Oh, yeah, Ashley comes to think of it.

That is the landscape of the kingdom of heaven.

of paradise.

of Ideal Town.

Most places don't exist in the world.

That's what bounds her, and it's at best real.

If she wins, that sight will descend into this world.

"You've come a long way."

The voice came from those who set forth their shining presence.

From above the horse, whose whole body was covered with pure white armor, the knight, who likewise consolidated himself in armor, called.

No, if you want to be accurate, this statement is incorrect.

He was not straddled by horses.

It was his limbs that were already united with that of a ridden horse who believed.

Everything in his flesh was already armor itself to be battlefield with.

His very existence was already the embodiment of the ideal of a knight.

And on top of that ideal, that glowing Virgin sits.

"Yugadir"

Ashley called.

The name of the knight.

As a knight.

But now Ashley was too dirty to stand alongside him.

It's not just about sweat.

Mud and dust, the contents of war dust, returning blood and organs, and the sin of being here as an invader, beating down all the people who might have been involved.

If it were Ashley as she used to be, she could have broken it with guilt and shame before she stood here like this.

Contrast the brilliance of your opponent with what you look like.

But for some reason, Ashley doesn't think so at all.

I don't think so. So much so that I'm going to be crazy and even bitter.

Because.

I'm proud of you.

Because the sight I am seeing now was once the fact that Yugadir was about to unravel the secrets of the world, with his true ideals still in his chest, and the very truth that all those who live in this world "have been unconsciously distracted".

That "beauty" that now spreads in front of me is the very responsibility someone threw away.

This is what the selfish Nerd itself has been accumulated.

It is the likeness of that ideal town that is the "Nerd" snail in the “Garden".

Visualized and accumulated, it's the "Doing It" itself.

So let's not deceive anymore.

That sight can't be "Someone's Nerd" or something like that.

That's "Everybody's Lost".

of the back of one's mind that no one can perceive.

Nevertheless, he was always on the back of a man's life and kept being stiffened.

It manifests itself, in reality, in small human behavior.

A trick.

Word on the line.

to the bias of thought.

It's about Hiraki, who deflects and changes the world little by little, without anyone noticing.

The only time people think about it is when it comes to an irrevocable stage when it becomes an unbearable tide.

Many humans call this "era" and learn it.

I don't even think that I've been "unconsciously involved" in it.

flowing into the turbulence.

Okay, then.

What if there was someone who would take that... that unconscious "twist," take it down, take it down, and automatically -- even while people were sleeping -- keep changing it?

Yes - a disease rather than being pushed away by the "wave of times."

Small enough not to see, not to touch, not to hear, not to smell, not to taste, of course.

If something like that sucked up the 'twist' behind my head a little bit and automatically brought the world closer to its ideals... what do you think?

What if there was a presence that would do that (...) for everyone at the same time?

Like “Connector (Harness)" for example.

Like "sense of righteousness", for example.

Like "Garden" for example.

What if there was actually a mechanism (system) that could change the world by sucking up the "twist" that we couldn't put into everyone's mouth?

When it comes to this hypothesis and thinking, Ashley always thinks.

I was wondering if I was really crazy.

Instead, when I just met Isma, I know exactly why he kept saying this explanation.

Now.

It swallowed the same thought.

I'm sure there's no sight of the Nerd in front of me right now.

At that time, the manuscript entrusted to Yugadir was not in my chest.

Without previous journeys today.

Instead of believing, I wouldn't have even thought about it.

If you think so, Ashley is endlessly proud.

That I'm standing here right now.

Because.

That's because the will and "will" of the humans who have walked this far made it possible.

Because I know that the footprints of people who have believed and continued to act on their thoughts and thoughts have put Ashley and her people here to stand.

They are the ones who have allowed us to confront the world and the beings who twist their destiny the way they want and tamper with causes and even the past.

Among them is the ideal of the knight now confronting him: Yugadir, too, is there.

"I wanted to see you too."

So Ashley pushed up the face guard and said.

Call me and myself, not me.

That's because I know there's nowhere else to sweeten into this fight.

Because Ashley herself stipulated that she was a public figure who would be described in the history books as a great sinner who slaughtered and attacked and destroyed the people of Trantrim.

Because when I stood before this man, I felt intensely that he must not be at least a man who cannot shoulder his own responsibilities.

"Yugadir"

It seemed to me that Yuga's face could not be fulfilled to see the words covered in armor as well.

"When I came, I believed you."

That means, as an enemy.

But Ashley finds meaning there "as the one who entrusted the Dream".

Or it would have also been a kind of mind movement called sentiment.

But still, Ashley did ask.

"Your deeds led me here."

It is because of you, Yugadir, that I stand here.

Ashley said in that sense.

"Our encounter was unfortunate."

But Yuga said.

"I can start over"

No, Ashley denied it.

"That's a consultation I can't do, Yuga. I can't rewind the moment. It makes sense that you can't rewind it."

Because, I continued.

"I built you now because that's the moment. And his encounter with you changed me."

I have never considered my encounter with you unfortunate, etc.

Ashley runs out of words.

"So there's no need to start over."

Well, most of them looked like an awesome grin on Yuga's face.

Of course, it's just an illusion that Helm's modeling caused because he tilted his neck a little bit.

"So... can you say all that about meeting her?

Yugadir circles the horse's head.

The holy maiden sitting on its back, as she first realized then, acknowledged Ashle.

Smile.

Then I called.

"Ashledau - whom I should seek refuge. Please, come to me".

The overwhelming charisma has become the physical "Hiragana".