Sanzen no Souru Supina

"There and... this is my castle/aerial garden: the throne of the Gulf Chevalier."

"I don't think so. I was hoping you could lend me the dragon princess: the refuge of His Highness the Woldragoon. That's how I got over it."

"Words are the only thing... but now the place where the Originals sit is my throne. And I am the king. Call me Your Majesty, not Your Highness."

It was a gentle columnar corridor in the sun.

Agantilis, that also leaves the designs of the shitty ripening (raunchy) period of civilization so vivid nowadays very few places in the terrestrial world.

So this can't be the ground.

This is an empty garden once detached from the ground.

This world: some floating islands, floating in the skies of Worlds End.

A secret frontier protected by a polarizing barrier (screen) and a cloud junction.

One of them, the aerial gardens: the story resumes from the Gulf Chevalier.

The Lord of Floating Island: Woldragoon enjoyed the hunt this day before descending into his castle.

From a cloud dragon (cloud dragon) with huge wings and tails, it turns into a favorite costume combining armor and dress, and proceeds to walk between the thrones to reign on.

That's where I saw it.

One pregnant woman lays her back on the throne in disgrace.

"Who?"

A low, roaring voice was naturally leaked (too).

"Who's there, too? Why, there you are."

The pregnant woman seemed to be asleep.

Beauty (biboo) that doesn't seem like something in this world.

Beautiful flesh, as if it had come out of the painting, is complete.

Only the hair that emits light on the silver seems to be the hair of a bird, which may have been unfortunate as a woman...... no, rather that imbalance is what makes her beauty stand out perfectly.

"Get up."

But even before its super-dimensional beauty, Wold did not condone it.

The Dragon Nation is, without exception, the king in which one individual can unite his country.

Paradoxically speaking, it is the dragons who were born (yes) as kings in this world.

Whether that's true or not, I don't know.

But at the very least, the dragons all believed that without exception, and they will continue to fight to prove that they are in fact the only king of their kind.

That's the way of life, the dragon itself.

What's more, they have all that recklessness - a powerful charisma to name a king and a combat capability to destroy 10,000 troops in an instant.

Yet.

If you go to the ground for the first time, indulge in the taste of hunting and blood, and go home - isn't there a woman occupying the throne?

What were the ministers doing?

In the first place, this woman, where did she spring from?

It's a lie when it comes to whether such a natural question never went past the back of your brain.

No, more than that.

There was a priority for Urd.

"Get up. And back off."

That's my spot, get out of there immediately - words like that burst out of Wold's lips with a hot exhalation.

It was unbearable for Uld to ask questions while the throne was occupied unauthorized as something that would bring him into the dragon's bloodstream.

But the reply from the opposing woman was exciting.

Ugh, and after a small groan.

"This is... good morning... and welcome home... Your Highness Woldragoon"

It's like this is our home, and the woman just said that the place she's sitting right now is a better seat than she is.

Uld could only hear the sound of Kanabukuro hanging up.

So, this will be an earlier conversation.

"Apologize for your disrespect and return the throne to me immediately. That way, I'll at least wipe you out of the world without suffering. By my" Hiragana. "

"Oh, my God... you've been so disrespectful to me."

But the woman frowned like she was in trouble and tilted her little neck to show.

For once, only what I apologize for is in my mouth.

"What shall we do? I can't stand anymore."

To appeal to her weight, the woman showed her own protruding belly.

Each time, the phosphorescent light scatters, and the blades of pure white do not appear.

It was at that moment that Wold felt the chills on his spine.

Its chills chilled inside my fiercely dyed head.

This guy, he's not a human.

Or not even our Dragon Clan.

"Who is Omae? First name, first name."

"Oh, well, what shall we do, what I have done? I can't believe I'm late for my pivotal name to rent a maternity home..."

Then, in advance, the woman named herself with a grin that was too perfect and uncomfortable.

"My name is Irisberda Lachmaison. Some of the people who know me are called" the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth "and so on... to summon me and others who will save the world... but only the Gate (Portal) to bring my ideal home down to the earth."

"The Gate (Portal)"... you say?

Wold, the blood muscle of an old dragon, knows.

Likewise, the old word - the word "portal" - means.

That was far more contradictory and inherited from prehistoric civilization than during the Agantilis period.

It is a word that points to the dimensional passage that once connected "Ideal Town (Garden)" to the ground and its entrance.

The Agantilis period people gave a bloodpath to its exploration and resurrection.

He was sealed up and tried to reclaim the landscape of the Ideal Home (Garden).

And their attempts were quite successful, and the other half, however, evoked a nasty ending.

That is, the manifestation of Bloom Tide and Your Lord.

The Hole of Disaster - The Gate (Portal) - which caused the world to change due to the awesome paranormal phenomenon that destroys the worldview and the surrogate executor of Nerd.

I didn't know you would call it that.

This woman is crazy.

Moment after moment, Wold was convinced.

It's dangerous.

What to do, just for a moment, hesitate.

Do you want to solve the incarnate (avatar) powers and erase the Dragon Nation from its original appearance?

Or do you want to settle now with a demon sword on your lower back?

Either way, I must rule out this disrespectful ten-million-dollar craziness, but it pisses me off to tarnish the throne room.

Gran Chevalier - I don't want to round a group of commemorative tapestries that I've never removed since I won this garden.

Mad woman as I spotted such a grip on Wold: Illis spread a smile.

"Now you've been thinking about something very scary, haven't you?

"Have you noticed? But it's almost time. The death of Xama is a matter of decision."

Instead of breaking into the Dragon Clan's stronghold, he sat down and swept away.

The glance of the exasperating Uld had the sharpness to shoot a human, but the opposing "Virgin of the Rebirth” returned it without a small shake.

"I know that's hard... but can't you really, really lend me a house? At least until“ this way "settles down."

"This is not some temple or church nursery. In the first place, Xama is out of line. You think this kind of cross paper ripping is going to work?"

Shifting, Uld finally pulled the knife.

The Devil's Sword that he came from the end of the East: Kukamigiri has a loose opposite with a single blade.

The length of the body does not extend to the long sword, but it boasts enough cleavage to stand on the rock without conducting the Spindle.

One day, it was a triumph from the royal clan of earthspiders (let him be) who set a despicable trap and tried to make Wold his own, along with armor made from dragon clan leather.

"At least thank me because I'll slash you not to suffer. Hives. After being slaughtered, he steps, walks, and then leaves for the first time. This is Kukamigiri's trick. An unknown sword."

From Urd's throat, still holding the figure of a pre-adult girl, there was a familiar voice for murder.

But he couldn't get rid of his smile without being stuck in the blade.

Instead, I made a face that I came up with something better.

Pong, and even punch both hands to show.

"Oh, yeah, I was. I was completely oblivious! Yes, I had another favor to ask."

"No way, you bastard!! The question is over!! Sickness (and) Death!!

Gunn, and the instant Uld packed his time with an unnoticed quickness - a special way of walking known as shrinkage.

A cracking sound of space sounded, and it appeared.

Automatic knights of giant bodies, with pure white bodies.

That's what comes down swinging weapons to block Wold's path.

"Hey, Xama, wasn't it a human?

Uld screamed as he dived through the bamboo grove as he ran through the heavy-mass attack that was then protruding, fleshing to Illis.

And unleash the moves.

"Can you prevent this machete from even retreating?! Demon Blade: Ghost Break (Kamitachi) Blade Hua Frenzy (Jinkakyoran) Huh!!

A powerful "Spindle Energy" excited in an instant is transmitted to the blade.

Watermark carving of cherry blossoms floating around your body.

Hades of luminescence do not occur until the moment of release because the user is working out, or because the energy conductivity of the blade is different digits again?

And then Uld let go, diving through the enemy with exactly the momentum of the wind fury.

Flash of Maximum Depth.

It becomes a converging thin line, with white flashes burning between the thrones late.

The mystery of the special that cleaves the divine protection just as much as the paper (...) directly struck Iris - and the next moment, the fog scattered.

Wold will never forget the amazement of that time.

Illis was just overwhelmed by a slice of thin silk that he could never prevent using any shield or armor.

"Stupid...... na"

Relieved and precisely in a state of forgotten remnants, Uld is defeated.

First, psychologically.

Then, physically.

The arms of the automatic knights, stretched from all sides, crawled Uld to the ground.

To date, it has been more than 1,000 years since I was born in this world.

Uld's eyes burn to a humiliation he has never tasted before.

"Yee-haw!!! No more forgiveness!!

Uld barked in an attempt to unravel the incarnation and unleash the original "Hiragana".

If he had regained the dragon tribe as it were, how powerful the Automatic Knights would have been, he would never have been safe.

It is a dragon clan that reaches a maximum length of thirty meters.

Wold is small, but if he looks like a dragon. Still there are twenty meters.

If I were to say that the heart would be as big as a small carriage, would it be a guide to things?

With the thunderous breath of my Lord, I will return everything to ashes in an instant - and I intended to do so.

But I couldn't fulfill it.

Because Iris stroked Urd's head, which burns and shakes in anger.

Be gentle, be gentle.

Then what do you think?

As you look around, the "Spindle Energy" of the Uld that was being collected volatilizes.

"What..."

Urd learned the most humiliating thing about his lips being stunned for the second time today.

"Hey, you shouldn't have, Wold"

I should have just sat on the throne and said "I can't stand up".

Trying to protect what dwells in the womb, he sat down by Wold, and Iris continued, gently wearing his hair.

"Please, lend me this house for a while. And... please be generous..." this one ”needed nourishment... and it's special."

This woman - I feel so sorry for her - makes me unnecessarily angry.

Uld showed them spitting his tuba as he was ambushed.

Why, I can't be a dragon figure, I don't know.

Iris even smiled at such an attitude of disobedience and continued.

Well, with the ease of talking even tomorrow's weather.

"Doesn't His Majesty have a dragon ball? He really wants to be eaten... I don't have it with me because I'm not a dragon."

Does “this way" mean that the foetus in the abdomen is inferred from the technique of stroking the lower abdomen?

So, Iris suggested.

Truth is, it was already compulsory.

"I was wondering if you could give me something of Mr. Wold's."

Wold no longer knows whose scream echoes on the throne.

On this day, the Aerial Garden: Gulf Chevalier fell into the hands of the “Virgin Mary of the Rebirth”.