Sanzen no Souru Supina

"What... what is it now? It sounded like a beast roar..."

The barn, which exchanges the lower layers of the sailboat, was stretched out reminiscent of the abdominal cavity of a giant whale coming out of a gaga (torso).

As soon as I stepped in there.

I heard the remnants of the roaring noise that would echo without Theon.

It may or may not have been possible to assume that it was a melody played by the flatulence of a ship's belly hitting the sea plains.

But Zion had already felt the blood of his fellow countrymen as a resonance.

It's obviously getting closer and stronger.

It couldn't have been an illusion or an audition.

"But... roar," he said? Mmm. "

You are the one who made Zion confused.

If the devil is diving into this ship at night, then why did he give it to you?

"What the hell is going on?"

Theon twisted his neck.

The Night Demon clan takes great pride in its very birth as a species.

Nobility at birth: true Blue Blood, even those who call themselves.

Therefore the roaring and roaring of the beast firmly commands this as a barbarity to be cautious.

This will be the case in every door.

On the battlefield, or on the bed?

Either way, I reveal my beastiality.

Plus, so close.

Theon is aware of the target's blood.

They must also be aware of Zion's presence.

How Holy Sword: Though not wearing Rose Absolute, there is not one in 10,000, such as the odds that the demon can beat Zion in the same terms at night, the finest of beings.

Yet why bother to give you a roar that exalts your existence?

If you were going to ambush me, you can say you have already failed.

If you think properly, setting fire to the flammable materials and oil loaded on the ship and sinking each ship should be the best course of action.

There's no sign of that either.

What do you mean, Sion admitted the shadow forward as he carefully walked through his thoughts.

Totally abrupt.

From the sounding side of the roar, it comes this way.

What one? Defensive knife in your left hand: Put your hand on the Sternenrich pattern and cut the carp.

The inscribed starlight guardian (Sternenrich) lettering brings light.

The strange cathartic sword of Oriental tradition made a kink, and made a sound to prepare him for battle.

Although.

"Oh, Your Highness, Theon!

The shadow called Theon's name in joy.

Instead, he's waving.

"Elma...? What are you doing here?!

It was Theon who surprised me.

Why, why, in a place like this.

What the hell kind of coincidence is it that you are looking for the blood muscles of a demon at night and meet a spider princess witch?

Back to back with the confused Scion, Elma slapped her hand, just fine.

"Mr. Theon, why are you here? Ashley, aren't you with me?

"That's this line! And even though we are one heart, we are not together all four or six times! There's no public or private confusion!

"Alas, I wonder if you two have been trapping and playing nani for the last two days."

"Well, that's right. Pfft, it's better to be private, because you've been hanging around lately, I don't know..."

In contrast to Elma's mix, Scion, who stuck it straight from the front, makes a good excuse.

Defeating the princess of the earthspider in a tongue battle is an impossible art for Zion.

It is the epitome of character.

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't have to tell everyone. Better than that! Now, is it okay to interpret that Your Highness and Ashley have a priority over private life and are acting differently?

Poom, and again, slapping his hand, "This is convenient," Elma muttered.

"Convenient, what do you mean?

"No, it's nothing. I mean, why is His Highness Theon carrying a weapon right now? Isn't that the defensive knife: Sternenrich? In the basement of Catel Island, the blade made me suffer a lot. It was a blade that cut all the psychic effects of the system, wasn't it?

Elma brings up old memories.

I don't know what life is, because a few months ago, each other's enemies were after each other's lives.

Oops, that's the thing, that's Scion.

"That's it. I don't care about the private stuff. Are you all right?"

"As you can see. As usual, you're just crazy."

If it is Elma's declaration, then Scion nods.

But, and Elma.

"Did they ask you if you were safe... is there any disturbing direction?

Elma asked about the circumstances in which Zion came all the way down to the barn with his weapon.

Um, and Scion.

"Then I felt something trembling in the blood of the devil at night."

"Aaya!

From Elma's mouth, a classic voice once leaked.

That was... a blind spot, the thought on my face.

Elma was completely oblivious to the presence of the "blood resonance” that Zion felt in his fellow countrymen.

"What's up, Elma?!

Theon's eyes were also rounded by Elma's sudden cry.

Naturally, stare.

"Hey, haha, haha, yeah, did you?

"Damn, it's obviously suspicious behavior. How's it going?

Elma's gaze swims through the universe.

Theon speaks of concern.

"Oh, no, look, I'm so smart... don't worry about it, okay?

The deception of using one's own head array is, I see, quite novel.

But Theon just snorted a lot.

"Anyway, there's a sign of the Night Devil from around here. We have to search."

"Yeah, it's... it's not your fault? Hola, look, there is, isn't there? Lost in mind, illusions, recoil that has endured privacy for a long time."

"Unfortunately, only as far as this feeling is concerned, it is not"

To Zion's assertion, Elma felt a sweat dripping down her spine.

I thought I'd discover it sooner or later, but there's an order for every thing.

I've eaten so much, Ashley, I'd be in trouble if it wasn't for you!

"And, by the way, where is Mr. Ashley?

Suddenly changing the subject, Elma tries to change Zion's spearhead.

"? Whatever you're doing, Elma, Ashley went to call you. but now that I'm here, it was a waste of time. If you found out it was empty...... aren't you waking up to slap Norman right now?

"Ahhh."

The princess blushed blatantly at the timing of the unexpected appearance and the hunch of Park Xinren's intrusion.

And it showed up where the two beautiful princesses were having such unbitten conversation plays.

Missili, with the blur of the ceiling, the dreaded beast steps onto the stage.

A real miscast.

Yes, it is an inclusive beast.