Sanzen no Souru Supina

I thought I heard a growl (like this) somewhere.

Ashley is now single, going to the barn.

This is another route from the entrance used by Zion.

Elma's private room, which she visited to ask for backup, was a stuffed shell.

I had a bad feeling.

If I suppress my deviant mind and reward Norman, this one offered to give orders and escorts to the captain and senior navigators, and to monitor their movements on decks and cabins.

This is true even for regiments that choose the commander class as their first target, especially if it is like a vehicle operated with special technology like a ship.

At times of need, I want Norman to act with the captains as much as possible, even as a skilled sailor.

However, I want to keep information-sharing to a minimum in order to avoid unnecessary confusion.

That's what Ashley wished for.

Norman accepted this immediately.

Ashley was ideal as a person heading for reinforcements to the barn.

Being much smaller than Norman.

The use of Scion. The fact that Hilary the Demon/Bat is nostalgic and cannot leave.

I see, adults are so narrow that they need to move back and forth.

In a body as much as Norman's, it could even inadvertently be stuck in the aisle and unable to move.

Furthermore, with Hilari, it is possible to communicate with Zion even if it is limited.

This is an irreplaceable advantage when working together.

And what was decisive was the favor of the night.

By sharing his heart with Theon, Ashle, no, had gained enough vision to see even in the dark night.

It was determined that there were no more suitably suited persons to be searched without bringing in sparks on board a narrowly flammable vessel.

I said, "Yes, you are."

"Yes."

Ashley snorts forcefully, if he is entrusted.

The slender, easy to retrieve small sword was a weapon that the Extrum Pope's Agency had adopted in a controlled fashion.

Aware of the battle in the palace, it is also a tame weapon that I practiced to the point of disliking with my childhood friend Eunice.

In addition, during the past few months, Ashle also did a lot of training in fighting and sleeping skills, which she didn't like Isma, Aska and Scion against.

As a result, it grew to the point of gaining confidence that the enemy would not easily take lag, no matter what.

Moreover, nowadays, the effect of the covenant of the war maiden (Valikillies pact), which I signed with Aska, has enhanced its physical and spiritual clarity.

The effects have clearly increased since that night, when it was unprecedented in Aska's mind.

"Well, maybe it's unparalleled, and, well, you're deep, and, well, because you came into me, already,"

I was told by the way I hung up.

Ashley feels like a sinful person.

Just because it was absolutely necessary, it revealed a woman's heart.

I have no words as a man when he tells me to thank him for "coming in" or something like that.

Strongly aware of Smyre, the scent of Aska's "spindle" inside his flesh, Ashle stepped down to the barn.

That's when I heard it.

Voices like those of a catch-up beast.

I didn't hesitate, I pulled the knife.

On the left hand side is a buckler borrowed from one of the navigators.

This small circular shield, reinforced with a posterior spike, treasures in these phases because it is lightweight and well-rounded, on the other hand, which requires proficiency.

Smallswords are often trained in pairs, and this one was naturally a weapon familiar to Ashley's hands from before her squire years.

Now, watch out for the swinging scaffolding, Ashley proceeds.

And I found it.

Perhaps the identity of the voice that is sometimes heard from earlier.

For God's sake, his lord had fallen.

"?! Snow?! Hey, why, why...!!

Ashle remembered the shock of being hit in the head with a hammer.

Unable to understand reality well, unspoken evil speaks.

Put your sword away and run over.

If you hold up the trembling body, she is sweating softly, moisturizing her eyes and crying.

No, no, no, no, no.

Behind the unfit lips of the roots of his teeth, he repeatedly scratches desperately.

Without knowing why, Ashle can put her strength into her arms.

Snow clinging, like a frightened beast child.

Why, why, why, why, why, why, why are you here?

Surely Ashley would have been confused, too.

I would have wolfed.

But it was Snow who was really about to break.

It was unintentional.

I was caught up to the point where there was nothing more I could do.

Tremble, no tears, no saliva, no sweat, no stopping.

Suddenly there, he was called by name.

The next moment I was held.

The current ran through my whole body and my flesh spasmed (convulsions) independently of my will.

Think of it, there's been a hug like this before.

The first time was in the first encounter.

Ashley assembled the snow she had eaten without difficulty.

As a last resort, I remember biting.

And I tasted his blood and his melted dreams there.

The second time, right after that, was when their squad slashed into the center of the trantrim.

I was reminded of the difference between a battlefield and a real place of death that I had heard and imagined as a story.

It touched the reality of his - the burning Spindle in Ashley and what lies ahead - Soul.

Maybe that's when I got mesmerized.

Until then, I couldn't keep myself desperately fixing it in an adult tone.

I was shown the difference as an overwhelming being (beeing).

When I deal with him and the humans surrounding him, I feel like I can't help but go back to my child.

That again makes me angry and furthers my behavior like a waster.

It was a vicious cycle.

But Snow hasn't noticed.

Why would I waste time in front of Ashley?

Was it right that I hadn't noticed?

And today, I got my third hug.

The moment I was embraced, I knew.

No, the truth is, when you stood up and covered yourself from the English spirit's suicide bombing on that hill, you already knew.

I just didn't want to admit it.

This is not how I followed you even on a smuggling trip to keep an eye out.

I was afraid they'd leave me.

Because... that's...

So my hands grab this human.

"Ah, ah, Ashley. Me, me, me..."

Thoughts that went out to his throat, but Ashley wouldn't let me finish.

Suddenly, he was pushed down.

No, that's not true.

He was sheltered from being held in his arms.

The world circled, not knowing what had happened.

Zlari, and the sound of the blade being pulled out continued the shock of the wood crushing.

"Snow, after me!

Ashle commands.

Faster than I understood, I was turned back so that I could be thrust by a powerful arm.

In a confused vision, Snow sees.

Where the hell did you emerge from?

External skin when bright white body hair and armor.

A form so evil that it doesn't seem like it belongs in this world.

Jaw gate with sharp fangs stripped out.

It was an abominable being who took her mother from Snow.