Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Thirty-seventh Night: Confessions of the Princess Witch

"His Royal Highness Zion. May I join you?

It was Ele who had spoken to Zion in the hallway facing the courtyard.

If you look at it, you'll have a change of clothes in your hand and you'll be ready to take a bath.

"It doesn't matter. And... well, there's something I'd like to talk to Lord Ele about."

The boat and Zion responded to this on the crossing.

Now that Ashley and the others were supposed to live under one roof, in front of the minors, the norm as an adult had to be shown, so the bathroom as a big premise was supposed to use separate things for men and women.

A few large baths beside the pool are for the women.

The small side is Ashley.

Well, it was a reasonable story from the number of people, and I would have liked to avoid mixed baths anyway as an ashle that had to stand and behave as a model for knights.

Only Scion sometimes put Ashley and Hot Tub together, but that exposed it and made a lot of noise last night.

Of course the opponent is Snow.

"Yesterday today, I just want to avoid that noise."

"My sister, who adored my sister's husband."

"Hmm... I don't know what you mean, but that little girl. Give me something grand if you're serious. I don't like the way you do things."

"Heh heh, here comes the thing"

It was Ele who was the audience for Theon's outrage these days.

In relation to knights and squires, it is a snare that Ele is cooperating with Zion's own consideration that there is no way to descend that topic on Ashley.

It should be noted that on Snow's side, Elma is in charge.

Of course, Snow of the day seems to feel bad about Elma because of his late days, but if you put it that way, he's probably distrustful of a species called the Earthspider itself.

The matter of bathing hot water had also been caught on the grounds of helping to prepare meals.

"In fact, I am more Ashley's property (things), so well, if my husband can't help it. I hate to admit it! At least I want to tell you to win your place with your own sincerity!

Speaking of which, His Highness Zion has never said such a foolishness about Athelui or His Highness Askariya.

Taking off their clothes, the two beautiful princesses conversed.

"There's no reason to be angry. Those two could only find a place in Ashley... in other words, a compatriot. Together, they dived through the dead. I risked my life and my dignity to fight for my life. Besides, did they not speak of their thoughts with kittens? If it's on top of that, I'm in the same position."

You can't monopolize and take Ashley from those women.

Ele laughed bitterly at Zion, to say the least.

"What. Are you crazy?"

"No. After I once joined forces, I thought about why I lost to His Highness. I think I just got to the answer."

"I don't know, I don't know."

"We were on a mission then. I was clouding my eyes with jealousy that Isma had been taken away, saying it was revenge. They took it, you thought. But His Royal Highness was already ahead of us."

"Don't get me wrong, Lord Ele. The truth is that I didn't even think that I would feel this way. In fact, I think a man who puts two strands on a woman sucks. But when you ask me if I can take possession of the size of a man named Ashley..."

"I can't do that," he said.

Theon nodded vaguely, um, to Ele's response earlier.

To the way it looked, Ele gave her a soft smile like she'd never seen before.

I shrugged.

"I want to be like His Highness Theon, too."

"Hmm?"

Losing track of the story, Theon looked suspicious.

No, no, that's not what I meant, Ele.

"I love Ashley, it's not like that."

"Oh, oh, well. Good for you. Good, but... if not, what does that mean, Lord Ele"

We'll protect each other's borders, so we can clear up our misunderstandings before Ele restarts the conversation.

"My husband... it's about Isma"

Scion slipped his legs into the ele blushing his cheeks as he soaked in the hot tub, instantly drowning.

sounded amazing anyway.

"Laho, laho... Izma, you mean?

"Are you all right, Your Highness?! That's right. We need to have a wider heart. And let us not narrow the size of the vessels of those we serve."

Izma's vessel, Theon unexpectedly took a long shot at the story.

Probably like staring into the deep universe, those are eyes.

"Your Highness Theon? Your Highness Theon?"

"Oh, oh, a vessel? Is that the right amount of work for you? Ha ha. Isma's... vessel."

Theon imagined a vessel that revealed Isma in his brain.

Avant-garde art?

When I twisted my neck, Ele laughed bitterly again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, well, well, I didn't doubt their thoughts!

"I know, Your Highness. Bottomless, you want to say?

Ele laughed and showed it as she peered into the contents of Zion's head.

Perhaps Scion wonders if it corrects the nuances that should be eating wrong in the subtleties.

"No bottom or no bottom..."

"Lately, then, I'm afraid. It's going to get a lot farther."

But apart from such Zion's thoughts, Ele spoke of the anxiety she had in her chest.

"I feel that His Royal Highness Zion's reputation for being out of the bottom is shooting straight. Here... what can I say. There are times when Isma feels like nothing these days."

The earthspider princess was trembling with her shoulders.

The most murderous assassin denomination that made its name known by fear: Sion tasted the thought that his chest could be tightened to such an appearance of Ele, who should have been one of Civili Sumeri's preme murderers.

"Nothingness or something... no, I don't have that. Oh, look, it's just a no-misso tease!

"His Highness Theon has never touched Isma's heart! That's what I can say!

All of a sudden, I became a princess witch language and Ele ate and hung me up.

That's just Scion. I can only peel my eyes off too.

"Oh, excuse me... I've been rude"

The way you managed to get yourself back, Ele returns it.

But I went on.

"But His Highness Theon can laugh like that because he has never touched Isma's heart. I've seen Elma and I have seen her."

Ele relaxed, remembering the puppet needle he had planted on Isma one day and the contents of Isma drawn by it.

Theon sees tears there.

"Every time I have a puppet needle thrown as atonement through the Spindle... I can see it. I feel it. I opened my mouth in that one deep abyss. Huge crooks. How's it going?"

Theon immediately apologized, understanding what type of anxiety Ele had swallowed up in his body, always without breaking his calm and sedentary attitude.

"Ele, Lord Ele... I'm sorry, I was impudent. That anxiety is no different from mine. I'm sorry. Forgive me, you're right."

I shook Ele for the first time, no, to Scion, who bowed his head frankly.

The trick was still sufficient to make Ele feel she had not lost her temperament as a pitiful native princess.

Then I turned to Theon and said.

"I don't feel disheartened or disrespected. I tell you this... not so."

Make sure you decide what you want. Ele looked straight at Zion.

"It is not... I want His Highness Zion and Ashley to unite their hearts strongly before we become like Isma."

Words from Ele did not lead to the incomprehension of Zion.

But that's why Theon tastes the pain of being pierced through his chest.

"Isma and her sisters..."

Oh, and Ele nods.

"We cannot fill the hole penetrated at the bottom of that one's heart. That's what the mind wore, the will, or the soul ripped into sorrow and despair. He repaired the giant hole with his own" Hiraki "and managed to maintain his current snail."

Theon's eyes took a serious light on the essence of Izma, the information about its interior, spoken from Ele.

"Bottomless, that's what's right. Perhaps, much farther away, Isma was revived beyond her limits. I don't know if that's what Spindle means... but I don't know if it's homogeneous to Ashley's Soul."

And

"At that price, I was broken a vessel called my heart. So now his mind is just acting like it's moving once it manages to gather the shattered fragments and connect them."

To unexpected information, Theon can only breathe.

"So..."

"I think he's more aggressive in trying to relate to the truth about the world because he's going to jump into a dead place because he's going to burn his heart and fight -- maybe if he doesn't, he can't keep the contents leaking out of the cracks of a crushed vessel anymore."

Continuously, Theon holds Ele's flesh.

Even though it was in the water, its skin was trembling and cold as ice.

"My lord Zion... I feel the same smell as Isma on a man named Ashle. So, so..."

His Royal Highness wants Ashley's heart to be stopped by this side of the Soul.

Ele's whisper was a plea (cancer).

Theon nods deeply, understanding what confession means.

Oh, oh, and nothing.

"If you don't, Ashle will one day, like Isma..."

Ele leans over to be attacked by a horrible imagination.

But Zion's response to it was full of joy that would blow the weight of the topic that had been submitted.

"Leave it to me, Lord Ele. I'm not letting Ashley act like Isma! Absolutely! First of all, if you end up like a tampon with such a no miso tease... there's nothing but despair!

Perhaps that was quite a curse.

Yet Ele is spraying by accident.

It was too much of a target.

"I laughed! Lord Ele, you're laughing! It would be! It would have been a star!

Uncomfortable with Theon's point, Ele finally started laughing.

Even with a weeping laugh, still, this is how humans walk.