Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Dear citizens of the Vibronze Empire, citizens of Heliatium. Why are we here tonight? That's not to cross the blades with you."

When the luminosity of light, which was blooming repeatedly at about 300 meters over the heliatium, dived into the ringing, and the sound of ease retreated to match it, and the aftermath completely disappeared from the atmosphere.

─ ─ The man showed up.

The half-moon stage where the man stands is organized in white painted wood.

Thousands of round-tails are arranged at the bottom of the stage, and the stage moves over it.

Looks like a marble building in the distance. It is to thousands of soldiers to pull it off, an animal that can look up and twist huge fangs = elephants.

In a world where the light of fireworks that until then had suppressed the darkness had gone out and only starlight, bonfires lighting the positions of the Osmadra Imperial Army and a strange source of light distributed on stage clearly illuminated the figure of a man standing there alone.

"Gentlemen - gentlemen who live in an eternal capital that is thousands of years old. I, Osmahim Imrabetor Osmadra, have spoken with you, and I have spoken with you tonight to exchange cups."

It was a good voice.

He was a grand figure.

The golden Skyle Mail, which colours the whole body, was the traditional arm of the warriors of Aram, but Osmahim put it together. It uses dragon scales as its material.

The people of the Osmadra Empire have their origins in the Plateau Land: Alcatria.

This stunning golden armor is a delicacy that the founding fathers of the Osmadra Empire said to have used to lump the remains of the golden dragon nestled in the ancient aerial gardens on the top of the alpine mountains, further into the highlands.

Weaving feathers over its golden glowing armor is a waking lapis lazuli colored long coat.

Large-wrapped pure white turban at the top of the head.

One emerald with as much decoration as a clenching fist, and one long stretching decorative blade belongs to a firebird that lives far away on a dark continent.

And the people of Heliatium did hear the man lift up the cup poured of wine, and call unto themselves.

On the triple walls of the city and the suburbs, not only about 5,000 soldiers entrusted with the defense of the land, but also many citizens, had arrived to see the sight.

Ashley was sensing with her own hands the correctness of her perception that it was like a festival.

Just one thing, if there's anything different about it, it's that this festival is not for the people to lead.

Tonight's festival is just something dedicated to one person.

In other words, it is for a man who has just spoken from above the stage of White Asia.

The folks do not stand one shudder at the evidence, but listen to the next word of Osmahim as if he were a dog waiting for the owner's signal, peeling off his eyes and watching his feet one by one as he eats in.

Ashle wrapped her tongue around the awesomeness of her technique (arte) as a ruler of a man named Osmahim, who, once from the festival of light and sound, produces so much silence (smudge) that her ears ache and delivers her own words.

Where will be the dawn of such a magnificent and magnificent battle?

A few kitrels should definitely be away at a straight distance, but Ashle felt Osmahim's voice speak as if up close.

No, on the contrary, even in the binoculars, the appearance of a man who looked only as good as a bean grain was enlarged, seemingly poking in his consciousness with clarity and vibrancy.

It is clear, indeed, that the man's standing stage serves to echo amplify and magnify the audio.

That mobile stage has the same role as the theatrical stage.

But that's not all.

There was something special about Osmahim's words that were now directed at an audience that could be heard in solitary spit across or just above the triple walls of Heliatium.

I don't know if this is what it conveys, but - yes, I can't help but hear it like an excellent story, I can't help but read on, that "here".

Without fear of misunderstandings, "Hiragana" exists at the time of demonization.

That gave Ashley goosebumps.

"Well, for a human man, that's pretty good."

"Huh. Well, let's just say it's not as good as Isma's, but it's not something I can do."

However, the ratings from the earthspider sisters watching each other as they pressed each other on the top floor of the narrow tower were not in the same direction as Ashle's.

That drew me back to the consciousness I was about to be drawn to Osmahim's story.

"So... is it as good as Izma?

Ashley, who felt that there was no other king to hit such an event at the dawn of the battle, asked roughly.

I was intrigued by the war of Isma (oh sardines), which the princess witches and sisters of the earthspiders talk about.

Speaking of which, it seems that Isma was experiencing a great deal of adventure in Isma as Ashle and Zion spent their female days in the woods of Heliatium.

To help Ele captured by the assassination denomination of everything, I have heard that Elma and just two of them have finally fallen their home base in the face of a swarm of mighty assassins.

Isma's story was too exciting to know what to trust, and there was a sad love affair with the true knight maiden I met along the way: Rattegart, and Ashle, who had shunned, did not deserve the opportunity to hear the topic seriously......

"Stupid. Don't make Isma's battle the same as yours. You're not."

Isma-sama is clearer.

In response to Ashley's question, Ele and Elma answered the dissonance.

So how is it different?

More and more inspired by curiosity, Ashle tried to argue, again tickling her pride as a human man as well.

"We both lift Isma, but Osmahim's performance is unlikely to be brilliant. There is no such thing as a monarch, nor an arrow, eagling the hearts of the folk grass of enemies to be conquered without a single match."

I laughed and replied, "Did you spot the anti-bone spirit of the young knight, as Ele sees his brother's sister would do? Huh.

"The Man: Let's admit Osmahim is an outstanding Yingjie. Even in our earthspider world, the battle of ordinary people is not so different. If it means a rare hero, there are a few men at a time. It's a masterpiece. I admit it there."

"One of its conditions is to eagle the hearts of the people rather than defeat the enemy generals to fascinate this. Something that's clearing it up. We praise him first and foremost."

But Elma, who succeeded Ele, said.

"Isma, your way of doing things goes on top of that."

Right, and Ele nods too.

"Who else can think of, such as dropping their castle backwards and attacking the enemy? (TERMINATION) The beauty of Naruto (FALL) at the end. Besides, it rained gold and silver treasures on the cost of repairing the damaged enemy fortress. Have you ever seen a castle attack like that?

I couldn't comprehend the words of the two beauties speaking with a tranced look while loving and holding Ashle's head, or holding her left arm close to her breasts.

What's the tactic of dropping your own castle from the top to attack an enemy fortress?

Besides, what kind of battle is it to pay for repairs on the spot?

Sighing that Ele hasn't done so yet, Elma hugs Ashle to treat such a lovely animal with a question mark floating in her face.

"I wish I could find a way to do that. When all the manipulations that are not locks are learned beforehand, I am in trouble. I don't know if I can teach you two dirt spiders all the way before you finish the King's Road."

With the momentum to recapture his favorite stuffed animal, Zion held Ashle's left hand back.

This is a dragon-skinned cage hand, albeit armored: Garang Darla, so it conveys the feel and temperature of your chest.

"Oh, dear Sion, are you burning yourself to qi (* yakimochi thing)?

"Heh heh, we're not in the same company during this time. It's not good to be alone."

"Well, then! That would be classified!

I don't know what sort of alchemical changes have happened in the last few days, but maybe the relationship between the earthspider princesses and Theon is deepening.

And in that case, Ashle had already finished learning from experience that it would be better not to mention much about the relationship between women.

But isn't it a little too escalating today that I did that?

"Ooh, don't bake it. Well, with Snow, I've been watching you a lot lately."

"Nah, what the fuck!

"Hey, hey, hey, guys! Calm down, oh, calm down! I'm kind of curious about your peers and all that as far as you're concerned, but now focus on the battle in front of you! Concentrate!

Finally, Ashley waited for the conversation between the three of them.

To Ashle's cry Ele laughs Niyanya, while Elma inadvertently closes her eyes, and Zion obeys as she raises her eyebrows.

Ashley wonders if everyone really knows.

"But right. We have to assume that there are ways to do that."

Ashle snapped, butting the women who were likely to resume a tongue fight if she opened her mouth.

Pull through the right arm the subtle ele was holding and touch her chin with her fingers.

"What's that way?

It was Theon who asked.

"All of a sudden a great power is thrown over the city, or something."

Reflectively Ashle mouths an immature idea in her head.

"For example?"

It was pursued as a matter of course.

"... a flying ship, like, maybe?

Ashle answered Zion's query with her ideas in mind.

I think it sounds like a kid's idea myself.

Of course, I'm not sure.

But in the stories I used to read about the true knight's maidens coming to take the soul of a human hero, there was only such a ship in the illustration (though).

It is a winged sailboat.

"It may seem like a joke, but if Isma uses her castle like a castle hammer, no wonder the true knight maidens have put out about a ship that flies"

You can laugh at me, but Ashley closed the conversation, but none of the women, including Theon, laughed at Ashley.

"That's a possible story."

"Considering the fireworks technology, if it's put into action, the city will be a sea of fire. That fireball has a radius of 150 meters."

Rather, it is convincing and agreeable that it has returned.

Ele and Elma even glanced quickly.

"I'm going to hit something right now..."

"We've already got a few means to fight the air force... but it seems easier to boost them."

Ashley was surprised that her ideas and ideas were received as something of a light reality.

"No, not yet, not sure"

"There's enough reality to talk about Omae right now."

"And there's no way to prevent an attack that the prevention side thinks is impossible."

Quick to say, the earthspider princess sisters vanished into darkness as they got out of the tower.

Shadows or illusions.

Spare room was created in the space on the tower, which was narrowly painful along the way.

"He's gone"

'Cause that's who I am.'

Ashle snapped at the back of her sisters as she flew from roof to roof and quickly saw them.

"This, if things move from here, how are we supposed to work together?

"Don't worry. I left the yarn for when I had trouble."

Shion said as he moved the large spider that was crawling over Ashley's head into his palm and changed it further onto Ashley's.

Ashle felt it for a moment with a cheerful face because she didn't want Scion to see how nervous she was about one bug.

This is a special spider that at best acts as a voice transmitting tube that communicates each other's voices through yarn.

He is also Elma's half-body and user demon, just as Hilari for Zion is.

No matter how out of common sense you are a big spider, you can't handle it underneath.

The battle that awaits from here is unimaginable.

I'm not going to talk about it if I'm surprised at this extent.

"I guess the battle from here on out will be exactly like the one in the dream, in the story, in the sense that beings that were supposed to be fantastic will emerge with the real ones"

You spotted inside Ashle's chest, Theon said with a smile on his face.

"It's as if the Closing Corridor was overflowing... so that the stories that we've been fighting and diving through will erode our world?

Ashley put it into words as she came up with it.

That is an honest feeling, made to say by experience so far.

But the Princess of the Night Devil let Ashley's natural tone give her a second, serious look.

"Damn, I knew it. Don't show me a jump in ideas that would hack. Yes, you're right."

Did you admit one scale as a large vessel to the bizarre idea, Theon sees Ashle with his straight eyes?

"For example, I wonder what's important to run through it without hesitation"

"In my dreams...... something important to run through?

Hmm, Ashley roared and thought.

I also felt like I was asked what was important when I lived my obsession.

"Probably not losing sight of what I have to do and what I'm here for. And at that moment, it's up to you to decide by your own will."

Yeah, and Scion hit the congruence.

That wasn't like looking at a urchin 'thing, it was more like an impressed voice.

"Don't you understand? Yes, to live an obsession is not to lose sight of what you live for, with that goal in mind. That's what matters."

Apparently, I got the answer to Zion's inquiry.

But Shion asked Ashley, who breathed again.

"So what do you have to do now?

Ashley is stuck in words for a moment in a sudden but ultimate quest for truth.

"Uh... right. Magic Book (Grimoire): Getting Vibro Valeri in your hands faster than anyone else. And using it to track down the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth."

Yeah, and Scion nods at Ashley's answer.

"That will consequently sever the thread of the conspiracy Lucatius has so far stretched, and will also frustrate the ambitions of Osmadra the Great: Osmahim and the maidens of the true knights who draw the thread behind him"

Yeah, and Scion affirms.

"And it will also free you from the curse of destiny"

Yeah, and three times Theon nodded, then hugged Ashley.

To an unexpectedly aggressive approach, Ashle couldn't hold off her heartbeat jumping.

"Scion?!

"Don't forget, Ashley. Never, ever. It's a tough journey, don't get lost. But if you are lost and do not know, remember me. Next door is a man who vowed to go everywhere with him. Remember, at least one woman has decided to throw everything for the battle."

So I'm already here.

When Theon whispered so, Ashle remembered the unprecedented love, as well as carelessly, several other women who seemed to say so.

One is Aska.

One is Athelui.

And the last one is somehow Snow.

It wasn't until after that that that I was pulled off my ear.

"Well, I would have thought about other women now."

"What, I, no"

"Even if you're lying, it's on your face! And you forgot! If I'd been so close, I'd have lost my temper! I won't forgive you!

Theon pulled down as he grabbed Ashle's earlobes as they were.

It is a strange body technique used by the Night Devil.

With this move, which uses his opponent's weight and center of gravity movement, Ashle was crawled to the ground by the Scion he met for the first time.

The situation was the same as then, and Ashley moved.

Osmahim's speech echoes from a distance in the dark.

But only at this time did Ashle hear anything but herself and Theon's heartbeat.

Because Theon on his belly was weeping with a smile on his face.

The look even made Ashley seem happy that she even remembered the other women.

And whether that had been communicated, Theon raised a crisp frown.

Keep smiling.

With the look of being a troubled guy.

Then, when I broke myself, I whispered to Ashle's ear.

"Whatever happens, I'll be by your side," he said.

Why do you say that now?

Confused without a clear idea, Ashle was bitten hard in the earlobes and peeled off her eyes.

I don't know what you're talking about, but Theon won't stop me.

As the cat who had been left unattended for a long time would do to her husband, Theon stubbornly moaned Ashle's ears.

"I remind you that I am the best."

I thought Ashley heard such a whisper.