Sanzen no Souru Supina

"This... this..."

Snow asked, referring to the nakedness of the man and woman wearing the crown of Ts.

The clerk nodded slowly and showed him.

"Yes, that's the common cataclysm, these“ righteousness "in the heads of most humankind living in this world. And with this crown of the top of their head, they were constantly connected to the garden and kept the world view updated."

"Give me a worldview...... update?

"I mean, it keeps on twisting. And in the wake of its Nerd, the Garden increases its accuracy as an ideal home (Utopia). That's a snarky dream, so the people who share that dream are flipped and all influenced. unconsciously. as a great guiding principle to follow. Specifically, you will be able to spend your days without questioning your role."

"It's gone, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Snow, lying is not good. You're already beginning to understand."

Language is polite, but that's why the clerk pointed it out.

Snow breathed.

Instead of answering, I asked.

"Well, here's Righteous Sense."

"This is a blueprint. of the enemy (...)."

"of the enemy... eleven families of demons"

"Yes, the ones you've recognized as enemies and actually kept fighting."

The scribe introduces the Eleven Families of the Devil as he moves in front of each of his "righteousness."

First, they stood in front of a “sense of righteousness" very similar to that of mankind, but characterised by long ears and limbs.

"This is a spider. Lord of the underground world. White skin, red eyes, long hands and feet. Prefers spells, plots and assassinations, whose sexuality is shady and brutal. Formulate chemicals from flora, fauna and minerals to find rare precious stone deposits. A distorted snail of a technician who specializes in drawing from carvings and machines"

"The prototypes of Isma, Elma, and Ele..."

"Longevity, intellect and physical ability are better than mankind, but vitality in the root sense is depleted. Slow healing of wounds received, weakness against the disease, the number of immature children in the first place… I cannot forbid sympathy, albeit with the parameters set"

Then it was the pig-like nose and the stubborn dwarf (wagging) ghost.

However, since the total quantity of meat slightly exceeds that of mankind, there is no poor impression anywhere.

It should be noted that this race has only “righteousness".

Seems that's why only the male type exists.

"This is a pig ghost (oak). The rightization of hunger and bulimia. Travel around the world in search of food. I also eat together. The harshness is so much so that it is said whether it is inago or pig ghost (oak). But also intense gastronomers, they have their own culinary system. crooked catfish of cooks who live to eat and for better food"

"I've never seen it before... but it often comes up in old stories, doesn't it? Pork ghost (oak) with secret dishes in the king's kitchen......"

Snow stopped the words, recalling some fairy tale/fable similarities.

Remember what the ultimate ingredient was when the king, fascinated by the dishes of the pig ghosts (oaks), finally traced them.

Maybe how their seeds increase with only males.

This dwarfed pig-nosed ghost teaches mankind the magical taste (mami).

It is a delicacy that does not seem to belong to the world, but the end of those who were fascinated by its demonic flavour was shady and extreme.

Well, the next race, by contrast, had only women.

Obvious beauty (biboo).

Rich breasts highlight motherhood.

But its skin floats by the way, and its eyes are like those of a snake.

"Maybe this..."

"Yes, this is a serpent witch. An old snake that unites the sea and rivers, which make up 70% of this planet. It has a variety of marine life in its families, including the sea raw Lizardman. Hosting earthquakes and tsunamis, it brings a mighty ruin to the human world. Though she is a nostalgic mother, her sexuality (sausage) is jealous, obsessive, and the snake itself. distorted catfish of mothers who have been forced to bear and raise children and consequently sacrifice ourselves"

"This is the serpent witch... but she looks almost human..."

The moment Snow said yes, the light lit up behind the hearse (Coffin).

That reveals the identity of the serpent witch.

When you're a human with five necks, you look like a giant heliomedusa.

The clerk pulls Snow's hand as he screams.

"Then this"

"What's this, little one? Kawah... are you cute, this is it"

What emerged was a truly subtle being.

He's only 30 settles tall, or about a third of a meter. That only looks like a giant potato worm.

But what is decidedly different from a potato worm is that it is independent with two legs and has two arms as well and, more importantly, a face that can produce an expression like a human.

"This is a sackworm. A rare species that exists only enough to count in the world. Greed and monopolization. I'm only interested in beautiful things, worthwhile things. Turn everything but soil and stone and minerals into food and sand. Especially my preference is for great stories and books with them written. A distorted catfish of greedy millionaires who love currency and works of art"

"He and the others are just like pig ghosts (oaks) and they're in all kinds of fairy tales. It brings us wealth when, but all the characters in that story go blind and crazy about money. The best I could think of was the story of a merchant who would build a cell in the basement of a bamboo and lock up a bagworm. He falls and dies trying to take out the sand stored at the bottom of his pocket to expand his business."

If I looked back, there was a giant body there that looked up.

If you look closely, it is a moving armor, and the body peeking inside of it is no different from a human being.

"This is,"

"This is a war ghost (Ouga), right? I've never seen it, but I figured it out right away"

"Yes, this is a war ghost (Ouga). A fighting nation living in nitrous smoke, iron and blood. Love the struggle, prefer the air of war. All of which are born with deficiencies in the flesh and repeat self-modification to live. Replace the complete beauty you were born with a weapon, a weapon. Statutes to live on the battlefield and die on the battlefield. warped catfish of war devotees"

"It has been flawed since birth..."

"It's the remotest emotion for them, such as sympathy. The Ghosts of War (Ouga), true self is not something you develop and find, but something that leads to the end of self-modification. This Slaughterfoot (Slaughter Rim) is one of the answers"

pointing to their cohesive heavy armor, the secretary said.

"But I can't believe I mess with the flesh with my own hands... it's so beautiful"

"What is beauty is determined by that kind of subjectivity. I guess for them the early states (default) themselves are only unreliably poor and poor"

Snow sighed as he stood before a feminine warrior (Ouga) in the form of a perfectly finished, beautiful doll to the clerk's sober view.

"Then this too, I wonder if you need a commentary"

"Dragon tribe...... right. I know. Most of them are what you see behind that body from the beginning. The human snail is a state of incarnation for them."

As opposed to the serpent witches, no abnormal scales are found on the skin.

The crown grows on the head instead as an organ (...).

In that sense, it is very similar to the prototype of mankind, but its flesh, along with men and women, is grand.

"This... crown... you're a horn"

"Yes. The Dragon Clan is the king's warped snail. Flames and sulfur, or storms. Those who conquer the sky. Absolute reigner and ruler. Each of them is the king of a nation, ruler of an aerial garden floating in the sky. Those who live in the kingdom are but servants and slaves to serve them for ever. The Lizardmans of the Land Students consider themselves descendants of the Dragon Nation, but they are not sure if that is true."

"A lot of slaves, but on an island in the sky, dragons are alone."

Snow's thoughts included something like pity somewhere.

Maybe that's because I saw the end of King-Yugadir for me.

The secretary answered how he perceived it.

"A king is a loner. On top of that, if you're in absolute possession of" Chihiro, "I guess the others just look dumb weak. If you relate directly to them, you'll know they don't deserve your pity."

Most importantly, there was a rare taunt in the words of the scribe accompanying it.

"Most importantly, it won't be the first time that you and the others will be relative to those arrogant lizard moddies. Poor people who blindly believe in their absolute nature and perish without much recognition of others."

It was only like a human child of blinding beauty that it was delivered to the next (Coffin) seemed snow.

But that's also from around its thin hips until it produces glowing wings.

"This is! A true knight maiden. And after all, there are only women."

"Yes, this is the true knight's maiden. You're the first person to see that... directly. Maidens in the sky who honor only heroes and seek only heroes. The singing shakes the hearts of the men. Unbeknownst to them, the foolish men rush for glory on the battlefield. What they want is the concept of a hero and the survival of the species, not the men themselves who are ultimately human beings."

"Attracting a man and driving him to a dead place... kind of... sounds like a reaper"

Snow found himself inspired by hostility.

The way the species themselves tried to manipulate their opponents, not with their abilities or their efforts - specifically their appearance or the carnal desire to be hippoed there - was hindered by eclampsia.

During this time, Snow doesn't even think of me shelving myself for jumping half-naked into Ashley's bathroom.

And the clerk, who doesn't even know that, agrees.

"In a way, Snow, you're right about your sensibility. Yes, they were wanted in the times, heroin warped and cathartic. Magic that fascinates the men and drives them to the battlefield. The unsolicited fantasies created by the men. Idol."

Not the rigid beauty of the warriors (Ouga), the beauty of the dolls, but the kind of beauty that all human women are jealous of - only sniping and attracting human men.

"I knew you were a witch."

"It means robbing a hero of his body and mind from a species called man, but he's an enemy."

What the clerk said is that it's a matter of species survival, but Snow doesn't know that far.

But I snort when I don't know.

If they grabbed Ashley by these guys, they would probably definitely go backwards.

That was all for sure, and everything actually goes backwards, but that's another story later.

"So... this... what?

Snow was stunned in front of the next prototype.

I understand the female shape.

It is closer to the artificial beauty of the warriors (Ouga) than to the beauty of the true knight maidens in the sense of beauty.

But that's not the hard impression I got from the Warriors (Ouga).

Somehow it's more fleshy... I don't know if I can put it this way... but the impression I get is slutty.

In other words, existence itself is made to feel mundane.

And what made that impression even more daunting was the male type, which was a pair.

No, probably, it's a pair of bogus men.

No matter how you look at it, it only looked like a kind of isoginchuk that went up to land, though it looked like a snow.