Sanzen no Souru Supina

The half-factor that shaped the current Zion, or Snow, was shaken by Zion's emotions and truly── put in a dilemma.

Suddenly, demanded, Snow became confused.

There was someone somewhere who believed that this would not happen.

There was no way that I could do anything to him, and I was surrounded by heights.

And yet...

The door of my heart is roughly knocked.

The desire was already violent.

A weapon slammed against their contours, breaking their boundaries.

Snow was attacked from the inside.

I couldn't stop thinking about Theon.

What sprang up in my heart was a mad feeling of nostalgia and an equal amount of fear.

I never hated Ashleigh for being scared.

Rather, it was the opposite.

What Snow feared at this time was that he was too nested in himself, rather than an impatient desire from Ashlee, to expose himself.

Snow had something to hide in the deep room of her heart.

It was a series of secret plans and dreams with Ashlee that── should never be allowed.

Unparalleled secrets, such as those uncovered underneath the Heriatium, have been amassed by Snow before he could meet with Ashlee.

Let us separate the theory of whether to call it love as consolation, or lust and spitting.

Anyway, Snow disguised some of his dreams that could not be put out in the sunlight and transferred them to Zion.

And kept it secret.

When he created her (...), Snow took steps to escape his weaknesses from the Ashley side of [Ideal Garden].

Previously, Grimoire: Vibro Valeri separated many of her shameful dreams as a means of defending herself from the spiritual erosion (introd) of the pubic fortress.

That's why Zion was now a vault of disgraceful memories, packed to the limit with Snow's dreams of unforgivable secrets of Ashlee.

If I accept the courtship from Ashlee now.

If I get stomped in here right now.

If you're touched and confirmed.

Irreversible insanity was not only exposed.

I knew that it would be done just like that.

Because Snow's mind has already become a fan of all books, and his master, Ashlee, will be able to relive it.

When that happens, what kind of face do I have to face him with?

How can I maintain my relationship with him?

After being known to have such frivolous aspirations, I was no── longer confident that I would be able to maintain myself if I could actually confirm them and prove them in real life experience.

Snow was terrified, and in Zion, he was terrified.

Snow shouldn't be her daughter.

I've seen Aashre and other women interacting with each other over and over again.

Grimoire: When eroded and fused by Vibro Valeri, Snow was the first to do so.

Vibro Valeri's prowess is [Chiran] that crushes the opponent's past with an anomaly.

Since it is only a follow-up experience from the eyes of a third party, it is not possible to pinch the raw emotions and hidden nuances actually exchanged there, but both the viewer and the grimoire (Grimoire) can view the written records as much as possible and experience the scene with an immersive feeling as if they were present at the scene.

Knowing that it was impossible, Snow put a sticker on it.

To the ashlee.

Maybe it wasn't my intention.

There is nothing but instinct.

I had no choice but to do so.

Now that I'm the owner... no, let's not fool around... I couldn't help but remember the knight I fell in love with.

After all, Snow was the only woman beside Ashlee who didn't allow that kind of experience.

And I just crushed it.

Who and how he has loved me?

Do you still love me all this time?

Especially with Theon, and the record of love, in so much detail.

Giggles, giggles, giggles.

I've checked it.

Each time, I felt like I was being cut off, and I was distressed by the jealousy of being scratched.

Above all, I was beaten by the beauty and pity of Theon, by his dedication and nobility.

Even though his appearance naturally resembled that of a sister, Snow was superfluous.

At all times, the Night Demon Princess offered herself to the knight first.

And he put forth with his own hand the heart, and gave his own life.

It seemed only natural that Snow's master, the knight, should choose Zion as his master.

In comparison, he cursed himself and cursed himself.

What a sloppy, sloppy face.

So much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so

Snow couldn't stop comforting herself at the moment when she was drowning in the encounter between Ashlee and the other beautiful princesses.

The means escalated day by day, but thirst increased proportionally.

The more I experienced it, the more I recruited thoughts and blamed myself.

It was inevitable that Snow's dream would be sharpened in order not to break himself.

No, I thought that I could do the devotion and service that Zion could not do to any other woman.

And I will bring unto the knights the impossibly degenerate and the drowning.

If you can even hope for it, I will let you experience it as much as I can.

As long as you come at that time.

Snow's dream was not unfounded.

Somehow, the example was packed in the magic book (Grimoire).

There was the essence of lust, the boil of business that mankind had accumulated.

Because history is the fabric that has been spun.

Even if Snow doesn't know anything about it, the ingredients of his dreams are infinite.

From there, I wielded in my dreams each and every one of the methods of seductively raising myself, forbidden medicines and tools to control decadence.

For myself, relentlessly.

At first, in the evening.

Next, a warehouse of unpopular flying boats.

Finally, we must not find any darkness.

I wrote the virtuous tube into my own body.

A grimoire, she can experience it as if it were reality.

Even if the mind of others is impossible, if it is its own mind, it could ingest it at any time from an externalized story.

Somehow, it was close to the full memory of the High Night Demon, but the difference was that I could pursue my preferred way of feeling as much as I wanted.

But the moment has come to expose it.

Snow fell into a panic.

If you let him know his desire to be the origin (origin) of a real dream that is not a dream, and he swells up with a dream── that cannot be seen by others.

Just thinking about it makes my knees tremble and my whole body feverish like I'm on fire.

Snow's foolish delusions and unlimited shame were already on the back of the coin.

I had already experienced that shame makes sensitivity dangerously high.

I remembered it when Ashley Dow read her mind as a page at the bottom of the land of Heriatium.

I can't turn back anymore, I've become anxious.

It is a cruel pronouncement.

Yes──, Snowmelt Faroux liked it.

My beloved man brutally reveals his secrets and gets to know them.

That's how they ravaged the folds of their hearts and the soft places deep inside them, stamped, stamped, chained, deprived of their freedom, trampled down their resistance, stripped of their dignity, humiliated by the end of their plea (cancer), and fell.

There was nothing I could do.

I want it.

That's why I refused.

Now, if such a thing is revealed in this world to the originating (origin) ashle, if even one of those dreams is noticed,── Snow will continue to fall for the rest of his life.

Because it was a dream, I was able to cancel it at any time.

I was delusional, so I was given up on never realizing it.

I have built an embankment with shame and reason, and I have endured it desperately to keep it from flowing out into reality.

What am I supposed to do?

I hit the bell as fast as I could just before my chest exploded.

To despicable expectations and hopeless anxieties.

It doesn't matter if everything falls into the open.

If they hate you and make fun of you.

If they refuse.

When he went mad, Snow's part ran around like a snake rampaging through Zion.