Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Knight, I wonder if your sister (hey) is safe..."

Now, just rewind the carvings a little.

Ashlee, who recognized the dragon figure, rushed to confirm. After that, the── Night Demon Princess, who saw the battle of Purple Electric and the reward of the Komito, turned to support the knight.

Snow had decided to stay alone.

I really wanted to follow Zion, but the price of the anomalous investigation she used on a regular basis was heavy on her.

Without it, Snow found himself thinking of him, driven by the desire to know the trends of Ashlee one by one.

I can't control my feelings.

Turn the page inside you, stop your hand, and stretch your fingers again.

I've already done that over and over again.

Other people's peeking into the past, especially Ashlee, makes Snow taste a sensation similar to masturbation.

It is pleasure that belongs to vengeance.

That's because both peeking and masturbating are extremely close as spiritual seats, but the younger half-night demon's daughter still doesn't know that.

Just by reading back the descriptions of the few precious stones, Snow gets the shame and disgrace he wants and the senses he can't compare to them.

On the contrary, if you peek at how Ashlee has poured love on women other than herself, you can grow a bottomless craving while crying with jealousy and simplicity.

Snow was very scared of this [Chikara] and her hobbies.

If you start drowning in the pleasure of revealing someone's secret, if you drown in it repeatedly, you will be swallowed up by magic instantly.

Who would love such a monster?

No, Ashlee might still say it's fine, but if she's corrupted by such a shameless existence,

When I think about it, I'm scared.

Because I knew I would want to play unforgivable and endless games for the rest of my life.

That's why I waited under the starry sky, killing my breath.

Don't unconsciously turn your body into a book.

Restrain yourself and push your thoughts in.

Speaking of which, the thin branches are twisted into a faint smoky fire that seems to reflect your love.

Every time a twig was thrown at me for a price, a reliant flame rose slightly with the powder of fire.

Even though the summer season is coming, the night in the valley is definitely getting cold.

Boiling water was also an important task for Snow, who was entrusted with the rearguard.

However, fire at such times and places serves as a landmark, for better or worse.

Even at night, not to mention during the day, the smoke that burns is clearly visible from a considerable distance.

The bigger flames turn the smoke into a canvas and let them know exactly where it is.

In nature, the smell of things burning is not normal, it is easily detected, and it should not be forgotten that it reaches farther than you can imagine.

In the present situation, where Izuma's betrayal is heavily valued, we had to cover up as much of our existence as possible.

Even though it was difficult to distinguish it from downstairs from the steam blowing out of the hot spring zone that was spreading under the eyes, Snow was told by Ashlee to be vigilant.

But it's cold.

For Snow, who had been wrapped up in the warmth of Ashlee until just now, the existence of an unreliable kindling only fuelled loneliness and anxiety.

Of course, it's not the body that feels really cold.

In other words, Snow already knows that Ashlee's warmth is irresistible.

I couldn't resist the temptation of the Grimoire because Ashlee would leave me alone and go somewhere.

Unable to resist such a thought, Snow stood up wrapped in a coat borrowed from Ashlee and stepped out of the chest wall.

Ashlee and Zion peered into the darkness of the valley where they disappeared.

However, for Snow, who is half a night demon, the moon and stars cast light tonight, no matter how deep the valley is, it can be seen at dusk.

And that moment.

Silver flashes ran through the valley,── followed by roars that exploded in the atmosphere.

"Sister Theon (hey) 's Holy Sword: Rose Absolute! I'm fighting, I'm fighting."

She clenched her hands and stared at the dazzling battlefield of light.

"Ahh, I wish my [cha-cha] were just like that." Then I could fight next to the knight instead of my sister (hey). Even though I can help you. "

For Snow, who has longed for the Nightmare Knight since he was a child, Theon is a kind of ideal potato.

The eleven clans of demons and the clan that the world fears and disdains.

Among them, the Night Demon, who is extremely feared and feared, is also born as the daughter of the true ancestor, and it is precisely the ideal princess knight who fights with the holy sword for humanity.

Moreover, the look is one of pity, from the top of the head to the toes.

It is no exaggeration to say that the two names crowned by her: "Princess Ibaraki of Rebellion".

The image is too perfect, and Snow always feels intense jealousy.

I managed to reach the same height as her, hoping that Ashlee would think of me as well.

"But I can't use my sword or spear as well as Sister Zion (hey),"

More than anything, Snow thinks, his [Chikara] is dirty.

Snow knows better than anyone how ugly he was when he projected [Ideal Knight] on Aashre.

I demanded a knight who would protect me, a lover who would love me and give me heart, and even responsibility as a father.

Yes, my father: the man who killed Yugadir and took him forever.

The result is the "King of Ideal Garden": Excellios.

Zion tells me it's not your fault, by no means.

It wasn't just your [wish] that created that Exelios that knew how to enjoy and refine in cold, cruel ways.

However, Snow was different from Zion, who clearly admitted his sins and decided to break up the next moment.

I know that many of the parts that build me are made up of the desire for approval from Ashlee and the sense of inferiority (complex) to the women who can help him.

Exelios clearly understood "why I persisted in blaming myself".

When I was alone like this, I felt it again.

When I saw Ashlee and Zion in the middle of── a battle, I was worried that even if it was just a flash or a shock,── I would never be able to add it to that circle.

A battlefield for heroes.

I want to join them.

But I can't.

Of course, the information from the Magic Book (Grimoire) is more terrifying than any kind of blade wielded on the battlefield depending on how you use it. It's more overwhelming and decisive than the stone catapults and cannons that smash the castle walls, but it's unacceptable to Snow now.

I don't like the sweet, throbbing,── dark desire stamps that tease her flesh, but they remind me of it.

No matter how much it's for Ashle, or how much it's for the whole squad, your [Chikara] is nothing but a vile ability to reveal the secrets of others.

And the Wizard Book (Grimoire): Snow already knew that he had been selected as a conformist for Vibro Valeri because he had the same [Wish] as the Wizard Book (Grimoire) breathed inside him.

I want to touch the secret of someone dear.

I want to understand this one in the deepest way, before anyone else.

Of course, I want you to touch on my secrets.

I want to be able to── peruse and understand the depths of the folds of my plump heart to the most sensible place.

On top of that, I want you to drowning and rely on me.

To Snow herself.

It's easy to lament that you didn't want this ability, but Snow himself knows best that it's deception.

That's why I sighed and watched the battle beyond human wisdom that is unfolding in front of me.

Only there is the salvation that Snow desires.

If I close my eyes, I can see that the situation on the ground is changing momentarily even in the dark.

The flash stopped.

The silence that hurt my ears lasted for a while.

Probably not for long.

However, it felt like a long time for Snow, who was waiting with a sticky saliva.

“What's going on? Are you finished? Then, please let me know as soon as possible with a flare."

The moment Snow stepped out of the chest wall to learn more about the situation──.

Instead of the glow of silver, the valley was crushed by a dizzying roar and the rumbling of rock masses colliding with each other.

One of the rocky mountains crumbles out of the way.

Knight! Sister Zion (hey)!

Just stepping out, Snow climbed up the chest wall.

Standing at the tip that has become like a tip of a hammer, I just see that it is delivered with my thoughts.

This roar (hoof), and as if remembered intermittently, dyes the valley pale.

Definitely.

Ashlee and Zion are now fighting dragons, not Izuma.

Or maybe they were fighting Izuma with the dragons.

"I wonder what happened. That was definitely the dragon's breath (brace). Ahhh, no more! I wish I could go with you. I wish I could fight."

"Do you want to fight so much? Hmm, it's impossible to fight a dragon... but I think I can make you see it."

Snow was deeply surprised by the unexpected response to the leaked monologue.

Wow, it jumps up.

Without help, we'd be on the verge of falling.

"Oops, it's an abundance." If you jump here, you'll die lightly, so be careful. "

The master, who had a sharp tone, grabbed the collar of Snow's wrapped asshole coat and brought it back inside the chest wall like a kitten.

"Um, thank you... who are you?!"

Who could have rushed to Snow's dilemma and saved us from falling to death?

It was impossible with Ashlee.

Of course, it wasn't Theon either.

They were fighting the dragons right now.

Then who is it?

Somewhere, in a familiar, mild tone, Snow waved in his voice.

"Hey," said the man, smiling like a sticker.

Although it was different from the Night Demon, the developed canine teeth were peeling out.

His hands and feet are long, and his hair is like a chick, creating a unique silhouette as a mossamosa.

The man was caught in a broad-leaved branch that stretched out over the camp.

No, I was standing in the── opposite direction, to be exact.

Like a hanged man.

"Izu... ma?"

Around. Snow, did you get confused while you weren't looking at it?

Izuma smiled lightly.