Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Right, well, Snow was admiring Yugadir at first. Well, I can't do that. A knight of demons who lived hundreds of years. External enchantment spreading northeast of the Zodiac continent: a great hero who, together with mankind, has made himself a traveling super warrior against the threat of pushing from the Hadari wilderness, bringing together the liberators of Trantrim and even their surrounding nations as a coalition of small nations. Is it more impossible to tell the girl who draws the demon's blood at night not to have a vision?"

Saying, Vibro Valeri touches an incomplete "spindle" of flowers blooming on Snow's chest with her toddler fingers.

Slowly he stroked the petal and whenever it was picked, Snow's flesh turned against his will and a scream leaked out of his lips.

Not calling it a whisper was the full resistance that could be made into the current snow.

"So, uh, even when it comes to admiring, this is quite a complicated emotion. I wonder if he might be my real father, but I also dreamed of making love to him."

"Liar, liar, liar, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh?!

Vibro Valeri breaks into Snow's heart with those fingers.

Not just touch it, but use the read heart as a word.

That makes Snow turn upside down, tremble, and cry.

I try to resist just at the tip of my mouth, but I really have to admit.

Anyway, everything that Vibro Valeri reads out is true.

"Every night, in my bedroom, it's written here that I've been paranoid."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop..."

"But. That's also changed since I met a guy named Ashledaw...... what an ass light and slut"

"No, no, I'm not."

"No doubt. heterosexuality unlike my father. Whenever I touch the strength of his core, which seemed unreliable, Snow is surely fascinated. I'm giving you my thoughts. Besides, it's not just your heart, is it?

"Ahhh, ahhh, Yamete, don't"

At the bottom of the Great Secretariat (Arc Library), where the secrets of this world and the eleven families of demons were kept, Vibro Valeri revealed to Snow who he was.

The oldest overload in the world, taking off the masculinity (character) that Snow had ever wanted and revealing what it was, instantly captured Snow, who blamed her for revealing his mind.

No, Vibro Valeri doesn't have the feeling that it's revealing exactly.

None.

She's just having fun.

I'm not even going to be torturing you.

For the overloaded Vibro Valeri, every human being is a book and a story to be drowned in.

It's useless to preach reason, ethics, and morality as human beings.

But every time they decipher it, Snow's heart definitely breaks.

Anyway, each time the facts that I wanted to keep secret are transcribed to Vibro Valeri.

As a book, it will be left as a description.

It's an embarrassing disgrace that your dementia is left as a history book.

If this were to be read to that one by Ashle, I would almost bite off my tongue just thinking so.

But I can't execute it if I want.

Fear, death again.

"Besides, it's hard to die to the point of biting your tongue, the creature. Especially you, half-night demon. You'll recover in an instant. Come on, come on, let's untie you more and more."

"Ugh, uh-huh"

It was even deciphered into thought, and Snow was bored with remorse.

Of course, the limbs have already been held in disappointment and restrained.

It's not a place to get out.

Rather, its restraint is closer to fusion than restraint.

"Damn it, let go, let go. Yeah!

"That's impossible. How long do you think it's taken us to get our minds through this? Thou hast made me hear, yourselves. You (what) about the way your mind is, about the way you think, about the past, about your journey so far, and about the thinker. They're all connected to your concubine, aren't they?

"Dirty, dirty!

"Snow, the concubine likes you. but you should be alert now. This is also light on the butt, not alert. The narrative also lacks weight, as it seems a bit as soon as fatherhood and understanding are shown. But that's reassuring, too, but good. The more my concubine educates me. Until your body decays, until it's finished, we're all in one place, right?

"No, no, no, no. Oh!

"I can't do it if I can't, no matter how much I call it and scratch it to show it. Holle, you've already transcribed so many of your memories and hearts.

Vibro Valeri opens the case page to show.

Snow's vision is shaky and cloudy with tears, but he only perceives clearly about the records noted there.

The shame of Snow, whose letters were spelled directly into his head, poured in.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow"

"Holy shit, what's up? You don't have to do this. My concubine loved you. The daughter of an incomplete and inappropriate half-night demon. Let's make him understand better. Let's find out more. Even the bone marrow, you'll taste it all. After that, let's just give him a little foot color. Don't tell me, it's a change that will make a man named Ashledaw think more of you."

The declared Vibro Valeri made his luck fingers even more intense.

Grip the incomplete and distorted Snow "spindle" gently, but rubbing.

That stops Snow from breathing.

The feeling of being flushed through the current runs from the toe to the tip of the head.

Smiling at the reaction, Vibro Valeri nodded.

"Apparently, you can't resist the pleasure of being understood. How about that? Wonderful. Yes, the human race has a brain that can't resist the pleasure of understanding and being understood."

Snow, relieved for a while, waved hastily.

No, no, and my neck to the left and right like a child.

His eyes are moist and his saliva drips from his mouth indefinitely.

"Ho. But a concubine loves a strong daughter. That's the kind of girl who understands."

Kuku, and honking his throat like a dove, Vibro Valeri phonetically read Snow's heart, which he had read in so many acts as he had just followed.

"Oh, my God. Have you finally seen Yugadir and his battle? I even experienced the sweetness of his blood on that journey. How disgraceful! And I was totally fascinated. Moreover, the influence has led me to ask a man named Ashledau not only for the ideal heterosexual statue, but even for the shadow of my father... Ha, you pressed Ashledau to take responsibility for the home you were born and raised in and for what you believed until then, your (what) maiden heart. What a well, greedy thing. Itching."

Hiya, good, and the scream that burst out of Snow's throat is somewhere resembling an extinct demon.

"So I faked my heart and ate it and chased it, and I dreamed about it in the middle of the night... still underage (children) cunt. Damn, what a wonderful thing this is. We haven't had this much of a story in recent years. Come on, come on, show me more, my concubine. After all, you are the delicacy foreseen by the concubine."

Come on. Oh, let me understand more.

The roots of Snow's teeth will no longer fit in the white fingers of the toddler girl stretched to the petals where the incomplete Spindle spreads.