Sanzen no Souru Supina

Now, the frightened Snow didn't know, but only for a moment at this time, Vibro Valeri frowned.

Listen to the danger of Galuchin.

A demon knight exposed to the onslaught of Ashle and Zion has asked for help.

For Vibro Valeri as the Lord of the Great Library, what is happening inside of it is perceived as seeing and hearing with his own eyes and ears.

But where Galuchin and Ashley and the others are now engaged is the realm of the Serpent Witches.

The secret sandy beach where divinity was lost due to the fall of Sidrellasicaya da Zu, its last successor, is where Vibro Valeri has never been able to reach.

In the midst of reaching out to expand the dominant areas, this is it.

That's the realm of the Serpent Witches.

Still no dominance, even though the video says blurry and the audio is as if it's impervious.

"That man, Galusin. Only my mouth was a cloud ago, but how impudent. No, more than that. You mean that Ashledau and the Princess of the Night Devil work together brilliantly? That's my beloved, Snow thinker."

If you are ruined by the climax of the cause, you will not be outnumbered, and you will be treated in parallel (multitaxing) with a different personality (alias) that separates the material transfer (port) procedure in your brain.

The presence of Vibro Valeri is cunning and unplugged, but like other overloads, it gives top priority to its own existential significance.

Here, I mean, deciphering the world's rarest tale: Snow.

Although the side to be deciphered will not be accumulated.

"Stop, already, please. Look no further. Don't understand. Don't read it. Don't write it down."

"It doesn't work that way. Didn't I tell you? Asked you to take it with Ashledau. From the bottom of our hearts, to the Soul, when we understand each other."

"But that's why..."

"To do that, we have to know everything first."

"It breaks, it frightens me"

"Don't worry. Both Ashledaw and Ashledaw understand each other. Load the concubine so you can understand everything."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"It's okay, Snow. Don't be presumptuous. Your story is interesting. Full of feelings for him. And sufficiently mundane, sloppy and slutty. There's no such thing as a man who can't react with this. I will always respond to your thoughts."

"Stop, stop, stop"

"You're not a good liar, Snow. These are all your twists. As a father to him, I want him badly handbroken, laid together, and cried. I want to depend on it after that. I want to be dependent if I wish. I'm not wrong."

How selfish, convenient, greedy, immoral, impure, yet sincere, helpless and serious.

"Aren't we going to have to support (...) such as this irresistible Nerd? Oh, even if they tell you not to, I'll do the concubine. I will make thee Ashledau to rely on the Soul of his man. Doing so also gives him a place in this world (system). Then the Soul will be safe and controllable. You are the key to that important control key. Excellent. What else could be so wonderful?

"Dameda, dameda, dameda, dameda, dameda, dameda, dameda, dameda!"

"What? What's different? That is why you were born incomplete. Parts to take the Will and Garden. Flashes (ideas) as fictional beings brought back from“ Gardens "are attempted simultaneously and multiply throughout the world. Isn't Yugadir one of those sows?

"What is it... what is it, what is it... what does it mean?

Vibro Valeri asked Snow, wanting to know, who was shaken by tears, saliva and sweat.

Snow doesn't know what to answer anymore.

To that confusion, the Book of Magic (Grimoire) spread the grin.

Snow feels a smile, like a pigeon.

"In short... I see. In other words, Snow, your father was indeed a man named Yugadir."

"Huh?"

To the fact that he can be poked abruptly, Snow, for a moment, turns white.

Vibro Valeri continues at the previous pace, without any discretionary (shuddering) appearance of the upset.

"You (what) threw yourself into the" garden (garden) "from the despair of losing three wives, and the night you were replaced and returned to be the hero of the devil: daughter of the Yugadir concept. He sowed the seeds he had brought back from Ideal Town (Garden) as containers to you, your mother, using the flesh as a conduit (catheter). Snow, you are the flesh-received being. And that's what I said."

"Huh?"

What? Huh? Huh?

A question mark leaking through Snow's throat is not a statement of intent for something he doesn't understand.

That's more the other way around.

My heart uttered a refusal to understand, it's a scream.

"You (what) are the epic part of our plan: the Pilgrim Plan." The garden "is the most advanced piece (part) available in the world today."

And Vibro Valeri continued.

"Beyond what is true, you (what) admired the man who killed your real father, projecting even more of his face, and viewing him as a paedophile."

What pity.

Vibro Valeri shows mercy.

But that's just the kind of emotion the reader has for the heroine of the tragedy in the story.

Behind that grief, a kind of pleasure that lurked an even impossible pleasure.

On the other hand, Snow was being beaten.

The blood of the Night Demon that flows through him recreates the final battle between Ashle and Yugadir, as if it were a sight of the present progression.

At that time, Snow couldn't fully grasp what had happened.

Only one person outside the mosquito nets could just show off the battle of the super warriors progressing in front of them.

The women who were deeply connected to Ashley - though they found out more clearly about the women who were near Ashley such as Zion, Aska and Athelui.

In retrospect, I regret it, and Snow became obsessed with Ashley.

What Snow saw was the fact that only a wreck that dispersonalized a man named Yugadir moved and denied the Will.

At the end of the period, all the towers that could be swallowed disappeared into the rubble.

But there's only one thing that's clear.

Indeed Vibro Valeri is right.

It means that it was a man named Ashledau who buried his personality as Yugadir.

That battle was also something that wouldn't have happened if Ashley hadn't visited Trantrim in the first place.

But I can't believe my true father was Yugadir, as I once thought.

And the man who buried the human was fascinated by a knight named Ashledaugh - yeah, I can't believe he's still fascinated.

"It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie."

"How hurtful. No concubine (straw) tells a lie or anything. It's been like this before, hasn't it? It is not a lie to stand truly in the human heart. The blade of truth is the true sword. [Chuckles]"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Kill me, etc., and I'm not saying anything I don't even have in mind. Doesn't your heart seek death? On the contrary... I've been listening to you so far and I'm thinking more about Ashley. It's not just the mind. My whole body is craving it."

Speaking of a secret carnal desire (funny), Snow heard his heart shatter.

"Okay, okay, don't cry so much. It's not going to be all right, because I'm going to fix your settings with a little concubine. Then you will be more attractive. Specifically, you (what) become the attractive (...) woman you want. The more guilt and shame you feel about it, the more this amendment progresses. Already your feelings for Ashledau are linked disappointingly to the guilt and shame that you can never wipe away? In short, the sooner you think about him, the sooner things go, okay? What do you say?"

Excellent, Vibro Valeri assures me.

Those eyes have no guilt, no stray, no hesitation.

Only the pure anticipation and brutal pleasure of the story becoming more complete is there.

Vibro Valeri's fingers as a toddler slip over his own paper, forming a slight addition to Snow's heart as it is written down.

Each time, the current runs through and Snow's flesh jumps.

The flesh responds to forced alterations.

I'm going crazy for the fear of being rewritten.

I was badly baked.

Snow unconsciously asks for Ashley.

Call the ideal knight who will save himself.

My knight, my lord.

Such a cry could not have arrived.

This is the bottom of the earth.

Deepest part of the Great Library.

Grand Secretariat (Arc Library).

Deep down in this world, in the thousands of years of its history so far, it has refused to allow others to invade.

What's the matter? You can't reach the scream of the girl who's going to be destroyed.

It didn't arrive.

But the silence is broken.

Because.

Already a long time ago, the plot was finished.

Somewhere the schemer (Izma) laughs thinly.

Well, then it's time to finish, and Vibro Valeri smiles and

caught up, Snow shouts Ashley's name and

The secret Isma secret to its own: the King's entry into the castle (Kathleen) is activated by

Everything, at the same time.