Sanzen no Souru Supina

Ashley and Zion returned to me after much time had passed.

Had too much hunger and cold starting indoor temperatures not informed the existential crisis, Ashle would still have immersed herself and continued sculpting in Zion.

I see, this is the negative Focus: "Jagri Jagra". Is that a demonic business?

His breath was also relegated constantly Scion, and he breathed with the feeling that he had finally.

Why should humans eat and drink?

Are they not protected from the cold with thick fur like animals?

To the extent that he remembered such irrational anger, Ashley had fallen into the alteration of Zion.

The thick firewood that was tucked into the fireplace is completely ashed.

He wore his pants so that they caught on to his lumbar bone, and Ashle started the fire with a jacket woven in a feather outfit. When the ashes were peeled, the sleeping charcoal got fresh air, and it immediately caught light.

When Ashley grows fire with twigs, she fires them up to create quite a space.

After I did so, I put my hands on a tabletop pan.

Theon, it's a handmade soup. I've got a hug. One in the pot.

Perhaps this is the amount of ingredient that I came up with while I was adding my hands.

Amateurs tend to do it.

At this rate, there won't be enough food reserves.

In other words, how much expensive condiments did you use around here - salt should be plentiful?

It smells pretty wild, somehow, because the ingredients vary in size and they don't exclude the meat aqus beautifully. In addition to the characteristic smell of salted meat.

Ashle broke through the fat on the surface, which had solidified bright white with a soup ladle (Akiko), scratching the contents.

Beans, carrots, celery. There were a lot of things that would be the same if boiled, but that would hold the original form together.

Then there's the meat mass of fist large...... some.

There is a saying that it is better for the king to make the meat cook, which means that the meat should not be turned upside down too often, but - in every sense - Zion is too sensitive for the king, Ashle thought.

Directly from the radar, take a sip.

I'm totally cold. That was surprisingly, good.

Because of hunger, of course there would have been. But whatever the amount, the taste was cooking with chitin.

Imagining the hindsight of that Scion rubbing this hard as he became unfamiliar with his work, Ashle grinned bitterly, and then again her love for Scion overflowed.

Return to your bedroom and come down with Scion.

I should have needed some time to scrub the soup on fire until it warmed up.

So... I hit Theon with the love I've been putting in.

Zion can only be flirted with so that the calming fire is caught in the wind.

"Damn, dude, I didn't know you couldn't... don't you think"

After a hasty meal, he was preached. Zion's eyes were angry.

"Um... well... thank you very much"

It's serious anger to the extent that Ashley makes a dull apology.

"I do think I said that thoroughly...... But there are limits to things! Still, it would be the first day! And as such, do not rest, and be struck with passion - I, I, I -"

What do you make me say, you idiot, and somehow you're being violent, and Ashley's flirting.

Besides, I have too much on my mind to argue with properly.

Scion's point goes on.

"Well, more or less, as I said before, how did you learn to manipulate?"

"No, you know, I'm already a grown man... not that I don't know"

"There are too many counter-arguments to the way it was done. Well, I didn't say that, but, you know, normally, it's a deviation from the right snail."

Scion's hand almost or doesn't draw a hand-signed snail indicating "deviation” in the air.

"I think I've been robbed of that way for the first time." Everywhere, ah, everywhere!! And again now!!

"Uh."

Ashley scratched her chin, pounding.

"Yes, to Illis, I've never seen him do it that way!

"Probably... other than you... so far, I don't think I've"

"What the hell, why, why, me, just me... but why, I'm so used to this!!

"So the Holy Knight is a small number and a lot of solo assignments... well, there are... anthropology and psychology, ahem, interrogation and interrogation, I don't really want to say, but I have practical skills..."

Theon turned into a shocked face.

"Practice of interrogation or interrogation? What do you mean by practical skills?!

"I don't want to."

"Was the rope practical? I was used to it when I did it. Not long ago, I was..."

"It's a rope tie. Because there are phases where you have to be powerless without killing your opponent - and, you see, because you were taught ropework to comfort your hands while they were quiet on the Epolar - there are a lot of things, how to tie them."

"Did you feed me?"

"I think it was you who said you didn't want to hurt me because of the Jagri Jagra outburst."

"Well, you did! Oh, ah, ah, didn't you ever do that?

Ashle turned a blind eye to Zion's pursuit.

"My eyes have changed when I see people called the Holy Knight. They're incredible."

Theon said in a horrible bar reading.

Ashley doesn't know how this happened.

There was just a sense that it had crashed the stock of the Saints that had been lifted in Zion over the past few hundred years.

"Anyway, I... I need you to soften your hands... because I'm really going to break. Are you sure you're embarrassed to death just to expose your skin?

So in the future, I'll have it rubbed and weighed down.

Said Zion, retreating in exasperation.

"Okay? Okay?"

To confirm Zion, but Ashle turned to the top of the Buddha and turned away.

It took Theon so long to come to mind and eat at the defiant attitude.

"Ashley! I promise! Oh so impotent, from so much... you know, from time to time - I promise!!

"No."

Ashle said, like a child with a bent navel.

"Hey, what?

"Make it worse, much worse."

"Hey, what, do you think such a lame person would go through!

Ashley glanced back at the Zion she was going to speak to.

"This is the time, let me tell you, Ked! Do you really think I can stay calm?!

Even now, I've eaten up so many teeth that I'm about to rip the reins of reason off.

Do you still pretend you don't know how much I crave you?

Patience is the limit, I'm the one!

Ashle stood up and pushed Zion into his seat.

With his left hand he is held back, pinched at his desk, and Zion loses his escape.

And he knocked his upper body over there, and Ashley said,

I pointed to Scion with my right hand.

"By and large, you already belong to me. You gave it to me. You did get it. Wouldn't you?

Oh, and Theon loses his word. I have no hands or feet to fight back unexpectedly.

"That's why you had to let me go."

"Oh, Ashley, so, but..."

Isn't that tyranny? Theon's voice is butt blushing.

Ashley, who normally respects Theon's intentions, did not give in hard work.

"No, do you mean?

"No, I don't. No wonder..."

My vision shifted to agitation, and yet I couldn't distract myself from Ashle's eyes, and Theon completely lost his equilibrium of mind.

They're supposed to be making intact demands - and I'm just confused to discover myself like that.

Ashley didn't miss it there.

"No. From now on, I'll be more, much, much worse, thorougher."

Ruthlessly Ashle told him.

It's supposed to be declared awful in a tone that doesn't make me say yes or no, but Theon can't find any anger or disgust in the emotions that stick up in his chest, and he just has to be confused.

I can't find a reason to refuse.

Scion felt a tremor of a kind running through his head, not chills, from his spine to the top of his head.

Like when I was impressed, I got goosebumps.

"Yes, sir."

So I just have to relax, blush enough to catch fire, and understand.

A long silence fell between them.

"... but first we need to understand the situation."

It was Ashley who cut it out.

"Oh, yeah."

Scion, who, when he was furious, could do the opposite, looked up all the time.

He becomes a catfish and takes his seat when he is served a help ship.

"And in the meantime, let's light some tea, oh, let's calm down"

Ashle leaves it to Theon.

Speaking of which, whatever the cooking was, she was the owner of a genius talent when it came to how to light tea.

It came out. It was chamomile.

Divide it with the milk you served. Ashley enjoys it.

I guess he decided that the strong ingredients of black tea were tough on the sick ashle.

I was happy to take care of Zion.

Cooking too...... If I learned to be a kitten, I wonder if it would improve considerably, Ashley thinks.

If you learn properly, though. Only.

The two of them then took a long time to talk about their situation and future course of action.

Ashley's condition was the usual, restoring that softness.

Theon is relieved, somewhat unfortunate...... anyway, I feel complicated.

In his battle on Catel Island, Ashley hasn't seen who saved themselves as a result - the figure of England as the Virgin who emerged.

Theon didn't dare speak of it.

Now, Zion's desire not to inflict heartache on this newly-returned Ashle was also an unconscious work of wanting to monopolize Ashle's heart.

As a result, he settled down to the point that it was once again Isma's actions that saved the Ashlets from the fierceness of the Extrum Pope Agency/Holy Knight: Gisele and his Focus: Harut.

In that cornered situation, Izma finally broke the "puppet needle" curse and returned with its true appearance, Zion said.

Evil God: Even the flesh of Ibizus, in the figure of the Returning King, who took it into himself.

"I've been helped again."

Ashle's crush clearly showed her mind guiding her along with her awe of Isma.

Isma has a number of powers hidden in her that show off her mighty Chichi.

But Ashle developed the theory that his reluctance to exercise it required a price just enough to "jeopardize his identity," and that it had erased one wedge at a time that kept the existence of Isma in the world.

And Zion was struck again by his wise eyes.

Not so much time has passed since I woke up.

And yet Ashley kept thinking about it all by herself.

"I keep thinking," Hiro "- I always admire the toughness of knowing."

"You can't say you did it, Theon. I won't forgive you."

Well, not in that sense. Ashle laughed at Sion, angry.

It was a joke, but you didn't tell me.

This man has changed, Sion thinks. I feel like I'm growing up as a man.

Such an emotion of Scion, Ashley returned to the practical story.

This is mostly what follows. Now, it's the current story.

Ashley was first surprised that he had squandered nearly a month.

So the body is heavy on the street, I snapped. Then they thanked me again. Imagine the ordeal that Zion would have carried since he was flown into the trantrim by a forcible transfer.

"There was nothing like that. Who do you think I am?

Zion stretches his vanity and softens his chest.

Ashley smiled bitterly. Do you decide to do that, the attitude?

It was not pursued in depth.

"But... trantrim... demons and humans coexist at night... was there such a country? Whatever your name is, I didn't... know it until its inside."

"It's a place isolated from the outside world for a variety of reasons. Barely enough to have contact with the western world only on the border between the Obsidian Sea and Vibronze. Though lush, it is a landscape sandwiched by external enemies and demons in its location… I have never visited it either. Had it not been for the forced relocation, I might not have visited"

"I have to say hello to the Marquis of Trantrim."

"Well, that Marquis of Trantrim would be a better name not to speak too prominently.

Essentially Yuga is only one of the senators, even if he is a monarch.

That is also a permanent seat that should not exist externally.

If the night demon and human coexistence is known to Extram, that is what the Crusaders are subject to.

Besides, being a lord is still not a good thing to hear, and it would be contrary to Yuga's wish, the philosophy of a state run by the will of the people. "

Even if it was desired by its people to be Marquis.

"Just from Theon's mouth, I can tell you that he's a respectable man."

"Damn, I want to look like that"

To Shion, who somehow panicked, Ashle tilted her little neck and laughed.

"Since I woke up, I feel a little different, don't you think?

"Or, change, etc., oops. Oh, you forgot too much."

In the end, Zion couldn't confess his relationship with Yuga.

It can't be done. It's a relationship that you shouldn't put into words for the rest of your life.

Ashley thought it was because of her preference for Scion, which she was going to fix.

At this time, not yet.

"But you're fucked. At a time like this, Isma's fortune in obtaining external information without moving on the spot was really a super powerful ability. I don't know what to do, I don't know where to move."

"In the meantime, I wonder if it would be a good idea to wait for Izma to hear from you while you get some rest. Of course, there's no need to gather information. Why don't you ask Yuga?"

Ashle said to Scion, who felt less ridden.

"I've already toured the moon since I used the Transfer Gate, and I'm probably going to do it if Isma can even tell me where it is right away enough to teleport it."

Ashley said, remembering that obsession with Zion that the king of earthspiders shows.

"Does the lack of it mean he's in trouble, or does he have a situation that he can't pull out of?"

"At worst, we have to fulfill our return to Catel Island on our own. Well, if we can arrange a ship, it won't take that long from the port of Vibronze."

"The question is, how do we get across the Hadari wilderness and mountains lying on the border this hard winter?"

"If you can let me use it, I'd best take a boat through the Obsidian Sea."

"The question is, do the sailors trust us, who are obviously suspicious? If we're in a makeshift or something, we might just have to engage."

Staring at the map, the debate extended to a few moments, but we simply had to rely on Yugadir's information network.

"You're stuck in your pants."

To Yuga, Theon crushed in the sense that I don't like it, I sigh like that.

"There's no other way. We are uninvited guests. Unauthorised violation of the territory of another country, also with multiple super powerful Focus. I can't complain about being killed long ago."

"If that's the case, I'd have cut their throats off."

"Whatever you are, I think I'm dead.... So, thank you, Theon. Difficult standing around, wasn't it?

It's what Ashley says very gently, so Theon accidentally nearly destroyed his tear glands.

Kick Ashley's tibia in the blindfold.

"Ouch?! Why, Ouch!!

From the chest of Zion, who turned that way in front of Ashle, who stared at Zion with tears, that evil bud appeared again.

"Time. Ashley, will you humiliate me again? Draw on your dignity, do you denigrate it? Let's not retaliate like this!!

In a busy tone and on his back, Zion's attitude was like a prey to a hunt that he had noticed and cut off.