Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Fun Desitane"

When did it come up, Isma sat down at the end of the cabin and rinsed the rice cooking.

Norman made it, which is crude but heartfelt, with crushed old grains and dried mushrooms as ingredients.

If you disturb the food situation in Igo Village, it was such a precious meal that you hesitated to get your hands on it, but until you were in fuel, everything was your own bringing in, Norman says.

Ashley decided to ask if so.

In return, he bowed his head deeply when he offered rock salt and hard cheese, only slightly.

"No, really, Master Norman is helping me."

Several village chiefs and their attachments are present at the meal.

It was the people who had taken command in earlier battles.

He thanked me for the assistant knife.

"If Lord Norman and the other Greaters followed me to the Holy Knight of the Pope's Office, then the dawn of Ignace is near."

It must be Master Gran's guide, says the chief.

I made it out of grain from somewhere. A lot appeared.

I guess being human in any environment means you can't help but create fun.

Ashley feels comfortable about the success of the people of Igo Village.

However, the previous celebration meant that Ashle politely declined the crude cup handed to her.

I can't drink just because Eunice is on my chest.

It was Norman who took over the chiefs of the bewildered appearance.

He let the villagers out of the cabin preaching that it was a hasty journey, that they needed treatment and rest, etc., and took them for granted.

"First, why don't you put a little something in your stomach?"

Without paying attention to how it was, Isma turned me away.

"It's not a lot, but it's not bad"

His dignified attitude was too much on the board, and Ashley missed the time to praise him.

Some of the reason Isma's eating was so stunning.

At all, it's not a big deal at all. Wah, all I can say is that you are unreasonable and brilliant while watching.

"As for the explanation of the circumstances, it was a lot of water noise, Ked. I wonder if you were naughty."

Theon returned a cold gaze, eavesdropping on Isma's beard.

"The clothes you were washing, they were dry, so I just went to deliver them."

Stay still, Isma says, even if you get enough gaze to make it go away. He was taken off the hook, obviously obstinate.

"Eunice is a beauty, isn't she? Ashley's cannojo? And I don't know if it's a good idea to leave Cannojo alone and go to the hot springs alone with another Naon. Isn't that cheating, Nah?"

Tell me, tell me. Isma said as if she were a child.

"It's not cheating or anything. I mean it."

Theon affirms there, and Isma solidifies.

Twitching, and tears accumulated in Isma's eyes, he turned to Zion.

The effect is immense.

"Shit, Shinno"

"Stop the childish harassment right now, or I'll seriously love Ashley. That's not cheating, is it? However, if that happens, you're irrelevant. Because it's about me and Lord Eunice."

Izma's face, instantly shaken by tears and runny nose, becomes friendly at the rate of actor face loss.

A dry laugh automatically leaked out of Ashle's mouth.

There, Norman, who had dropped off the village chiefs, came in and began to take care of Ashley's wounds.

When this happens, Ashley can't help but hesitate.

Anyway, the enemy of the Ashlets will be King Gran, his human.

Given the establishment of this village, it seemed difficult to work out a plan for the future here.

But Norman said ahead of Ashle's chest like that.

"Please keep talking. One of the Knights of the Catel Hospital will not say anything else about what he asked you in an unexpected time. Rest assured."

Everyone on the spot stood colored when I heard about the Catel Hospital Knight.

I had made predictions since that struggle, but after all, Norman was not just a monk or anything.

The Knights of Catel Hospital was a battle group that built a castle fortress on an isolated island and catel floating in the Inland Sea of Farouche, and was the most powerful independent knight in the Western world who shook up "Viper Fang" as pagan and Alam bishops expanding their forces on opposite shores.

The three boys of the Western Marquis and the Knights of the Catel, to which Brother Gate belonged, received significant donations each year, which served as a source of funding.

They are also not only knights fighting on the front lines, but also philanthropists who possess excellent therapeutic skills and help people who make pilgrimages to the Holy Land free of charge.

From what I hear, the technology and equipment of that institution far outweighs that of the home country: the hospital attached to the Pope's Office.

Ashle was convinced, recalling the high level of combat ability he showed in the earlier battle.

And I found out that he was also a "spindle" capable man.

Praised small, Norman silently wipes Ashle's wounds with a clean cloth. Make sure there is no small rust or blade fragments left.

Surprisingly, even though he is a man of the Knights of Religion with the battle against pagan and human hatred at first sight, he does not see a sway in the deeds of a man named Norman, even with his daughter of the Night Devil and a man of the Earthspider in front of him.

The very concept of prejudice and discrimination did not seem to be equipped for Norman from the edge.

"Isn't the problem...?

"I'm sure you all know how dangerous it is to bind to small differences in a battlefield where life and death are the backbone."

Norman, who gives the minimum necessary answers, I see. He was indeed a man of the Order of Religious Knights. In oligarchy (perhaps), one's beliefs are demonstrated in action.

Ashle nodded and decided to believe Norman.

Then I opened my mouth.

We had to decide on an operational meeting and a policy for the future.

"Where's Gran?

"He's in the cemetery. That's for sure. Paragraphs are too big to move from the cemetery. And now the cemetery is at the bottom of the Naruto, in the hole. Isma, I'm sure the result of the divination"

"You've never taken it off before. I guarantee it. I just don't have the Rothschild you two were snooping about."

I thought you said, "I love you."

"I don't care anymore."

Ashle had a quiet feeling of pity (renbin) for Isma, who bowed her head without shame or outspoken ears.

"By and large, did the flames you called from Gehenna retreat"

"It's weakening... but I'm still planning on burning for another moment"

Isma shudders to Theon's question.

"I'm not blaming you. The exercise of that move had no tactical choice."

"Really?"

Isma, who raised her face at an odd angle, smiled.

It is the speed of transformation that makes you not know what is most emotional.

"But I can't get close to the graveyard...? Not for much longer, at least."

"People help doesn't always lead to the results they want."

In Isma's light mouth, Ashle remembered the pain as if she had been trampled on the soles of her shoes directly above her heart.

"Lessons learned later."

Izma rarely defended Syon's realization of compassion through Ashle's chest.

"Scold me after the heat's over my throat, I won't grow a child yo, princess"

Isma's tone was as mild as ever, but Ashley thinks the adage is the best.

It was Ashley herself who caused this.

Besides, Isma is not referring to the deterioration of the situation any more than necessary.

Bad imagination was a situation where I could do as much as I wanted.

It should be easy to stir up Ashle's agitation by mouthing it.

But Isma didn't.

Unlike a man who blames a wound on a prank and torments his opponent.

He's watching out for Isma.

"Until the flames subside, nothing can be done. There's no point in being in a hurry. Think about it when you get to the cemetery."

Ashley tells with a sinking face.

Theon nodded and Izma scratched his head. Shit, that look.

It started with grasping the power of the war.

"What's Gran capable of?

"The characteristic of the basic immortal - in addition to his super-recoverability and immortality - he nests a horde of evil demons in his flesh and wraps them around them as garments. It's a poisonous outfit that erodes the flesh just by touching it."

"Is that... like black fog?

Don't be so familiar. Ashley replies to the admiring Scion.

He attacked my team.

Anger over Gran springs up in twists and turns.

Ashley felt that her vision for the Coming King, which was in her own midst, was turning into clear hostility.

"Do the spears - Shivnir - work?"

"Can be scattered"

Reminds me of the previous battle, Ashley said. Ashley took off the siege when she opened her path in Shivnir.

There was nothing like a response, but I thought I was observing that it just didn't keep up with the power and power of explosive growth capability, not ineffective.

"If the body has a physical entity, it should definitely work."

"Then" Shivnir "is the most effective way to deal with black fog. Rose Absolute is inefficient."

"Ensel Hylow from close range can be cleaned up without giving you a regenerating hippo."

"Don't overstate your freshly remembered moves. Yaru, don't let it go too far. If you get caught up in something like that, you can't blackburn it. Without Shivnir's protection, even the user would be in danger.... Speaking of which, I thought you were coughing."

"Oh, that's... that's true, but we'll do better next time. Izma taught me the trick."

"I'm not always next to you in a crisis like that."

"It just sounds like a conversation between lovers."

Isma points out with her hands on her cheeks looking bored.

My half-opened eyes were looking at both of them.

Ashle blushed and Theon was upset by the way it looked.

"Izmah, don't make tea. Besides, Ashley, why is it turning red there? Well, then it's like there's something nasty going on between us!

Ha, and Isma sighed, and scorned the two of them.

"You two said something about a force analysis. What we need to think about right now is not frontal power, but the problem of hostage rescue that we need to accomplish with that grand opponent.

On a military scale, he's a king who can follow more than 10,000 troops.

Just looking at the power isn't a lifetime comparison. This is the size of an expedition by some military power, isn't it?

Isma said with her long fingers in front of her.

"This one against, even with horses and sheep, has five heads. If you collide head-on, they'll just crush you."

Yeah, and there was a sheep voice somewhere.

"So what do we do?

"You'll only have odd hands."

"Sneak in alone, or something"

Scion stares at Ashley's suggestion as being too bold.

Not bad, Isma glanced at Ashley.

Naturally, you do it, don't you? That's the kind of eye I had.

Ashle responded by stretching her spine. Naturally.

That's the Holy Knight, and Isma impressed him with a playful trick.

"If we can get on with the confusion, it might be more likely to act alone"

"At least you two will need it"

Who will protect his back? Theon ate down.

"Who is responsible for creating chaos with more than 10,000 Legion opponents?

Ugh, Theon gets stuck in words.

I see. In strategic and tactical terms, it was Isma's single altar.

True or false is unclear, but it may not be a lie that he was once a king.

"If the princess of the cause is in the battle for revenge, Gran will move."

"Yang Dynasty, So"

"Ashley knows the hard words. It's called fishing bait."

If you fail, you will be eaten. Isma said with a lot of tea.

But I can't take my bait off to fish.

"What are you gonna do?"

Theon points out in a fuzzy manner whether it's not funny to be deprived of the lead.

"Of course, are you leaving by the princess? And sheep."

It's me (the servant) of love, so I smiled and Isma said.

I felt the language was wrong, but Ashley stopped pointing it out.

I didn't have time.

"Can you please?

I want you to play the part. Seriously, Ashley said. Hugh, and Isma whistle.

"You're the best, Ashley."

"But"

"But you think this is my fault, or something?

Izma tilted her neck to the left and right to show it, looking like she was half frightened and half impressed.

"I don't want you to think about it. There's a situation here. I'm not so sweet or retarded that I put my life on the line for the lover of a stranger."

You don't know if you're pretty until you see it in front of you, do you?

Mostly it's a hassle. I pretended before that. I'm angry.

Does the experience of the past mean something?

said Isma with a bitter running look.

"Do you have any paper? It could be parchment."

Pens and ink too. Theon said, and Izma responded immediately.

What was taken out is a fine parchment.

Ashley imagined what skin it was and became terrified.

"What do you use it for?

It's a graveyard plan.

Theon ran a pen on paper.

When he saw the pencil, Ashley was sure.

That intuition that the clan of night demons can't forget their memories, he said, is for sure.

"Ten years ago, but deep renovations shouldn't be possible."

Ashley noticed something strange when she looked at the story of Zion and the drawing that was being drawn in front of her.

Because it was unlikely to be so neat from the section where the cemetery was located.

This is what I heard.

"Have you noticed? This is Ignace's legacy - the Paragram."

Ashle was stunned by Zion's words.

I couldn't move it, there was once a prediction that it was something vaguely large in Zion's words, but I never thought the building itself was.

"There are several routes of entry, but infiltration would be better after the end of the war has been opened"

Look closely at the drawings and only consider them. Theon says.

"The passage of the" Paragram "is narrow. I can't use Shivnir. It feels like a few shots outside, disposable. The Holy Knight has to quit even if he returns alive. If you suck, you could tie your neck."

Ashley said in an unmistakable tone.

I meant to be a good joke about Kaishin, but Theon didn't even laugh in a tickle.

Isma is the only one.

"It's hard to destroy the undead with just steel."

Oh, my God, what are we gonna do with the weapons? Zion pointed it out.

"Use a shield. I haven't seen you, but of all the family heirlooms in the Balaje family, I've brought another one." Blanvel. "Best shield ever."

Ashley said, leaving the room once.

Norman escorted me through the tour.

The area is completely dark, with evening lights and smoke leaking from the houses.

Only the wallside of the village was red as a sunset, sounding horrible at all.

It will still take time for the fire to pull off.

Ashle went to the stable and unloaded her shield from Weapon Rack.

kite shield. Half the top edge is cut into windows. Weight is only less than half of what is normal. The outer edge is thin and like a blade, I use it here when I'm a white soldier.

Shield Combat is the most basic of the knight's combat skills.

Of course Ashley practiced so badly that she didn't like it, and she was proficient.

"I don't know."

Ashle showcased it to both of them dull and glowing in the light of the fire.

"Because you don't have a supernatural attack capability like Shivnir, but instead you can create a powerful force field on the surface of the shield."

"If it's a limited space, is it overwhelmingly advantageous against the blade? I see this and" Shivnir "are a pair of products. In the original operation, this prevents backflow and aftermath from Shivnir. Do you mean horse shooting during high-speed manoeuvres is an anomaly?"

It works for skeletons, doesn't it?

"On top of that, I don't wear armor. I mean, I can only infiltrate with a shield."

"It's more of an infiltration than an infiltration, well."

Then you should take this too.

Isma offered some drugs and precious stones from her luggage.

It is a substitute for alchemy entanglement.

You can't get all this, even in Extram, the gateway town of the Pope's Office.

It was a genuine earthspider.

Izma pinched up every one of them and politely explained the usage and effects.

"After all, you really are a good person, aren't you? Mr. Isma."

Isma looked out of her mind at Ashle, who said she was smudged.

"Have you noticed so far? It's late, it's late, Ashley! It's too late to realize Isma's charm!... really, so how did it look so far?

"... one heck of a guy?

Hikichi, and Isma's face caught on.

"So, what now?

"Heck... a good one?

Give it back. Isma tried to take back the earlier items from Ashle's hands.

Cocksucking, Zion laughs as the pigeon throats.

"May I?

That's where Norman showed up. Speaking of which, Norman had just disappeared after he had guided Ashley to the stable.

"Have you talked to me?"

I didn't know what Norman's offer meant, and together we looked at each other, and then we nodded.

"You think you're going to King Grant's graveyard? Besides, you're in a hurry."

Are you sure?

Ashle answered nervously to Norman, who asked unchanged expression.

"Yes, but I can't move until the flames that protect the settlement are gone"

"I negotiated with the village chief that there would be an old road that was oral only to the cemetery guard, and that things would allow me to pass specifically just to things"

Ashley was heartily surprised by Norman, who told her without even Nicole.

This man was working in the shadows to help the Ashlets voluntarily.

"But how did they persuade the village chief?

"We need the help of King Grant to save the country," he said. Ashledau explained that he had been sent by the Pope's Office to take the test for it. This would explain even if you were flashy. "

Most of them looked at each other in surprise.

Because what Norman did was even a kind of scam.

Convenient, too strong a valve.

"If you're asked if you lied, all I can say is that you're right. If you repent, do as much later as you can after it's all over."

Revealing all the truth does not necessarily bring salvation to the people.

It is an unconvincing logic for young Ashley to understand.

But Ashley had no words to resist the strength of a man who lived with truth and faith, even on one side.

More importantly, Norman bought himself a dirty part for the Ashlets.

"We've arranged for you to leave immediately?

"Thank you"

"It's not like they say thank you. We ourselves have been helped by you. If you owe me, I can't show you as a human if you return it. Besides... I'm good at lying just here."

Pepper, he showed his tongue and Norman said.

Keep your face like that one.

Ashle was surprised when she rounded her eyes.

Norman made a joke.

I wonder how dumb he was on the side. Norman's face is down.

What a lovely face to laugh at.

"If you're alive, I want to talk to you again"

Good luck.

Thus the line set foot on the path of the tomb guard.