Sanzen no Souru Supina

Ashle's condition seemed to be recovering well.

Youthfulness also helped with it. And Ashley also ate well, and slept, as the leaf-dropping trees accumulated their strength in preparation for the advent of spring in its interior during the winter months.

By the time the week had passed and the moon had moved to the frost moon, the cheeks that had been sprinkled had also returned and it felt like they had returned quite a bit of strength.

"It's time for a long ride."

"Hmm, the vitrion is blunt, too, and I have to get my mind back."

"It's already January. Just the shapes and shapes will slow down the battle."

"... Ku, I wonder what about practicing the handlers..."

"Yes, let's write to the Marquis of Trantrim. I've recovered so far. I need to see you and say a word of thanks."

Ashle said the twinkle of Zion gorgeously through.

"Damn...... since I woke up, I've had a bad personality. He was more of an honest good boy."

Did you hate me?

Theon still has trouble responding because he asks that in his face.

"Besides, the builder won't be practicing. In you and me. It's gonna be another real fight."

How can Theon answer such an affirmation?

It was almost simultaneous with Ashle finishing writing the letter as it was added to Zion and the envoy visiting the villa.

"I have been offered a response to return."

Having said that, Ashle and Zion invited the messenger, who was sitting on the doorstep, into the living room to entertain him with hot tea and easy baked confectionery.

The messenger is a boy that turns thirteen this year.

Often in small countries where the squire is not institutionalized, as in the Pope's Office, the son of a nobleman, who also tries to stand as a warrior class, will serve the court, starting at the age of twelve as a squire.

So I use things like service, chores, messengers, etc. and develop courtesy.

I guess so here in Trantrim.

Ashley remembered her boyhood.

In retrospect, that's not to say, but after diving through so many dead places, it seemed to Ashley as though it was a long and distant memory.

"First of all, I already have a reply letter here. However, since I have finished writing, will you please be my contact for a while until the ink dries up?"

When Ashley cut it out, the messenger boy - Bespar and he said - dyed his cheeks and nodded.

"My Lord: Yugadir asked me to reveal myself with a clean knight and a beautiful princess."

"Was it unexpected"

"No, it's outrageous. It was more than that."

Stared with straight eyes, Ashle tasted the embarrassment.

It is unmistakable that Theon is a beautiful princess, but he is too lifted up with a knight of purity.

But Ashley also figured out what it was like to be a Bespard boy.

Indeed, I also admired the magnificent figure of the Cathedral Knights from childhood to juvenile years.

One day, I'm going to be one of them. Yes, I was determined.

Without disrespect, I guess it's included. The Bespar boy tried to contain the feeling of deviation, choosing words and asking carefully about the Ashlets.

Both Ashley and Theon told the boy everything he could answer.

"What is important as a knight?

"For one thing, I think it's trust. To the other person, to yourself.

The other, code. However, this should not be imposed by others. It has to be the way of life I have imposed on myself.

And -- and this is something that I myself have experienced very recently, and which I feel painful about -- to keep thinking, to keep asking… and, at that moment, to keep giving answers… I can't say it well, and I don't know if it's conveyed in these words. "

"Neither do I think I can understand the true meaning of the word right now. But I'll take care of what you say."

Ashley tried to tell the boy only what he had gained from his own experience as best he could.

There may have been a deviation, therefore, from the morality and ideals shown in the textbooks and in the teachings.

But Beth Pearl seemed to enjoy the deviation.

"Yugadir, you're right."

"What about Lord Yugadir?

Ashle matched what Bespar boy called it.

It would indeed be smarter than to call it by the country name of Trantrim.

"I hope you feel the wind from the outside,"

"Wind is also what carries disease. Until you create solid standards within yourself, especially"

Besparr nods honestly at Ashle's gentle admonition.

Ashley isn't the only one. Theon liked this boy again.

At the same time Ashle took a strong interest in a man named Yugadir.

At the core of the Bespard boy was the education of Yugadir - not only by words and teachings, but also by the way of life - and I felt it burned with color on my back.

But Ashle also felt different and stopped asking Root Digging Leaf Digging Bespar about Yugadir here.

Instead, I asked about Bespar.

Its origins and future dreams.

Surprisingly, Beth Pearl says... he's a war orphan.

"Yugadir, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't picked it up for me."

"War... means... I beg your pardon for stepping in, but has Trantrim ever fought a war with anywhere within a decade? I hear that the Union of Small States is basically confronting threats from the Hadari wilderness at the same time as the Treaty of Mutual Inviolability."

"War, should it be called... this is conflict, should it be called? In the forest of Nivrdarschen, the land of the undeveloped, they rebel against demons and humans taking hands at night, and they appeal to terror every time."

For the first time, Ashley and Zion looked at each other.

"Isolationists, and we're calling them.... I don't understand why you're trying to tear two seeds apart trying to take my hand..."

The city of Bespar was also burned by their isolationist raids, he said.

They also say that the Isolationists use a kind of monster called the Terrible Monster - the Included Beast - causing comparable damage to even a few members of the military. It's out of hand because of the disgrace.

So much so that there are stories about the demons in Hadari's field and possibly Esperalgo, who are now ringing their military shoes, or joining hands with the Alam forces, Bespar tied.

"My father, my mother, my sister, to them..."

Both Ashle and Theon apologized for touching the boy's unexpected wounds, but Bespar said I spoke voluntarily, he laughed.

If you ask, there are quite a few children in the situation like Bespar.

"Beth, do you want to be a knight?

"Yes. No, I don't. I wanted to be a knight and take my family's revenge. But what I'm trying to train for is that I may not be suitable for knights. I'm afraid. Seeing the tip of a sword or the tip of a spear revives that sight"

So, Besparr said.

"I think I'll be a perfumer in the future. Did you know? Trantrim is a famous place for roses, right? When I say how wonderful Rose Water will be made from it!

It's like, like, a scent that rises from your body, Zion.

Saying so much in a vehement manner, Bespar looked, ah,

I told you something extra, that's the face.

"You'd need a large distiller to refine Rose Water, wouldn't you? Is there such a facility in Trantrim? It's what the monastery is carrying, even if it's strange."

"Yugadir ordered the monasteries in the country to release the technology. Technological openness, we call it. My father was the owner of a rose farm. Because I've been helping since I was a little girl, I know roses."

Yugadir gave him the education and equipment he needed. On the contrary, it would have indicated even future positions.

It's a lot of mastery, Ashley felt.

"It's time, okay?

We didn't run out of talk, but we need to be too late. The main gate closes.

Scion scrolls through the letter, sealing the wax, the ring - - this also shows Scion's already lost right to inherit the throne: Phytiuma - - Pushing the statue of a goddess with wings crossed by an alpine plant wearing a blue and fantastic petal.

In the meantime, Beth Pearl asked, feeling sneaky.

"Oh, that."

"Anything?"

"Sir Balaje, what is your relationship... with His Highness Theon?

I guess that's something I couldn't help but ask the boy who is getting old about what relationship the coveted Saint Knight and the Princess of the Night Devil are in.

It was just not a topic to be heard openly in front of a woman for Bespar, who knows shame and disrespect.

So now, at this time, it was.

"I think it's irreplaceable, it's one person"

Ashley replied. Beth Pearl rushed in and asked.

"Lover, are you with each other? The knight of man and the princess of the night devil..."

Yes, and Ashle nodded honestly. I admitted it clearly.

The cheeks of the Bespar boy were stained with red, and I saw them wrapped with my hands to cool it down, and Ashley just couldn't have raised her voice and laughed.

Scion, who came back to examine the letter, looked at both of them like that and looked suspicious.

Choosing a beautiful day, Ashle went on a long ride with Scion.

The joy of Vitrion, long separated from her husband, was not just every bit, but ran around with no snow.

A story I asked Theon said that Ashley had kept no one but Theon from touching that body while she was unconscious, and had troubled the horses alone.

"I'm sorry. You worried about me. 'Cause I'm already a jerk."

To Ashle, who says with that head, I guess he understands the words, Vitrion pressed his nose against everything.

Ashle's flesh was dull.

I just flushed it for a second and my knees are cramped.

Ha, and Ashley was depressed.

I had to work out quite a bit more, and every cried out word naturally.

It's called the time of the drifting temple, it's called the time of the Catel Island, and the specs of Ashle's flesh tend to fall due to serious injuries and severe depletion, although he managed to retain his life.

Dragon Spear: Anyway, if you put up a cavalry spear now and come to the game on horseback, can you hit it properly?

Some parts of my muscles got stiff while I was asleep.

I knew rush was forbidden, but given the circumstances, I couldn't be too slow.

I have things to do with my people.

But when we rendezvous at the same time, it's just luggage, instead of making sense out of the force.

That shouldn't have been all.

"Well, shouldn't we be able to go away, not really? Not yet."

So I'm stuck ignoring Theon's words like that.

"Just a little more, please."

Theon is weak when they say so.

Besides, I like Zion so much that he's desperately trying to regain the power of his mind and flesh.

Humans kick anybody, they fall.

But it is self-evident that those who crawl all the time on the ground mourning bad luck and one defeat, and those who try to stand up with the utmost effort - in any case, women's hearts are moved.

And as Theon sees Ashley, suffering from the infirmity of the flesh, gradually overcome that infirmity by the Will, he is once again made aware of the size of his vessel.

In other words, Sion wonders how "will" can make you follow an ideal with an ideal - so that you know freedom and disability, possibilities and impossibilities - and eventually overcome the rising high wall.

So "will" does not arise for things that have no desire, no stray, no grid.

It can also be described as hunger or thirst.

Because there is no need for "will" for what is fulfilled.

At some point, Theon is out of such an ashle, he can't keep his eyes open.

Ashle, who was practicing in the near field, suddenly returned for Zion.

He descends from his saddle in a hurry and runs over and over.

"What, what, what's going on?

"Scion, oh my, body," Jagri Jagra!

Hayashion looked down upon his own flesh and understood the reason for Ashle's agitation.

Time for excitement.

"What shall we do?"

"So, that's why I said, trying to refrain from going away!

In the end, the two had no choice but to reach treatment on a plateau where there was nowhere to hide.

Make sure they connect each other's coats to create a shade.

"Hey, I'm starting to feel like I'm doing something really good"

"Damn, I'm gonna bite, hey, I'm gonna bite you already! I just have to bite! I'll bite you!

Ashley was so pissed off by Zion that she didn't even want to reflect.

Most of all, when I concentrate, I forget about it, and everything makes me stand in the same predicament.

They ran their horses through the harsh and beautiful landscape of Trantrim.

"Nevertheless, the humans who say Yugadir... even though you never knew them before, you were so amazing that you were ashamed of your unknown"

Besides the distant ride, the topic of Ashley was mainly occupied by Yuga.

"Right."

It's complicated in Zion's chest to give it back.

I don't feel bad about being praised by fellow countrymen, who also practice progressive ideals.

Theon himself admitted to being a masterpiece, Yingjie.

But at the same time, secrets with Ashley that I haven't told him are as heartbreaking as needles.

"Isn't it unusual to have such a human in the Night Demon Clan?

"No, I'm rare. Indeed, it is the blood of the Night Devil who stands and behaves as a ruler/nobleman, as most rulers in history were not masterpieces or masterpieces. Instead, whether you're incompetent or whatever," you're born a nobleman. "I still think that consciousness only corrupts your mind.

Ashley's right, I'm a rare masterpiece.

Ashle breathed relieved at Zion's review.

It wasn't uncommon for a man like that to be born, but he thought that mankind would never be able to beat the devil at night.

So Ashley doesn't know the words Theon swallowed.

"I still feel one scale of that masterpiece," he said.

But Ashle's admiration was also not impossible.

A golden brooch worn by Vitrion, a large brooch worn on Ashle's chest. Scion's is designed to be attached to a skirt - - the floral crown and the hayabusa - it is the family crest of Yugadir, and every immunity privilege - that is, the "Focus", a weapon of mass destruction, and its bearer, the "Spindle Capable Man", were allowed to enter freely without it in the country.

At the end of the meeting, Ashley asked for permission to take a long ride, and Yugadir, along with this crest, responded to the return of all the "Focus" that had been deposited.

It was not a treatment of knights of other countries who violated their borders with unauthorized and heavily armed arms.

Ashley will not forget the night she first met with Yugadir.

The load carried by the Bespar boy along with the invitation contained as many as ten Ashle clothes.

It's a time when you can't even hope for mass production by machine.

All garments are hand woven hand sewn. Of ordinary people. That's why old clothes were all over the city, old clothes dealers.

Brand new was a hell of a price.

Ashley feared first of all for the fine tailoring, but she couldn't possibly have been able to put it down for herself, and received it.

Theon's lack of it was due to the incompetence that invites closets set up in different spaces: Shadow Cloak.

Instead, a crown was sent combining good silver and seven treasures.

No expensive stones were used, but the design was too brilliant.

The design concentrates on a bouquet of silver craftsmanship made with grassy frames collecting grass flowers.

All the grass flowers are colored with seven treasures.

The grasshoppers of the motif were in line with the Union of Trantrim and the surrounding countries--that crest.

It's just that you can tell it belongs to Scion because there was a phytiuma - that blue, seductive flower - in the center of it.

There may have been some nuances about ease and that majestic crown - "Astellas" - that you would shy away from in the country.

"True, it's like walking in a hustle and bustle that you're willing to engage with Geiserlon if you walk openly in that dress."

"Beautiful design. The flower used for Geiserlon's crest, the alias" Devil's Claw, "is too famous for me to know the name of this flower correctly."

Ashle said as she looked at the forehead crown.

Theon crushes his name--Phytiuma.

Ashle rolled the word over her tongue.

"What's a horrible alias, back to back, you're a beautiful flower. Poor thing... when you're armed, Scion feels like a rose... but usually when you're around... it's like this flower."

"Love in the Mist."

To Zion's twinkle, Ashle tilted her neck.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

For some reason, Theon laughed with great worry.

After all, I even said that I should stop going.

Ashle had never heard Theon say that before.

I was surprised because she's a pretty attentive girl for courtesy.

But Theon laughed before Ashley could say a word of doubt.

"Just kidding."

Ashley laughed relieved, too.

Then I got up to speed and visited Yuga when the sun was completely down.

I was greeted at dinner.

Fruit treated in different ways, nuts, mushrooms, wild grass in the mountains, as well as fresh cheese and yogurt, with plenty of zivier in the main - a roast boar that night.

"It's about eating well and rebuilding your flesh as soon as possible"

Yuga, speaking with a sense of humor, grabbed a glimpse of the fat ribs so as to exemplify herself.

Licking the saltiness and fat on your fingers like a child gives Ashle all the friendliness rather than naivety.

After the meal, Ashley thanked him again.

That you saved the crisis. About generous treatment, sparing aid.

"I'm not just saying"

Finished listening to all Ashley's words, nodding, but Yuga said.

"During your stay, you will be my spokesperson - and, at times, my warfare opponent."

Yuga said with a serious face.

Theon stifled his face, but Ashle did not move.

Rather, I liked Yuga's sense of wit.

"Count Yugadir, if I may. Ashley, in the future."

"Then I want you to call me Yuga, too. I want you to stop counting."

That's it, Yuga went back to smiling.

Yuga's offer is not without any reason.

Knowing the truth about the national situation in other countries - and that is also precise - was because it was an indispensable judgement material in determining the national policy, whether it was diplomacy or combat action.

As we'll see later, Yuga already had a considerable intelligence network.

Still, the information obtained from the parties, the Holy Knight, who is also a first-degree combat capable man who has disobeyed the EXTRAM Pope's Agency, should have been out of group in its reliability, accuracy and certainty.

Though Ashley was only happy to know what that meant, there was no reason to be afraid of the small price.

Yuga will pull all that stuff out of Ashley.

And to Ashley's attitude, Yuga was also impressed with the strength of this seemingly obscure looking boy knight inside.

It was the third man who broke the fine air brewed there.

"Late ascent...... not anymore. But please forgive me, my natural martial artist."

The only thing that showed up at that table as I said it was feeling pushed on by the courtesy clothes, my hair was also an old Mojamoja.

However, even though the year is long enough, its skeleton is thicker and its back length is higher than Ashle's.

The glance thrown at him to shrug was sharp enough to value all things.

Ashle made a first impression that her fingertips were thick from her sleeves, as a treat, as if she were the parent of an artisan.

"Wasn't it too late, Maestro? I don't think I'll be able to see you again tonight, so dinner's over."

"I want you to complain about the costume you sent me. How much time I had to spend shoving this boned body into something I'm unfamiliar with. I had to take a bath."

A man scratched his head as I said it. A scratched head made a noise and a small metal part fell off.

When the man crouched down and picked it up without saying no to everyone on the spot, he blushed to show it.

"It's a gear I thought I'd gone somewhere to get out"

As I say, the man tries to leave the room.

If Yuga hadn't rushed over to his seat and stopped, he would have left as he was.

"Maestro, give me a break this evening"

Why, but the man who stares back at Yuga in silence was a genius.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce you. This is Maestro: Darieri. Elsid Darieri, a man blessed by God in painting, sculpture, architecture and all other inventions, and, as you can see, a genius."

With the attitude that it would be enough because the greeting was done, Shion and Ashley, who once again saw Yuga stopping the man leaving with the same impetus as tightening his feathers, had nothing more to do with this.