Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Now we're out of three...... oh my god. Is he really still sick with that? The Knights of the White Devils."

Next to Zion, Yuga said not with whom.

Mixed with members of the White Devil Knights in an indoor-set arena, Ashley has no spare time practicing his combat skills.

He tenaciously outplayed the marginal game, and this is his third win.

Is there still something about my body that I'm not convinced of?

Ashley, who should have won, twisted his neck tightly and slowly regarded the mould of his moves.

Knights of the White Devil - I mean, the knights under Yuga were like the Night Devils, admitting they were clean and defeated, but there was not much of a breeze to repeat on the spot.

I guess there was common sense that reflection and repetition could only be done by themselves from the Night Demons with full memory.

But to Ashle's enthusiasm to do it in front of him, a human circle had been formed so that he could be fished in.

Why, why, and how others saw it and divided the victory and defeat - the demons asked Ashley for that perspective at night.

Ashley scratches her head like she was frightened, but answers the question enthusiastically.

In words, sometimes in practice.

Unlike you, humans forget that if you don't repeat it immediately - it sounds like a Zion.

"Not really, not to him. It's completely mastered."

Yuga said without giving in.

Behind the word "troubled" is a tone that floats.

"Naturally. He's the youngest man to ever pass the Holy Knight registration for the Extrum Pope's Office, even though he disobeyed it with his" will ". The places of death that slipped through afterwards - all so much so that legends and mythologies could teach them. You don't know how long it will grow humans."

Theon said in a strange voice.

"I'm going to be familiar with how much such a battle might destroy humans... but common sense doesn't seem to apply to him. Have you not been loved by the Princess of the Night Devil?"

Even before that stubbornness, Yuga doesn't move.

(i) The distance between the meters represented the subtle air flowing between them.

Even though we were forced into a situation where we could not unplug each other, it was only natural for the two of us to know the muckiness of each other's skin and the heat of "Dreams" to become such a sense of distance across the ashle.

Scion is a catfish that draws a line, and Yuga notices.

"Captain Yugadir, excuse me for talking to you."

One of the White Devil Knights rushed over to Yuga. This is the man who was beaten earlier. Keep your head down frankly.

It is unusual for a proud night demon man to bow his head in front of a large crowd.

"Oh man... they finally dragged me out"

Yuga takes a seat, throwing a smile in the light of Zion.

Look, and Theon breathed.

Simply being by my side makes me smell Yuga without refusing the feel of Zion.

Then it hurts where it was altered by Yuga.

Leaving it wild makes contact with memories and tries to recreate those days in Zion.

It was not forbidden to wrap "Astellas", the "Focus" that protects the mind, but it was still forbidden to continue wearing it too conspicuously in ordinary times.

That's what the forehead crown sent from Yuga would have meant, and that's not Scion I don't know about.

That is why Zion must consciously resist it.

A hard-working attitude was therefore inevitable.

I feel like I'm working betrayal on Ashley.

As a Scion, I really don't want to go to Yuga's court.

However, a well-appointed facility was ideal for Ashley's rehabilitation.

Unlimited highly trained training, saunas and adequate meals.

Ashley feels she must return to the battlefield as soon as possible and to Catel Island - not to speak, but Zion felt it on her skin.

The deepest part of Catel Island - Ashle doesn't know the end of the ritual to reborn Illis as the Virgin Mary.

The one who descended as the Virgin Mary, the one with the far too perfect Love of England.

The horror of "Love", which even white anoints humanity - the mercilessness of "Love."

Of the pain the flesh regenerates, but Zion did see it.

Before consciousness, I trembled in fright coming from a much deeper place.

So I could only tell Ashley that "the ritual was barely but successful", which depended on the matter.

Isn't that... “enemy”? I couldn't convey my own intuition.

So for Ashley, Illis is still the “fiancé” to be reunited with.

And... every time I hit the word "fiancée," Theon's mind is disturbed by a thousand things.

Until Yuga asked me again, I was never conscious.

The question is, what am I to Ashley?

Until now, Theon had never been bound by such a thing.

When asked if he was not proud of a kind of ambition that stemmed from being a long-lived species himself, Zion had no words to give back.

What would have happened to Ashley if Ashley had perceived him as an enemy just as Zion felt against Iris?

I would have been Ashley's "what”.

It was the untimely yellow cheer that broke Theon's recollection.

While training is taking place, access to the arena is forbidden except for the warrior class.

It is also a concern for accidents. When it comes to training, it's a real form of combat using real weapons and protective equipment.

It is not uncommon for a weapon to be sprung to stand around.

Upstairs, however, there were audience seats with qualities, and the tournament was allowed.

During the long winter peasant idleness, the training was also made public as entertainment for the handrailed peasants, their children, women officials and nuns.

"We must also make them, who are not combatants, aware by what" little "this peace is preserved"

That was Yuga's idea.

In fact, by being made public, the White Devil Knights had become recognised by people with some relief.

And the new Ashley had already gained considerable popularity among women.

However, Zion felt less uncomfortable with the content of that cheer, the content of the rising surprise.

"I can't believe you're the same person as us, but you're more than equal to the knights of the Night Devil"

This is what happens when you summarise its contents in a nutshell.

As a resident force confronting the external hostile forces in Trantrim, the White Demon Knights led by Yuga were its main force.

There was also an army made up of mankind - the Civilian Police Corps - which is, in one way or another, a police-powered organization that serves the administration of justice, an organization stationed at police stations set up throughout the country to protect the safety of its citizens.

Here was the reason why the Union in and around Trantrim was able to maintain exceptionally good economic conditions and security and cultural standards compared to other countries, even though they were small States.

That is the overwhelming low level of military spending as a percentage of GNP.

The more paradoxical and straightforward you say, the less there is, the more the people moisturise and the richer their lives, because the amount of money that costs to procure armaments and maintain the army will bounce straight back to taxes.

Let's assume the price of one arrow is one silver coin. Because if it becomes a massive war, it is consumed in thousands of copies a day (and reuse was often not possible. arrows were delicate, excellent craftsmanship crystals, and specialist craftsmen existed), it's like dumping thousands of silver coins in the wilderness.

Still, the state must have military power to protect itself from aggression by a hostile state - and from the eleven clans of demons, the natural enemies.

Suddenly people believed that, and in many cases it was true.

Therefore the kings always prepared themselves for war, and made their spears, and their arrows to be made.

So the tax rate can't go down.

That was common sense.

Trantrim was trying to break that common sense by a complete division of labor.

One of the knights of the Night Devil is said to be comparable to hundreds of human normal warriors.

It cannot be killed with just steel, and it is difficult to inflict fatal wounds even with sanctimonious weapons.

Hundreds of human beings will not return when they die, but they will even return from the abyss of their death.

However, blood is required for the price.

It is resistant to sacrifice blood to monsters who do not know who they are.

But in this way, what if we made it public?

the figure of the knights of the Night Demons who literally stand up for their bodies and fight for their people.

It's all about the difference. It's so beautiful, it's old, it's irrelevant.

Cavaliers of perpetual robbery who are noble and do not seek any consideration but blood.

There is no one unappealed by its appearance.

Light a fire on a field, loot a family fortune, commit a crime against a woman or child, and kill them - you don't need an army like that.

Take tax mercilessly, and if you can't, captivate it with rope and shackles, and if you wield privilege, you can't push the challenge - you don't need a ruler like that.

Yes, what the people think is self-explanatory.

After the training was over and the weapons were cleared, the people voluntarily stepped down to the liberated arena and took their word for it.

As tonight's "Money of Blood," I promise to offer myself.

The Knights of the Night Devil take it politely.

The farmer's daughter, a woman, and sometimes even a ni monk, blush their cheeks, as if to confess their love.

In fact, they say there are countless examples of village daughters and young people offering their necks and saving knights who have worn them out in the battle against isolationists.

And he never tried to make the White Devil Knights face off the people who pay the "blood money".

The attitude seemed real, like dealing with friends and lovers.

That may have been a snail close to the coexistence that Zion wanted.

However, as he saw the sight, Theon couldn't help but feel the same discomfort he felt in that cheer.

Scion even secretly doubted himself that it was not the jealousy that arose from being preempted by his own ideals.

But I concluded it wasn't.

Again, I can't wipe the discomfort of having misbuttoned something.

In front of that Scion, Yuga and Ashley were about to start matching up.

They both chose a long sword. I don't have a shield.

Skills and practice are the most visible styles.

"Knight: Ashley, aren't you a lot tired without three?

"I can't say that on the battlefield. Different?

Yeah, and Yuga nodded and grinned at Ashle's words.

grin as if to see something unyielding, eyeless. Ashley smiles back, too.

Theon's eyes are nailed to the appearance of the two men.

It is painful so that the back of the chest is narrower.

Theon doesn't know himself who has unconsciously put his fingers together to pray in front of his chest.

We thank each other for the knights who raise their swords, and turn to each other.

Ashley's so-called fool's stand on the lower level, Yuga took the "key stand" that drew the poking snail to hand.

Ashley would like to outshine Yuga's attack over skill and experience.

Yuga poked sharply as he responded.

Ashle lifts and defends at hand, not at the cutting edge of the sword.

This method, called the Ace-shaped defense, prevents the sword received from slipping across your body.

The foundation in the foundation, but in practice, I really want to play the other sword in a distant time because of my fear.

And if you do a small handed defense with a losing cut to fear, they'll take it backwards.

From Ashley's steady defense, the blade touches the bind - the impending snail was only a moment away.

Sparks scatter and Yuga's blade tip changes direction with the force of her wrist.

It's called winding.

Keep going. Yuga advances and targets Ashle's chest.

But Ashley hasn't lost either.

Likewise, the winding is used for defense and misses target.

Slip the opponent's thrust on the armored surface of the armor he wears.

An auriculous sound sounds, but uses an upward cut by the winding, poking it back no matter.

It would have seemed to the audience that at almost the same time each other's thrusts captured each other.

But this is also shallow. I just plundered onto the surface of my helmet.

Yuga's bind was also a restraint to keep Ashley from freely using her sword.

The audience would not have understood the developments since the first clash.

The two keep fighting to circle as they visibly reposition.

Ashley analyzes Yuga, saying the transition from the erection to the erection, especially when it's time to get your hands off the sword, is excellent.

I don't know if I'm even in the Holy Knight with this much hand work.

As soon as I get distracted, I'm likely to be taken swords from binds (impending) and half-sodes (skill of gripping the blade part).

Yuga, on the other hand, was also wrapping her tongue around Ashle's constantly separated toughness.

I'm going to be able to cut it off and I can't cut it off a step later.

Successfully outweighs at the mound, at the rinse.

Bring good luck.

There is an extraordinary sense of battle to see through the feint.

Yuga thinks he will always grow up to be a strong swordsman in the long run.

The breathless offense lasted more than five minutes. Ashle's breath rises on the boulder in a full-open battle.

But more than bitterness, Ashley had found pleasure in this battle.

The Night Devil's Knight dressed in overloads and obsolete gods, mighty demons and earthspider killers, and warrior armies - it was more of a bloody death fight than an honorable battle.

It was such a battle that we washed each other's blood with blood, and killed each other in dirt stained with deep red with spilled blood.

Ashley was feeling some refreshing breeze in the fight against Yuga.

The joy of the root battle, the blood boiling, the flesh trembling with joy - such joy.

And I guess that was the same for Yuga.

Unusual moves - Yuga began to use one hand, which would have been a forbidden hand.

The sword appears to be dancing. Ashley felt that way unexpectedly.

As the sword leaps through Yuga's left and right hands, it makes the bird think of wings.

"... Dancing Sword"

Ashle's unconscious was picking up a twinkle that resembled the surprise and groaning of the knights of the night.

It was technically a switch hand carried out at a terrible rate, but with the addition of Yuga's body technique there, it would be a daunting sword dance.

So Ashley was lucky to have been able to defend the attack - experience and half of it.

Ashley had found a similarity in Yuga's attack.

Specifically to the dancing sword dance of Zion.

Holy Sword: It was the difference between "Rose Absolute" and the Long Sword that Ashle had a defensive cue for that attack that was launched while successfully utilizing the center of gravity of the sword.

Even though he was young, Ashley was also a knight.

Always, if an ally in front of you has become an enemy, unconsciously think about how to deal with it.

The achievements of a coach knocked in until he became an instinct.

For a moment, I felt Ashle see Yuga's fat muscles cutting into the hanging.

That's exactly what Ashley's intuition showed us a moment later.

"Right there!!

Ashley didn't want to flaunt it.

You were right.

Shortly after I did, the cuts that should have been shaken off, mostly because that was the kind of sword technique that came up for my throat with a slash back.

So I dared step in.

I shook my sword down.

Swing through the opponent's slash at a rate that trails them.

Gi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

The blade became an intersecting snail, and after a moment, it broke without either.

A flash of Ashley captured Yuga's slaughter and shot him down.

For a few seconds, the audience had no voice.

Silence - something to indulge in - and it explodes.

More cheers happened.

Faster than the crowd rushed over, Ashley was embraced.

To Yuga.

"Wow, Ashley, what a guy you are. Totally awesome!!

Jumping his helm, Yuga mouthed on his forehead as if to be his own son or brother.

"You're the second person to get this move."

Unyielding praise, Ashle humbles herself, but it had not worked out quite the opposite of sword moves.

A playable smile sprang from the bottom of my heart and overflowed. I was screaming for pleasure.

Yuga holds up Ashley.

Yuga's eyes on the proud overlapped with Ashle's gaze in conveying gratitude.

They messed it up after that.

The Knights of the Night Demons slap their bodies flat.

It was a tribute to Ashle's swordsmanship and a testament to his trust.

The second wave was the audience. To be precise, it should still have been off-limits time, but Ashley's actions had given them so much enthusiasm that they made the code go sideways.

"Knight, knight, please, take our blood"

Ashley becomes a taunt after a proposal from her young daughters, ladies, and not even older children.

"Uh, what am I supposed to do with this?

When I looked at Scion for help, he turned to me.

"Know what, idiot"

"The handling of swords is genius, but women's hearts are still, you know, practicing, Holy Knight which"

Yuga laughs at me and Ashley doesn't want to blush. More and more laughter happened.

So Ashley doesn't know.

The truth is, it was Scion who ran out the most.

But I tried to hold him, and I stopped my leg.

Ashle's face was waterfalling sweat making waterfalls.

If I touched the skin, I had confidence in Scion that I would not be able to hold my teeth.

Despite being a crowd lookout, a future prediction that would make me look for Ashley was flying in the back of Zion's brain early for a moment.

Besides, Theon thinks.

I wonder if that figure of Ashley, surrounded by the people, should come to a not-so-distant future - that of a man as king.

Theon didn't know if he could mix with the landscape.

"Aren't you going?

When did you get out of the circle of people, Yuga said.

My hair is sticking to my forehead with sweat.

"Though it will be sweaty and dusty"

"Were you the type to care about that?"

"You smell a lot, don't tell me. Dirt."

Yuga stares at Zion, who says so and flips herself.

Then I speak to Ashley. It was an invitation to the sauna.

It was dangerous, Theon thought.

I'm so shuddered that my knees might be crushed.

Because the smell of Yuga was also what drove Zion crazy.