Sanzen no Souru Supina

Since that day, Ashley has visited Yuga like a routine.

I was possessed by Yuga's notes.

Ashley herself described it enormously as she deciphered the knowledge written down there.

That was Ashley's way of studying.

If in doubt, I immediately wrote down the pages and lines and made a separate note.

It later sums up and becomes an ingredient to be hit by Yuga as a precise question.

Here's the thing, for example.

"Connector" is invisibly small, you say?

"That's right. It's invisibly small, but surely it is. For example... Our Night Devil's Food = Like A Dream"

"And you deduce that it is dissolved in our blood"

"That's right, Ashley.“ Connector (Harness). "I've been searching for these hundreds of years. But as it touched this hand, I could not find it at last. But… a party of Barracools has moved the Log Solitary with its" Hiraki "and transformed itself into an Included Beast… incompletely, it has given them a tremendous" Hiraki "

"Where that means - for example, does Barracool's pedigree contain“ connectors (harnesses) "- yes, you reasoned. So I guess it has to be Barracool's blood muscle...... the player (...) of the [Log Solitary]. I see, it's an idea you might not have noticed if you weren't the Night Devil."

"But it turns out it's not. I can handle it if I want to."

"But your hypothesis is not bad. However, the preconditions are different - maybe in my notebook, which I haven't yet reached, it says - maybe it's a reinvention of the so-called wheel, okay?

"Of course, of course, Ashledau. I want to hear your thoughts, too."

"Connector (harness)" - Could it be dissolved in the blood of all of us? For example, like Dream, which is the Night Devil's Meal, it's just that the density and concentration vary from individual to individual… No, or there's the question of activity, inactivity. "

"Go on."

"So... the" Hiragana "... is attributed to the" Will, "to the" Spindle "?

"Yeah. The last place may be too leap, but activity/inactivity is the same as my standpoint"

"So, again, the whole of humanity, there's really a" connector (harness) "?

"To be precise, I wonder if everything that lives and lives in this Worlds End will have it."

"Just because the majority of them are inert?

"Or that's already been used for the majority... to keep the other person in some way.“ Connectors (harnesses) "assume that when they become inactive, that's how they take away their potential."

"That's how you're forced to inactivate the" connector (harness) "during the calamity (...) that created the Devil's family (...) -“ Bloom Tide ”- meaning that it was manipulated by everything - the Devil's Eleven Families... for example, wasn't the Devil created at night, is that what you're told?

"We need verification, Ashley. Hypothesis is just a hypothesis."

"But when you think about it, different things come down to you."

"You better get some rest. Ashley, you got a neighborhood under your eyes?

In fact, its impending appearance, as opposed to Scion, was enough for Yuga to worry about.

Day and night, to the appearance of Ashle, who, finding free time, would interact with the notebook, Theon found out that a man had met his vocation.

That night, the journey home from the "secret garden” - the day that Log Solitari tried to capture Zion.

After hearing the story of naked peeking from torn Yuga clothes and the betrayal he tells, somewhere automatic, of his wives.

That strange "portal": "Log solitari" = the way home from "secret garden”.

Yuga said one thing.

Talk about the betrayal of the women he loved.

"We want you to stay in your place the whole time," Oldehia said.

But I told her it was unnatural.

It's been a long time since the day we met.

And she was old, and I was in the time of the night, when the devil had decreed.

The country had begun to come together a little bit, but there were many problems. I dawned day and night in the battle against the isolationists, and Oldehia was struggling to bring the country together with his ability to be an exchange man, old or old.

Not many days I could see her, but I believed in her. And I never felt shaken to love.

Every time I saw her, she made a statement that cared about old age.

I'm out of touch with you.

I was ashamed to say so.

But I was the other way around. That's how I felt my love solicit whenever I saw her getting older.

I was - though I might be laughed at when I said this - fascinated by the relentless passage of time and her appearance, still trying to make every moment more exalted, as she resisted the decaying flesh.

I was in love.

There were no children between them.

If I could have given it to you, would the story have been different?

Even if they are similar in shape, they are the two families who live in different ways… it was impossible even if I wanted to.

One day I was begged by her in the bedroom where I was reunited for the first time.

He said he was afraid.

Yuga, I need to break up with you.

There was old in her hand to say so, tiredness in her face, but madness in her eyes that conceived fright.

Ordehia said he wanted me to join the family of demons at night.

I was astonished and wolfed. No way, because I didn't believe she was the only one who would ever say that.

I continued to persuade with guts.

Living eternal life means bathing oneself in the frozen hours of eternal robbery, and what it means to be imprisoned in a prison of never-forgettable memories - more importantly, to regard humanity, which was until then a compatriot, as “food".

In other words, what has become the Night Demon by the “kiss of blood” - a kind of ritual that fulfills the reincarnation - is bound to be lower than its Lord. That is synonymous with forming a subordinate relationship.

I pleaded with her. Please, be a reciprocal one.

I was crying.

I was told how much I liked it.

I want to be with you.

He just said that's all.

I began to see her always so temperamental that she would disturb me.

Confess.

I tried to give him a "blood kiss”, flirting with the love that blows in my chest.

But... I couldn't.

I loved her too much as a human being.

I couldn't break it with my hands.

I left my bedroom behind so that I could escape.

Her whimpering never got out of her ear.

My wife herself dropped me off the next morning trying to get back to the battlefield early.

Embraced from behind, apologized for.

Last night, I said I'm sorry. I said that to get me in trouble, and.

Then they begged for love. After all, she was beautiful.

And I returned to the battlefield, and she also returned to her duty.

I was glad I understood. I was proud.

It was a misunderstanding. mine. Selfish, irresponsible "

"It was all too late when I realized it.

She knew about that “garden note” I keep. Of course, I wasn't going to keep it a secret at all times either. I was going to sort it out to the point where it was separated from Kitin and talk about [Log Solitary] once I had established a cool way to deal with it.

It's just that it was premature.

But Ordehia has searched for a way to transform from that notebook into an inclusive beast.

No, the truth is, it's been a long time since Oldehia knew that.

It was just that she was admonished as a human being to carry it out.

If I had been able to attain old age with her, there would not have been such a tragedy.

She disappeared into "Log Solitary" - just as Zion, you were about to be captured - and came back with a monster.

An ambassador visited me on the battlefield.

Bloody him, he was an Ordehian shorthand. I have delegated my duties to my deputy, and I have taken horses, and I have returned to the castle alone.

I aimed to fly between the thrones. There were signs of a giant beast moving with claws around her.

When we opened the heavy gates - there - we were falling to the bottom of the decadence.

All of the samurai had been stripped naked and forced to collar.

And there were signs of mausoleum in the flesh of men and women alike - even so, they were plunging into other indistinguishable acts of slut.

And deep down, in the place where the throne would have been - it sat down.

The heavy throne was broken down with the seat of the queen next to it, rolling by the stairs.

So the beast was sitting with his crotch open on the stairs, imitating a human.

It was a beautiful creature.

There was a blue line in the golden hair like a lion.

of the flesh. Even here was covered in armor like whitened armor.

An organ reminiscent of the three moons that give rise to shaking and roaring.

More importantly, growing as a head from the center of its torso was the naked of a young Ordehia when we once met.

No, not correctly.

If you only meant figure, shape, it was too ideal.

Even in the light of her in my memory - her beauty was too idealized.

It's like a well done lie.

It called me in the voice of my wife.

Because you didn't, I became a monster.

Now I can stay with you forever.

I killed her. "

Ashle watched Yuga's back leading the two as she spoke pale.

Yuga's jacket was mutilated earlier when she came in to help Zion, and now her body was revealed.

Ashley is looking at a fragment of the albatross armor there.

Theon, on the other hand, was remembering Yuga's flesh, even though he was intoxicated by the heat and smell of Ashle.

Theon knew the secret of the flesh.

Secrets that can be learned because of the pattern between skin and Dreams being shot in.

Ashley will feel the secret in the turbulent beat - Theon is frightened.