Sanzen no Souru Supina

"You must live. We have to live and lean by that darling."

Alma keeps calling on Eunice's life to spill out of her palms if she distracts herself.

He descended into a royal cemetery with a huge gate and went deep as Nahat guided him.

There was a cemetery at the bottom of a rapidly falling, indented wall.

A huge crack is running on the wall as you dive through the painted inner wall of the mural.

Nahat did not hesitate, but dived into the crack.

Alma breathed.

The interior of the crack was a different dimension from the old colorful royal cemetery up until then. Smooth floors and walls with no joints and constructed from different building materials than stone continue.

And what the trick was, a light without fire illuminated the passage, and a door was provided at the stronghold that opened when I put my hands together.

Alma thought that Ashley would glow her eyes and rejoice.

Alma would have reacted as well if he was still an employee of the Holy Relics Management Division.

But Alma knows it's already a dream too far away.

And in his arms was a life to be saved now.

"Hurry."

"Later."

Nahat was right. Diving a few doors to open and close automatically, my vision opened.

A small, circular theatre-shaped facility soaked up in the space. The building material is made of an example indistinguishable material, and the room itself emits light in white.

Scaffolding is secured in a soaking bowl-shaped structure by stairs with concentric circles of indentations comparable in height to the second floor of the house.

At the bottom of it was an odd catfish altar.

Two. Looking like a bunk facing each other.

And in the meantime, there was a ghost.

Everything was white. Rich mustaches (beards) and hair stored, even crowns worn overhead.

An unwavering eye captured Alma.

There was no falsehood in Nahat's words.

Uncle, and Alma are calling out in an unspeakable voice.

If I had noticed, I would have rushed out.

Gran in memory was there.

It was sweet.

Deep upbringing, virtue and resolute bravery were rare masterpieces of the kind that combined in one.

I just felt proud to have you on that knee to talk to me.

Gran's presence was one of Alma's most glorious memories of being royal.

Everything was back in the past.

"Help me - help me with this one"

Like that young day, Alma jumped into its arms and took it desperately. It's not even in a corner of my head, like fear of ghosts.

Gran's fingers without body temperature stroked Alma's hair as if she were still young.

"You've made me feel tough."

Gran said as if Eunice's death, and hence Alma's condition, were all my fault.

"But I came back. Then to fulfill all the Negative."

Let's make any Nerd come true and show it. Gran said in a voice full of certainty.

"Then give me salvation. Save this soul."

on his knees and looked up at Gran, Alma said.

more enthusiastic than praying to God.

Gran puts his hand on Alma's head.

It seemed like I was dreaming.

"My dear Almastella, I know all the tricks you received. No grief, no hatred, no despair.

If you're begging for my strength, you can have your revenge.

And yet, granddaughter, do you offer to save the life of one of your daughters? Do you value salvation over revenge? "

"It's important... he's the one I love"

"Do you love me too?"

Alma looked like she was about to break to Gran's point.

Ashle's face floated behind her brain. Vibrant enough to be too cruel.

Oh, oh, my voice spilled.

"Yes."

Alma agreed to sneer.

Like a guilty plea. It was a genuine exudation.

"Oh, love... I am"

But Gran smiled and said to Alma, who grabbed her sobbing clothes and pleaded.

"I don't know," he said.

Put the daughter on the altar.

At one turn, Gran commanded Nahat with a difficult voice to resist. Nahath solemnly obeyed.

And there was an almost dying being.

Blue and black discolored, meat chunks that should have been women once.

Blood, mud and filth stain the altar of pure white.

Alma bit him to death whimpering (nappy).

Nahat distorted his face uncomfortably.

"No matter how miraculous you are, this is..."

Words similar to giving up leaked out of Nahat's mouth.

"Salvation, my king."

Gran nodded to his granddaughter's plea. Like I said of course it is. Alma's face sparkled in hope.

"But only The Soul can be saved"

But Alma will ask Gran what he means by the words that follow.

Gran says. Only pale. Just the facts.

"The flesh is already captured by the jaw gate of death.

I guess it's because there's a strong pity that only "Soul" stays on the edge of Yellow Springs Road.

pitiful. How "twisted" is that? And yet God doesn't answer me. "

Gran's words pierced Alma's chest.

For a year surrounded by men, Alma has always wished God for salvation.

Indeed, the Savior has come.

But it was not by God's cause that the men gave her up.

It was illness that saved her.

"God will not save man"

Alma returned her strong gaze of consent to Gran.

"Then who can save without human saving"

Yes, and Alma nods at Gran's words.

"Strong"? Why don't you skip us?

Yes. Alma said resolutely.

I don't know, Gran said. It is the strong "twist" that enables humans to work miracles.

"Take over the soul of this man with your thoughts."

Other than that, there is no other way to save this man.

"Naturally, this business endangers Almastella, but it did."

Still, Gran pressed just in case.

Alma saw Eunice only once.

And she lay herself upon her when she was defiled, and the flesh was cut off, and she was struck down.

The thought of being trampled unharmed and putting out the lights of hope that were still constantly about to go on blew through my chest like a storm.

Yes. Alma nodded clearly.

"Then I have nothing more to say"

If you hurry, it will be too late.

Gran instructed Alma to reach another altar.

The altar was like a snail at bedtime.

I felt I could lift up dressed dirty in blood and sludge, but there is no respite.

At the same time Alma deposited herself on the altar, the chisels, limbs and head were fixed.

It was like torture gear.

I'll just be a catfish heading out with Eunice.

It would be a lie to say whether there was any fear of depositing everything on an altar that could not belong to any God.

But the painful appearance of Eunice facing him made Alma shake off his cowardice (today).

Alma has lived as one who has already finished.

It was because I had given up so much that I was brought to life without self-blade. As the hopeless, because there is no hope whatsoever.

But that is why Alma could not tolerate the death too unharmed of those who entrusted themselves with the hope they were supposed to have given up - Eunice's.

"Dextras to this."

Gran received "Dextras" from Alma.

And stand in the center of the two altars.

No sound, an organ emerged from the floor reminiscent of a dragon.

It was assimilated to the floor and stored. That was too smooth a move when it came to artifacts.

"Back to the snail that should finally be"

With emotion, Gran said, inserting "Dextras" at the tip of the organ.

There is a very faint sound and the lock is complete.

A band of light ran into Dextras as blood poured in.

The existence of a living spear is complete.

"This is what the" paragram "should look like. Paragram's arm."

Said as Nahat was impressed.

"Lord: Gran, you're close when our grief comes true"

Don't rush. Mercifully, Gran said. Knight, see the power first. The power of salvation.

Then Gran approached the dying Eunice and spoke.

It would have been hard.

"You can't save your flesh. But" soul "and thoughts are passed down. Of course, I did."

My granddaughter offered to stand up for me. Live with it. Return to your beloved's knees.

"Yes or no?

Instead of the answer, the arm of the (paragram) lifted. There wasn't enough time left for Eunice to get lost.

The arms of the "paragram", which brought forth the sickle, stuck the "Dextrus" attached to its pointy end to Alma, like a snake that struck.

Instinctive fears have intensified the panic over the threat of being plunged into the blade.

But Alma was watching Eunice over there.

I wanted to help. For Alma Eunice was herself.

I wanted to save myself by saving Eunice.

Close the eyelids (eyelids) and be determined to accept everything.

There was a shock shortly afterwards.

I heard you and your thorax filled with blood.

Holy Relic: The sound of 'Dextrus' being penetrated. Impossible severe pain.

That was just the pain itself being penetrated through the tip of the spear.

Fear of drowning in hot blood tides.

Alma desperately thought of Eunice.

"I don't want to die"

I heard a voice somewhere. At first, Alma mistook it for her own.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die."

Eunice was about to be devoured by madness in the abyss of death.

Alma felt Eunice's hand take away so that the drowning could even rise to the straw.

Bottomless fear crawls up.

"Don't be swallowed by fear. Think only of that one, my darling."

Pan, and Alma stretched Eunice's cheek full of strength with the hands of consciousness.

It is at the same time a reprimand for itself.

"My dear one"

"Ashledau. Yours, the one I loved."

"Ashledau. Ashley. Oh, oh."

A faint light returned to Eunice's insane eyes.

My feelings for Ashley prevailed over the fear of death.

Alma scratches and hugs Eunice.

"I want to live. Instead of that one, I want to live. Until you're old and dead all the time."

"Let's go home, Eunice"

"Armastella? You were an angel?

"Be one. Thou wilt live in me. I won't let you die. Melt in my blood, flesh, and heart, and live."

"Am I going away?

"Even I may disappear."

"Frightened."

"I'm frightened too."

Alma trembled. Gran was right.

This was a kind of betrayal, of abandonment.

"But... it would be more frightening for you to lose your thoughts without really leaving a piece behind."

For that matter, if it is to leave that thought behind.

"I don't mind stopping being me. I'll help, Eunice."

Eunice opened her eyes to Alma's words.

"... it would be better if my thoughts on that one disappeared... frightened.

Yes, I do. I have something more important than me.

For that matter, it doesn't have to be me.

I don't care if it's not me anymore.

Live by Ashley. Think of Ashley, that one.

I forsake me "

Yeah, and Alma nodded. Yeah, and again.

A tear fell in my lap.

Power falls out of Eunice's fingers, who was trembling with perseverance.

I can solve the stiffness.

Alma tangles his fingers. My eyes fit.

The two mutually admitted silently that they were one.

It was an alliance (alliance) of those who were neither rewarded nor omitted from the world.

And then a stream of light poured in.