Sanzen no Souru Supina

Yuga was enjoying tea with breakfast when a heavy wooden door was pushed open and a war-covered man showed up.

Ashle had informed him in advance of his intention to capture the Osmadra army commander.

Remaining in his military uniform, he did not wait for Yuga's response and visited his private room.

"It's a shitty outfit, Ashledau"

I told him to flatter such an ashle, and Yuga sipped tea.

It was a return from the battlefield.

"Even after I dusted off the war. You didn't have to hurry."

The table prepared for the private room is heavily made. It must be from the ages. It wasn't there when Ashley was visiting.

"Do you want a drink? Let Beth Pearl light it."

Yuga said as she sat down anyway.

Ashle has led Osmadra's advance force, a general that has also captured and taken the First Prince.

This is undoubtedly a first-degree battle merit and a battle effort to take a seat and welcome when it comes to kings.

Nonetheless, Yuga neither tries to mention nor tries to mention Ashley's work.

In other words, it was an unscrupulous attitude, more than Ashley appeared in military uniform.

But even if it's ashley, it doesn't look like he cared about it.

"Let us refrain from tea"

"That's a shame. Good incense. The owner of the cottage where you stayed gave it to me. Anything brought in by the vagrant people (Jeddah)."

"You won't be able to confirm incense… the only thing that's filled here is the incense of the beloved bulb."

Ashle pulls the chair and confronts Yuga without sitting down.

The table was embedded with silver sculptures from the top to the bottom.

It must have been picked from among the crests of the trantrim.

The symbol of the floral crown is distributed to link the seats of one another from which the grassy sprawl stretches away.

"It's an age thing. There is a style that only those who endure the times get."

"It's something that should decay sooner or later. But I can't wait to like the pity there."

We complimented each other on the same table.

For a moment two gazes intertwine.

There was a noise under the table.

Yuga's left hand comes off the tabletop and is lowered.

"By the way... the prey... where is the captured prince of Osmadra? I told you to take him."

I hear it's a beautiful prey. Yuga finally mentioned it here.

"The prince is where he is being taken himself. To jail."

"Himself, prison he? Doesn't that require explanation, Ashledau?

"Before I do, I want you to answer my question. Where did you find Theonzafir, the Princess of the Night Devil?"

Ashle cut it off with hard words.

Yuga laughed.

And that thrust back was just as sharp.

"She's already gone. Ashledau, from under you."

During your absence... is it the sixth day? What happened to her changed Theonzafil.

Yuga told me to tell you.

"Ambiguous things, I don't like them. Why don't you make it clear? You changed it."

He jumped in from her side.

Isn't that because you threw her out?

Yuga said away, like a sharp counter rolling out of a robust defense.

"I should have warned you clearly, Ashledau. Don't ever let her stand before me again."

"If I didn't know it was a set up case, it might have broken my heart."

So what's up, Ashley poked. A blade of words crossed between the two dawns a visionary spark.

"Let Theon see you. We know you're here."

"I'd rather not see you. It's going to be tough on each other."

Ashledau, I won't say anything wrong. Theonzafir can't go back under you anymore.

Yuga tells with a gentle voice.

"You're young. And don't you have a wonderful woman to be bound to wait for? We shouldn't waste our youth here."

Well, I'm responsible for her, Zion.

"Over time, it all turns into good memories. It's a changeable creature = a human privilege."

"That's not for you to decide."

Pissy, and Ashley broke off.

Like beating the poison hidden in a sugar coat called Yuga Kindness to the floor.

It was then that Bespar came in. I didn't hear a knock.

It was finally dedicated to the cushion of Bilode, and delivered before Ashley's eyes - the "Astellas" - of Zion, and a tremendous crown, a testament to the Grand Duke of Geiserlon.

"I was asked to give it to you as a goodbye, a memento."

If I see him in person, it will be hard for him to say goodbye.

Yuga has finally brought up the trump card to Ashley's attitude, which is not even nibbly.

Ashley takes it.

Shiatsu, and heavy.

It seemed to give Ashle a sense of the heavy responsibility that Zion had continued to carry, and the weight of his vow to save his compatriots from the prison of the moment of perpetual robbery.

"The vow... what would you do, she said?

Ashley asked as she stroked the surface.

"An oath... what? What, did you swap a deceptive vow of love? Unfortunately, it's impossible to fulfill."

Forget it, Yuga said, and Ashley laid her hands on the table.

Did you finally break your heart, or did it sway and appear in the flesh?

Different.

"Don't lie"

Quiet, without any discouragement, Ashley said.

The fierce anger manifested itself as a "spindle" energy, not a word.

The silver floral crown embellishments attached to the table were incandescent in an instant.

Raising the flame, it ran to Yuga's hand - breaking the heavy table.

The smell of wood burning by a clean flame.

The decoy, and the heavy noise, the table cracks to the left and right, and the tea vessel slammed on the floor splashes flashly.

Then, the roses incensed vividly.

Theon was there.

I was admonished. It was tied up. It was kept.

It was only naked, but the garment had only served as a frame to enhance Scion's skin.

It was no longer a garment, it was a decoration.

Only by tightly admonished silver chains do they fasten their fabrics.

The armor left on both arms - Hands of Glory - gives the impression of being so decadent.

Both arms, turned in the rear hand, were shackled from above its armor, and an unlikely thick iron chain could be seen from the drapes of fabric that spread across the floor.

Above all, it is the silver restraint connected by knitting it into its rich dark hair that gives the impression of treachery.

And that unacceptably negative "Focus": "Jagri Jagra" continued to make alterations to the flesh of Zion exactly now.

Sculpted to revive nausea, it repeats a quick, slow, and brutal abstraction.

Zion's pure white skin is stained with shame.

A pitch-black fabric was depriving her of her sight.

Its neck has a thick leather collar with iron chains.

So I said, "I shouldn't see you."

Scion, blindfolded by a black billord, is already breathing constantly, and I guess he can't speak well.

I keep my sweaty, wet forehead in Yuga's thick crotch.

"In this way, during your absence, I was my master."

Of course, it's not just the last six days, Yuga added. We've been in this relationship ever since you were in a coma.

"Look, thanks to you for not letting me sleep one night and continuing to make alterations, I'm already out of shape"

And alterations aren't the only thing we keep adding.

"I don't allow meals at all, except for feeding from me... whoa, I might have forgiven you for the short notice, huh? I still can't afford to do my official business."

Feeding is the supply of Dreams. Of course, in a human-style way.

"When you smell me like this, there's nothing you can do. I'm telling you, this isn't the alteration I made, is it?

This "Jagri Jagra" tries to “find" the dark desires of its users. If you don't fight that, you're just going to fall.

"And who do you think will try to“ find ”it in the runoff? Yes, you're right, Ashledau, the victim's."

In other words, it was this woman - the sexual root of Theonzafir - who made the alteration that made it impossible for her to oppose me. To break Ashley's heart, Yuga continues by choosing the exact words.

Then, to demonstrate the theory, Yuga's fingers diving into Zion's hair slowly enjoy the feeling.

Each time, Theon's body cramps, jumps, and that awakens another sensation of ruthlessness.

"It's not just" Jagri Jagra ". To this woman has already been added the sagging of the devil man at various nights. Anyway, we can't get a child without subjugating them wholeheartedly. And not everyone in a man is heroic. Everywhere people mistake being aristocratic for decadence or a hobby. Back in the day, I didn't like the demon's temperament that night. So I never even used these tools.... but pretty good. Does that mean I'm older, too?

After holding Zion's head together and giving him plenty of sniffing, Yuga unblindfolded it.

Theon sobs and begs.

"No, no, no, Yuga, don't untie me... no... Ashley... don't look, please, don't look... Yi"

The unstoppable saliva dripped from its lips by the Will.

Purple eyes were wet with sensuality and despair, shaking to the point of breaking.

Yuga's words against each other are bitter and bitter.

"So far, he's seen it. I won't go back. Welcome, Ashledau, this is the landscape of my table with Zion"

Yuga commands how cruel.

"Look, he's in trouble, right? This is what happens because we don't say goodbye clearly. I just have to tell you everything now. Wash up. Don't hide anything. You'd better let this sort of thing clear up."

So let's report to Ashledau, one by one, where and how they did it.

Kittin 'and, in detail, tracking my memories...

Saying, Yuga called out "Jagri Jagra". With a whimper, Theon orders the Rose Absolute, which became What a commandment.

From under Zion's garment appeared the sound of breaking meat.

"You're a strong daughter, you are. But... you know what I mean? That's the only place you haven't been touched. You think a woman like that could run under Ashledau, a noble human knight? Zion, look, you can't do this anymore. The only thing you can choose is to fall with me. I will always be by your side. And I can keep you falling."

Yuga's voice is only kind. Say it as it is its kindness.

"You know what I mean? Ashledau, with you, she suffers. You know that the Night Devil's Clan can't forget his memory. Especially since the memory of the fall - she's the one who has lived proud of herself - repeats herself. Even with you, Theon only suffers from that memory. But I... can help. I can set her free from your memory. I can let you go."

"Using the blood of oblivion brought back to me by a human who was your wife?

For a moment Yuga's hand stopped and looked back at Ashley.

"Tell me about it... did I, uh, kick your ass?

"Why don't you go back to your memory, Yugadir?

Distant eyes.

Yuga's eyes trace back memories, away from this world.

And I think.

to the fact that there is no such thing as having told Ashley that story.

"How do you know that? Ashledau?"

"Damn, if you're the Yugadir I know, you wouldn't want to erase the memories of your loved ones no matter how hard they are to remember. That's not supposed to be called" freedom ”or“ liberation. ”As long as you do, you're a human who chooses to disappear."

"You have no right to prescribe me."

"The words, I'll give them back exactly as they are. My relationship with Zion is not something you may prescribe."

Stupid, Yuga said.

"What can a man say who can't define his own relationship?"

What you said about your relationship with her - that's what you're telling me if you and Zion were together after this.

Yuga says so.

Ashle dropped her gaze on Yuga's words.

But that's not because it frustrated the Will.

The eyes were still pointed at Zion.

And Theon... can't let his eyes slip away either.

Tilt his neck as beautiful as a swan, desperately toward Ashle, and let his deep purple eyes tremble into the consciousness of sin.

Maybe that was just a short time ago.

But Zion felt the moment forever.

Then, Ashley said.

The tone was changing.

I called about me and myself.

"The woman is mine, Yugadir. It's property, it's territory, it's our only national territory. Omae is invading it. It's an unjust occupation."

Laughing at Ashley's words, Yuga returned.

"Aren't you the one treating her like a thing? Where is that freedom? Where's her blemish?

"I'm not dealing with things. The woman, Theonzafir, is clearly my thing, my possession. So I will decide what I will do, and what I will do. I won't tolerate that, and I won't tolerate it, trying to hope that the woman wants to leave. I don't give you the freedom to escape me or anything, and if you want, you just trample on it. I'll literally engrave it in my mind, my body."

It's just whether you feel like doing it or not - that's all she's free to do.

"Are you going to be king?

"No, it's not..."

- I will now.

Ashley slowly took the crown of her hand: wearing Astellas, she told him.

"Yugadir Arkadis Maznab ─ Ashledau Balaj challenges. It's a duel. I declare the exercise of my right to private struggle."

As a knight, Ashley challenged Yuga to battle according to his official name.

"I demand the return of my land, which has been wrongfully taken from me - Theonzafir."

Quiet, but in time Yuga became the face of a knight in Ashle's words with a flame that burned blue.

For a moment, just for a moment, Ashley finds there a look as if Yuga is screaming for heartfelt pleasure.

The pain ran to my heart, which didn't even move when I saw the condition of Chikuri and Shion.

But I can assemble in Will.

If you noticed, Yuga had become the face of a skilled man staring at an unscrupulous challenger.

"With the honor and pride of a knight, I take it. However, when your lord is torn, your lord shall be mine."

Remember to put conditions on it, Yuga said.

"What's the carving limit?

"Just now."

Then, in openness and justice, in the sight of the people, in the Coliseum. That's settled.

Theon was crying, listening to the interaction.

I couldn't stop crying.

Pleasure. Pleasure.

Everything proclaimed to Ashley.

that they are treated as things, owned and deprived of their liberty.

I wonder if I'm crazy, Sion thinks.

I think it's gone crazy.

Ashley's proclamation was supposed to be an unjust, impure, unclean - a word that could not have been forgiven - if all of it had been in the light of human law.

It was something that a servant should be able to take that fried leg and accuse him of.

But I had myself forgiven for the words.

This is how I wanted it, I had myself figured out clearly.

If Ashley had otherwise prescribed a relationship between the two, she had herself who might have despaired that she could not return as Yuga had said.

Even if I could fix it for a while, I always felt like I could only be in a broken relationship.

Scion felt it was getting dirty.

I couldn't possibly touch Ashley with these hands, I thought.

Yet Ashle chose to dip herself in the sludge with Scion.

I can't redeem it in holiness, something.

I can't redeem you for the right thing, something.

I'm sure no one will admit it.

I'm sure no one will forgive you.

But still, I will not forget.

Theon thinks.

How a woman named Theonzafir was saved.

What did a man named Ashledau redeem it for?