Sanzen no Souru Supina

Mount Siddhara, which reaches an altitude of 2000 Metel, is included in the prints of the Osmadra Empire, the largest nation in Arabism.

But when it came to prints, it was only a matter of form, sandwiched by vast deserts and harsh mountains, and nestled in the roaming Dallashead Plateau of evil demons, where legends, too, belonged to the kind of hell and outward demons, and where the nomads were not even close to bandits.

It was a kind of blank zone where merchants and mountain masters who sought precious herbs and ore through several existential corridors sometimes met no other shadows.

However, Mount Siddhara and the Assassination Church of the Spiders who live there: Sibiri Shumeri has long been associated with the human world - especially the group of kingdoms contending for hegemony.

Sibiri Shmeri has lent a hand to both the reigning king of time and another king who tries to take his hegemony.

In other words, the kings of time have asked the assassins of the same organization to kill each one of them.

And Sibiri Shmeri is an organization that has been leaping into prolonging the war and expanding the forces of the earthspider by plunging human society into chaos, to gain its foundation.

The family of Betsalion, who served as its building beam, was among the families of earthspiders, named by their arms.

But the forces were temporarily depressed to a tenth of their peak season fruit.

Spiritually, and as a substantial driver of his hegemony, he lost the god of desolation: Ibizus.

Desolate Gods: "Ibizus" was the source and worship of his lineage by the family of Betsallions, and a hero who even held up a stigma to God with his own "Him" in another dragon killing medal.

We do not know what strategy the man who took that “God” from the Betsallion clan used.

However, with the help of two princess witches serving Ibizus, he finally succeeded in sequestering Ibizus and taking away his divine authority.

As a result, Betsarion's clan lost its temper.

The two princess witches were captured and tortured more abominably than death.

Calcasas, the building beam of Betsalion, thought to capture the man who stole God by blowing up the sisters of the princess.

But the man who contacted the princess, and thereby stole God, finally did not show up.

The sisters of the princess believed that they had been counted by men in a feast of never-ending disgrace.

But to be precise, the man who stole God had a reason not to help the princess witches then.

He needed a permanent sleep in order to control and capture the Desolate God that he had taken away: the "Hiragana" of Ibizus.

When the man returned, Mount Siddhara was abandoned and already abandoned.

The man could not even know what had happened to the princess witches.

Some of the families of Betsallions who lost God became vagrants, and some fled underground - separated.

Once again, the clan was united by the building beam: Calcasas joined hands with a certain force, nothing short of its accomplishments.

Those who seek to create the transcendent are a party of the mad old doctors.

Wing Liang: Carcasas revived Mount Siddhara.

The rebuilt Civili Shmeri did not only make assassination a business, but rather cultivated or abducted the transcendent = God after various suture and fusion experiments - even in the light of the earthspider's ethics - into contraindications - into cults.

"But indeed, the experiment has yielded certain results."

Elma talks to me there once, hangs up.

The Ismas had already entered from the gate at the top of the mountain, inside the spiritual field: Siddhara.

Having said the gate, it was a sealed place, covered by thick rock formations as well as harsh junctions, but Isma undertook to "go at all".

And it performs a light intrusion.

On the chaser's side, of course, that's not how it goes. It should take a lot of preparation and time.

On a rock shelf that had dived through the gate, Isma and Rattegart had received information from Elma about Mount Siddhara.

"Still, that's your husband! I can't believe I could break through such a high-density junction without difficulty!

"'Cause I'm from Ibizas, right? This rocky mountain. There's no such thing as a company that rejects the gods it serves?

"I see."

Unexpectedly impressed, Rattegart became the top of the Buddha.

Because Isma smiled like an imbecile and each turned with a smile that contained an elma that remained glued to its arm.

Ratte accidentally held his right elbow wondering why he had to let this happen.

"Ma, that's it. What did Elma say about“ certain accomplishments ”that Calcasas and the mad old doctors had?

Izma turns the story around.

"to the human body… the burning of the Spindle Circuit,"

In response, there was a dark shadow.

"Burning? The Spindle Circuit?

"It's like a living tattoo, or really a different species of organism, but it allows us to operate the" spindle "energy temporarily, but also in a limited and simulated way."

Isma blushed blatantly.

"Does that mean you can" spindle "the average person, although you can't even be a skilled person? It's amazing, but... I don't like it very much. It's a die job, is it?

"Of course...... not handsome"

The circuit burns out after more than a dozen uses. With bad luck, the collapse also involves the user's flesh, leaving behind obstacles, and, worst of all, death. says Elma.

"To establish that technology... hundreds of young people have been sacrificed."

There was pity in Elma's voice. Societies of earthspiders are basically young children because of their longevity and their low pedigree reproductive capacity.

The number of hundreds was said to be thousands, or more, of losses if replaced by mankind.

Elma's eyebrow root stopped.

There are places that have long gone insane at the end of the tortured mausoleum, but they have not even lost their compassion for the people.

Indeed, she was a princess witch.

"I didn't know that if it was for the restoration of the clan, it would also sacrifice the people to be ruled. Betsallion's family - that's a horrible sex."

Blush, and disgust. Maiden of the True Knight: Rattegart crushed.

From their point of view, where every criterion of judgment is "heroic level," the story so far must have been an unforgivable blasphemy and at the same time an intolerable aversion to the whole race of earthspiders.

"Do you know how we feel about that people, who have lost their place of origin and what they believe in? - I said I know!

I guess the slander of the whole family just couldn't be seen. Elma didn't miss the crush and ate it.

And, of course, Rattegart does it again.

This clash is not just a question of each other's positions and circumstances, but of belonging to a worldview between races.

And from the characteristic nature of both of them, it must have happened far away.

"God is nearer, not worshipper. Wouldn't that have happened if we had always tried to be tall and sharpened ourselves?

"You don't know who can live like a" spindle capable man "! Well, you know, you know, a true knight woman uses a“ membrane ”as a fishing bait to bring fantastic people like that, so she manipulates the odds."

"That would be your rotten god. You want the witch to be pure, you want her to be a goddess, and then you kill her in the end."

"Give me the price, will you? Love it till the very end. After wanting too much to get married, and being cheated on by a man who gave his love, he ran away, and that's why he doesn't grow in population, the true knight."

"Slightly, nasty! There's no such thing as a washboard like you. This, de milk!

"Nah, what the hell? I didn't know you couldn't understand the mystery this subtle curve creates, but micro milk is milk, that is, beautiful milk, Justine! More or less, you know, your back length is no big deal, but if you just do your chest, you inflate it -- that's what you call a mundane body."

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh let me tell ya heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh As a matter of fact, you're a virgin!

"Oh, I knew it was a complex. Hmm, if you look closely, is that tunkened face, too, makeup? It's really Lori's face."

"Hey, hey, hey, who's Lori! I remember, you were the one your god wouldn't let out 'smell like slut' or something. I don't even know where the chest is. I don't know how unfaithful I worked for a toddler. - Put your hands on that washboard and remember! Be honest with me!! Can you say it? Say it!!

"Oh, my God, that's... that's impossible, I can't help it, it's not my will -- you know what I mean!

"Hmm, was that still the case? You're a mundane slut, Elma Mayme. If you regret it, try being a maiden (...)! (?

"Ah, ah, you're already in charge of Ibizas, so to speak. You just have to be ambushed and reminded. I don't know how much I am... a Ikenai. Because it's too late to cry and apologize. - I can't help you. I just want you to taste it."

"Hey, what are you doing?!

"Are you going to do it?!

"Stop, stop, stop!!

I also stopped the interruption without expecting Isma to be just as good as the reward for the awesome cursing noise.

"Calm down, let's calm down. Let's both get back to seriousness, shall we? Because this is the main part! Right?

No way, from a divine (meta) point of view, what Isma says is best.

But once a woman's conflict arises, it won't be easy to resolve.

After a decisive bump, I decide the female male... oops, is this rhetoric bad too?

I can't do this with this woman.

"Izmah, I can't help you, but promise me you'll dump Soytz here."

Izma had a headache.

Funny, it's supposed to be my character causing the trouble, but I feel driven by some middle-management position.

Persuasively, Isma had to work an unfamiliar serial brain.

"Elma is not a mundane or anything. Hey."

First of all, assume.

"The only thing that makes me a slut is Isma."

I'll give it a compliment.

"Latte is fascinating. I don't care how big or small my chest is, yo."

"So what... suddenly you say... you haha. I tell you, jokes and lies... I hate you, I don't"

In the meantime, I try to calm the place by comforting the two maidens.

Isma was sweating cold and in the mood to cross a dangerous bridge.

The two women who were annoyed...... Vigeon flew into the back of his brain fluttering across an unreliable suspension bridge while being pinched by his wife and an adulterer.

I was remembering a fellow forwarded to pieces at the same time, the human boy knight: Ashle.

Not as good as Isma, but he was also a woman in distress, the beginning and end of being proposed to her childhood friends, colleagues and even the empress of an enemy country.

I wondered if it was going well. I thought this was the intimacy between hot men.

Then the Princess of the Night Devil: I said sorry to Theon.

This is, uh, this is what it's all about, hi. In all sorts of places like that.

Izma still doesn't even know that Ashle and Zion are already sympathetic and understandably linked.

It is a stable yi character (character).

"First, rest and eat combatively. And replenishing resources. After that, an operational meeting."

And Isma said, and the two of them that were annoyed first withdrew their spears.

Now the three of them are formerly inns for witches.

Thanks to being bracketed by a strong curse of preservation, one piece of dust has not fallen on the floor.

Lay fur there on the slab and turn the space for burning flames for prayer into a furnace for use.

"Hmm, not even food... not stockpiled"

"I can't help it anymore. The food... is out."

"I have a companion."

What came out was rock salt, oatmeal, hard cheese, dried meat on the cheeks, then dried anz and plum.

"Sa, don't hesitate. It won't be enough for the three of us."

The armor was removed and the lightly dressed Rattegart picked the oatmeal and started eating.

"Hey, that's what you eat as it is? Aren't you going to cook?

Elma laughed off because she wasn't the pigeon's bait.

A battle between women, a sign of rekindling.

"Become, disrespectful, sushi, of course... this is a little taste"

"Hmm, what kind of dish are you going to make?

"Or porridge, maybe?

"How do you make it?

"Here's the thing, put some water in it and put this in..."

"So?"

"So... what about Omae?"

"Huh?"

"Cooking, cooking. I provided the ingredients. Shouldn't Omae cook?"

"If that's what you mean, this inn is for the witches of our earthspider, Ibizus, in the first place."

"Really, even Omae can cook."

"So, you can. Okay, when I was running a killer business with Sister Ele... order my servant"

"This is what falls to talk about. You can't do it yourself, can you?

"Omae, doesn't that mean you can't do it? Isn't that what you admit?

"Become, catch the human word ass"

"If you insist, you're ahead!

When Isma gently rescues the food from between the two of them, who began to argue over the food, she just starts cooking.

Boil the water in a kettle for lighting the tea, sprinkle the dried meat and take stock, chopped dried fruit, there oatmeal and boil gently, away from the fire and sliced thinly hard cheese.

The extent to which rock salt tastes good at the end. If it's not enough, do as you please.

"With pepper, I guess it would taste a little tighter."

The contending Elma and Rattegart noticed it only after the porridge with the addition of cheese began to give a good incense.

Obviously, the two princesses have been bewitched by Isma's appearance of cooking silently with a gesture that makes them feel talented.

"Oh, uh"

And I spoke up at the same time.

"Hmm?

Izma turned to the two of them, turning around the spoon she had tasted.

"I couldn't help it anymore."

"I'm sorry"

Elma and Rattegart bowed their heads at the same time.

With Doyuko?

"Isma is the best, but she's worn out, so come with me."

"I was just arguing and losing sight of what I really had to do"

They realized what they looked like, their lowliness, that they were adamant about the little things, by watching Isma cook them in silence.

Even for the special victory, I apologize with my head down, but the Isma of the day just makes my eyes squint.

"No, not at all? The only emotions that come to mind are the beautiful girls who argue, who want to be loved. Me, the vessel, because it's big. But I'm hungry. Sassa, I made it all the time, yo? I think you did it so well. Oh, you want a taste?

As I said, Isma offered them both porridge with a spoon that was wrapped around them.

Carefully breathe the fu fu, touch the lips and check the temperature before.

Elma gave way to the bewildered Rattegart.

"Like you said, the ingredients are really your offering."

"Ugh, um"

Rattegart mumbled it.

Even when I was a kid, I don't remember Rattegart getting a meal like this from my mother.

The harsh temptation imposed on the true knight's maiden has already begun in her childhood.

thickening and loosening in the mouth it was delicious despite the crude ingredients.

To the richness and saltiness of the cheese, the dried meat gives the spread, the acidity and sweetness of the dried fruit, and the coarsely shredded rock salt tightens the flavor.

Because the bitter taste of minerals already works as a condiment.

"This... yummy."

As soon as I felt that way, unexplained, sudden loving smell struck me.

To Isma.

I feel like this hella guy is irresistibly adorable.

It narrows so that the back of the chest can be tightened.

The quality of the palpitations is such that I wonder if it was poisoned.

"What's wrong? Daijibu? Let's eat before it gets cold, shall we?

If you noticed, there was an izma in front of you offering a raspberry, urging you to serve the dishes.

Thirty seconds or so, Rattegart remained solidified in clarity.

As they told me, Rattegart finally ate out the porridge poured on the dish he offered.

Unstoppable palpitations in the chest.

I understood why.

Desolate God: Curse received from "Ibizus" = because of love.

The key used during the taste was mediated.

The delicate taste of Isma mixed with porridge - saliva - is vividly felt.

Every time I drink it, I feel like I can touch my spine.

And yet it can't be stopped.

It's literally a drug tasting.

Not normal.

They've already captured him - Elma's words have been reflated.

Rattegart desperately had to manipulate his attitude so that the two earthspiders could not understand him.