Sanzen no Souru Supina

Cantarella's Suspended Bridge Valley.

Countless suspension bridges are erected in the valley so called.

In the underground world where earthspiders live, timber is an unavailable commodity and is seen primarily as a materiel-free and ordnance for building palaces and temples.

Its suspension bridges were therefore often made by knitting twats such as the Ivabami Ge (Kazura), which are densely nestled near the entrance to the upper underground world.

Many of the training trails built inside the great cavity of Siddhara were also knitted using such materials, which should have to be changed every few years.

And to the best of Elma's knowledge, Siddhara's entrance was sealed off decades ago, and he didn't get any material or anything, it should have been.

The suspension bridge had all of that fallen, naturally.

But the bridge wasn't falling.

No, the bridge, which was supposed to have fallen, was being rebuilt.

In that area, where the cliffs of Tarantellano meet the suspended bridge valley of Cantarella, surprisingly green, a very small part of it, but flourished with plants from the terrestrial world.

Ivabami Ge (Kazura) is a twat that inserts its roots into the cracks of its namesake passing rock mass and expands its forces with a meagre amount of nutrients and moisture for food.

If you descend to Suspension Bridge Valley, the wind blowing above will weaken, and because the water flowing through the cracks of the cliff was a waterfall, there is no soil for the vitality of Ivabami Ge (scum) and his companions to grow.

But there was the biggest problem.

It is the presence of light.

The earthspiders are a race in the underground world, but they do not live in total darkness.

It was the style and beauty of the earthspiders to decorate their underground palaces with curses of light on olive (kanlan) stones, fluorite stones and amethysts, and it seemed to be their lamps to hang them in silver cages with their natural crystals and precious stones that emitted those lights.

The sun's pouring light was sometimes too strong for the earthspider species, with individual differences, but even blindness when seen for too long.

For them earthly spiders, the sight of the earth world meant so much starry skies and moon and night evenings.

Admiring the light of the sun, but with a strong jealousy - that was what shaped the spiritual roots of the earthspider.

At the same time, they knew that in the intensity of the lamps that they cursed, plants in the terrestrial world did not grow well.

Nonetheless, Cantarella's suspension bridge was knitted in Ivabami Ge (Kazra).

It was also surprising that the twat was not cut and processed.

In other words, all the swarms of suspension bridges erected over this valley were shaped by living Ivabami gems.

Surprisingly, there was a light source in this valley.

The suspension bridge was shaped by a cylindrically thriving Ivabami gel, the interior of which emitted light.

The Ismas were to have the incredible experience of taking a wood leak from their feet.

Her daughter captured the light in a strange cage, like knitted in silver thread, as she led the three who reached the valley.

In silence, he walks down the path of the temple to invite him.

The pale light rising from the footsteps and the lantern light swinging at the tip of the pattern in my daughter's hand illuminates her pure white back fantastically.

When I saw it, I could see a small, immature feather on my daughter's back, like a silkworm.

Elma and Rattegart also did not miss the long dripping white string (cord) from the back of her daughter's tied hair.

It was not for such a long time that I was looking at my daughter's back, the three of them arrived at Io's sayin '(Vagina).

Io was waiting for the three of them outside the Ann.

And the garden was affixed to a basket-like building knitted from scratch of paper -- that is, when it was a cocoon.

"Erma, Isma, and... what's your name?

"Rattegart Fiore Danaan"

"Your Highness, Danaan son, should I call you?

"Only with Rattegart. Danaan is the name of our true knight's blood muscle. My family name will be Fiore, but in true knight courtesy, I will only call it my first name. To cause unwanted confusion on the battlefield."

"I'm sorry for your rudeness. Welcome, Mr. Rattegart."

Deep down, Io bowed his head and welcomed the three of them.

"Before I give you a piece of clothing, we offer you a hot tub first. Do not let the dust fall with fatigue"

"Let me do that"

Elma accepted all the time, and Rattegart followed the deck as well.

I couldn't tell if I should be on my guard while I didn't know how to work with earthspiders.

"You can't go up there with your armor on, can you?

That's what Elma said and encouraged Rattegart.

"Oh, I don't mind a mixed bath."

The hot tub had men and women breaking up.

Even though Isma's statement was an alarming announcement that she did not fully trust her opponent, the Iron Fist from Rattegart flew as careless.

"Being peeked at is also a fascinating situation for maidens."

"The moment I glance at your face after that, your head's gonna blow, you understand?"

Even though they were splitting up, there was just a saying between the two hot tubs that they pasted a thin piece of paper with an example, and their voices and maybe each other's silhouettes were round.

"Still, Ratte, isn't that volume irregular in that style?

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Erma, no, no, no, no, no, don't bury your face, don't pinch, don't rub, don't suck."

"Uh, if you need help, tell me. I'll be there any minute."

There was no outer wall around, and it was natural for Rattegart to move when he thought the squire was waiting behind him.

"Don't. Ah."

Shiatsu, and finally an iron fist waves down on Elma's head, and things converge.

"It's an innocent skinship."

There's no way Ratte can lend an ear to Elma's tearful appeal.

"But... it's a strange hot tub. The exterior is knitted in twigs, and the interior is like paper. - It withstands so much water and weight, it's not paper."

"It's yarn, I'm sure. Spider or Silkworm"

"Yarn? Of worms, 'cause they're so sturdy, huh? No water leaks either."

"Did you also know that your silk coat, that bug cocoon, is the raw material?

"What... so...?

"Silk is a silkworm thread. We earthspiders inherited the yarn extraction method from that aquaculture method from the Agantilis unified dynasty, don't you know?

"Worm thread... because it's so light and supple and... it's so glossy, isn't it?

"Right. But I really do. For example... did you know that spider threads are several times as strong as steel wires of the same thickness?

Rattegart did not want to shut up about Elma's knowledge.

"Such a tight touch, yet nothing slips"

said Rattegart, stroking his hot tub filled with milky water as well.

"Comfortable, is it?

"It sucks, but the springs are great, too. It feels like my skin is going to be more refreshing."

"It's probably a potion of white milk mushroom powder combined with some herbs. You remembered my taste."

Elma snapped and laid her elbows down at the end of the tub and put them on, then she said with a peek downstairs over her face.

A suspension bridge surrounding the band of light appears to be in front of you, underneath you, looking at the river of the stars (Milky Way).

While the two women were interested in such a story, Isma was up from the hot tub.

The mixed bath quickly raised its roots to the life-killing state of the serpent without a peek, and returned to Io's waiting room, being single.

"I thought it was time for you to come."

As Izma dived through the tapestry sprayed at the entrance of the anus, Io already behaved Izma with the tea served with seated water.

The tea was maya, and it was the first incense in my mouth.

"Hey, anyway, Io's tea's not good"

"That day, you praised me as well"

Without even trying to look at Izma, Io said.

"If you hadn't missed me there that day, I wouldn't be here right now."

"Whether we lose God and wander discretely, Elephant, Elma, and the samurai live and see hell together."

"You resent me?

"There were times when I thought so. You are the culprit of everything."

"I don't have a word to give back. I mean, there were times when I thought that... now what?

"My dear, I feel"

I didn't change one expression, Io said.

"On that day, you complained to me: Even the princess has feelings. He said he had the right to fall in love, to want a different way of life. Yet, from their birth, they had to live defined as the sacrifice of“ God ”. At the price of the Omaes' freedom. The truth is that an individual should have to pay, can I push the price to two girls?"

That word, it stood in the girl ko part behind my chest.

"That's why I worked with you then. Isn't that strange?

"Shit, I said something cool."

Isma scratches her head barely.

"You haven't changed, Ismagalum. I guess I was returned to this land to bear witness to that word. Your mouth and your actions are separate."

"Well, you can't be my sister."

Io summoned Izma.

Once, as it was.

Isma unwrapped the horseshit she had been wearing until then and threw her legs out like a child.

"Your body... is yours."

"Uh, that's“ God. "It's not easy."

"My heart must still be in constant pain to hold back my unfamiliar flesh"

Io turned to Isma and said.

"I'm tamed. I chose my own path."

"What do you fight?

"I can't tell you"

"I want to make you feel better."

"Well, I can't do that."

"I don't know. I'm not an Io anymore, am I?

"I wonder if the princesses will return."

Io laughed quietly at Isma's gentle rejection.

And as Isma pointed out, the two princesses entered the room unnecessarily.

"What, Isma, you were already up, you're early. I thought it was gonna be a trick."

"I'm not going to put it up. He said he was listening to the glossy voice of the two princesses."

So I was working another pain over here. Rarely did it go away, Isma said.

Usually, it's easy when this is the case.

"Right?"

"Just the tip of the mouth. You haven't changed."

The two princesses naturally seem to have noticed the air flowing between Isma and Io.

"You must be thirsty, right? Cold tea first, please."

It was the beginning of a small feast.

The appetizers were two kinds of shellfish water drawers.

Karabakhi and Tungari are refreshing to Rattegart.

But Karabaki is sweeter, so much so that it neutralizes even if it is eaten with enough spicy drug flavor on it. On the contrary, Tsongari has a refreshing taste, characterised by a fluffy, ear-chewing physique.

They all had a sizzling taste when they beat and crushed a small crab called crab soy sauce and ate it on a fermented seasoning to be mixed with salt.

"That's good, this is... Much more delicate than fine chicken."

"It's a shellfish living in an underground lake. Beautiful as snow, isn't it?

"Yeah. Besides freshly picked rock kids, I didn't know there were such delicious shellfish, etc."

I guess a delicious meal has the power to soothe the human heart. From somewhere, even the golden liquor gushed.

"I never thought I'd be able to drink it again."

"Yes. First, I brought out the yeast with the treasure, secretly, and brewed it."

Io revealed Tane to Elma, who could not hide his delight.

"This is amazing. I have to admit. comparable to the golden honey species behaved at the feast of the heroes"

Rattegart also uttered an honest praise.

"Originally, he served liquor to the" Ibizas "sama. We were only allowed to speak on the day of the festival."

Isma kept the cup quiet as she watched the women play the story.

"Doesn't it suit your mouth?

"That's not true. The food, the alcohol, they're all wonderful, right?

"For one thing, you're not in the mood for a ride"

In the empty cup of Isma - the painted cup of Zhu shredded from the hinoki wood is a more prestigious item in the earthspider world than the gold and silver treasure - Io said, still pouring liquor using a single mouth of wood.

"It's unusual for me to be in a hurry."

"─ Are you talking about Elehimera?

"Then the honor student went too far and tried to set up a moxibustion in his temper."

"So, Elehimera is still being captured in the presence of Karcasas."

"Or the mad old Doctor." It's falling into their hands, I could say. "

Easily, but Izma held Io back.

"Well, that's why I know what's going on inside this Sibiri Sumeri, and what kind of situation you live in right now."

Io, I don't know how you came to be like that... “The mad old Doctor." Plans: I know about the pot of worm poison.

That's what Isma said.

Io smiled a little lonely.

"You can't afford a woman like that."

"Speaking of which, you handled a lot more dangerous with your first hand."

Isma asked in a fluffy and light tone. Drink with your eyes closed to love the poured liquor.

"Colorless Psychoacids. If you suck, you're an idiot who's going to scrap your opponent. The incapacity of the spell system, whose effects would be attenuated if the individual were not squeezed, had been amplified so extensively that it appeared on the wavehead. Even Elma, a full boutique, can't unleash a curse as widespread as that, regardless of the power. What do you mean, let me know what's going on?

Io nodded at Isma asking.

"Down the cliffs of Tarantellano, we were reached here, in the Suspended Bridge Valley of Cantarella, which means that - through the corridor where the" Howl Cancer "was formed - we were reached. We wondered if the crabs were finally going mad and trying to invade the land."

You mean Celte.

"Again, were you aware? Despite sending messengers many times and urging Kyoujun, Celte ate the messengers each time - to put it bluntly - into the" Grid Gate "and fell into the fall of the" mad old doctors ”. On the contrary, we were aiming to make this valley, where we live, our own hunting ground, with its insane desires."

To Io's words, I could see that Elma drank the words.

Serte, spoken of from Io's mouth, had been determined as a bucket, and the gentleness of a boy who tried to nest his compatriots out of the pain of eating each other, the heart-wrenching gritto, had fallen out of his glimpse of Elma.

But at the same time, as a victim, and in this great cavity of Siddhara, which was transformed into hell, I knew from Io's point of view as protecting the slightly rebuilt camp of the people, it was too natural.

"That's right, you all came down from the upper floors."

"So you mistook me for a Celte or an avant-garde... puppet."

I see. Well, if you listen to me, it's a natural accomplishment. And Isma put up the cup, and offered the empty cup unto Io.

Izma softly received one bite of Io, who combined his intentions and tried to fill the cup with booze in silence, recommending booze to Io on the contrary.

"I'm sorry. I don't know, doubt it."

No, of course not.

As it were, it was a misunderstanding. Io smiled lustrously at Isma's suggestion.

"That's a nice drink."

"I'm afraid so."

"Another drink."

"Oh, what are you going to do with me drunk in your seat to labor Isma?

"I didn't realize the blush, but that's how Io looked. Beauty ♡"

"Nothing unchanged"

"It's changed, isn't it?

It would have been Elma and Rattegart who did the words. Isma's tone was as light as it sounded, but the cut back had swordswallowing sharpness.

"Indeed, you are right. It's not just as a samurai, as a woman, no, my admiration and dignity as a earthspider have been broken. So this is how it turned out."

"I'm sorry. That was tough. That was a lot. It's my fault."

Izma lined up the words with Io in mind.

That's supposed to be a word out of the bottom of his mind, but Elma felt a tingling chill.

Feel the bottomless fear out of Isma's words for some reason.

I didn't find myself disgusted by the thin sympathy.

More than that, I felt Izma's words touching the core meshed much deeper.

"No, no. Isma is back."

"Right. To help Ele, to settle for me."

What brings you back for? That's to save Ele, to get Kelli with Calcasas and the "mad old doctors" -- I mean, I didn't come here to save you, Isma hinted.

You, the people of Bethallion, have not come back as gods to take charge and serve as a shipyard. Yes, Isma said.

For a moment from Io's righteous face, Izma saw his emotions disappear to fall out.

It's the color of vain despair.

But it was only for a moment, and soon that beautiful smile returned.

"You'll be gone soon, too."

"We have humans waiting for us. I enjoy my time in pain and humiliation."

"You're in a hurry"

"I'm in a hurry."

Io gently wiped his eyes.

"Now let's serve the main course - at least fill your stomach. Still, the great cavity of Siddhara continues. When it's important, you can't help it, but it's a fall. Isma doesn't seem to be feeling well either. Ruttegart also feels hazy. Eat, drink, and even sleep a little. And if you look in their hands, the manipulations of the mad old Doctor."

Before Io could finish or not, a salted red mukago and a skewer of helmet Ivana were carried in the oven.

"We are with the servants who decided to make this suspension bridge valley in Cantarella their final place of residence. Enjoy your meal."