Sanzen no Souru Supina

When Isma woke up, it was in the midst of a divine celebration of the coming New Year.

From behind the stage, where solemn congratulations and two princess witches perform their dances, the scene was knocked into a vortex of laughter and the divinity ruined, thanks to the naked Isma showing up scratching the head of the blush with her sleeping habits.

Besides, when the confusion subsided, the moment had passed to celebrate an important New Year, and this was another double ruin.

"Whether you sleep or wake up, you have no warning."

Isma, accompanied by two witches, Ele and Elma, and carrying out an obituary for Jiesai (note, as much as the ritual of purifying oneself by disgrace), was still halfway in the world of dreams, scratching her head and moving her mouth.

"Nah, I feel like something important happened?

On that day, Isma, who slaughtered Cal's heart, and reigned as king of the people of Sibiri Shmeri, and Bessarion, was held in his hands by Ele and Elma, who had returned from the slaughter of the "mad old doctors”, or like a doll whose thread had been cut off.

If I had noticed, I would have been asleep for over a month.

In the meantime, Isma can only lay low in the execution of Ele and Elma, who carried out the festivities, worked to take care of Isma and continued to bind the people's courtship.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

"No, because I was only festive when I found out why. It's like an idol revival tour."

"Oh, idol... I'd like to be dirty"

It seems funny to my sister, Elma, that the usually strong ele, gets in a tense and gruesome condition when it's in front of Isma.

"Sister, light up, sweetie."

"'Cause, you know, uh..."

If you saw Ele shrinking bright red while he was flushing Isma's back, who the hell would believe he was Sibiri Shumeri's strongest killer?

But the heart of Isma was scratched by the backdrop of this event, which was heard by Ele, Elma, and the nearest ones on their way to this Qi.

"Cal......"

I'm so sorry. Isma said as she stared at the droplets dripping into the hot tub and their ripples.

It was Isma who wiped out Calcasas from the world that day, but - the alien: The Complete World 'rewrote' everything involved in the case, except for Isma and Ele and the three parties named Elma.

The existence of Cal was considered a puppet of manipulation to the contrary, and it was the “mad old doctors” who had deceived the people of Betsalion, essentially nestled in Sibiri Sumeri, and were advancing into an unacceptable human experiment, which was the root of this tragedy and evil.

It was also the denigration of the princesses.

It's what made Cal look like that.

And decades ago, even the pain of losing “God” and being forced to wander was concluded that all of it was the rape plot and occupation of the "mad old doctors”.

All memories had been rewritten (...).

As a result, Izmagalm was lifted up as a hero who saved the two princess witches and restored the orthodoxy of Betsarion.

The past that once made them lick the seizure of God and the spicy acids of falling and wandering that begin there was wiped clean and refreshing.

Ele, Elma, the two princess witches finally told me how uncomfortable they all seem to be keeping their mouths shut after being alone with Isma and the three of them.

Indeed, it was the work of the "mad old doctors”.

It was an unforgivable evil business.

But neither did Cal, who had chosen it and pushed it, or Dajra's, nor anyone remembered the "will" of Celte or Io, who believed so for his family and embedded the "Greed Gate" in him at the expense of his people.

When I saw the story as a big chunk, maybe from a third party's point of view, it wasn't as big a difference as it was.

For example, if you took it from a historical book-like perspective.

If you wrote down only the results of things, it was probably mostly true.

Other than the parties - if you saw it from the perspective of Everyone - that might have been fine.

Our own people are victims and should be saved at the same time.

The leadership, including Calcasas, is also a sympathetic victim.

The sacrifice should be mourned.

Returning King: Ismagalum and his two Samurai (Habe) princess witches are saviors and also symbolizes the prosperity of the upcoming Bessarion.

As a result, it is the "mad old Doctor” and his oppression, who have been jerking around the flesh of his compatriots and creating buckets of things, that should be defeated “evil”.

It was once an easy to understand, inconsistent, story.

From there, however, the memories of Cal and Dajra, Celte and Io, the scattered Aragami soldiers, and Rattegart's "will", who threw themselves on the other shore of good and evil, and wagered their own way of life, had been snatched away.

Convenient and altering the side of the world, "Hiro": "Complete World" - Isma felt nauseated by its too much idleness, but could not even throw it back up.

This is what I do, and I'm beaten.

At the same time, at that last moment, he was remembering a number of fine, humble "twists" that had poured into the vessels of "twists" and transformed them into Ismas.

It was that of the audience, wanting to decide that Cal didn't have everything.

For ourselves, Isma realized the "Nerd" of wanting to replace the unharmed, easy to understand, memorable and tearful past - such beautiful and immersive memories - with a reality that is hard to see directly (...), at that time, as a price.

Ele and Elma cared about Isma, who was beaten and trembled as her memory became clearer.

Yes, Isma thinks.

I'm not alone yet.

There are two beings who remembered that "will" as a way of life on the other shore of good and evil - the choices of Cal, Dajra, Celte, Io, and the unknown Aragami soldiers.

"Something... made me cry"

When Isma snapped, the two princesses took her hand.

"Now it's time for you to finish."

To the two who look into Isma's eyes and say, Isma nods, yeah.

As a result, it becomes a lie.

But narratively, it's still a long way to go.

After finishing his clothes, Isma, dressed in clean clothes, moves on into a dark hall.

Going down to the dark hole.

This is a shrine once used by Betsalion's family to exercise necrophilia.

The giant cave that set the stage for the crowned festival: the staircase appears by inserting a cross tree into a number of tiny indentations, opened along the edge of the "Abyss of Invisibility".

The wind blowing across the hall clings to it as if it were a ghost cry.

It would be because Ele and Elma, the two witches poured out enough "chips".

Isma's flesh is already of the desolate god: not that of (Ibizus).

Wounded, he wraps the poor phase flesh, which he finds to be a joint if he is naked, in a white costume so that he manages to put it together.

In the back of the company's mind, Isma opened the summons gate.

What was revealed by the fact that he was not imprisoned by gravity was that of Rattegart.

The red treasure balls clustered around you are all balls of blood flowing out of the wound.

Isma regenerates and sutures the wounds she eats and breaks herself.

And instead of that lost heart, bury a ruby the size of a real red ball--a small apple.

Then I used the evil method.

The spirit is bracketed in necropsychiatry, and then "spindles" are shed on the treasure balls--no, the wreckage of Rattegart, and it's not just precious stones.

Desolate God: The eyes of Ibizus, crushing one of them, Isma gave.

At that price, Izma loses her left eye forever.

Rattegart's body is turned back by the "spindle" energy that is conducted.

He vomited the blood that Rattegart had accumulated in his lungs so as to reproduce the moment of death with a bump, a bump, a bump.

My eyes open.

Then, when I breathed heavily, I left it floating in space, twirling and spinning.

Like a mermaid princess swimming in the universe.

"Yi, Zuma?

A bloody lost lip called Isma's name.

"Sorry."

and the opening most izuma apologized.

"I... how come, here? Dead, should be. You must have killed me."

"I killed him, and he died. No mistake - and then, right now, I turned you into a skeleton puppet, and I implanted Ibizus' eyes in his heart to make him a faithful servant - a subpoena."

Rattegart didn't ask why.

I didn't even ask him why he was still tied to this ugly flesh when he was dead.

Because Izma's, no more left eye was constantly bleeding.

Gently take the blood with your lips.

"So I am your faithful servant made of my carcass?

"That's right. I can't disobey orders."

"Heck. I just think I'm happy."

"That's because you're already my complete slave."

"Can you be free to your heart?

…………

"You can't, can you?

Sorry, and Isma apologized again.

Isma knew that if she were to use it as a tool, she should not give her mind.

Isma was a man who knew so much about the cruelty of the tools he thought of.

"My darling, Izma."

A tentacle imitating lace according to the movement of Rattegart's mind that suppresses his chest captures Isma's flesh.

"Look, I knew my heart wouldn't be free."

Lattegart's eyes, which suppress his chest and say, are filled with tears that could spill.

"If I don't order you... to suck up your spindle... the flesh."

"Orders need a price. Pay up front."

Rattegart feels hot as the back of his chest burns.

The eyes of Ibizus on his left chest are unbearably hot and beating.

"Please, Isma, command me. Otherwise, I don't know what I'm gonna do to you."

"You have a right to do that, and I think you do, so I'm leaving it to you."

It was a declaration that Isma herself, who had degraded the dignity of Rattegart, would receive that revenge spoiled.

Isma, out of Isma's own intolerable desire, made Rattegart her exclusive tool.

That's why he kept the body behind the subpoena, in a dimensional cage.

It is a place where the laws of the world are so different from the physical reality in which Ismas live.

Pockets made between dimensions.

The dying flesh can also be kept indefinitely fresh by throwing it into it.

There was just another tie between this preservation and necropsychology.

One of them is the modulation of the spirit that occurs when the spirit of the dead is left untreated and kept in the body: paranoia.

In the narrow space of the dimension, a place that precedes nails in the midst of life and death is heart-breaking.

That is very similar to the state in which the human mind falls just when it is completely detached from the external stimulus.

That's why Isma woke up.

Only this ritual had to be completed as soon as possible.

"Orders."

Three times, Rattegart pleaded. I was trembling.

I fear everything that has become a monster.

Yet the joy of being reunited with Isma, and the shame of asking for Isma so that her flesh could devour her - without denying one thing, she was trembling.

So, Izma said.

"Love me. Eat it."

"Do you have such an order? Isn't that all you can do?"

As words and backs will give each other, so will the two unite.

Since then, there has been a record that the subpoena of pitch black and pure white carrying thunder spears: "Svennir" and the Great Shield: "Hari Haral" has followed Izmagalum's wandering.

Abnormal armor appearance.

A maiden of beauty not of the world: "Gursha Eela".

It's a demon that will be told later.

This was found in future generations, when Ismagalum was recorded as a clear adversary of the true knights.

Ooh, and a roar rushing up from the bottom of the Abyss of Ignorance with a carrot that I can't do anything about.

Izma knows.

About what lurks at the bottom of the Abyss of Profiles.

That is nothing more than "God" = "Gate (Portal)": "Balan Singh" that Cal found.

The kings who challenged this cave did not return at all.

You coat yourselves in the Unknown Realm (Terra Incognita).

It resembles a powerful "closed corridor" and refuses to perceive and recognize it.

Just because the Lord sits there, his coordinates will be lost from the world.

Physically, they exist, but they are erased from the perception of Everyone.

It's in front of me, but even though I'm touching it, it's decided I didn't.

Only one thing, only the holders of a strong "will" can resist the curse of banishing reality outside recognition.

It is almost impossible to resist a device that achieves a "twist" that sits behind it.

The end of the kings of history, it shows.

But I'm back.

Isma thinks.

Even if it's a desperate battle, I will resist.

If you ask me why, I can only say that I'm willing to be an individual.

What a fool, laugh at me.

Still.

Isma mocks herself as she sweetens Rattegart's love.

The world approaches another, true figure.