Sanzen no Souru Supina

I see. I feel confident in my arms.

Ashley thinks as she savors many of the dishes.

The feast was very qualitative and centered on Athelui handicrafts.

Asuka preferred homely, rustic, but rigid cuisine over vibrant, hands-on dishes like court cuisine, so that Athelui had taken care of the meals.

Zion was also helped by this.

The Night Devil's Clan lives by The Dream, which is dissolved in blood.

The alternative is also possible by the diet of mankind, but rather than the ingredients themselves, it is the Dream that the cook contains that becomes its nutrient, so its efficiency, for example, is extremely diminished in a cuisine that is obnoxious.

It is not proportional to its appearance or the luxury of the materials used.

The cuisine of the court was, in that sense, always something that had to be subtle.

In that regard, Athelui's cuisine was made in person for Aska.

of Athelui, who is also Asuka's lover, it tasted like an undisputed love poured without smudge.

It has always been enough to fully heal Zion's thirst for blood.

Somehow, it fits from taste preferences to the elements necessary for survival, so the one that surrounds Ashley is no longer.

But the food was different that night.

"Good."

So much so that Theon accidentally moaned.

"Right. Always good... but today's is exceptionally well done"

"Thank you for your praise"

With the praise of his guests and master, Athelui bowed down adorably and thanked him.

It's not that joke-like style of service slave outfit, by the way, but a style of service that wears a front on common sense outfits as a female official.

"I waved my arms for a special guest from afar"

"No, no, no, ma'am, I'm sorry. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Without hesitation or prudence, Isma has her hands on cooking from one end to the other.

Next to it, Ele is eating a meal on Isma's plate.

Ele, who removed her mask as a murderer, seems to be a caring lady temperament.

A plate of beautifully divided meals was subtly placed at Ashley's disposal, who grinned slightly at the creeping, and how it was.

Then, just for a moment, Athelui's hand held that of Ashley.

So much so that Ashley at the time was struck by surprise.

Probably nobody but Ashley noticed.

Soft, smooth fingertips made small efforts to convey something to Kiyu and Ashley.

Without even giving him time to ask what that means, Athelui went to Zion for an audience.

Ashley accidentally had to hold back her mouth when she was about to ask a dumb question.

"What's up?

Asked Zion, who blamed Athelui for his tricks.

"No... I thought it was delicious"

"Damn...... you know that without eating a single one?

"Oh, come on, this is what excellent food is all about, starting with sight and smell, and it's delicious, right?

To Ashley, who answered all the questions, Theon laughed as if he had done so after he looked suspicious, and Ashley saw behind him that Athelui had done something to bite off the laughter.

"But it's a surprise. Sounds like an assassination mission: I didn't know the identity of Sibili Sumeri was a front-line base for the invasion of the human world by earthspiders."

"The Osmadra Empire is one of our clients, not many times in the past."

There is no royal family without a dark connection behind it.

Where there is light, there will always be shadows again.

Isma, who answered Asuka's question, said, either intending to follow or adding:

"In the end, we were funding the enemies of the human world, believing that we were going to kick our own external enemies and political enemies, and pick the buds of the rebel flag."

"Well, I guess so. But, Your Highness, that's not just Osmadra. He said it was a request from the Pope's Office in Extram.

Ashley, who had heard the conversation, turned to red wine.

And Isma put a thick book in front of her where she took it from to show evidence.

It's not about stirring up Ashley's impatience.

This is also a banquet, but also a place to discuss the previous raids and this earlier countermeasure.

The thick books are spelled out in numerous contracts.

The twin-headed Mukadeh, whose crest represents the family of Bethallion.

"Well, Ashley has a record, though."

There is no malice in Isma to say while showing evidence.

It has the same tone as usual, but it is thorough and realistic, stating the facts.

"So, as many assassins as you just did... do you know what their employer is?

And only if you're upbeat.

To Aska's inquiry, for a moment, the weight of silence visited when Isma cut the word, was clearly understood.

"Yeah." Osmadra court chief minister: Sidraq Pasha.

Still, Isma, who answers clearly, was a man who knew the pointlessness of clouding words here.

"Sidlark...... you're near my father. You named him soaked?

"It's not like he came out in person. Plus, dumb customers who reveal their client's name won't come to me asking for an assassination in the first place. So this is the back book. For the sake of later plots, Sibiri Shmeri secretly identifies and keeps a record of his client.

Create situational anxiety by spreading information to those who should later. Sometimes, after I've accomplished my job, my client changes his mind and comes out to hide evidence. "

To the extremely clerical response of Isma, I guess this one already had a client anticipation. Aska was also flat relative.

"Is it good, Sibiri Shmeri? Doesn't the customer's name have a duty of secrecy?

"This is only a request from the Carcass era, the front wing beam, and as the current wing beam, I just indicated the intention of the nascent Sibiri Shmeri."

In other words, in this series of conversations, Isma as the new building beam of Sibiri Shmeri would have expressed the position that the Osmadra Empire, anyway, was not willing to set up with an Ascarian individual.

"But Lord Isma. I am my own country anyway: the Osmadra Empire is a decision that may come to pass. Are you glad?

"Hmm, if you keep your card down, you're going to be hostile to one or the other, aren't you? Then the beautiful girl's side is yip!!

What I don't know if it's a joke or a serious one is the same Izma word.

For a moment, he was an aska taken aback, but immediately smiled with a broken face.

"Have you finally re-necked the Assassin's Order? That's a hell of a replacement for a chief. Sibiri Shmeri. haha"

"Not to His Royal Highness Asuka."

How many human beings could understand Isma's sincerity in questioning the uppermost?

Asuka herself, and only that Athelui had realized what it meant.

Isma said, without saying anything.

His Royal Highness Askaria sees a will to rebel against his country.

Isma hasn't finally metastasized after Ashle and Zion.

It was disappointed that it was a visit after a thorough examination had been carried out in advance.

Aska took the inquiry with a smile.

However, it was a grin with some tremendous grin.

"Not that I doubt it. For once, that book, even in advance?

"That makes sense. This guy is like a box of glass filled with the seeds of conflict, ancient and present. I opened the lid, but at the end, what happens?"

"Can't we be friends?"

"Only if we're friends. If we use this, we'll sprinkle suspicious ghosts and firepowder everywhere there is a nation in this world."

"Even at my request for a beautiful brown girl?

"Hmm, my heart shakes. But no."

Isma laughed, and Asuka did not eat any more, but this one act, in fact, was a tremendously swordswallowing interaction.

"Okay. As soon as possible, we should do something about this. The assassins were treated..."

"I'd be happy to leave it to you. They just followed orders. In a top-down organization, responsibility rests with the person who gave his life. You shouldn't be held accountable for the inferior executing the order.

And the person to blame is dead - I cut him off earlier. From the point of view of His Highness Asuka, the Sovereign of the Human Area, the earthspider is probably an interracial race to be eliminated... but he's my countryman. Please.

Instead, I will disclose all the facts regarding this case to Aska and confirm that there will be no further intervention by Sibiri Shumeri "

And he put up his right hand palm, and showed it straight, and Isma said,

"Okay. I want to think that the feeling that guides my fellow countrymen through the walls of the race is the same. The servants who were drunk of the spell have nothing else to say about their lives. Thanksgiving for what was saved and maybe a write-off."

"Ahhh, what do you want? Does that mean that maybe my compatriots and their hot, wet thank you in exchange? Uh, I'm worried - seriously. Hmm, hot brown wet wet with two siblings and a beautiful girl. Well, this is the ultimate choice."

I fell to the front and seriously rubbed my head on the ground and Isma began to worry.

There's something wrong with Ele grating behind it, and both Aska and Ashley laugh.

Theon is a sigh of bitterness, but it doesn't make a difference that he feels nostalgic about Isma's usual condition.

How can we discuss so softly the murder blade of an assassin who has approached his throat, its treatment?

That is none other than because all who are present here are already worthy of calling themselves heroes, or have deviated from the side of the common man.

"Ah yes! Your Highness Asuka, why do you pretend to be dead? Want me to get you a cover story?

Even if the assassins can be removed, the client's intent to kill is not.

Isma said the means to deal with it as she rose up again in that out-of-the-box move.

Exactly. The plan to redeem the dream experience for human life seems to have been discarded.

Good for you, assassins of two of your countrymen.

"It would be easier if that were possible. No, let's not. Besides, if the assassination via Sibiri Shumeri ended in failure, now, it would be done and obviously moved. I want to hold it there."

"That's the face of a fisherman trying to catch a big prey, sir?

"In order to do that, should we let go of the frightening rumors, though we barely denounced the assassins?

Aska said, Isma laughed uncontrollably.

So one thing Aska leaked in the ensuing colloquial and feast didn't reach anyone's ears.

"If the man who gave the order is to be held accountable, it must be my father, Osmahim, who should be held accountable."

The words were frozen and fortified like frosted winter fallen leaves.