Sanzen no Souru Supina

Now, it was only a few days after his rendezvous with the Ismas that the life of Emperor Osmadra: Osmahim descended on Aska.

Using land routes, he made his way through the trador corridor through Hadari's wilderness, attacking small groups of nations, including Trantrim, poking behind the Vibronze Empire, and being issued against Ascaria, the first prince of the Osmadra Empire, and the Sand Lion Brigade, his legion of children.

Combat group: The "Sand Lion Brigade" was around 1200 in total strength and how small it was for Osmadra's army to overwhelm its enemies with great force, but it was nevertheless the elite Asuka had put on hand salt and even a warmed trump card in the earlier Frama crusade.

Besides Aska, one of the Osmadra Empire's most incapacitated men and prince, and Athelui, who specializes in intelligence intelligence incapacity, the Sand Lion Brigade, which has three "spindle" capable men, is more powerful than the number of soldiers.

It demonstrates the combat ability to squeeze thousands of troops instantaneously, even if it is quoted less, if collaboration is even perfect.

With this power, Osmahim decided to combine the spikes of the Vibronze offensive, the Yang Dynamics and the powerful reconnaissance.

Describe it from a historical point of view and it will.

However, the views of the parties, Asuka and the Sandy Lion Brigade, differed slightly.

"Istique Scharf…" Repellence. ”I see. It's a great role for those of us who specialize in guerrilla combat deployment."

Repellence, from the term, the habitual person tends to associate covert reconnaissance operations, but in a military setting it is a role that presupposes the engagement of "enemies, invading them with strength, but not using strength to break the siege and bring information back".

Including force reconnaissance, that is.

Of course, against that division of roles, negative colors rode the voice, not because Aska butted into that dangerous task.

"The country has allowed supplies and equipment to be replenished, but there has been no increase in troop strength - despite reports that the Trantrim has been turned into a closed corridor."

Athelui's report gave the reason for Aska's distressing story.

"The Half Demon Monster of the Striking: Include Beast and the Knights of the Night Demons: The White Demon Knights, and the King of the Night Demons: Yugadir - deal with these on our own? I see, this is what they sold a superior fight to."

Per Sidlark Pasha or blown into His Majesty (Chi).

"A distant hand, one after the other. It's a hell of a thing."

Aska spilled as she elbowed to the railing of the seat-is and supported her head with her fist.

An ironic grin floats on the edge of my lips.

Major members of the Sand Lion Brigade are present at the military conference.

The martial and civilian officers in charge of the barracks, plus the 100-person class that divides the operational units, as well as the "spindle" capability.

Ashley already remembered some of them.

Nazif has a strong image of a skilled ghost instructor.

Timur with a soft face but a seemingly monogamous look.

Plus this is the first big female warrior to meet: Corkar.

There is added Athelui, who serves as secretary, and this is the main force of the Sand Lion Brigade.

At the strong request of Athelui, the Ashlets are in line for this war.

When we got to our seats, Najiv and Timur gave us back their respects.

I understand you're acknowledging Ashley's battle in Trantrim.

But female warrior: only Korkar narrowed his eyes provocatively.

Probably the type that doesn't recognize strength for not actually matching.

"But whatever life it is, it is. You have to obey."

Nazif said with a face that looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

He is in a position to dislike the honest argument that he is boiling back, but that his duties as a soldier must be fulfilled.

It is a difficult position.

"Yang Dynasty, if it's a full extraction, so hey. In many ways, we can reduce the threat at once. It's been tested."

Shit, and the focus is blurry. It's Timur's job to poke at the essence.

National ministers, and emperors: the thoughts of those who whisper conspiracies to Osmahim appear clear from it.

Yes, Timur says.

If you bore your inner feelings, Aska is politically and militarily neglected by Osmadra's court, and her child's power of war is seen as a small but threatening threat.

Just like a small bone of fish stuck in my throat.

If you come there and say overload has manifested itself on the side that was entrusting you with the offense, you can order that it is the duty of the exchangers to destroy this.

Even this is a dangerous entry into the Closed Corridor.

No matter how elite you are, if you dare to do this, the Sand Lion Brigade will suffer commensurate damage.

No, maybe there can be total annihilation.

I know because it's Ashley, who used to be relative to Gran in Ignache territory.

At that time, the Cathedral Knights under the Ashle banner were wiped out.

Ashley, it's just luck, it's just a coincidence that one survived.

Now the trantrim on which Aska was ordered to invade is not as devastated a land as Ignache, reflecting the temperament of his lord, Yugadir.

Also the Night Demon Knights: The White Demon Knights are alive and well, and many of them sympathized with Yuga's philosophy of a “monetary co-prosperity zone of blood”.

It is unlikely that even though it has succeeded in overloading, we will be able to discern Yugadir.

No, rather, if they White Devil Knights' "Twist" is the source (power source) of "From Them" Yuga, is this the opposite of cause and effect?

That was Ashley's standout.

An overload is an ideal incarnation - yes Ashley is comprehensible.

Being human but thus never able to be an ideal (...) in a pure sense jumped over the constraint of being human.

Transcendental.

It may be said that a heavenly flame, which never appears on earth, has taken the snail of a human, or an organism, and stirred it, and descended.

That was, no, Ashley's view of overload.

Those who have been shot in with a "twist" that is too pure, and who have abandoned being human and become the manifestation of their ideals (...) themselves.

The ideal embodiment.

It seemed obvious how the knights of the devil would capture it at night attracted to the proud Dream.

For example, it was muscular to think that the "Sand Lion Brigade" was not only a mighty overload: Yugadir and the White Devil Knights waiting jaw gate (after) to follow it were ordered to jump at will.

Murder, the word goes through the back of your brain.

One day Isma will say something about the death of Gresnau, the father of the Crusaders and Ashley.

"It's called the time of the frama, and it's called anti-government guerrilla support activities in Trantrim up to this point. Thank you. I don't care. Are you sure this is the life of His Majesty Osmahim? It would be a conspiracy between ministers and people birds (Halpuia). We should get a direct trial!

Corkar was the one who revealed his anger at direct entry.

My compassionate mind turns to anger and doesn't even try to stop it from erupting.

Red copper coloured skin is stained deep red with rolled blood.

Incidentally, the human birds (Halpuia) are a hidden word in the Arabic community that curses the true knights.

A curse for pointing out that they take a blow away from the sky - specializing in cowardly methods of warfare from the point of view of mankind on earth, being the bearers of incompatible reason, and imitating the kind that would expose mankind's men.

And it wasn't until after the conversation progressed that Ashley and the others learned that there was a connection between the imperial court of Osmadra and the maidens of the true knights, and that there was an effect on the shadow of the military action that would take the edge of this Crusade activation.

At this point, I only understand about the example Sidraq Pasha and his faction.

Corkar is outraged (dunno) by leaving Ashle and the others behind without any idea of the circumstances.

"I don't know about the boar."

"Oh my God."

Timur mixed up the hot spot all at once and Korkar just got pneumonia.

Sandwiched between them, I wipe my face with my palms like I'm sick of Najiv bathing in Corkar's spit.

"Your Highness, if you're going to go to a direct trial, I'd love to offer you this Korkar! If your body is blunt after a long voicemail!

"Thank you, Corkar. I always appreciate your concern."

So, he took his seat with joy, and Asuka raised his left hand to control the momentum that seemed to rush to the Emperor: Osmahim immediately.

"But this paperwork is real. It is autographed by Osmahim, plus a Jade Lottery. There's no question of counterfeiting."

"But"

"Fine, I said. Whenever I receive an operation that I am dissatisfied with, it involves the willingness of all the armies that the prince was bidding the emperor. I will not tolerate imitation that would disrupt the chain of command. Any statement that may be taken shall henceforth be forbidden in my name."

And the eyes of Asuka, who had spoken harshly, glorified the light of Korkar.

Corkar corrected his spine and kept his right hand on his chest, which was the momentum to blow out the heavy wooden desk brought up for the military council like a wooden end.

Gestures indicating Copy.

I could see the blood that was rising on her head.

Ashle felt Corkar's absolute loyalty and trust in Aska.

"The military invasion will be carried out as planned, as stated in the cover letter. For that reason, since the temporary withdrawal from Trantrim, we have been trying to rest and regroup our legions."

However, I understand your concerns.

Aska darkly told her that she did not ignore the opinions of her trusted neighbors.

"If it is simply a matter of number of members, then this can be solved with money. If we hire mercenaries in, just Ziraf Haza, we'll have hundreds more. 2000 is stiff if combined with existing combat power. The Kunimoto is telling me that I will give it away.

But this is a different story when the invading destination is the Closed Corridor and the opposing enemy is the Night Devil and Overlord.

How many heads have we got? It's water on the baking stone. It's not that there are no "spindle-capable" mercenaries, but even if they are, they are weak or have a lot of problems with their bare behavior - most of the time, they are murderous. It's not wise to expect anything there. "

Aska said as she looked over together.

As Ashley listened to the story, she was gradually beginning to understand what it meant to be invited to this occasion today.

This is what Athelui says, anyway.

Give me a hand with this military invasion, he said.

"You have to understand that invading the Closed Corridor is the same, no more difficult than stepping into an enemy land protected by a robust fortress and a strong army built in a heavenly land.

Even then, there are many that have experience of overloading or looking directly at enemies comparable to overload. "

Timur and Korkar looked at each other and Nazif sighed.

"Me too, three times. No matter how many monsters you say you're dealing with, it's only in a place that makes sense to humans -- they don't have the experience to go to hell."

Nazif gazes in to check with Timur and Korkar. There is no denial.

"Nazif, that three-time experience, how it was. Speak without concealing."

"The second and third time, we fought with your father, the Emperor, Asuka. I did nothing but help. And it was full of escape for the first time, to be honest. I was going to use it quite a bit, but it was someone who wasn't very lonely but didn't have teeth. Wow.

Something called overload is totally tough. As soon as I stepped into the Closed Corridor more than that, I remember being badly exhausted by the feeling that my destiny was being manipulated, as in some of the other person's painted stories.

The worse things go, the worse they roll. Is it also called an out-of-town demonic realm?

It feels completely different than dealing with the buckets that show up on the border - if you're borrowing the expression of a prince, it's like having a sumo wrestle against a walled opponent. It's a streak of twilight. One of these days I'm gonna break my heart. "

The sentiment was perfectly correct, Ashley thought.

Still, there is nothing out of line in the power of a man named Nazif for calmly retreating and surviving.

I honestly think so.

There is a possibility of a rematch if you live.

That's what I mean when I don't give up.

And I'm also glad a guy like that was in Aska's stomach.

Aska nodded, making sure that Nazif's words didn't raise his voice either from Timur or from Korkar.

"At this stage, then, with the exception of Nazif, I will be the only person in our camp to have survived the destruction of the overloaded bucket."

That's why - with the Frama Pursuit Medal - Aska was recognized as a hero and was supposed to come to a meeting with his father, Osmahim.

However, although he was recognized as a hero and allowed to expand his territory to govern with authority, it was the life of an overly hasty march to a new battlefield that was told by the mouth of Osmahim in the seat where he came to the talks.

Osmahim ordered after he praised and rewarded him in the same tone as if he were just reading out the written text, as if there was no blood.

"As my spike, poke behind the Vibronze Empire"

That's all.

I'm barely even allowed to have a conversation.

Artifact that got both legs for the price: I don't even look like I noticed "Azrile".

Aska had no choice but to walk away so that she could be driven out of sight.

My father has changed.

No, I knew I'd been neglected for a long time.

I am a child of iniquity.

No, maybe not, but there's no way to be sure.

Mother: Even Brunfreude should have had no certainty.

Try Osmahim, Aska's presence would have been tantamount to being shown evidence of his wife's betrayal of himself.

Also, as we grow older, the face of Brunfroyde, clearly handed down, protrudes into the pain of burning our hearts and minds in our increasingly remarkable beauty and standing behavior.

There was a reason I wanted to keep it away.

Nevertheless, my father treated Asuka in an impartial and eagle manner in an official setting, worthy of the name of the "Horsemen of the East” called by the royal nobles of Western countries.

And in the palm of his father, who not only made Aska unholy, but stroked him with a grace in his great palm, who had lost Brunfroyde in his childhood, and who had led Aska to warmth from his unbearable loneliness, even when he was drowning in alcohol out of his disappointment, there was unbearable affection.

I want to be of service to this human.

With that one heart, Aska decided to put away everything in imperialism that was in the woman's body but she had no shame as a prince, because.

But... my father has changed.

It's changed.

Behind it lies my mother's clan: Aska knows that there is a leap in the true knights.

There is now an irrevocable plot under way in Osmadra's own country (every single one).

That's where we already know the head of the Sand Lion Brigade, which is near Aska's side.

The surrounding ministers and the Taiwanese mistakenly assume that the Lord of the plot is themselves, and that it comes from a patriotism that ultimately favours the Empire.

That's a hell of a miscalculation.

It's about time Ban played it wrong.

Do you seriously think that those bitter and pure true knight maidens are still being held captive to the fate of mankind, the end of a nation, etc.?

No, no, no.

Father: Aska cannot stop what is at its destination - the word "purification” - that takes in Osmahim and drives the Empire to hegemony.

They see mankind only to the extent of "stains and stains of the world".

It's obvious how humans treat the wine spilled on the carpet.

A whispering hero is a liquor poured into a glass, and a splash that was not allowed to fill its vessel, I guess, will be many others.

The ideals of their true knight maidens may be noble, but they are only intolerant.

It just seemed like a ruthless, cruel thought that could not possibly be sympathetic to Aska, who was born as a stain for the unjust child, Osmahim.

"Your Highness?"

Speaking from Athelui, Aska returned to reality from short memories.

"I'm sorry. A little, I was thinking."

Even while Aska was immersed in memory, the loyalists apparently had an argument.

The focus of the topic was not to march on the Closed Corridor, but to consider an operation to lure the enemy out of it and slap this on each one.

Athelui explains the outline to Aska.

Yeah, Aska nodded.

"I don't think it's a bad idea. However, to judge the merits, I would like to hear the opinions of one, more experienced person here."

Aska pointed the water at Ashle and Zion, and Izma.

Of course, already at this time, Ashle understood the significance of why we were asked to sit in rows in this military council.

But it was Isma, the human, who spoke ahead of Ashley, who nearly opened his mouth.