Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Anyway, first, let's take the armor off. Damn it, Vitra, just be patient."

Saying, Ashle unloads the saddle in a way she's used to, pulling the reins and the scissors (bits) out of her mouth. If you remove the facial armor (chaffron) that covers your horse's face, Vitrion rubs his sweat-wet nose tip against his face with his husband.

Azit of the oppressed isolationists, Ashle and his men, who set up on the site of the salt mine, made treatment a priority first.

Particularly damaging were Ashle and his horseback riding: Vitrion, and Athelui, who was on board.

I guess the Isolationists didn't have much habit of using horses as riding.

No riding animal can smell the inclusion beast and stay calm first.

And the evil beasts were the rulers of this stronghold in substance.

So there's nothing you can call a stables.

Ashle and the others decided to use one of the buildings as a whole for Vitrion.

Leaves, fresh water, firewood as fuel - hold these using Shadow Cloaks, which are Scion's energetics, create storage space, and allow items to enter and exit at any time.

Theon would have accepted the pot, leaves, and groceries if he had been unhappy with the cloak he was supposed to keep his costumes and gear in, but he really needed them.

Anyway, it is an invasion of the "closed corridor" of manipulating fate.

The necessities involved in these survival were desirable to bring in whenever possible.

Not that we can stockpile enough supplies to cover a large legion, but for a short showdown that sent in a small number of elite troops like this one, let's just say it's a matching operation.

"You've worked so hard! Thanks to Omae."

Ashle quickly demolishes his horse armor as he spares no effort to do so with words of praise.

Chest Armor (Petral), Side Armor (Frankard), Ass Armor (Crapper).

As I thought, Vitrion's horse body, especially the right side femur, which was seared by high heat, suffered extensive burns.

I can tell with one eye.

This is a level that needs to be treated immediately.

"Thanks"

Once again, Ashley thanked her beloved horse for running through the battlefield with her.

Vitra's ears, responding, move sharply.

While withstanding the wear and tear caused by the burns, Vitra responded diligently to Ashle's hands-on judgment.

That does not apply to the statement that you have obeyed orders.

The work that Vitra has shown on today's battlefield is what should be called devotion.

Meeting so many famous horses is extremely difficult, even in the life of those who choose to live rocked on the back of their horses as cavalry.

It's not just a compliment as a knight, it's no longer fateful, it can be said.

Generally speaking of military horses, most castrated horses in the western world, but as they came to the massive battlefield, it was sometimes the case that the knights chose an uncertified male horse whose bite habits had not been corrected either.

But the horse Ashley chose even exceeded that exception.

It was a female horse.

On the battlefield, the dragon spear boasts powerful firepower: for Ashley, who has a special style of combat with the main axis of shooting from the horse by Shivnir, it was the result of a careful selection of that in a temperament that combines patience, even if audacious, than a horse that is intoxicated by the air of the battlefield.

Only Vitrion withstood the flashes and roars reminiscent of Ashley's portable dragon spear: Shivnir's thunderbolt.

However, Vitrion was not an obedient horse from the beginning.

More so now than ever.

The only time I get to say something quiet is when I'm against a man named Ashley who admitted to being my husband.

It was the nature of the horses to burn their hands.

Ashley can still vividly remember the first time we met.

Vitrion looked like a mockery to Ashley, who thought she was beautiful.

Lie your ears back just for a moment, wrinkle your nose, and peel your teeth out.

Horse merchants and horses with you spoke in, aiming for a moment that was distracting you, so that you can only look ashley.

You don't appreciate me so much, Bowya, as much as I thought I heard a voice.

In the end, Ashle was not even allowed to cross her back that day.

However, Ashley also did not shake her neck vertically at the suggestion of the horse traders and the horsemen that we should make it another horse.

Because at dusk, he was seen running like a disease through a bell-ringing ranch.

It was then that Ashley decided to make Vitrion a horse lover.

"I'll cure you soon with precious stones. Stay put."

Saying, Ashle softly slipped it into Vitra's burnt skin, where the healing effect was enclosed.

These precious stones (gems) are a rare item to be found in Ichii.

Manufacturing is no longer lost in the human area, and ancient site excavations (burglaries?) were rare items that could only be obtained on a limited number of routes, such as the businessmen or the illegal used by the criminal Order, or rarely recoverable as loot in the battle against the Eleven Families of Demons, etc.

Sometimes expensive gemstones may have been used as a material, but even a scratch can take a week or ten days to fully heal.

It will not be difficult to imagine how much these products, which immediately connect the torn blood vessels, block the wounds and even hyperplasia, were traded for.

The precious stones (gems) that could be used without having to pay the price anyway, even if they were not intelligent, were enough to be sewn into their costumes as the protective stones of the royal marquis aristocracy.

When Ashle slips its smooth and ragged surface against the burns of the Vitrion, the precious stone (gem) makes the sound of salad, becoming a particle, so that it is sucked into the wound and loses its identity.

In exchange, burns were healed, the epidermis regenerated, and lost body hair was found to grow and change.

Ashley soothes the whole body of Vitrion.

In fact, Ashley has mastered healing techniques.

But that's a huge price to pay, for example, after one of his arms was tied, Ashley had passed out for a few weeks.

It could not have been a good move while invading the center of the enemy formation.

Ashle slides the precious stone (gem) toward the hoof (strain).

Atelui knew that Vitra lay down her long lashes and breathed secretly watching how it was going behind her back.

It looked more like a girl pushing and killing exhales that were labored and intervened by a man who fell in love, not least about to leak, than an obedience.

This co, maybe, is in love with Ashle.

From Vitra's modus operandi, Athelui holds such an idea.

The burn on her leg, as well as Kuzuku, was painful.

But from Athelui, a nomadic bloodline, a man who cares about horses is first and foremost a condition of trust.

Because that's how you treat your horse, and that's how you treat your family.

Those who treat the powerful still behave that way towards the clan as well.

Conversely, those loved by horses are still often admired by their families.

Athelui grew up listening to many myths and old stories of horses discerning and giving back characters from an early age.

When Ashley told Vitra that Vitra was ahead of her thoughts and tricks toward Ashley, it was not impossible for her heart to be moved.

So this is the empathetic pain that Vitra naturally misses rather than jealousy.

"All right, it's over. Come on, have some water. He's the only one who dried it, but there's also fruit."

Not even in Athelui's chest like that, Ashle looked back at Vitrion's treatment and care as a top priority.

"I'm sorry, because of the condition of the wound, I really made Vitra a priority. Then it's Mr. Athelui's turn."

"Npi."

From Athelui's throat, which was sitting on a pile of leaves, some hard to write audio popped up in the letters.

It would not be impossible either.

Ashley is now naked on her upper body, covered in wounds, sweated, and kneeling, trying to heal her horse and Athelui as a priority.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, because even our tribe takes care of horses, ho, really. Vitra in particular is a difficult famous horse. A. The need to support Ashley's methods of warfare. They waited, and the order was behind them, and to that extent, I put the navel down, and I didn't."

"Oh, good. The tone is back to the usual Mr. Athelui. You were nervous, I knew it. Then let's start the treatment. Please take off your shoes. The tip is burning. I was seared by flames. You're burned, aren't you?

"That was, then, a lot of confusion in an unfamiliar situation! There will be confusion on the battlefield!

"I see that. Anyway... Shall I take it off"

I guess the type where consciousness switches completely on the battlefield and behind it.

Where did Bobby go when he was always flirting with the women, and Ashley sent a tedious instruction to Athelui.

"Take it off? Take it off?! Oh, oh, oh, shoes. Right. If you don't take it off, I don't know the extent of the wound. Uh, yeah, they do."

Saying, Athelui hastily puts his hand on the shoelace, but it doesn't loosen up well.

"Oh, that, that's crazy"

"I'll do it."

Instead of Athelui, who was nervous enough not to untie his shoelaces too well, Ashle made him take off his shoes.

Sturdy for long-range invasion. Then I pulled my legs out, and Athelui roared.

"I'm sorry, your shoes are all over the wound, now."

"Yes, it is."

"There's no way it's okay. A burn that was protected by shoes but was never light. From the back of the foot to the crust, to the tibia (shin). Were you so wounded that you kept quiet?"

"That's what a battlefield would be like."

"If you don't treat it properly, it will leave a scar. I'm afraid of burns."

"At that time, I didn't want to worry, or call Ashley. Or, you can't win?! Here's to our victory!

"I really appreciate that. Had it not been for Mr. Athelui, I would have been killed by that lion-faced horseman (Leotor) by now. Thank you very much."

But Ashley said, gently attracting Athelui's injured ankle.

"At least I wanted to know how the wound was sooner. As soon as I let Vitra's wound heal go through a paragraph, I should have healed this one. I declared that I would protect you and I let you get hurt like this. Knight disqualified."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Somehow it became another word on that horse, and Athelui shrunk with her hands covered.

It looks like a dandruff.

For the record, covering your face with both hands when you feel ashamed is a common trick for women in the Arabic community.

The only exception, as far as Ashle knows, is Aska and the female warrior near it: Korkar.

"First of all, I don't have any more precious stones."

"Ku, it's a pill, it's a good idea, so you need to soothe me."

"This is the only one"

Ashley took her protective stone out of her nostalgia to Athelui, who said that treatment with regular medication was sufficient with both hands covered her face.

It was sent to Ashley by Aska during this trantrim strategy.

The brilliance of that stone, which resembles a massive lapis lazuli, reminds me somewhere of Aska's eyes.

Only Athelui knew that its amulet, adorned by gold, was a product of royal itching.

"No, no, no, no, no!

"No, I'll use it. Mr. Atelui, in fact, you shouldn't even be able to stand and walk alone in this state. There's too much in the way of future operations. It's okay, Aska will understand too. You just have to make sure I used it."

"I'm afraid of something."

"I'm the one who got it. I mean, this belongs to me. I'll decide how to use it."

"Hido, hiya do"

Athelui takes reactions like a princess who has been assured and pushed down by a younger boy that he will heal you even with too precious an item given to him by the princess.

And judging such Athelui's tricks as understanding, Ashle applied caressed treatments, just as she had made them Vitra earlier.

By the way, Eunice, who else would have taught a woman that she was "ok" when she reacted like this?

Well, Ashley's evening educator.

But Nice.

No more resistance is even tolerated by Athelui.

I can see the feeling of being too comfortable with the warm heat coming in from the wound.

The smell of Ashle's body temperature and sweat, strong and sensible.

All Athelui could do was block his mouth and desperately push to death the girl version he had just visioned: a voice that was about to leak like Vitra did.

Yet no matter how willingly you try to lay low, your body becomes a bow to the feeling of crawling up.

No, I don't think Athelui can do this.

"Does it hurt?

I can't even answer Ashley, who asks me worries.

Because if you open your mouth, they will always hear you exhale sweetly and wet.

Shake your head desperately and let them know it's no problem.

No, actually, there's another big problem.

By the way, in the Arabic community, the chief consent is a "gesture of waving your head beside".

In other words, it is the opposite of the Western world.

At this time, Ashley was oblivious to the fact that the key members of the Sand Lion Brigade were tailored to the way the Western world was doing, based on the position that Ashley had been invited as a diner.

Common sense and habits stained over the years, I see, are irreversible overnight.

"After all, it hurts. Could it be... is there anything else, somewhere, you're wounded?

And Ashley, who changes humans as soon as life is at stake, made another huge mistake.

Athelui shook her head louder than earlier, no, gesturing.

I understand that Ashley was more mistaken than he was earlier, and yes.

"Why do you put up with it? Trust me. Um... I can take it off, right? Don't take a sweet look at the wounds on the battlefield. I need to find out. There are many examples of people dying of tetanus stepping through the ancient battlefield."

There was no hesitation (chuckles) in Ashle, who solidified his perception that it was entirely a pattern among his comrades.

In these places, it is the warrior class that completely switches consciousness on the battlefield and on a daily basis.

This would be proof that Ashley was making it entirely ours as she grew.

It's just maybe a little too extreme to switch, but maybe, that's youth.

However, this was not the case in Athelui.

I couldn't.

Resistance, etc.

You can't, you can't, and you can't even speak up.

For the most part, I knew what I wanted, not what I wanted.

Because I did think that I was "envious" of the vitrions who would be removed from their armor, labored and nursed mainly generously.

If you could have done the same, how would you have done it?

I wanted to be Ashley's horse, because I thought.

Athelui, who fortified herself and desperately held her face and mouth with both hands, became so obsessed.

And, hey, Ashley can't spot a scratch other than his ankle.

At best, but I have no choice but to blur.

"That was quite an interesting show, wasn't it?

Then the ele came down exactly like a spider from the beam of the ceiling, after everything had become a later festival.

I mean, Ashley, who couldn't spot the wound, said, "Arr? Nande?! Nandenaino?!" after it became a scene where post-processing was necessary, no matter how I saw it, that the stiff and muddled Athelui was crying dull.