Sanzen no Souru Supina

And Yuga ran a trantrim with Iris on his back.

There was an amazing sight there.

There were demons at night, people.

Those who invaded a part of their flesh in alienation were also mingling in it and building defensive lines to the impending army.

And strange beasts mixed with cowhorses pulling materials......

"Included Beast. And people who were once named isolationists"

To the unclear Illis, Yugadir spoke in a questionable manner.

"Over the years we have achieved reconciliation between the devil and mankind at night. But —— Ashledau didn't convey the ideal. Even to the Princess of the Night Devil."

Iris, who was listening like a gay tale in a hazy consciousness, made himself stronger.

Ashledau, and the Princess of the Night Devil —— hear the name of Theon.

"That's right. Woman to be the next generation of Virgin Mary (one): Irisberda. Your thoughtful Ashledau, and his thoughtful Theonzafir, have been with me ever since."

"What --"

Therefore, Illis could not say the word until the end.

Because Yugadir sent that whole experience to Illis without covering it up.

Oh, oh, and the heat of burning memories, the heat and size of thoughts make Iris sound.

That was an enormous amount of energy in the name of emotion.

A false friendship directed at a man named Ashledau, a heart that thinks of his brother, and a desire to change the world's catfish together as a comrade.

The overly complicated love affair directed at a woman named Theon and the desire to take away her monopoly and dominance, all of it.

And this country (or so) -- the passion and ideals that have poured into the trantrim.

I earnestly desire, fight and continue to be betrayed at the end of the night by the demons and humans - still, I can't give up, finally the ideal running dog and the loneliness that came to fruition.

Only at some point did he try to fulfill his ideals by using and performing the alien seeds (shu) as scars left on the land as virtual enemies.

"Knowing everything about me, they -- Ashledau and Theonzafir have left my former"

To Yuga, who tells you that your ideals were backed by deception —— that is, Illis could not be fingerprinted.

Instead, it was empathy for Yugadir that occupied the chest of Illis.

The two beings that make up Illis: Armastella and Eunice, in that sense, have been experiencing each other, the relationship between the exchangers and the people, from the back.

All of it, Iris had inherited.

So Armastella knew.

envy the privileges of the exchangers, and the nature of the people who called it a right, and who appeared to seize it in the royal palace.

The critical issues involved in the maintenance and operation of the nation's statehood are manipulative on the grounds of ignorance, but only in the immediate interest of deciding and pointing at the traders as “evil" and, consequently, the people who destroyed the nation.

Those ignorant (well) people who do not know that it is unacceptable to be helpless to keep their country, but believe that there is no mistake in their totality.

So, Eunice Frau knew.

About the rulers, that is, the people who have abandoned their thoughts on how the world works, because it was a decision made by the nobles.

The future of the country should be considered by the nobles, not their own business, but the appearance of the cowards who brutally describe their reign, yet do not try to get themselves out of that cage.

And those who will pursue profits within the class world created, expanding and accelerating exploitation from the weaker.

So if deception is “evil” —— then Illis will know how it works.

I was wondering if it was the world you wanted to create that was deceptive.

Or maybe there are those who work that way and defend themselves like this.

That deception is a painful, necessary evil to protect human society from a world that is truly merciless.

But that kind of deception doesn't work for Illis.

The dark desire that sees through behind it is clearly audible.

I just want someone to take responsibility for it.

If there is anything that can be disputed, come before me.

Before my eyes, as a fusion of two people whose lives have been trampled by the mechanism.

Now, and regain consciousness.

So —— if so, who will be cut off from Yugadir's ideals as “evil”?

Yugadir was not the only one who wished to reconcile the demon with humans at night.

All those who dreamed of his ideals joined him.

Yuga's misfortune was that she had only taken one step and followed that ideal to a viable device.

Yeah, and Iris shakes his head.

I thought you were unhappy.

Likewise, it could not have been unfortunate for Illis as a result of his readiness and decision to become the guardian of those who decided to set up their ideals and assume their responsibilities as those who continued to be trampled on by the social fabric.

As soon as I came to my understanding, my voice echoed behind my brain.

"Most of the hard work in people's worlds comes from troubles. Where to go, what to do, what to believe. Because I don't know, I suffer. - In the world to come, the people have already been saved. from the troubles that are the root of suffering"

Oh, that's a memory that should have been forgotten —— no, it's been the main body that's been waiting for the day of awakening in Illis for a long time.

That's right.

Yes, it was.

Everyone, that's why they're trying to throw the burden, the responsibility, away the "will" at the root of their troubles.

So I am.

He decided to save those who bear that heavy burden, those who stand up to the world as victors.

It was decided that it would serve as a shield behind them and a sign of legitimacy.

Oh, and Illis traces to further understanding.

That's why.

So I asked this man, was it in Yugadir?

But even so --.

"Please, Yuga, Yugadir, do not pour any more on me. Ideals," Negative, "your thoughts --"

His personality as an individual running through the superficial layers of Illis showed his last resistance.

Because accepting the understanding that is now happening within oneself inevitably means nothing more than hostility with a man who has understood the ideals and aspirations of Yugadir, that is, with Ashledau.

He grips the saddle with his trembling hand, shakes his head, and desperately Illis petitions.

But I won't stop connecting with Yuga.

No, it goes much deeper.

How many more times have I allowed him to break in from where I thought I shouldn't accept any more, to how far back?

As a visual expression of the sense of running through the whole body, I can no longer tell you that the goosebumps that run each time are due to disgust.

Iris had never known that feeling a mix was such a horrible thing.

No, that's not accurate.

For a daughter named Irisberda, the mix was always alongside the consciousness of sin.

Since that night of fusion, Iris has been haunted by Ashle's sense of sin for driving her life to madness.

So the only time I could truly feel the mix from the bottom of my heart was in the midst of being tortured by Ashle for that redemption.

However, the feeling that I am now feeling far exceeded it.

From the superficial personality of Iris, it was an inexorable betrayal of Ashledau, and from her own inner body, she could not but rejoice that she was rightly following the process to be followed.

Under the banner of that blue Ikes, the only one allowed to put himself together, Illis hides a body trembling with joy.

Even the part that looks like a saddle. It's Yugadir's flesh, and both legs, his lower belly, are firmly imprisoned by organs reminiscent of his arms.

And whenever Iris shows superficial rejection, it is on the side of Iris' true personality, or nature, that he accepts Yugadir more deeply.

Why, why, and Iris rubs on Yugadir's hard back, crushing like he was floated.

However, the inquiry is no longer an inquiry in protest of the place where you will be held accountable.

"Why, who forced you to be so lonely?"

It's a deep sympathy for Yuga, brought about by transcendent intrusions and connections.

To a man who has become a fiction, trying to stand alone in the irrationality of the world.

The empathy of Illis must not be irrelevant to the death of his grandfather: Gran.

"That's the same for you. Irisberda."

It was a pleasure to return it.

Illis makes me cry.

Driven by love that can no longer be deceived - it's a love that jumped over love, a bigger, stronger love - embraces Yugadir.

Sweet embrace of Iris like that, Yuga says.

"This is the path I have chosen to take. So I don't need pity -- but if there's only one thing I can say to you that I want, please."

Walk, with us.

Save this country.

Drop me off in this world.

Yugadir snapped.

With his fleshy voice like blood.

And the running of Nerd, which I had never experienced before, was poured into Illis.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

At some point, Illis is crying, screaming and swearing in joy.

Save. Give. Lead.

Take you to the place where -- one day I saw the Dream.

To the ideal home.

I won't let you be alone anymore.

Illis feels a strong light on the top of his head.

It is an awakening light emitted from the inside.

Iris is not a human already at this time.

If you dare to speak of it, Illis is the flag bearer (Standard Bearer) who realizes the ideal and has become the flag (Mihada) itself that has already been raised.

What works in the military, what works with them to help with civil engineering, what cooks out —— all of that, that day, I saw.

Save them, and the Virgin will swear to you.

Behold, this kingdom knows no loss.

A passage of Scripture, not knowing who the hell had first spoken it, sounded like a different wave at first, but only when it became a giant wave and roaring, ringing in a world approaching sunset, a great chorus.

In the presence of the Virgin, who sings the psalm with joy.