Sanzen no Souru Supina

When I woke up, I was chained to both hands and legs.

No, on the contrary, Eunice noticed that the thick rings and chains were attached to her own neck, as if it were livestock.

It would be the effect of the inhaled gas. I can't determine my vision well.

If we finally figure out what's going on, there's a bunch of rocks sticking out around us like piles.

It was an odd place.

There was heterogeneous brightness and smell.

White brightness is oddly emanating not from the ceiling, but from the time of ore growing on the floor.

Rather than an unclean smell, something had filled the place with a smell reminiscent of the drug.

He manages to wake up his heavy head and eyelids. Eunice looks around.

Chains and collars were tied to the surrounding stone columns.

Tools to keep livestock tied up waiting for slaughter.

Eunice has that impression.

The feeling is almost right.

Except for the condition that it's just one thing, not to kill.

Eunice thus found Ledda tied to one of its pillars.

I was safe.

Disturbance in my clothes, I wasn't seen, I just, I guess I messed up, I saw bruises on my wrists and ankles.

Crying eyes.

There are tear marks on your cheeks.

Eunice laughs bitterly when she thinks of the naked, radiant childhood friend she has felt once again in the last few days, making sure she had stainless skin but was scratched.

The shackles tied together were, politely, golden.

The surface has been removed and polished to avoid damaging the prey.

Consideration of not damaging the collection.

Otherwise, Leda's wrists and ankles would have been covered in abrasions.

Goosebumps appeared as a precaution to the point of obstinacy (persistence), coming from a place distinctly different from tenderness.

"Leda."

Eunice called in a whisper.

I have a reaction for the third time.

Yeah, and after a small roar, Leda woke up.

"Eunice."

"Are you all right?

Eunice asked once brightly.

I don't know how much time has passed since then, but it's okay, it's still alive.

"I am.... but"

Eunice looked at the situation with a mouthful of Ledda.

He wondered what kind of emotional distress Jeridal's demons inflicted on Ledda.

While I was unconscious, I thought about what kind of sight Ledda had been shown.

Otherwise, there is no way that Leda, so calmly deposited, could be so raging as to leave a bruise in his own flesh?

"I'm sorry."

"I am the one. I couldn't do anything."

That's what Leda said. She bit her lip.

As long as I have the "one or the other" of the Spindle, that kind of movement of mind will be conveyed.

Eunice grasped reality with Ledda's gaze that seemed painful.

I was almost naked.

The armor he was wearing was grated, and the clothes, glancing at one piece, were all stripped away.

Perhaps Ledda was shown in front of her when the unconscious Eunice was stripped of her clothes.

No, I'm sure you will.

"It's a die-job, about as much clothes as a die-job"

Laughing at her temperament, Eunice said.

I was trying to relieve Ledda's heartache.

"Die job?"

But an uncomfortable voice, including the straw, that came down from above, watered it.

Eunice looks up over her head like she's been played.

There was a demon. "Straw."

He wrapped around clothes like nobility.

It is also a four-legged demon, with a long tail with arrowy thorns at the tip.

He even received a crown at the top of his head.

More than anything else, the scary thing was that its face was so beautiful that tremors came.

Before Eunice lost consciousness, she did, indeed, look at this look (yes, yes) (yes).

"Man...... Ticora"

The name of the warcraft, spoken of in the old inheritance, spilled from Eunice's lips.

It is an evil species classified in the category of Warcraft.

Highly intelligent, solves human language, but its sexuality (sausage) is extremely evil.

Behind the old ruins, the labyrinth was transformed into a labyrinth.

Jeridal's demon = his true Manticola appeared so magnificent, Eunice and Leda, in front of him, as he was told in his inheritance.

He's the demon of Jeridal.

"Chigau. Bi, e, l. Biel."

From the trembling beauty, there was a chirping, squeaky old woman's voice.

Chick, and wave your fingers up so Eunice can make a right.

Name = Biel.

Eunice understood what that meant.

And the demon-Biel also guessed what Eunice understood, and said.

But he froze Eunice and Ledda.

Anyway, it wasn't the mouth of beauty that made me laugh.

The part that hit the chin ripped open and took a chuckling snail.

Otherwise, Biel's beauty is nothing more than a mask made of fiction.

Maybe that's one of the victims, that death mask.

It's not a simulation, it's a reproduction, but a stripped object itself. No, I'm sure it is.

"Safe Shiro. Biel, Materials, Scratches Tukenai"

His real mouth under his chin moved faintly like ventriloquism, and Biel spoke.

It smells sweet from exhalation.

"Omaetachi, the highest no material. Biel, supreme no craftsman. Relief, Shilo"

What do you want me to feel safe about?

Forced to hold on to his heart, which was about to explode into fear and confusion, Eunice stared at the monster.

I don't understand what he's saying at all, but there's only one thing I can assure you.

It means that the sex of this bucket is extraordinary evil.

It's unimaginable to mankind.

And Eunice trembled again, imagining where that evil would shake upon herself and Ledda from now on.

That's why... in order to survive, we have to buy time to survive safely.

At that time, I also felt strongly about Ashle's scanning (scanning).

The feeling of Ashley running all over his body is proof that he is now desperate to come after us.

It won't take a moment, and you should be able to find me here.

And it fights this demon.

When it comes to what Eunice can do, all she has to do is give her accurate and accurate information.

When it comes to protection that can be made into a shackled and shackled Eunice, that's all I have.

So I have to observe.

You must also know that it is horrible.

Warcraft ─ Manticola: About Biel's sexuality.

Wider, deeper, more precise.

This World (Lemur): In the Worlds End, a Warcraft is the enemy of mankind that is counted among the eleven families of demons. Even in the family of demons whose horrible aliens and aliens twitched, the Warcraft was peculiar.

There are numerous beings categorized as Warcraft in terms of inheritance such as Manticola, Chimera and Scylla, but in fact they are all only "individuals" and not races in the exact sense.

In other words, each individual is an independent organism.

Taxonomic, outward-looking characteristics, can be grouped into some categories, but nothing has been taken over as a species.

No parents, no children.

It is unclear how to reproduce and survive the species.

The most powerful theory today is that they were once created by experiments in the Old World where hair appeared to be the same - mixing a large number of species, pinching them, joining them, trying to create paranormal beings.

It seemed to Eunice, as though that was not a mistake, though.

And there was a treacherous beauty in the reclining Biel.

There was a treacherous, debaucherous, and evil, but certainly an eye-catching moment of gravity.

If you like, don't let the superb “evil” fascinate you.

So that vices like stealing, killing, and fornication cannot be driven out of this world.

“Evil” charisma, but what should I say?

That's what Biel had in place.

And as I saw through Eunice's heart like that, in a graceful move, Biel danced through the universe and came down.

Then Eunice saw the testimony of a woman from among the garments that rose.

But that of a man, too.

Like that death mask, it didn't make any sense to them, though.

Coming down in front of Eunice without a sound, Biel brings his face closer.

So much so that I could touch it.

Eunice tried to turn away unintentionally, but she couldn't.

Because Biel's forelimbs captured his heel, and they did not allow it.

"Omae, yi, doll nal. Meishik, Totally Na Puppet Nal"

To the words, Eunice grew gross.

Dolls (...)!

In one of these things, Eunice understood the meaning of her daughters' carcasses, the joined flesh.

In the flesh of his daughters and children, this Biel has a crazy sexuality of selecting, cutting, suturing and creating dolls of his choice.

Yes, it's like patchwork.

Just as skilled craftsmen produce exquisite spherical articulation dolls.

However, hold the material in the flesh of a human being.

As soon as possible, Eunice was throwing up.

Oh, and Biel raises his voice.

Oh, we need to process it downstairs.

"Imakara, Omaetachi, Kirainisul"

Pale, Biel told him, and from now on, he took out an apparatus that obviously only seemed to be a torture apparatus.

If you look closely, the ceilings of this strange place were hung with countless pieces of apparatus.

In other words, this unusual space is Biel's workshop. Here, Biel was taking over his daughters.

"Bullshit, don't do it"

"Fuzakel?"

Biel responded to Eunice's words as she squeezed herself out while vomiting.

"Souka, Omae, Sleep Tata. Harawata, Kirainisul Pre-D, Mind (...) T Word (...), Kiraini, Sul"

I noticed something good.

That's how Biel nods.

Then, leave Eunice.

Head to Reda.

Once again, when I look back, I say, "Nitari," again.

Totally on the sunset meadow, Ashley runs across to her beloved horse: Vitrion.

If you reach out, won't you be touched, the big night of the moon.

In just one ride.

As the Cardinal and his escort's female squire stepped into the woods to hunt down Jeridal's demons, they were not returned.

The news shook the Cardinal's residence.

Tomorrow morning, the villages will receive the report, which will be a huge fuss.

No, maybe there 'll be mountain hunting all night.

But Ashley was taking action much earlier than the arrival of that news.

I couldn't afford to be in a team.

Because the alien power of object detection (locate object) was clarity about Eunice and Leda, the two positions and the trapped (cuckoo).

Spears on leather armor, handcuffing his favorite cavalry gladius, jumped onto the saddle and continued to follow Eunice and Ledda's trail of searching only to be projected into his eyes.

And what we arrived at was the old Tsuka.

In other words, it is an ancient king, or the tomb of a lavish family.

However, this place has been the subject of many demonic searches.

And yet, why, Ashley was surprised, but the mystery was solved quickly.

Genius of refusal of recognition (rejection).

That had been worked out in various places.

It would not have been possible to find any "spindle capable person" without the help of direct exploratory abnormalities, such as object detection (locating objects).

Ashle trembled when she found a staircase to the basement in the shadow of a stone pillar that fell and folded off the (crumbed) tsunami. Right here.

It's where demons live, he said.

Putting up his pistol without alarm, Ashle stepped in.