Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Stop, stop..."

Crying, Eunice begs (cancer).

The voice echoes in a strange cave.

They made me cry.

By what Biel calls "cleansing minds and words" downward processing.

It wasn't Eunice himself that Biel blamed.

I didn't touch one finger.

Instead, when Ledda was assembled, she tore them apart one by one to scorch their clothes.

Of course, Eunice. Because, from the beginning, I didn't accept such humiliation.

The moment I saw the deed, it was the anger and the curse (not so) that burst out of Eunice's throat.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!

But whenever Eunice roared, Biel did it and showed it.

And wait a while.

You know what I mean? You notice? I tilted my neck and showed it with a trick called

At first, he didn't know what it meant, and Eunice cursed Biel even more.

Then the Warcraft shakes his head like he doesn't know.

And for some reason, Leda just pleads (kong cancer) in the same tone that slaves do to their masters.

At last, when I understood what it meant, what covered Ledda's flesh had already become the last piece of cloth.

So Eunice finally understood.

Beautify the words, the meaning of Biel's line.

When Eunice changed her words and begged, Biel stopped and nodded.

As against poorly made students.

I understood how Ledda spoke to Biel in words like a servant to her husband.

Ledda was also taught the same way as she is now.

Wherever it might have passed into that manipulation, I thought and trembled that this monster named Biel had acquired the art of breaking human hearts.

But that was not the end of the shame.

Pale, because Biel told me.

"Next ha, halawata, beautiful two suls," he said.

Biel waited very long for the meaning of the word to penetrate the skin of the two girls like a nasty drug, and then said, "Every time, every time."

You must have figured out from the look of it that the two bloods draw attention.

Biel's grin is somewhere satisfying.

Then I look at Ledda and Eunice, frightened.

Which one of you is going to be pretty first? It was obvious that he was asking.

Keeping him alive, making Harawatta pretty, I mean, that's what it would be.

It would mean flavoring such humiliation.

Even if it was essential as a procedure in the process of being "separated and sutured alive".

Before desecrating life, it was clear that this monster was enjoying acts that degraded his dignity.

Jeridal's demon: Biel expects the fierce grid that will arise between them.

"Beautiful, from me," which offers first?

That's what Biel is asking.

It is a match between a nasty, nasty, but cunning, terrifying intelligence and an ugly sexuality.

Come on, Biel tilted his little neck to prompt.

"Give me!

The two shouted at the same time.

I don't want to.

You can't be here.

But if either one of you had to be humiliated like that - you both had the temperament to think that you were better off taking it.

This would be of beauty as a human being.

Not appearance, more sublime.

And that's what Biel likes.

It is the appearance of a beautiful thing, shamed and demeaned by the choices chosen for its nobility.

"Please take me from me!

"No, Eunice, I, from me!

The two beautiful girls volunteered themselves for enduring humiliation.

No, I even made a petition to show it.

"From me, beautiful!

"Leda, don't! Me, it's from me, Master Biel!

Crying in humiliation, I couldn't stop begging.

They were sheltering each other.

It was caring for the spirit of the other person, but at the same time the carving of the object detection (locating object) engraved on the flesh was conceived of the possibility of exposure.

When it is discovered, I will not consider what judgment this biel warcraft will make.

In the worst case scenario, there is an immediate possibility of obliterating evidence.

For example, kill the two of you.

When that happens, which will be found its engraving first will remain the difference in their probability of survival from each other.

Eunice now felt strongly that Ashle was coming right next door.

Because the feeling of ascertaining myself was rapidly intensifying.

As embraced by my dear man, it was strong and certain.

Maybe Leda's the same.

Because I think so, I may have deliberately attempted to promote and satisfy Biel's revulsive preferences and buy time for them.

No humiliation.

That comes from true elevation.

Very, very rare.

The appearance of man becomes obvious when he is caught up.

That's why I wanted to help Leda.

He was my best friend.

He treated me indefinitely against myself, a much lower status.

And he was also a love rival.

I don't know Ashley, but when Ledda became Cardinal, he broke his heart.

Eunice is the only one who knows the secret.

We are best friends.

That's what we think of each other.

Eunice believed.

If that's the case, Ledda is also desperately giving me a humiliating wish.

You're the only one who won't let you die. That's what I'm ready for.

I don't flavor shame on you alone, with that kind of determination.

As a result, that bloody plea (cancer) saves two lives.

Biel nodded again and again as he was intoxicated by the tearful petition thrown by the two beautiful girls.

manifestation of revulsive sexuality.

It's not just the flesh, but even the mind.

humble sexuality (sausage) that finds pleasure there.

So that he could not choose, Biel let his gaze wander between the two men.

You may choose which one.

I was drunk after a long time making such a luxurious choice.

This meagre amount of time made a definitive difference.

"Mayo."

"No, I don't have time to get lost in you."

To the words thrown suddenly, Biel stripped his fangs reflexively and looked back.

Buckwheat, and the jaw of man cracks, revealing the true nature of the demon, and a horde of sharp and disastrous fangs.

A sparkling spear burst into its mouth as a brilliant (asthmatic) object.

Ashle's spear pierced Biel, whose ugly monster remembers the dark joy, in the appearance of two beautiful girls who seek refuge in each other, and therefore seek to compete.

Jaaaaaaaaaaaa!! and a roar (howling) like his hair burst out of Biel's throat.

A sudden and darkless fear gushed in Ashle's heart, who received the cry from the front.

It is a spiritual attack that becomes the roar (bound voice) of terror that some of the families of warcraft, dragons, and snakes have.

It stirs fear in the other person's mind and calls for panic, causing fainting, worst, shock death in some cases.

Close range, bathed directly from the front. Besides, Ashley showed it endurance.

The two childhood friends, their anger at Biel, who mausoled their hearts, and more importantly their vows as knights to protect Eunice and Ledda, lit a strong flame of courage in Ashle's heart.

Billy and the air tremble, and in Ashle's hand, the spear breaks apart as a particle of light.

The flesh of Biel, who was against him, shall be free.

The spear that just pierced Biel's mouth is not Focus.

Even with the finest steel selected, it's just a spear.

When you pass "spindles" through just tools like that (...), they burn out as conductors at the price of a single activation of an alien energy.

That is the rule of this world.

It's just a tool (...) that's too powerful to withstand the transmission of Chichi.

However, there is a huge difference in conductivity between an excellent tool and just a broken bar.

The power gained is in the wrong digits.

Perhaps that's because the maker's "will" passes there at a stage where he is trained as a tool and polished up over time.

Well, if "Spindle" is truly the manifestation of "After Will," then this is a convincing story.

The same is true of the tools used.

That's how the forged and used steel tips pierced the demonic jaw gate (aftermath).

Biel rambles like crazy.

Amazing, and terrifying vitality.

Even though it's a hassle that definitely caused the wound that reaches its head, brain, it still moves.

Even if you pierce the heart, it strikes you with all your dying power for a very few moments - maybe when it comes to wildlife instincts, but if you take a fatal blow to the head, then this is a different story.

They are warcraft that were created by abominable experiments in the Old World.

No wonder whatever horrible secrets were hidden in that flesh.

"This way, bucket thing!

Ashle screams and directs Biel.

I want to keep the threat (today) away from Eunice and Ledda.

But Biel's vibrating arm exceeds the speed of human reaction.

Gladius is bounced off the pull-out cavalry.

The blade blew up like a leaf of a tree, hitting the floor and making a noise.

So if the orbit hadn't been for it, the current blow would have captured Ashley.

Fly away, take the distance, but they'll be packed in no time.

"Knock."

Ashley was getting caught up in a wild Biel attack reminiscent of a tornado.

Still, I can't throw up that paralytic gas because of the hand wounds in the oral cavity that I made you suffer.

But Biel, literally handy by that wound, rambles around like crazy.

The weapon wants the prey - Ashley truly wants it.

I want a spear.

"Ashley, come on!!

It was almost simultaneous with the frenzying Biel waving his arms down and Eunice screaming.

Biel's knife cleaves Ashley's skin armor like paper.

But now I didn't retreat.

Instead, he put his foot on Biel's arm, which was shaken down.

Take advantage of Biel's move to shake it up again.

Byu, make a noise and Ashle rises to the universe.

Above, Eunice's cry was not warning Biel of the attack.

The prey, the weapon, it was there.

Yes, a bunch of abominable tools that Biel himself has chopped up the victims.

That was what was hanging from a rope strewn like a net's eye on the cave ceiling.

Perhaps that's Biel's device rack.

A giant surgical tool - Ashley grabbed one of them and slammed it to Biel, who could wait under his eyes.

Of course, "After the Will": Maximize the Spindle.

"Destroy it just in case Omae can (...)!! The time has come to clear up the grudges of those who have sacrificed!!

In the hands of a screaming Ashley, evil and distorted, it turned into brilliance - a light to destroy the original owner of evil.