Sanzen no Souru Supina

Silver Mask of Prediction: Is the English Spirit of Retaliation dispatched by Seraphim Filament an automatic one, or is it due to Archbishop of Catel Island: The Will of Dashkamarier?

You're the only one who can see that.

In response to such a sudden inquiry, Norman has no choice but to remain silent.

Ele overlapped words to chew up the intent of the question.

"As I said earlier, the hands of a paranormal investigation like this one should have extended to the silver mask of prediction: Seraphim filament. It's the legendary Focus that makes the user a real prophet."

Looking to the future--to give thought to the power of its power, close your eyes, and Ele continues.

"It is what the powerful men of time sought in blood. No matter how secret the EXTRAM Pope's Office and the Knights of Catel Hospital may be, it will be that many ambitious people who seek to know the future have explored the truth hidden behind their presence and heritage. I'm not talking about anything other than the Ixophone and Aramaic communities. The human sphere and those who are outside the boundaries you define. Or some of our clan of earthspiders may have such examples, stories of the past... not legends or old stories. It is a stark fact of the present progression. Humans are not the only ones who are exploring and excavating powerful Focus."

I guess so, Ele asks Ashle and Norman with her gaze.

Indeed, and Ashley.

In the basement of the Extrum Pope's Agency, the excavation of the Focus is still ongoing.

In secret, but on a national business scale.

Normans, even for the Knights of Catel Hospital.

The giant Focus that transformed Illis into the “Virgin Mary of the Rebirth”: because that's how Construx is also a relic of the old world that was unearthed.

And the silver mask of Dashkamarier's prophecy: Seraphim Filamento has also been altered (Kazan) in his coming history as a sacred relic of the Ixes, and continues to be secretly handed down as a testament to the Knights Archbishop of Catel Hospital.

What's more, the earthspiders that make up the underground world don't care.

Yeah, and Ele nods at the attitude of the two human men.

"So I'd like to ask... The Silver Mask of Prediction: Whenever someone is showing up trying to find Seraphim Filament, she is... Was Dashkamarier sending in an executor of death who could... shine the English Spirit, as he did now?

What do you mean... what do you mean...

Too much, just face to face and Norman stares back at Ele.

Because it was like being questioned like this.

I was wondering if Dashkamarier had sent a holy assassin whenever he discovered anyone in the way.

Norman, who can swim his gaze at Ele's too direct (darn) inquiry.

My sister, Elma, takes that arm in an attempt to tell her that she can swallow the intent of her sister's question as an emotion as well.

"This is what my sister says. If the user is conscious, they must always inspire the Spindle to activate the Ability, right? Have you ever felt such signs, say? It's a long... long relationship, isn't it?

Norman recalls his journey so far in Elma's words that it must be a long cling.

I put my hand on my chin and showed the face of the idea.

But no matter how much I thought back, I had no idea what Dashka had said or done in the past.

Besides, if it's not Ashley, and if it's a divine punishment right now, Norman doesn't think it's okay for a single human individual to decide whether to give or not.

I'm sure Dashkamarie herself is of the same opinion.

In the first place, it's about "I (I)" God.

I don't think there should be, the Religious Knights man, and I've never felt that kind of darkness from Dashka before.

"No... no. Dashkamarier, whom I know at all, is not the kind of woman who dyes her hands in such a place of work. First, this way is not the fashion of the Knights of Catel Hospital"

"From the front, square. You decided to fight with one hit, didn't you?

Ele confirmed with a voice that made her feel some grudge and then a sense of respect for her straight beliefs.

Norman nodded, not realizing the irony that had been put into his words, and yes.

Plus, keep going.

"Isn't that more of an assassination than just retaliation for it, this? It must not happen."

"Before the former assassin, you're a good joke."

Ashley finally didn't know if Elma's companion was complimenting her or whether she saw Norman's words as insensitive irony.

From Ele and Elma and the clan of earthspiders, it must have felt like there was nothing to assassinate in retaliation for an investigation using divination.

It is Park Min-jin who doesn't even realize that.

Anyway, Norman talked about the evidence to reinforce his theory.

"The decisive thing is the incense of the Spindle. of Dashka. It smells like a deep herbal (herbal) bouquet. But I didn't smell that kind of" will "from that English spirit. Tasteless, odorless" Chichi ". If I may say so - it's close to the overloads. I'm telling you, I'm opposed to the front to destroy the Chisel."

"That's the couple. It's a pleasure. But that's the best line I've ever wanted to hear."

What's this all about?

Norman was decent and Elma had a lit grin.

There's a reason Elma hung up on me.

Paranormal "Hiraki", the source of alien energy: "Spindle" has a user-specific incense.

Of the blue rose, of the ashes, of the charcoal, of the isma, of the norman, of the sea breeze across the grassy meadow, and of the ashle, they smell of boiling steel.

It is felt when it is like a body odor and conducts the "spindle" or stands up for the excitement of big moves nearby.

It's personal and unique information you don't know unless it's intimate (...) patterns enough to swear revenge on your comrades, best friends, lovers and couples, if not.

Because it means that the mind is so thin that the thoughts touch each other's skin.

If it makes sense that Norman had Dashka's way through it, and there was no incense of the Spindle, it could be considered fairly conclusive evidence.

It's an unconscious Norman word, so be it.

"Hmm, so I figured maybe I could conclude that earlier was automatic retaliation. A dwarf (covite) mask, played Ashle's chosen pearl (...) in the final phase of fortune telling. That wasn't an indication of Dashka, it was a silver mask of prediction that was only Focus: Seraphim Filamento, sir."

Izma, who was fishing for the divination tools that couldn't kill off the retaliatory "Hiroshi" and became black burnt, picks it up when it was consumed.

From beside what I'm saying, anything that was a dwarf (Kobito) mask has returned to Chile.

Oh, oh, and a bar-reading scream leaks out of Isma's mouth.

Huh, and one sigh.

"Well, there's no doubt only that the results of the earlier divination were fleshy in the footsteps of the" Virgin Mary of the Rebirth ”. Despite the uninterrupted retaliation, we were able to prove the connection between Seraphim Filament and the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth."

Yeah, yeah, and Isma shaking her head vertically big.

I should have been able to eliminate one great concern, for now, but there is something about that attitude that is somehow lame.

"With that in mind, I also got something near limitless certainty that Dashka wasn't directly involved in retaliation."

I didn't think I'd be able to do it so thoroughly. Oh.

Isma summons at all costs.

Ashle is later informed of the reason for this by converting it into an amount, which will jump up.

Because the total amount of fortune-telling tools lost was inadvertently comparable to the cost of a small country's castle.

But there were times when he just made a dangerous and huge investment.

It meant something, come on.

And it's not Izma what that meant, it's revealed from Zion's mouth.

"If so, the last time you were in contact was on a scale, like a beautiful, empty, opal"

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This one explores the complete memory of the Night Devil.

It was difficult to physically reproduce the process of divination by the invasion of the English Spirit, but everything is written in Zion's head.

Oh, that's it! And what kind of ear satire, Isma, who heard the crush, digs through the wreckage of divination tools at great speed.

Then I found it.

Give me a pale giant scale.

This is the only thing that remained without burning, despite the powerful energy conduction.

"There it is. Here it is, scales! Safe! Yattaneh!! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

I dug it. I take it overhead and flip it.

Go away. Oh, oh, this. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, with a call.

I don't know if I should be happy with the safety of a product that was expensive by jumping through some of the divination tools, or if I should be able to (own it) the tons of things that it indicates.

If this dragon scale is the last thing I touched, what the hell does it show?

It was a mistake, Isma grabbed the scales and shivered as she prayed, but Zion's memory is complete.

It's a hard fact to move.

And Ashley, who can't swallow things, eats up there.

"Well, then, maybe Illis has something to do with dragons right now"

Ashle asked Isma, who repeatedly moves like a toy for children who fall down in too much shock to get up.

"At the end of the day, I played the pearl... it's nothing to do with anything... oh my god. Where's the dragon? Ah... right. Oh, you're not, not good on the ground. It's a pain in the ass. Ahhh."

Then, Iris - “The Virgin of the Rebirth” - stood there and colored Ashle on his ass, and Isma, who rose up and answered, flipped again.