Sanzen no Souru Supina

"─ Huh!!

Finally, Leda screamed a deep 'twist'.

So the dream awakens.

But the scream is real.

The aftermath made Leda realize it.

If it sounded like a samurai, I would, but for example Operation Maid, I'm offering them a vacation.

Especially tonight, it's a celebration of the exorcism of the Warcraft, and the nearby city is a festival.

What's wrong with them returning home will be around noon and after their afternoon sleep.

During the double doors, which not only means cold-proof but also soundproofing, the waiting space for the squire there is also unpopular.

Look, and Leda breathed.

If anybody had listened to that scream, I'd have to blade myself.

I was sweating a good night's sleep.

No, that's not all, really.

It was irrevocably lukewarm.

The customer felt painful.

A large leaning full moon is throwing light out of the gap in the curtain.

Until dawn, there's not a moment left.

She took off her sweaty, clinging nightgown, untied her underwear, and Leda weaved her gown.

I dare not close before.

In the light of the moonlight, to be sure.

Engraving pressed on the ashle.

And breathtaking.

Do you even see it in hallucinations?

No, it wasn't.

That was stupid.

Like a snake wrapped around a tunnel.

Or, like a crawling bug.

while emitting phosphorescence.

Yes, this was the owner's seal: the side effect of using intake on living things, its essence.

Saint Knight (Paladin): Ashledau returned the intake to its original owner, Leda, on his return.

Leda accepted that too.

A natural exchange.

That was supposed to happen.

But it is only an interaction in the social sense of humanity.

Owner's Seal: The intake body does not recognize the true master and Reda.

By means of personal conformity (personalization), as the true owner of the Focus, it was only Ashle who was recognized in the tool (...).

So the tools were angry (...).

That the true owner must own himself.

This is a phenomenon rarely seen in powerful sacred relics and Focus, but it is a fierce rejection of unqualified people.

Something that glows like a warning and, if you can't touch it, eats electric shock.

What stretches out a sharp blade and punishes a disrespectful man.

Or something that snatches away your liveliness at leisure.

Rejecting non-conforming users, even if not so radical, was also a hallmark of Focus.

And the seal of the owner: intake is no exception.

He threatened Ledda with "possession" to return it to its original owner soon.

But Leda, who hasn't been deeply involved in Focus, doesn't know what's going on there.

If the Holy Relics Management Division had been consulted, the reasons would have been obvious.

This time, however, the requests and measures entrusted by Leda to Ashley are only private.

Whatever Pope this is his uncle: Majest VI, if he were exposed to the Cardinals, he would not know what kind of tiredness would befall Ashle and his doorstep, the Balaje family.

However, already, that's why Leda thought the only person she could talk to was Ashley.

It is also true that the remainder of the interrogation throughout the body was stirred up.

Ledda literally found out all over himself.

how much I liked Ashley myself.

In his dreams, Ashley asks for secrets: Ledda's heart, her pushy desires, and The Nerd itself.

It's a co you shouldn't, you might be despised.

She's a mundane daughter, and she might get spooked.

For the most part, it was considered a whore's shake in this era, such as visiting a man from a woman.

My status, my honor, my dignity... I am about to forsake it.

But still.

Even in exchange for everything.

I decided to confess.

If I noticed, I was running out into the hallway without a candlestick either.

I head to Ashley's bedroom for a small run where the carpet (carpet) was pulled, without worrying about the mess of clothing.

The last piece of moonlight illuminates the hand that goes through the window.

Ledda rushed to her own mansion, where she knew she was on her own, driven by impulses.

Alone in a gown.

Because there's nothing left to lose.

How long has it been since I let myself be passionate?

That's probably since Ashley, who was about to wake up to the Spindle Talent at a young age, developed a high fever in that trial and wandered the border between life and death.

Leda confessed to Eunice, who continued to accompany her in nursing.

I thought I'd love Ashley.

If Eunice was in tears, and she hadn't stopped, she'd have moved on to execution.

It wasn't just a confession, it really should have given everything and been Ashley's companion.

But that's when Ledda realized.

Best friend to think of Ashle: to Eunice's heart.

To her heart, who has loved one boy on a fling, knowing he would never be rewarded because of his identity difference.

So I pretended to be persuaded and pulled myself back.

But... after the month, when I grew up, I knew.

Leda thinks.

There is a much more attentive way of doing things.

If I have become a righteous wife, let Eunice be surrounded by a concubine.

If it is Eunice, I may share Ashley.

Yeah, that's just a worldly thing to do, every night.

If it's Eunice, it doesn't matter at all.

Rather, I'm happy.

I don't feel regret.

Because I finally realized how I felt.

One day, like a dream story told with the impetus of the intoxication brought about by wine.

How did Ledda know then that the readiness would make fate decisive?

Oh, if the timing is, uh, off.

If Leda had moved the amount of time she had spent on confirmation and thought into action, fate would have rolled another way.

It was the moment she tried to reach Ashley's room.

At the corner of the hallway, I thought I saw a light.

No, that wasn't an illusion.

Unexpectedly Leda dived herself into the shadow of the pillar.

That light, because I instantly figured out who was walking around illuminating my surroundings with candlesticks.

The servants are paying for it tonight.

If so, isn't there only one more?

Isn't it up to Eunice?

After all, it was Eunice who weaved his coat that was revealed in the light of beeswax.

The reason for this was immediately convincing even to Leda, who at first found the combination odd: a coat indoors.

Same, with myself.

I've come to dedicate myself to Ashley.

Self.

That's right. In the moment Leda came to think of it, Eunice was knocking on Ashle's room door.

Beat twice, wait for the scratch.

When he tried to ring the third time, the door was opened, and an ashle was revealed.

And here's what I said.

"I thought you were coming"

"I am sorry - I am a noble servant of the Holy Knight"

Leda was shocked by Ashle's attitude, which did not surprise her as if she had met, but rather very naturally brought Eunice into her room.

'Cause in Array... wasn't that the math for accepting Eunice's night crawl?

If I had acted as well - I'm sure I'd be confused first, preaching, and then finally...

Ledda felt a dark flame suddenly blowing up for no reason.

Sneak the footsteps and proceed to the front of the room.

The lights are leaking from the keyhole.

Bending over, Leda peeks.

Decisive facts, the truth that has been hidden.

The candlelight didn't rely too much on overwhelming darkness, but on the contrary, it reflected everything beautifully and cruelly, fantastically and picturesque - everything.

Ashley's relationship with Eunice.

My childhood friend there was such a beautiful daughter that Redamaria didn't know.

Call upon the name of your beloved man, turn back, and swear a devotional servant of perpetual robbery.

Like prayer.

With the severity that makes you even feel sanctified.

My childhood friend there was a tough young man who didn't know Redamaria.

Upon his request, he was one man who lay a beautiful maiden and reigned as his master.

In a majestic voice, if commanded, the ordained maiden obeys with a joyful expression.

It was such an overwhelmingly beautiful relationship that the words and arguments of humanity, morality, etc. faded away.

A relationship stripped of all deception and deception - - Redamaria weeps, knowing she shouldn't, but she can't turn a blind eye for a moment.

Hold down the whimper with your left hand and hold down the gown's eye contact with your right hand.

And finally, when it was, I couldn't stand it, and I ran out.

He fled back to his room.

Even if it was a sad love that could not walk through the sun's light - a mix that could have been tied (...) Lovers don't even notice.

I buried my face in the pillow and cried.

sloppy, the first accusatory words spat Leda's mouth.

Eunice, it's sloppy.

This isn't the first time the two of you have a relationship at all tonight.

Because, as if we'd always been together, the two of them were in agreement.

It's like a user accompanied for years and a famous violin used in.

It's not just the flesh.

My heart.

It's all about each other.

Really, Leda must be congratulated on that.

As my best friend.

As a priest.

As one of the spiritual backbone cardinals of all Ixists.

Yet black feelings gush like old oil, and even more so, it burns up a faint flame.

Why didn't you two reveal it to me?

No, it's Eunice I can't forgive.

I didn't just keep quiet.

Didn't you preach to me?

He told me to give up my love affair with Ashley and go for the Pope.

I wanted to make it possible for a co like you to accomplish love for you!

So I, so I have endured! ─ ─ Yet!

Leda pushes and kills the scream and hits the pillow.

Handle your thoughts on Ashley for losing her place, with your own fingers.

That's how you lose consciousness at its end.

At the end of the day, I dreamed again.

It's that dream.

Owner's Seal: It's a nightmare the intake shows.

However, the content had changed so much.

More radical, more gloomy.

But that's good.

This is what I wanted Ashle to do, but it was playfully, amplified and reflected.

Ashley there is more ruthless, cruel and cunning than Ashley for Eunice.

As if, a harsh (Shingen) and ruthless king (...).

The question to be bumped was much more specific and deadly with sword swallowing than earlier.

There was no mercy for the interrogation to be made.

Leda was thoroughly poked at a weakness she didn't even know herself.

I can't wait to see that. I'm happy.

Leda knew that being trampled hard was "confirmable" when it was strongly owned.

I also need ideas on how to step on it, okay?

And that last question... it's the same.

When I answered, I knew it was over.

So delay the answer as much as possible.

Even if I answer, it's deliberate.

'Cause if I don't, I'm gonna have to say goodbye to Ashley.

We have to face the other, real, Eunice Ashle (...).

Every time she asks back a question, Leda is terribly reminded of how much she has liked Ashley.

As pinned and tagged by the flesh, clearly, from anyone's eyes.

And now, I can't help it, I scream.

With a wet look in tears and saliva, I beg you, please, and beg (cancer).

I want absolute domination.

But if you wake up, it's in your bedroom.

The crazier it is, the more flesh and mind, the more I seek Ashley.

Good afternoon, and it was then that I heard a knocker slap.

Sleeping sweat, tears and saliva made everything stick to the bed.

loose, and Leda pulls her wet body off the bed.

I thought there might be mucus and noise, but it was delusional.

I know who the Lord of Knock is.

"Go ahead," he answers.

"Leda... uh, it's time to serve you today"

I was revealed diving through a double door, my best friend sending me the same smile.

"I'm sorry...... I kind of fell asleep"

I knew it on my own. Somehow, I walked into the bedroom without feeling awkward, turning my back on Eunice as she opened the curtain, Leda said.

"It's unusual for Leda to be a sleeper"

"I had a scary dream."

To Ledda's confession, Eunice solidifies for a moment.

Imagine how cold that voice was and what Leda dreamed of seeing.

"Could it be that he's... Jeridal's demonic dream?

"Really? I've been bullied."

That made me sweat badly.

I want to take a bath.

Eunice picks up Ledda's grunt like that.

"So, shall we take a bath first?

"Thank you."

"Bullshit, Ashley's still, sober! You're sweating!

"Eunice looks like she's taken a bath."

Ledda says, seeing through Eunice's condition, even though he hasn't had a single glance.

"Oh, did I find out? Oh, my God, I'm scared of dreaming."

"Murray, after what happened. I wanted to jump up and go to Ashley."

Saying, smiling, that's when finally, Reda looked at Eunice.

Put tears in your eyes.

"Reda?! What's wrong?! Did you find out?!

"No, Eunice. I knew you loved me."

What's wrong, Ledda?

Ledda leaned her neck and responded to Eunice as she rushed over to bed unquestionably to show her best friend was safe.

Tears.

"What's going on? What's the matter with you? Leda?"

"Yeah... it's nothing. I'm sorry. Let go, Eunice?

"What? Why are you crying? Why, Leda apologizes?

"I thought I was dirty. But please, forgive me. At least, just dreaming."

"Ugh, yeah?

Eunice is just baffled by Reda crying and smiling at self-completion.

But I only know that Ledda is frightened of something, and that she is frustrated by the consciousness of sin.

"Are you kidding?"

"Yeah."

"Shall we take a bath? Sleeping sweat. Sleeping sweat?

"Yeah."

"Make it pretty, huh?

"Yeah... hey, Eunice?

"Yeah?"

"Forgive me if I ask Ashley to clean my heart, okay?

Eunice looks strange because she doesn't understand the meaning of the inquiry.

But they're best friends.

I was convinced, perhaps, that when a nightmare struck me like tonight, they were telling me to allow me to think of Ashley as a knight who would help me.

Without thinking that it is an interpretation that is unlimited to the right answer but very convenient for itself.

You two get together and head for the hot tub.

But I don't.

Even our leda.

With this day on the border, every night, no, if you fall asleep, it is bound that the girl who was to dream of the ideal ruler will be doomed to shoot the Pope's throne in any coincidence, in the near future.

And that the day before that election, she would get the "way of realizing the ideal" she thought.

A huge and irrevocable paradigm shift will be triggered by detonating thoughts softened within a daughter named Ledamaria and using the poured Nerd as an explosive.

Geez, and there's a sound of chains winding up somewhere.

It's a prelude to a frenzied storm named Times just before it blows off to stir people up.

It's called turmoil, mingling.

It's a ruined fetus movement.

And the world is turning into a fierce (why not).

Fuck Him (Zero): "Jeridal's Demon" & Extra Order