Sanzen no Souru Supina

"My father... Osmahim has changed... he has changed. Ashley, I... what am I supposed to do?

That night Aska told Ashley like every wow.

Skin overlays and is deeply connected to each other.

"Couldn't make it... No, it's been that way for a long time now... Was everything I've done, in vain"

Ashle's conduct would have seemed as if he were a flesh-driven interrogation.

Whenever the manipulation tube is revived, the words that had been enchanted from Asuka's mouth will bring the truth.

Helped by Elma's Spiritual Medicine (Elixir), he breathed out the poison that was planted in his stomach, and it was told.

It is a cry of the mind that reason, position and responsibility could not have gotten in the way and voiced if it had not been this way.

So do it not with words, and Ashle approaches Aska's heart even more.

I will not allow you to surrender.

Ruthlessness is tenderness - and Ashley has already learned that it can happen.

So Asuka is assembled and sneezed with tears, saliva and sweat, he confesses.

The capital of the Osmadra Empire: what happened in Dordraon.

Great Emperor: A glimpse with Osmahim, and about the incident that followed.

"Piasola Daemon: Askariya Imrabetor, Trantrim Attack, Was Really Great"

The words uttered by the Great Emperor: Osmahim against Askah, who droops his head to the earth about three steps from his seat, opens his hands and hands to heaven, and takes his benefactory thanks, were very pale, though they did indeed labor his previous activity.

"The work of the Sand Lion Brigade under the flag is also brilliant. Let's get a reward. Do you have a wish?"

Following your reign, Osmahim said, appreciating the achievements of Aska, who instantly swallowed up Trantrim and his Union, albeit a coalition of small nations.

Formally, it would have looked like a legitimate assessment.

Unless, however, the trantrim is actually not just a small country or something, but an overloaded enclosure with terrible secrets: a 'closed corridor'.

A "closed corridor" is a swirling, so to speak, hell in this world of compulsion that even twists and bends fate.

The overload from there, but also waiting for its depths: survival by destroying Yugadir is no longer even enough praise for heroic behavior.

A level that can be clearly described as a "feat".

Moreover, in the fall of last year, Asuka had recaptured Azrael, even at the expense of his legs, even though he had fought with the Ashlets.

This is an artifact that was supposedly lost from the Arabic community.

The people of Osmadra sprung to a survival play with ten ships, making them generals and causing more than thousands of damage.

But even then it was the celebration that took place, leaving everything to the ministers, and Osmahim sat in the middle of his seat because of his ill health, and did not return.

Words of labor, after all, are predetermined.

It is not a mistake to describe this as a cold treatment.

He didn't want special treatment, even for the reason that he was an actual child, even for Aska.

On the contrary, as a child he was ordered to stay in Harlem and as a girl in the ancient capital.

Maiden of the True Knight: Aska, with Brunfroyde as her mother, is not a human being in the strict sense of the word.

No, even more "the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth": if you are going to borrow the words of Illisberda, it will mean "Akinoko” with the true knight and another inexperienced being - a hybrid.

Suppose my father knew all of that... and I know why he's been neglected and kept away.

I can also understand my mother's death and what happened during it.

If Aska herself had been in her father's shoes, she might have done the same.

I know how that feels, but now it hurts.

At the drifting temple, when he unleashed the "Hiragana" of the Focus, which had been sealed in the Formation Feather (Tabard), and unloaded the Kingdom of Glory to the earth, Aska reunited with her mother after more than a decade of moments.

It's about the day Ashley saved my life.

It was then that I realized that I was taking over my mother's face horribly.

The colour of my skin is of course different from that of my mother.

The colour of the hair is also so different that it is the opposite.

But even in a messy battlefield, Brunfroyde and Aska were mothers and daughters to such an extent that they were convinced that their adult and long-lasting selves clearly inherited the lineage of the "one woman".

How much bitterness did Osmahim taste as a husband when his daughter, who once fell in love and loved each other over the hedges of the race and all obstacles, became more and more alike every day, found out that - as a result of iniquity - it might not be humanity either.

Still, Osmahim, as a monarch, as a knight and, more importantly, as a father, tried to behave as correctly as possible.

Aska thinks, though.

Somewhere, just like reading a draft handed to me by someone. Father: Listening to Osmahim.

My father has changed.

When he was young, he said, he was a monarch who, every time in battle, mingled with the soldiers and became interested in meals, feasts and gambling.

Stand ahead, inspire the soldiers, and throw yourselves in it to know their hearts.

He chooses liquor, and in a beating he bets big and loses big, but at one point he regains big.

If you surround the fire with an instrument and let the story be heard, with a singer enough to turn the soldiers into an audience and light their children's hearts in their eyes.

All of it, in the light of the law of Aram, contradicted this, and the priests frowned, but they did it every now and then.

But that's what Osmahim is, so the soldiers respected and trusted him.

What moves humans is profitable, emotional.

It's not rational.

Osmahim would have naturally sensed that.

In response to the Sand Lion Brigade, which now believes in itself, Asuka feels unconsciously behaving as if she were behaving like a former father told in a story.

But Osmahim, whom Asuka now realistically knows, is someone else.

My father, who had lost his mother and abandoned himself, spent several years out of the palace in disillusionment.

Once again he stood, oddly enough, to resist aggression from the Western world - the Crusades.

But by then, Osmahim, who was no longer known for his exhilarating pleasure, was not there.

He weighed the law and the covenant nonetheless, though he was the perfect monarch for his behavior as a knight.

There were many things that wowed me that my experience with my mother had changed him... but I couldn't believe that was all Aska had.

As early as childhood, Aska had made contact with her father.

In secret, in a very deep place.

In those days my father was very human, even with his grief in the back of his eyes, drifting the smoke of the burning "will" in his body.

Every time I get my head stroked by a big, hot palm, I don't know why, and Aska is a lull.

I understood that was the incense of his "spindle" a long time ago.

Aska respected such a father, even in childhood.

I respected his appearance as one person, even resisting the enormous void that was vacant in his heart.

I should have been.

Fulfilling the adult and sitting in front of him when he went to see it, was a man with cold eyes who looked nothing like Osmahim, whom Asuka knew.

Aska did not believe in the acclaim heard from ambassadors from all over the country that they would have gone through maturity as human beings.

The words of a man sitting as emperor in front of him were indeed intelligent and sensible, but somewhere picturesque, like other personnel... if you can, quote a story drawn by others somewhere, and filled it with whiteness as if his words were just soaking.

Frustrated by distress and a sense of sin, he does not deny himself or the humanity of others and confronts the contradictions of the world--Osmahim, whom Aska knew, was no longer there.

Why, did you feel that way?

There was just a strong sense of discomfort then, and I couldn't get to the reason.

But Asuka knows now.

If you meet the Ashlets and become yourself with a glimpse of the back of the world, then you know who that uncomfortable feeling is that you can't even try to wipe.

Of the total discomfort of the man in front of me right now.

That's why Aska said.

"Your Majesty. My compliments, my pleasure. Extremely. The word that you can get the reward you want, that's all, and this Askariya, all the hard work you've had, has paid off. It's not even impolite enough to ignore the offer because of it. There's only one thing I'd like you to have."

Then...

"At the outset, I would like to give you time with Your Majesty, Askariya thinks. For a moment, I'm not saying. For half an hour... could you give me the moment of my father and my son?"

It was the ministerial corps that coloured Aska, who offered with a smooth mouth.

Especially the changes in the complexion of the ministers cementing their surroundings were dramatic.

Even as an Aska, it has not been folded.

His Highness Askariya is suspected of rebellion.

That's a wasa that's been whispered for a long time.

In the middle of forty years, after Osmahim, a man platter, what ambition is the young prince who has lived as a shader rolling in his breasts?

The artifact of the matter/death of the accuser: does not the recapture of Azrael also mean for that matter?

In fact, what the Great Emperor ordered was the evil god: the expulsion of the Frama, where conveniently there was a suicide: Azrael, etc. … Haven't the prince sniffed around the existence of artifacts for a long time?

The mouthless who stir up such malicious delusions did not turn down after.

"Your Highness... Your Majesty is busy. There is also the matter of heliatium attacks. The reward is something else…"

Osmahim's first minister, Dariol Pasha, advanced and said.

Asuka replied all the more pale.

"That's why I'm willing to give you a little time with Father (...) just before the war."

"But, Master Askariya. Sometimes it's about Sidraq Pasha. Please,"

"I'm talking to my father. Do you understand, Dariol Pasha? Sometimes about Sidlark, if that's the case. Nor do I know when the assassin's murder blade will protrude upon me. Besides, I'd like to at least talk to your father. That's all."

With his head still bowed, Asuka stumbled on the minister who came out of the sidelines.

Dariol Pasha strengthens himself in the Aramaic region by shooting into the blue eyes as a sign of vicious lapis lazuli.

The news of the assassination of Sidraq Pasha was brought about almost at the same time as Aska's entry into the castle.

Sidraq Pasha, who has marched to Trantrim with an army of 5000 to inherit the work of rulers from the Askas, was murdered along with other state representatives at a welcoming ceremony organized by the Union of Small States.

The victims said the top had disappeared completely from their necks and their heads could not be discovered anywhere they looked.

The women with the bedroom (Fushido) testified that they had witnessed the shadow of the Warcrafted Phase with their mouths together, and were wowed that it was the work of the King Barracool party that had once threatened the trantrim.

It should be noted that Aska previously learned from Isma's mouth how Sidlark had asked the Assassination Order of the Spider for Aska.

Sam, this is Sarah's outhouse.

This story, I mean, that's what it is.

"Can you tell (...), Doctor (Lara)"

Aska said intimately to Dariol, who had once served as his own educator.

Sawdust, and Dariol's throat rings.

Because Asuka's eyes weren't laughing.

"Previously, I did the same favor when I discussed the Evil God: Frama, and fulfilled the accusatory death: Azrael recapture. Even then, the fold was bad, and your father was very busy and revealed. Instead, he received a grand feast and festival, and an excessive reward. But for Askariya, the father-child dialogue is better than any gold or silver treasure."

Please, to Asuka begging him to push his already dripping head to the ground, the Great Emperor, called the Knight of the East, slowly narrowed his eyes and then nodded.

"It would be good. Run through the courtyard, some of it."

Before I finish saying yes, Osmahim launches.

After that walk away, Asuka, who rose up slowly, pursued this again to show off his legs of suicide: Azrael.

The ministers, nailed during the sight, knew that the cold aura that lingered on the spot had been released from both Osmahim and Askariya, and could not wipe the sweat on their foreheads, and they trembled.