Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Snow, you shouldn't be here. You said so much about kids not to watch... you were watching, weren't you?

In a voice that made me feel like I was giving up somewhere, the man said.

Snow is alone for some reason, in a strange place, with his hands and feet tied to thick chains.

Lied down, deprived of the art of resisting.

Even though it's not cold, I can't stop shivering.

My whole body is hot, even though I can't stop trembling.

This is an interrogation.

Usual.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it!

Reflective denial speaks.

A man sighed.

"And then I can't believe you're lying"

I was spotted.

Yes, it was.

It was a lie.

Snow has seen it.

But there's no way you can say that.

Like I spotted Snow's grid like that, the man said.

"I can't let you go until you're honest"

Damn it, one more time.

It makes me feel comfortable assembling Snow.

I felt a fever.

Smells like boiling steel.

Exhalation falls on the stripping neck muscle.

Snow becomes aware that he only holds a small amount of thin silk right now.

My fingers touch.

That's the only shock that runs through your whole body as if you were being flushed with current.

If it was a physiological aversion, how much would have been saved.

The heartbeat strikes the early bell and breathes faster.

The man responds to Snow's reaction, releasing the finger he was touching.

Then you say it just a short distance away.

"I think you need honesty."

I whisper in my ear.

The man just nodded in words, but Snow's eyes get all moist.

Tremors running all over your body can already be called cramps (convulsions).

"Why, why, like this... like this"

Snow's words, caught up, are already wet.

"Why are you doing such a terrible thing?"

Snow already knows that his complaint is disjointed.

The man hasn't done anything yet (...).

"I can't be honest, you look very painful"

A man says in a brutally gentle voice.

Suggest.

If you don't mind.

"Can I help?"

And laugh.

Dull, and mean.

"It's terrible, it's terrible - so much, so much, it's not you, ah, it's not your fault"

"My, what is it?

That's it, and the man laughed again.

"That's another thing."

But backwards.

That, Snow trembles.

Afraid they'll say it.

I was wondering if they would say the most troubling things right now.

And as fearful as that is, the man says:

"But you have to ask your permission to be honest with yourself. I can't force myself, girls."

Snow's throat squeaks as he can't stand the man's words.

Can't you answer that?

A man asks.

"That's sloppy, Snow. I don't think I can be very helpful... if I'm allowed to be honest"

In a man's words, Snow makes it hard to imagine that there shouldn't be.

I shudder, my hands and feet tremble, and goosebumps run all over my body.

"Just snort, fine. Special."

You just shook your head vertically as a blur.

You can do that.

A man's whisper is a devilish temptation.

There's no way I can stand this.

Without being honest, there's no way I can stay.

So I realized, Snow, Snow said,

"─ Damn!

Screaming, Snow jumped up.

The surroundings are dark.

I can't figure out if this place is real or if it's a continuation of my dreams.

However, because of the unique damp air and the smell of no escape, I can recognize that this is where the ship is.

"Oh, that dream again..."

Snow shrugged as he held down his heart hitting the early bell with the momentum that was about to pop out of his mouth.

It's a dream I've had every time I've slept for the past few days.

A dream where a stranger deprives me of my freedom and threatens me to speak my heart out.

No, I already know who the other guy is.

Of course, you have the nerve to blackmail Snow on the guy... no, I also know he's not the owner of that kind of sexual roots.

I just don't want to admit it.

"No, no. I'm just going to see if he takes responsibility properly. There's no way you can forgive us for ravaging our country and attacking another city next! There's no way you can forgive me! So, so, watch it!

Snow now manages to stay sane by defining the identity of the indelible pain in the back of his chest that strikes him every time he wakes up.

I've managed to get this far by re-endorsing my own principles of behavior every day.

In other words, we are talking about how I can only become a stowaway.

And from over the head of the stowaway, a woman says in a voice that is like a flash, but contains a grin somewhere.

"Sounds a lot painful, but... are you sure you're okay? And then... it kind of smells like a beast here. I don't know, you smell. Was Mr. Snow this kind of wild smell?

If I looked up as if I had been bounced, the pale phosphorescence came down as a belt.

Snow could admit the look of a woman with a cheek wand and a bitter smile on her face.

Dressed in a strange exotic witch outfit, sitting back on a pile of loads and smiling is the earthspider princess witch who could be anybody else: Elma.

"Chi, no! And, no, it's not painful!

I feel like I've been treated like a child by Elma's voice that I notice, and Snow argues.

"I hope so. Since that night, there has been something wrong. Mr. Snow, you really don't drink alcohol with couscous, do you?

Elma asked how many times it would be already.

That evening, Elma adopted a very conscientious method for the earthspider as a prototype of a fairy (elf) who makes unsharpened pranks in the gaga of the human area.

It is to make Asuka spit out the true meaning that she was able to push under her smile.

I mixed the shackles of my heart with grape wine, not for meals, in order to exclude the snow present.

Suggestion, Snow was swept away by Ashle, a conscientious man, but things should have progressed according to Elma's paintings, without being enlightened of intent except for Athelui, who is an accomplice anyway.

It was.

"Hey, how many times, that question! of, you're not drinking!

"But... since that night, Mr. Snow, it's going to be a lot of pain."

"This is, that's it, hey, I'm not feeling well! Yeah, I got drunk on the boat. Phew, seasickness. Seasickness!"

Elma laughs perfectly at Snow's excuse for being bitter, too bitter.

Then, as of that night, only Elma had noticed the modulation of Snow.

Rather than, I had totally witnessed even where I would steal and drink.

But I didn't stop, I didn't blame.

I might have been angry enough to get hot air out of my head around Ashley and Norman, but that's a spider woman there.

I wondered what I would do.

On the contrary, it is Elma, who was even willing to cooperate if he crawled into the night on the man of his heart.

And Snow's subsequent action was boldness to go above Elma's expectations.

How dare you go to a direct trial the next morning?

To whom?

To Ashley.

Take yourself to Heliatium, too.

He said to accompany him.

Of course, Ashley dismissed this immediately.

It would be a natural decision.

Now, where is the kind of man who would take a girl who is not a "spindler" to a place where 200,000 large armies try to push it over, too, with the latest artillery?

I said hello.

He doesn't want Snow to be involved in this as much as possible in the future.

It is sincere.

However, Snow's reaction to the opposite was dramatic.

It took me so long to eat it.

"You did it, didn't you?".

In other words, even if it was a false production that had soaked the trantrim until then - it was Ashle who destroyed the peace and reminded me of the dream (...).

"I have a duty to see what you are trying to do and how you live!

I see, the reason for this is right.

However, Ashley rarely broke off to Snow, who screwed up a very unacceptable reason.

Grab her shoulders in a harsh tone.

"If you want to make me a bad guy, then so be it. Actually, I'm already a scoundrel. That's no choice, and it's a legitimate assessment. But"

But you have to live... to live the future.

I couldn't say anything back to Ashle, who peeks straight into her emerald-colored eyes and says, instead, she tided her face so red that she could see beside her, and Snow ran away.

"This will do."

Things converged, you thought.

Ashley shrugged and went back to get ready to leave.

It was sweet.

Yes, there was no convergence at all.

Interesting thing happened, I thought maybe it was just Elma in a line.

Snow set up a smuggling operation that night.

She is a tremendous pigsty daughter.

Elma put out a helpship for such a blurry solo covert operation.

"As Ashley said during the day, I am on the side of the maiden in love."

"I'm not in love!

"Shh, shh, shh. Whatever you want. This is the time, where you are and when you die, you die. If you don't at least live the way you want, it's a loss."

"Wow, I just don't like being ruled by the armies of Alam! You screwed up our country, so he's obliged to take responsibility!

"... being strong"

"What is it?!

"No, nothing."

And well, that's why Snow's smuggler life began, getting an accomplice named Elma.

The sailing journey lasts a few days.

Due to the nature of the special assignment, only the end point, Heliatium, is the ship's port of call.

Snow seemed to think that the more impossible it was to take it back, the more he could do anything else if he went offshore.

The plot was almost intended to succeed, also with the help of the earthspider princess witch.

But...

It was too sweet to estimate the action of the example.

It was too late when I realized it.

I feel that the effect is increasing rather than diminishing.

Snow has no idea what to do anymore.

And it was the finest show for Elma, a woman of earthspiders, when the daughter of a mighty half-night demon (half-blood) is bored by hard to admit thoughts.

"Well, if Mr. Snow says he's seasick, I'm sure he is"

On the luggage, Elma said, preparing a knitting basket with today's share of the slip in it.

"So this is solitary. That day, you'll be the honest one I prescribed. It penetrates quickly, both orally and from the skin, and continuously acts on the flesh. And it expands and creates new pathways to convey the mind (...) of the affected place."

So,

"If you don't get your thoughts right after you take it, or if you don't take the antidote... it's going to be irrevocable. My heart is blown away."

Elma shrugged as she tied the rope to the basket and lowered it.

Bikun, he bites off laughter with a jumping snow on his side.

After all, Snow couldn't afford to pay more attention to the look on Elma's face like that.

"Ugh, shit."

"I'm not lying. 'Cause that's what they did to me."

Until Elma's past as a murderer of earthspiders, Snow has been so little informed.

But it was Elma who scratched the eyes of a large crowd of watchdogs and, with ease, led his own smuggling to success.

I only felt that I would have lived a shitty life.

So such Elma's words were sufficient to make him deduce his past as an unspeakable murderer.

"I don't think so, but... the antidote, I left it in that basket."

Grabbing the basket that has been unloaded, Elma smiles at the hardened snow.

"Though it won't work for Shion, the night demon. For those like you who draw half the human blood… If the racial traits of the Devil's complete memory are incompletely inherited at night… you may not be able to get out of that thought for the rest of your life"

"I won't be able to get out..."

"It's going crazy," he said.

I don't know what to do, Snow says.

As if I had read that mind, Elma replied.

"Be honest."

You can also take an antidote or apply it to help.

Smile, leave the usage behind, and Elma walks away.

Even when that figure disappeared, Snow could not move while it was still solidified.