Sanzen no Souru Supina

The power created by the human "will" - the "spindle" - to counter the harsh fate.

Its torque, which swirls in a spiral, humans and sometimes reaches miracles.

A miracle -- that is, enabling you to change your destiny.

Of course, the corresponding price —— mostly at the price of redemption with blood.

But the vast majority of humans never reach miracles.

On the contrary, I can't even make the Spindle express itself.

Those who exercise the Spindle, the means to interfere with their destiny, are the chosen ones, so to speak, who have acquired the rights they already have by themselves.

Therefore, I am not allowed to perform miracles while I am capable of "spindling". Yes, Ashley thinks.

To the most elite saints of the Knights of the Ecclesiastical Diocese, though, even at its last seat, it takes its name.

But yet Ashley feels strongly that she wants it.

If there's anything I can do, I want to do it.

I want it strong.

Paranormal business, but miracles.

Even if it drastically inspires the Spindle and pays so much pain that this self is drawn to the price.

"Think of Spindle."

So who the hell did you teach yourself?

of the Fae/Earthspider, its ancient great king: Ismagalum, was it its human?

Alternatively, the day passed —— was it the back of my father, who travels to the Crusades--?

"--Dad"

It's tough —— and Ashley didn't crush it.

Because it was not a case of reporting to the Spirit of my father, who would be in the kingdom of heaven.

No, maybe it was because the heavenly punishment must have crushed me if I made a report or something.

The situation was at the extreme of confusion.

In a nutshell, it was crazy.

Let's talk about it.

The day after deep booze —— resentfully sunny outside, just a holiday —— a strange woman sleeps easily in bed if she realizes for some reason, and they look a whole lot like each other.

From the disturbance of the bedding, we can know the intensity of the love exchanged last night.

Because of his youthfulness, laughing and being forgiven are the characters in comedy, or even in tragedy, a man three times faster than the red and normal mask (?) only, knocking on locked bedroom doors no matter how much you don't want to admit it (this is a very understatement. I want to describe it as random) of the terrible bran (like this) that I have brought with me for years without mistake, and my beloved wife.

Suppose I had a husband like that.

Suppose there was one foolish man who fell into that kind of training ground.

"Even if, nothing has happened"

Ashle moved confused with her sleeping head.

One thing is for sure, I have a self who is no longer even able to think properly.

And now, the training ground wasn't on this side of fiction.

The training ground is here now.

Welcome to Hell.

Ok.

Let's sort out the situation.

Ashley looked at her left hand.

She was beautiful enough to sigh (sigh).

Behind her pigmentless long hair, her white skin breathed so that she could fall out.

Long lashes (lashes) sparkled in the light falling out of the window.

Rich but even flesh.

Ashle's left hand is sucked into the valley of her breasts.

To be precise, my daughter was asleep trying to cling to Ashle's left arm.

So my chest is touching me.

With tension, Ashle tried to put that melting feeling outside her perception as best she could.

Because I'm about to make a mistake in the gap between my daughter's clear (nasty) face and the chest feel transmitted to her arms.

Irisberda lacmaison.

Iris, there's not much time to talk about this daughter's identity, which should be nicknamed. Also, because the journey/snack there is so complicated, we will discuss it later.

Only thing is, Ashley is now lying in bed because she risked her life to fight for this girl.

Definitely important —— he was a human.

I didn't think even risking my own life would spare me, and in fact, that's how Ashley acted.

But --.

Ashley checked her right hand, not to mention her consciousness, which seemed to escape into her memory.

I couldn't afford to escape my dreams. The reality is persecution.

And the right hand was -- fingers were rigidly tangled and gripped.

Cherry blossom lips peeked from between the dark black hair.

Trembling beauty.

It was a beauty worthy of calling it the beauty of the outside world.

That was supposed to happen, too. For she was the first princess of the right to inherit the throne: Scuonzafil Iote Berioni, the son of the Grand Duke of Night Devil: Geiserlon - Scarbelli Luft Berioni, one of his true ancestors (Shinso), beyond that mountain ridge of Ishgal.

Orthodox and pureblood night demon princess.

And a witch who lived hundreds of years, but nicknamed "Theon," she had the heart of a poor girl who laughed like a flower broke (dust).

Theon and I fought together in a battle to save Illis.

Holy Sword: To her shaking the "Rose Absolute," Ashle was helped time and again by a crisis in her life.

On the contrary, he defended Ashley and saved his own life and dignity.

I was a benefactor who couldn't give it back.

And the two lay in Ashley's bed, and Ashley greeted her with a pawn of Riversi, sandwiched by the two beautiful women.

Which way are you going to fall? and seemed to be being blackmailed.

The two beautiful women were brilliant, contrasting black and white in both their clothes and even the color of their hair.

Speaking of which, the word "nabu" also has a version of "nabu", etc., unwanted cum plundering the back of the brain is evidence of escape. From reality.

No, proof that you want to "run away" to be exact.

If you talked to a male friend of your generation, you'd be impressed the other way around, but Ashley didn't admire an untrue man.

I didn't say no.

I'd rather hate a guy like that, I can assure you.

That's who I am.

Ashley looked at her left hand.

Her daughter's eyebrow roots, like a bouquet of unblemished lilies, moved her trembling red lips.

Please use it. Make it yours, petitioned.

Ashley looked at her right hand.

My daughter, like a blue rose bud (stubble) shining in the morning dew, gave me a look that endured the agony (kumon).

Loosen up, he complained. More than that, it's already broken, he cried.

Ashley's guess is, apparently, that you two are being attacked by nightmares.

He was "begged" from left to right with a sweet, uncut exhale, and Ashley sweated.

I told myself to take it easy.

The two princesses are asleep.

In other words, what I said earlier was a bedtime speech, and sayingly, there is no disturbance in the two clothes.

Illis has a light watery stripe on the white. A hat like a nurse.

Scion is a pitch black dress. It's like the first time we met.

Suddenly, it was not Ashley herself who was doing an unforgivable imitation of these two sleeping princesses in this time and space.

The problem was the man who works werewolves (werewolves) in their brains.

If I could, I would have caught that guy's collar (Erikubi) and dragged him out, punching him.

You should have let them get what they deserved.

I had an idea, Ashley had it.

Ashley knew the man who carried out such a nightmare-like act by two women in real life. Oh, come on. I had an idea.

He couldn't even keep it in the wind of a man.

"--it's me."

Ashley felt some hot liquid gushing up her eyeballs.

My whole body trembled with a mess.

How did this happen —— my memories passed through Ashley's brain like a horse racing lamp.

The beginning of this was an encounter with a night thief who, as a holy knight, attacked an important department and the Holy Relics Management Division within the Pontifical Agency to which Ashle belonged.

Ashle, who was a duty officer, met there for the first time the Princess of the Night Devil: Theon. Ashle was embellished in Zion as if she were a child, deprived of the sacred relic.

As the responsibility of the duty officer, pursuing the thieves who took the first degree sacred relics, Dextras and Hands of Glory, and recapturing the two sacred relics - the sacred service of which was ordained by Saint Knight Ashle from Pope: Majest VI.

Follow in the footsteps of the thief the three diocesan knights and their henchmen, and the border village with Eunice, one of the beloved and assistant of Ashley: the crossing from Pharaoh was the hero once called the Coming King: the possession of Gran, the fruit of the kingdom of Ignache, a whirling (soaking) hell.

Information brought to us by a secret detective shortly before the border crossed defeated Ashley.

Among the suspects who allegedly took the sacred relics, a colleague and beloved ni monk of the Holy Relics Management Division: because of the name Alma.

Still pursuing the investigation, Ashley concludes that the perpetrator of the "Dextras" seizure is Alma and his collaborator, the Knight of the Expatriate: Nahat.

Because Alma turns out to be the diaspora: the princess of Ignace, the last bloodline, Armastella Orte Ignace.

And Dextrus was once the royal family heirloom of Ignace.

The secret detective also informed Ashle of further decisive facts.

Former Ignache territory: Alma's homeland, the country, has already fallen into the Closed Corridor.

Its space-time: The Closed Corridor was the world knitted by discipline of a kind separate from the outside world.

There, no one is allowed to leave the flow of causes and consequences laid down by the transcendent named Overlord.

People are unconsciously manipulated and made into characters in scripts drawn by the main overload.

Except for one "spindle" capable person.

And in the middle of that "closed corridor," Ashley loses all her men and becomes a scatter with Eunice.

It was surprisingly the Princess of the Night Devil: Zion and the earthspider who calls himself his squire: Isma who saved Ashle, who was exhausted and caught up.

Holy Relics: He was an ashle dealing with them as a suspect in the seizure of the Hands of Glory, but Theon explains the history of the Hands of Glory and also proves that he is its rightful owner.

On the contrary, he even offered to join forces in the fight to rescue Eunice. Isma's divination confirmed Eunice's survival.

Even as he was perplexed by the offer of a joint struggle between the two races, the Night Devil and the Earthspider, which are mankind's enemies, Ashle was to receive their help.

At that time Ashley confesses his relationship with Theon and Ashley's father: with Gray, and also with Gran, who became the former king of descent, not to mention overload and fruitful.

And to the depth of that mercy, to the attitude towards responsibility, becomes a love affection for Zion.

While the miracle was that the haters would reconcile and fight each other, even an unsaveable tragedy was going on.

Shaking in the midst of his heart's desire to save his desolate homeland and his hatred for the revolutionary army and people who burned royalty and mausoled himself at an early age, Alma finds himself once in Eunice, who was about to be mausoled and breathed out by a herd of deceased people, and tries to save this.

With the help of his grandfather, Gran, he used the "Dextrus", and the vessel that accumulates people's unconscious "Threads": the "Paragram", to disobey God's rules of stewardship - death.

It was an out-of-the-way mystery of stitching and fusing each other's "souls".

The two became alone, and Ashley reunited with them.

It was also too hard for Ashley and the two women to reunite.

Ultimately, Ashle returns the light to the kingdom of Ignache, with Scion, the source of Isma's cooperation, overload: down the Gran.

In the process, however, Ashley took Dextrus to his chest and became a victim of Nerd's - "The Way You Do It".

Remaining manipulated by the powerful "Thread," Ashle is a fusion of Alma and Eunice - related to later Illis, and also to neutralize that "Thread," Zion chose to give Ashle that body.

Getting someone to understand what's going on around there right away is probably nasty.

I just couldn't help it.

At that time, I had no choice.

That's what everyone would have answered if they had been involved in that case.

I knew that.

So that wasn't the problem.

Ashley's grip is not on that day's decisions and actions at that time.

It's not even about my past self that I remember my anger.

Now, to this situation and the untruthfulness of my sexual roots that upset and wolf in the meantime.

Ashley truly loved Iris —— precisely, Eunice, the body of his Soul.

Also, I've always loved Alma, the other half of me.

As a colleague, as one independent woman.

So when such a girlfriend - Alma, the subject - confesses the love she held just before she had a relationship as a fusion, when it comes to her heart not moving, it becomes a lie.

Even after her memory was lost due to the aftermath of that incident and Ashle herself gave her the name Iris...... that doesn't change.

On the other hand, Ashle no longer deceived me that I had a heart in me that loved the Devil's Princess Theon at night.

Ashley knows no other woman who is so brave, proud, and compassionate.

That was enough to impress Ashley, not only as a woman, but as a knight, even as an advance in her life.

More importantly, Zion was a woman (one) who gave her dignity and purity to save Ashle, who was addicted to the Nerd shot in by (Dextras) and was about to lose her personality by being flirted with by its malice.

Ashley remembers clearly that time.

I couldn't forget the love I had then.

I was more incapable of telling you not to fall in love.

Still, I stepped on that thought once.

He said he loved Eunice —— his soul.

Instead of the side, I clearly told Zion that, and even congratulated him on that decision.

However, I now know that I have been thrown into this situation.

My sexual roots.

—— I couldn't choose.

Too much pity made me cry.

What is the Holy Knight, what is the guardian of law and order?

This is no different than a gigolo or a girlfriend.

Only for the minute I was clearly a villain, and for the minute I admitted to that, I thought the fake knight who fluttered Alma: Nahat was better.

Shouldn't it be me who should die by smashing my head in the corner of Mozzarella —— I was distressed by the shame.

But reality wasn't sweet enough to forgive such Ashle's sentiments.

I got chills.

There were signs.

Outside the door, it was approaching.

It's a sign of ruin.

So Ashley found out for herself why she woke up.

This horrible hunch was told by Ashley as the Holy Knight: Spindle Capable.

Deal with it.

Beyond the door, I heard a terrible voice.

"Hey, hello, hello, there's Ashley? I don't know, Iris's been missing since last night, and she said she was going to see your body at the end, so I thought," Come on. "

Crouch, and thick wooden doors and fittings made a noise. Sadly, it was locked.

"Lord Isma, you can't open it all of a sudden."

Ashle felt that it would only be a little brighter in front of her, which was dark.

Two safety devices were attached to the crisis, which was still looming at the very moment.

One is a physical, specifically locked door.

The other is that there are common sense people directly next to the crisis.

The name of hope is Norman.

The orthodox knights of the Knights of Catel Hospital were just as well in etiquette.

So let me be clear at this point.

The name of the crisis.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm going in."

Real name: Izmagalum Hidunhi.

Same name as the great ancient earthspider king.

Anything is even in person.

However, its properties are extremely kitelette.

A man who inadvertently naps for hundreds of years.

It's a perversion of the truth: true personality, only what you say in front and back unconsciousness and sleep.

Ashle stared at the vibration of the door, which increased in intensity, so much that the hole opened.

Then I looked left and right. Like a broken toy.

Yeah, and the princesses wandered off.

I thought I had to do something, and at the same time, I hoped someone would.

If they witnessed a situation like this, they couldn't predict what would happen.

Only one thing is clear: Ashle's life had a high formula for an end to it.

Life, anyway, socially.

"Hey, Norman, you don't have a master key? I haven't heard back from you, have I? This is an emergency. One of the passengers has been missing for a long time. The suspect's private room is locked and unresponsive. It's a secret room. It's a case."

Is it a case, Ashley thought.

Besides, you're a suspect, I am.

It could indeed have been.

But it was also a line I didn't want you to tell the man trying to make it catastrophic by oiling it in there.

"Yes, but I can't give it to you. Only the captain can use it. Besides, the private room is private. It may be difficult to respond because you make more or less a fuss. In the company of men and women, there are many things. Let's just calm down."

Nice, and Ashley drank it in her heart.

After all, Norman is a man you can count on, such as protesting against that Isma face to face.

"Uh-oh? A statement where experience seems to say something. I can't believe you preached to me. I've never even been jerked off. You're not, you're convincing. But, you know, the indifference coated in goodwill sugar of respecting individuals like that makes the case irrevocably dangerous, doesn't it?

"What the hell makes you so obsessed?

Ashley agreed with Norman's dismal tone. Severely.

"'Cause, you know, the princess hasn't been around since this morning either. I miss you..."

Frequent silence. I figured it out so Norman could take the word out of his hand.

"By and large, Lord Isma is the Holy Knight: In any way related to Balaje?

"Hmm, best friend for one thing (Mab)? He said he had the same pot of rice, took a bath, and lined up with him. What kind of friend deposited his back, Kanji?

It wasn't a lie. And Ashley was the same perception.

It wasn't a lie.

"So, Ashley's belongs to me. As much as my stuff belongs to Ashley, you two know that, right?

I wonder if this man knows the proverb, which is familiar and courteous, and Ashle held his fist.

Thought you didn't know.

"Mostly, Iris, you're Ashley's girlfriend, aren't you? So, even if you were naughty and you two were naughty, no problem? That kind of thing, it's tolerance. Hey, Isma is. The vessel comes from a big one. Come with Dawn. Oh, my God, he's a king."

Biri, and the princess on her left hand stifled herself.

Ashle roughly shifted her gaze. Those golden eyes and eyes met.

Upset, werewolves and shame (of which) instantly filled the look of Illis.

I felt so sorry for my eyes, they were shaking.

I woke myself up silently. I jumped.

I was definitely listening to what Isma said.

I don't know where it came from, but only the dull and decisive part was certain.

"I can't help it. It's an emergency, so I can open it. Thirty seconds, wait."

"No, you know what?"

The interminable interaction that takes place outdoors was also a good place at last.

Ashle used her open left hand to rock Scion, still caught in a dream with her right hand.

But I can't wake my eyes like this just because I have a broken exhale.

Usually the first Scion to notice a threat approaching is.

Ashley remembered the heartbeat.

In the meantime, the interplay between Isma and Norman was also leaping in a super express (espresso) direction.

"Ugh. Mostly, think about it for a second, Dana of Norman. Even if Ashley and Miss Illis want to grow up, they're still codmos in there.

Plus, they're both super serious. Ashley, as much as you're aiming for some sort of knight's code. What, so it's a gucci gucci suit mail, right?

After those two things happened, you two were in a private room. No wonder what happened.

Why can't you just take the world in your hands and tell me that you're not with me?

"Too hard blades are fragile," he said?

"Well, that's when there's an older adult man human, and I need to follow him up with you, okay? Besides, I thought you were a little concerned. Nagi's appearance"

"... well, that's what the soot is"

"Oh, I laughed. Now, Catel Hospital Knight, I laughed. Again, he said he didn't have to hide it. Norman is cute when you laugh. I hope I don't have to turn back. Even my friends told me to shut up."

Finally, the cunning (and thus) nature of Isma's fierceness broke down Norman's defense of the Iron Wall.

Ashle was wary of Isma's tenacity.

It occurred to me once again that Isma's true strength lies not in its brains, nor in any of its spells, divinations, or technology, but in its tenacity, its toughness of mental power, which never gives up.

The problem was that its toughness only manifested itself in what was of interest to it, and also that the direction of its interest was generally oriented in a direction that was not even Loc.

"Then unlock it."

There was a sound of thin metal being inserted into the keyhole along with energetic weather ringing.

At the same time, I could hear the more appropriate and innovating singing that came to mind.

It is the theme of Isma Unlocking.

"Stalking Man! Peeping Man! Picking Marn! Dark and Yummy Love Watching Omae" "

A nose song in the hell of a time, not knowing whose composition and lyrics it was, reversed Ashle's nerves.

Of course, it wasn't if you were angry, etc.

"Yes, I'm good, I'm good -"

Isma's skill (Shiren) was divine, contrary to its capable weather theme song.

Pean, and the lock was once removed after a clear sound, and Isma came in and out with Norman almost simultaneously.

"Whoa!

It was that moment.

Something popped out of Ashle's chest.

Ashle and Iris, who were surprised, missed, but Zion's lid (eyelids) opened with a twitch and a sound, and his deep purple eyes perceived reality.

And a pitch-black storm ran through the room.

"Wop, wop, wop"

What? Oh, this bat presence, Isma gives a sobering voice.

Shortly afterwards he screamed and fell.

Everything happened at once.

A bat popped out of Ashle's chest.

Zion's family: It didn't make a difference to Hilari.

That stuck to Isma's face.

Almost simultaneously, a silver water drain on the pillow was thrown across Isma's abdomen.

It's not Ashley.

It was Iris' behavior.

And Theon jumped on Shadow Crossing using Spindle.

A short-range transfer that only the family of the Night Devil can use.

It is a brilliant draw.

"Mm, all right, shh, rude."

Iris got angry when his face turned bright red.

Isma seems to have gotten the water drain in a masculine fatal spot, rolling and stuffing.

Hugh, and Norman whistled on the wall.

It was such a brilliant collaboration and throwing technology.

"Ah, ah, Ashley... how are you?"

Ashley, who is of the same sex, understands the pain of Isma licking and smothering the floorboards.

I couldn't help but respond to one thing.

"Izma... I'll see you later"

You must have missed it, Norman said, like other HRs, dragging Isma out.

Ashley was the first to see Norman's sales smile.

It's an adult face that is jumping (doing) to rub off a lot of things.

"Oh, later, I'll show my face in the dining room"

Ashley followed with the best of her ability.

Norman gave me a nice smile.