Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Ha-ha-ha, that was a disaster, Ashley."

"It's not every laugh, Isma. It was really hard!

I'll finish hearing the report from Ashley. No, Isma looked up to heaven and burst into laughter.

Come on, hold your face and laugh.

Speaking of Ashley, she just sighs with a complicated look of anger and fright.

"But you ended up finishing well, didn't you? It's not amazing. I can't believe you defeated such a fierce monster on your own outside the closed corridor. It's not something I can do."

"No, so thanks to Aska and..."

I guess I had something in mind when I tried to mention the winning factor.

Ashle bent her mouth in dissatisfaction and swallowed the words.

"Hmm?

Izma peeks into its face.

"No, I did take care of you, in that dragon-skinned cage hand that Isma lent me. Without that, it would have been outrageous. What kind of winning muscle was there other than that? Honestly, did you think of another hand..."

"That's not true, Ashley. Just like I said before. That's what you won. Use anything you can to pick up a win. It's not okay."

Ashley, once again regarded as "you did it", has a subtle look when referring to using odd tactics and tactics to bring down enemies.

Certainly, as a knight, I guess there are some things that are unconvincing.

Isma continues as she sees through Ashle's heart like that.

"First of all, it's a miracle that Dragon Skin Cage Hand: Garang Darla lends Chi. It's hard for a man to be recognized by so many Focuses at once. It's a gift from you. I think I know, but the more you get in character, the more you reject the Focus, except for the admitted user. It's not like just a tool. High temperament...... like a chaste woman. Yet you slip through all that rejection. Rose Absolute wasn't an exception."

I was born and loved by Focus.

That's it, Isma laughed Nihihi.

"Sketchy physique."

"Isma!"

For once, although I made him angry, Ashley's heart was quite complicated.

Indeed, I am not extremely experienced with the previous rejection of Focus.

If they call it a gift, maybe it is.

Is the exception like Rose Absolute in a drifting temple?

That night, Ashley's fist, which tapped into the Spindle to save her companion's predicament, was wounded over a dragon-skinned cage hand by a blue petal.

At that time, the dragon-skinned cage hand: Galang Dara illusioned as damaged, but only Ashle's flesh was actually wounded.

Don't get on with it, it's the kind of thought the Virgin taunted me with.

I may not be able to say back from the bottom of my mind the rating of sketchy.

But, um, it was still Isma who followed Ashley in silence.

"But you should seriously take care of that" one, "Ashle. Something, somewhere, is bound to be a trump card in an amazing phase. Because it looks plain and it's a special talent that no one in the squad here can have, Sole."

Ashle, who was told, sees Isma.

King Earthspider's tone was as light as ever, but his eyes weren't laughing.

"Well, let's just say that. How dare you, young Co these days? I'm telling you, he's the one who accidentally dies, this operation."

In the meantime, you thought you'd finished telling Ashley about the important things.

Izma changed the subject.

Nothing else made him repute himself as "bold" by being the king of earthspiders who go to the earth unexpectedly and unexpectedly.

Snow, it's about that smuggling.

It was the big table in the dining room that became the place for debate.

Isma, who faked her identity and infiltrated Heliatium as a merchant from the East, first rented a mansion located on the hill as a base.

This interaction, which promises so much more private space than travel cages and so on, is indeed superior in many ways.

Prepare under Isma, who is also really used to keeping secrets.

Because if you're doing this kind of talking in some liquor store without having to think about it, the guards will catch you for as much as they want.

Changing the subject in shattered shape, Isma sat back in a disobedient outfit lifting one foot over the chair, honking her throat and sipping off the ale.

Behind that, Burton and Norman are busy cooking.

The Ashlets, who moved from the port, flushed salt gas in the tub and set up a detailed briefing.

It is first of all Ashley and the others' turn.

Naturally or somehow the flow of the topic will be about an unexpected intruder = Snow.

Ashley replied sighingly, feeling like she was here.

It's a rare excuse tone, but it's also inevitable.

"I also said there... it's too dangerous. But we were on the verge of a date, and we couldn't chase him back."

"Hey! Don't leave me then, not you!

The one that bit there was Snow, who had been so silent.

By the way, my left hand under the table is holding Ashley's shirt securely but firmly at my fingertips.

Sion is peering in with Zito's eyes from across the bank from Ashle about those two things.

On both sides of Isma is an ele with a shuddered face, and for some reason Nico's elma withholds with a full grin.

"No, I just said... Yeah, but I gotta tell you, you could have died in Spindle Run"

Ashle took a deep breath remembering what happened that night in the barn.

When Scion, who had left the Included Beast, rushed to perceive the anomaly, Ashley was struggling to give Snow's normal spin on it, using the Spindle he had let unfold on his chest.

"Scion! Mr. Elma! It's an immature" spindle "awakening. Keep it up, her life is in danger! I'll do it! Give me a hand! Snow, catch my Spindle! Catch me with that!

Ashley screamed as they tied each other's spindles together.

I didn't know we were going to have to keep Snow and Spindle connected all day and night from there... I just couldn't have predicted that.

"So, nobody, help me or anything, I didn't say!

"Don't tell me the mess. If you lose control of" Spindle "and your breath is constantly falling, you usually help, right?! You almost died, huh?!

So if I help, it will be at this rate.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

Even if I think about it, I can't think of any other optimal solution I could have picked on that occasion.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, that's what you are, isn't it? If I were a girl, I'd help anyone! Do it and step into your heart, all of it, peek!

In the expression of his brother, who shuts his mouth to his suddenly occuring petty sister, Ashle saw Isma.

Ha, and Izma laughs vaguely, somehow perceiving what was going on.

"Well, that's the type of Ashley, isn't it, really? Like I said, Ked."

"Hey, hey, Izma!

"I can't abandon the girl I got involved with. Maybe it's a virtue, but I guess that means it's also a sketchy physique."

Norman, who was cooking behind the scenes for a second evaluation from Isma, and Burton, who was serving me an appetizer that I could, erupted at the same time.

"Hey, Norman, why?! Until Barton, it's terrible!

The state of Ashley, who hesitates, further widens the circle of laughter.

He fists his mouth down to Ele, who was a shuddering face, and laughs bitterly.

What I'm not laughing at is who I am when I panic.

Scion stares at Snow as he rides himself out to the table.

And it's just Snow pointing his gaze at Ashley, who reacts violently to the word sketchy physique.

"So, in the end, Snow's blossoming as a" spindle capable "went well?

Izma listened as she laughed and asked Ele to re-pour her ale.

"Uh, that's it."

"Oh, what, no way. There's still a problem."

Isma asked Ashley's vague expression by putting back the cup she almost tilted.

That look with his mouth half-opened and one eyebrow jumped up.

"Well, uh... I can use the Spindle itself... I have to give you the first start and the last stop,"

Ashley has half an eye to explain.

"Do you still get seizures sometimes?"

"Oh, you're still immature with the conductors. Well. I just met her, and I gave her to Ashley, didn't I? Ha, you know what?"

Indeed it was, and Ashley remembers meeting Isma.

On a dark night in the kingdom of Ignache, transformed into a "closed corridor", he detached Eunice and his men, and Isma lent me the torque of "Spindle" to Ashle, who was caught up and exhausted.

Of course, Ashley's awakening as a "spindler" was not halfway through, but a further, more overwhelmingly efficient, usage lecture.

"Well, it's a good thing. So, how about I tell you what I turned around? You've had a rough trip, haven't you, Snow? Much more polite, more intense than Ashley's instruction... even this evening, duh?!

Even Zion's fist bones shot through Izma posing as a beast that quickly became a nigger surface and hit him.

After all, Snow leaned firmly against Ashley as he was frightened.

Falling down looking like a crushed bun, Isma returned her face after a while and crawled up to the table.

"Hey, why, princess..."

"Why don't you listen to me till the end?"

Theon said coldly to Isma, who suffers from understanding why he was struck.

"Talk to him, Ashley"

Scion prompts in a grumpy rounded tone.

Why, you felt so nervous, and Ashley swallowed a spit.