Sanzen no Souru Supina

"That's where I talked to you."

That's how Ele hung up after a laugh about Isma's balls.

"Then fold in and ask His Royal Highness Zion a favor."

"Every wish? Lord Ele, to me?

Too much Theon asked back.

The earthspider princess witches and Zion are friends who once fought for their lives.

That's not so obnoxious either.

Especially the sister of the princess who just cut the story off. = The cause of Elehimera and Zion is profound.

In Zion's flesh lies the magic object of human modification embedded by Ele's hand: Jagri Jagra, who is still lurking.

Of course, after finding out that the source of hostility was in a misunderstanding, Ele apologized by sliding her head to the ground and offering her own neck.

Theon accepted it in a mundane reply and the two reconciled......

"Shouldn't I?"

Theon sighed at Ele, who asked in an extraordinary manner.

"I can't really answer without asking what it is... let's try as hard as we can. I beg you, Lord Ele."

Can I call it friendly. In contrast to Elma, who is usually actively involved in Ashley and Scion, Scion replied seriously to Ele's serious request, which is somewhat transcendent.

Naturally, Ele nods too.

I see. Bonds and trust with each other, including in earlier cases, seem to have grown rapidly over the past few months.

"I'd like to make sure of that... Your Royal Highness, that's right. How's Jagri Jagra doing since I was there?

"I mean, for every Ele's request to talk now, I'm involved, right?

Ever since Arre, there's no need to confirm that the final showdown with Yugadir, on the giant tower, will literally be the top showdown.

That night, Ashle awoke to the demonic apparatus that performs the human body modification: the true use of Jagri Jagra, and defeated Yugadir by its "Hiroshi".

The Focus, which was adhering to and diving into the flesh of Zion, was reborn as a powerful thorn protecting the Blue Rose = Princess of the Night Devil and also became a conductor of the Soul.

Ele is listening to what happened after that.

Theon has a history of consciously keeping the subject of Jagri Jagra off the edge of his mouth when he has previously put Ele in front of him.

I've made an apology. To keep her from being aware of past deeds.

That is the way of Zion's kindness.

But this time, it was Ele himself who cut the fire.

I could guess how much it would be.

To the impatient Scion, Ele nodded deeper than earlier to replace the reply.

"That's right. Your Highness Zion... has there been any change in your relationship with Jagri Jagra since that time?

Theon replied concisely to Ele, who is going to ask seriously.

There is.

After all, Ele also expressed her agreement with the chief consent.

The earthspider princess urges details with her attitude.

Zion's whirlwind is tightened with determination.

In a way, this topic is like showing off about the current state of one's own shame.

But Zion had already decided to believe in Ele.

Still, I can't stop my cheeks from getting red.

"First of all, you do. Demonic Jig: Are you saying that Jagri Jagra has now returned to its previous state... or that it has become vicious? Yeah."

Red ball-colored Ele's eyes opened wide in Zion's words that it was getting worse.

My lips tremble as my fingertips twitch.

I'm in shock.

Theon grabbed the hand, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head to show it.

It's not because of that, Zesty.

"Why not. At that time...... I touched Ashle's" Soul "and the demonic jig: the evil" Thread "that was stored inside Jagri Jagra = When it came to ink, wasn't the desire for human alteration fogged and disappeared?

That night, Ele asked in a plundered voice, repeating the scene of miracles carried out by the hand of the knight of the Son of Man in the midst of a battle waged.

Yeah, and Scion.

"Exactly."

"So why?!

That sight for Ele was even the gospel.

In the process of losing the status of a princess witch and being denigrated and living as a murderer, Ele herself has a history of being tasted so reluctantly for alterations by the magical jig: Jagri Jagra.

It is a modification as a tool of men's desire.

Ele threw to the enemy who took away the man who loved it and to Scion, who hated it.

But at night the princess of the devil beat her evil will by her love with Ashley.

At that moment, the phenomenon that occurred in front of me also gave me hope for Ele, who had been twisted and bent not only by his flesh but also by the magical jig: Jagri Jagra, "Can I also overcome that curse again?"

I didn't know it was getting worse.

I didn't want to hear it, it would be true.

Theon continued his conversation, staring at her like that with love.

"Listen carefully, Lord Ele. What is happening to me right now is a different dimension from the evil will that has accumulated in Jagri Jagra."

"Dimensions apart?

What do you mean?

Ele listened back without understanding the flow of the story.

Once again Scion nods, yeah.

"Perhaps because it became the conductor of the Soul that arose in Ashley. Demonic jig: Jagri Jagra no longer discredits the victim by evil will like before."

"Huh? Well, what do you mean? Yet... Yet,"

What do you mean it's getting worse?

Ele's eyes swim through the universe.

Theon smiled even more gently as he couldn't help it.

"I mean, the alteration itself hasn't stopped. However, it is not by evil will. There's that awesome" Hiragana "that the Soul was... conducted to. You rush me to immaturity as the driver of the Soul. I'm in a hurry to make the conductors thicker."

"Conductor... Like that for Spindle Conduction"

"Ri"

The moment Theon told him so, the tools of the matter peeked at his cutting edge like pure white grass sprouts from his chest.

"Wow."

"What? He would be an untouchable little boy."

Ele raises her voice unexpectedly.

And I fall in love with Theon staring at it with his face that he can't wait to love it.

"So, no way, what's your alteration"

"It's still in progress. That's on a steep pitch, too. Piercing."

"Since when... How long..."

"Well. It started that night. At the end of the day... maybe not. Unless Ashley stops walking. As long as you try to come to the truth of" The Soul. "

Dyed his cheeks rosy and with a sunny smile, Theon admitted the fact of a tool that erodes his own flesh.

Ele bowed her head deeply as she corrected her posture.

"Lord Ele... I'm not blaming you for that..."

"No, no, Your Highness. This is a tribute. I still respect you deeply for your relationship with Ashley."

Respected face to face with an altered attitude, Theon gave a haunted look.

"What? No, I haven't. Can you illuminate it?"

"And now, I'm convinced. After all, there was no madness in Isma's wise eyes."

In contrast to the illuminable Scion, raised his face and Ele has packed his distance.

"I was convinced that I had heard what was happening to you. I want you to hear my wish. No, I'll get it heard, I'll make sure."

Theon was barely pressured by Ele's frank, but sincere attitude.

That's not in a joke-and-play attitude.

I felt the intention to pay any price/price for it.

"You're serious."

"Um, seriously. I mean, let's be clear. What I now convey to you is this helium strategy… No, the legendary Book of Magic (Grimoire): an essential gist for the seizure of Vibro Valeri, in itself"

Now it was Zion's turn to open his eyes.

"Well, Lord Ele. Why reveal such importance only to me? I don't know why you don't propose it among all the military discussions... why..."

Theon noticed when he spoke so much.

Right.

"Is this about measures? Are we going to set up a plot, Isma... Emperor: Lucatius XII and the Book of Magic (Grimoire): against Vibro Valeri, more from here"

To Sion's understanding, however, Ele nods.

An awesome grin returned to its lips.

Let me hear it, Theon urges.

Even if you don't tell me, Ele hears you.

And at the next moment it was - screaming - coming out of Zion's mouth.

"Hey, hey, what?!

The cry broke through the bathroom ceiling and echoed into the night sky.