Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was just that night that Ashley received reports of the start of the Ismas infiltration squad when the festival of music and light turned to an end.

Osmadra Imperial Army and the Great Emperor: Osmahim seems to have reserved this evening just to state his mouth.

I just didn't forget to add that the next morning at the end of it: coming to receive a response with the sunrise.

Now Heliatium is full of unusual excitement.

That is due to the speech that Osmahim threw at all citizens.

Do you go down to the military gates of the Arabs without fighting?

will he kick the conditions proposed and promised from the Great Emperor's own mouth again, and be ready for a complete antiwar?

Osmahim's language was so polite, so full of warmth, so elegant that he could sum it up to poke those two choices, to conclude.

That acted on the 100,000 folk grasses living in Heliatium.

The night was completely changed, and the streets were overflowing with people, and arguments had begun everywhere, even though it was the time it was supposed to be on the bed long ago.

In fact, Osmahim's proposal would have been the most sensible and peaceful solution.

If we continue to receive surrender recommendations, virtually the Vibronze Empire will disappear from the top of the map, and the Heliatium will no longer be the land of the Ixists.

Instead, our lives and our faith are preserved.

Osmahim promised himself that before the war began.

In front of all the military and all the citizens.

Some promises are so trustworthy in the sense of credit.

It seemed incontrovertible.

But in fact everywhere on the street, or indoors, in a liquor store, people continued to argue as possessed.

This is not refused originally solely because of the temperament of the citizens of Heliatium, who first attach importance to philosophical thought and debate rather than to direct relativity and action to reality.

There is only one contention.

It is about which side of the world will we belong, the Aramaic world or the Ixophonian world, when we show our respectability while remaining completely irresistible to the Osmadra Empire?

The reports that the Crusades (Crusades) are imminent, even if we do not know the exact distance, are something that the inhabitants of Heliatium are already well aware of.

By the Great Decree issued from the mouth of the Girl Pope in the name of God's righteousness, approximately the same number and about 200,000 large armies as the Osmadra Imperial Army are marching towards Heliatium now from both the land and the sea.

What if, when they arrived, an army of Arams sat intact in this city?

If the Extram Crusaders (Crusades) found out that the city had left no trace of a battle, no looting, no sacrifice whatsoever.

Isn't it ourselves who's the target this time?

What excuse does it mean for a united Crusade (Crusade) with the idea of sweeping the Muslims out of the world in the name of God?

Will we then be seen as traitors?

The pursuit against the treacherous (Renegade) is much tougher than that against the infidels.

For traitors are more sinful than being enemies.

Against former believers who sold God and their compatriots, that is also the history they have done themselves.

That will now be done against ourselves.

There is no need to argue again about the battle of the Crusades and what their post-war processing is.

Because what they set as their goal is a slippery and divine enemy.

It's useless to ask what to do with God's enemies.

People's enthusiasm for debate with their blood-running eyes without falling asleep stemmed not from the fear (perhaps) of the Osmadra Imperial Army that they had just witnessed, but from the fear that they would be branded as spirits.

The whole town is surrounded by excitement, including fright, and the atmosphere feels poppy.

Totally brilliant psychological battle.

Ashle rolled her tongue.

Only words of salvation and forgiveness did Osmahim accomplish perfect intimidation without even employing alien powers.

News of the infiltration was delivered there.

It was Burton who delivered it.

Burton's report began as he retrieved a map from his nostalgia describing the current location of the Ismas.

"We could have stayed on the scene and continued to provide backup support, but we also decided it was too dangerous for the guards to get in."

"Thank you, Burton. I think it's a wise decision. Because it's really important."

"Thank you very much for the compliment. Your daughter is escorted by Isma and Lord Norman."

"Good, Snow was able to infiltrate safely, too. But at this time the Imperial Palace was raided and the Emperor disappeared... I wonder what the citizens of Heliatium think"

Barton heard about how Lucatius and Sidrellasikaya da Zu lost sight of each other, then the backend (Tenmama) where infiltration was forced, and Ashle roared.

Ashle hands on her chin as she labors her secret detective with the perfectly delicious tea that Shion lit for me.

In front of me, the lines are moving on top of the plan of the unfolded palace.

That's an excellent thing that automatically writes out the current location of the Ismas and the existence of hidden passages.

Isma says it's not "Focus," it's one of those specially cultured bugs, like the other convenient bugs.

I have no idea what the rationale is, but it's convenient anyway.

"I knew you wouldn't think it was irrelevant,"

"In due course, an assassin on Osmadra's side would be the firmest answer."

Burton praises their actions as if they were other personnel.

Ashle grinned unexpectedly at the mouth of the unchanged butler for a long time.

"There's no evidence anywhere, and although it's actually different,"

"That was too bad a time. There can be no other killer but Osmadra who can deduce from circumstantial evidence. And humans can jump at lies if they want to assume they are."

In addition, the example letter has already been recovered, so Burton took the parchment scroll out of his nostalgia and affirmed.

Huh, and Ashley took a deep breath.

"Then it may have created an excuse for a thorough antiwar"

"Or maybe I am. But either way, they can choose to surrender. If the castle is opened irresistibly to the forces of the Arabs, it is all too obvious how the Extram Pope's Office and the Crusades will judge it."

Ashley roared again at Burton's pale commentary, now strong.

What exactly does it look like when the country and organization to which I once belonged is objectively viewed by the outside world?

Ashley was experiencing exactly that at this time.

"And the chief officer with the authority to make the decision whether to surrender or fight has disappeared from the stage tonight. After this, what happens?

"There are two possibilities for crowd psychology. One would be to find the next person in charge."

"Nobody wants to take responsibility at a time like this."

To Burton's spicy words, Ashley spreads a bitter laugh.

Unresponsive and faithful, the secret detective put up a second finger.

"Two, Emperor: Trying to buy time while covering up Lucatius' disappearance"

"The Great Emperor may be right as a politics, but in opponents like such a petty worker prevails: there is no Osmahim. If I could do that, Luca herself would have already done it, and that final phase is what happened today."

At last, the helium is under siege.

Barton roared briefly this time to such Ashley's opinion.

I was impressed.

"So what do you think dominates the people who are looking for someone to impersonate responsibility in such a messy place, my lord?

"My lord, shall we stop calling it that, Burton? I'm no longer the head of the Balaje family."

"Is it? To be honest, it was Ashley's positioning in me that she was still young (...) until before she was soaked. Only the title is splendid, but it still feels like a young man. But now you feel like you've become a fine man."

"Were you?! No, it's more about what kind of judgment the Caterpillar towns are now left behind by Lucatius."

"It was. So, what do you think, Ashley?

Yeah, he nodded and Ashle switched consciousness.

Words, mouth.

"I guess it's madness to be the key in that kind of place"

"Madness."

"Or you can call it fanaticism. I don't care if it's right or wrong, whatever it is that gives me intense direction. If choosing a decision from among the strays is" after the will, "it's the opposite."

"The opposite of will"

"What I'm thirsty for right now would be something that would make me give up thinking"

And that is even more desirable from now on.

After saying it, Ashle dropped her eyes on the teacup.

Theon pours me a cup of tea.

"The man Isma was talking about... you're thinking about the last survival of the Eastern Diocese Knights that His Highness Askariya encountered"

Yeah, and Ashley nodded at Zion.

Shortly before putting the squad in two, during the last meeting, Isma revealed its existence.

An immortal man who lived a hundred years ago.

Gallucival de Galle

Turn it into a knight who should have been executed as the worst treacherous and heretic of all time. "The Spindle Capable."

Details about the alien powers that the man specializes in are unknown, but Aska cautioned him through a letter when he was caught in an unscheduled encounter.

"Madness and fanaticism are contagious. In some cases, in no time. Especially when the group is losing sight of what they need to believe."

It's a weird story to say that your beliefs are shaken but you suffer from fanaticism.

Assuredly, Ashle stares back into Zion's eyes.

Theon nodded slowly, too.

That is a profound agreement.

And the certainty that you two have at this time will not set aside time to become a reality.