Sanzen no Souru Supina

Theon left behind a testament to that too poor vengeance, on the tabletop and on Ashle's chest.

"Just fine. I wanted to talk to Ashley."

It was then that Illis called out.

Ashle's hand was held under the table, who was cruising (grunting) whether Shion, leaving the dining room with Isma, should be pursued.

Ashley returns to me with that soft feeling.

Norman had disappeared from sight when he noticed.

"They're going to stand on duty."

At some point, the sun was leaning.

The officers taking turns eating meals were replaced, even at a drawback.

Ashley shrugged during the bundle.

I was so upset that I couldn't notice Norman leaving. Shocked by myself.

Iris recommended me some tea.

Ashley drinks it up in one breath.

Finally, the sense of reality is back.

"Are you tired?

Then I can talk to you next time.

Feeling that kind of air from the Illis, Ashle shook that luxurious (shabby) hand back.

"No, I'm listening now. I want to hear it. It's important."

Iris laughed happily.

Where to talk was such a difficult question.

Naturally, there were sailors' eyes and ears everywhere.

Ashley is not so blunt that she doesn't know what it means to have deliberately held her hand under the table.

It's a secret story.

In my room, Ashley stood where she was in danger.

Since the incident with Zion, there has been a deceptive aroma all around Ashley. Especially in your own room, which is appreciated.

And it is yesterday today.

I knew painfully that half the deception wouldn't go through with the female opponent, etc.

In addition, both Eunice and Alma were excellent observers.

There is no doubt that Illis is taking over that qualities.

"Wow, what about in my room?"

Finally, Iris said in the sense that

I squeezed my courage out of the sweat of my palms.

Ashley agreed silently.

Shake your hand back and reply.

I left the dining room in a completely different direction and met up in the room.

Ashley didn't forget the temptation to go a little late.

When I knocked, I entered the room to slip through the open gap.

I was greeted as a guest, so I guess Ashley's room and room look the same, but it was originally for a female officer.

The room in Illis had softness in the interior.

"Nice room."

I almost said, Ashley was stunned.

It's not just parchment.

Pulp paper, which was precious at the time, was suspended with enough momentum to fill the ceiling of the room.

That was a manuscript waiting for the ink to dry.

"This is..."

This is what I'm calling you.

I bet you got it from the dining room. Illis said as he lit the tea with hot water and invited Ashley to the table and chair that was installed at the window.

Rather than a woman's room, it looks more like a private room for historical researchers.

I wrote down my dreams.

To Illis, who says so, Ashle saw Alma's appearance and temperament when he was once a colleague.

"A dream?"

"Yes. I dream, dream every night"

Iris referred to the painting of the ceiling.

Ashley saw Isma there. I saw Theon, Ashley herself.

On the contrary, I saw the diocesan knights and their followers, who themselves should have led and died.

There were even men who were supposed to have slaughtered them with their own hands.

Demon Swordsman: Nahatwerg.

Descent King: Grand Barraza Ignace.

And then —— the one I loved —— look at Eunice.

What she looked like when she was alive - an elaborate (chitty) portrayed and colored script was there as she was alive in Ashle's memory.

Ashley took from the ceiling an edition detailing Eunice.

There was nothing rational could do to stop the tremor.

I didn't even notice what Iris looked like when he stared at me.

Iris was dressed from nursing clothes.

It's not that I volunteered as a serving nurse, it's just that when I boarded from Ignace territory, the clothes I happened to be able to wear immediately were that.

By comparison, I am sure he was aware of Ashle's visit, as the current british fighters felt a little disguised to call it a room outfit.

Then, Iris was wearing strange instruments.

"Spectacles."

When Ashley settled down a little more and realized about it, Iris told me.

By pouring the tea into the cup, Iris directed Ashley to her seat.

"It's like a magnifying glass used by a copywriter (scribe)."

"It's so —— so valuable a tool that it could be treated as a sacred relic if it were supposed to be. It helps a lot when you find little hidden messages that are simulated (too much) in the illustrative pattern."

A grassy string with a strong blue flavour was engraved with an elegant dragonfly.

"Glasses ura," the captain said.

"Big dragonfly (glasses ura)? Sure, big eyes... Captain?

"I'm a human whose duty is to keep a voyage log and my hobby is to write historical novels. It's a secret to the sailors. So I was able to get to know your wife. Ma'am, he said he was a historian. I think this belongs to your wife."

Ashley remembered the captain - Hector's appearance - and nearly blew tea.

A giant ocean man goes against his desk, cat backs and runs the trick and pen.

A historian's, good looking glasses, beautiful wife makes tea......

"Humans really don't know what kind of dreams they have."

"That's rude."

tickles, and Iris laughed, and Ashle looked in trouble.

I thought you laughed.

"But you lent me such an important item?

"I... can't use it..."

This paper, this coloring tool, it's all the same.

"That's... shapely, then..."

To Ashley's inquiry, Iris nodded silently.

"A rockfall at the site of the excavation of the ruins, sheltering the apprentice children"

Ashle thought of Captain Hector's grief hidden in that extravagant look.

"He knew at an interview on the boarding that I had no previous memories, but he has been concerned about something ever since. Coincidentally, they saw the script... so"

It's the best tool for organizing materials.

Then, with his aligned fingers, he repositioned the Spectacles, and Iris looked at Ashley.

The notices of the predecessors made Ashle's breasts hot.

You don't have to forget your grief.

Just don't be struck.

There are no riders who don't fall horses.

The question is how long has it been falling into the arena (Chilco)?

Only those who strive to get up as soon as possible will continue to have the potential to be winners.

After that, the winner, or not, is the extraction of heaven.

Ashley felt it, as they said.

So I still held Eunice's script with my trembling hands and still said.

One thing, one thing, like chewing.

"This was once my beloved human."

Iris put his left hand against his chest and closed his eyes.

Only one tear fell through the curve of its beautiful cheek.

"So that dream, it wasn't an illusion, it was real."

Straight eyes against Ashley, said Iris.

"When did you realize that?"

"The more I followed. When I listened to Mr. Isma's hero Tan (Saga). Until then, I cut the thread and realized that the pieces of my dreams were falling apart."

"Did you remember?

"I remember, I don't think so.

As those who listen to the hero Tan (Saga) cannot possibly know to the bottom of the hearts of the heroes who appear.

Only idealized and beautified fragments —— only what we wanted to receive, so that only then can humans receive the story "

But I was in that story.

"Is that all that wrong? Maybe he was one of the characters?

Ashley had trouble responding.

Iris relies on his reasoning to move on.

"If so, it's odd"

I looked straight at Ashley and said, as if Illis were still there.

"Thus, when I portray fragments of my dreams, there is something strange about my dreaming perspective.

Two... No, I wonder if it's one "

Ashley looked seriously at Iris, then looked up at the ceiling.

A number of written memoirs and scripts swayed into the light leaking from a lampshade reinforced with bronze to prevent it from cracking.

What, Ashley urged.

Returning Ashley's wandering gaze, as she was sure, Iris put it into words.

"I cannot overlook (fumble) that dream.

I mean, I'm not being able to watch that story in the gaze of God, or in the gaze of the audience.

Specifically, from the point of view of Mr. Izma, Mr. Zion, Ashley, and that sad descending king and pathetic demon swordsman, I realized I hadn't seen the world. "

And yet, why?

"There is someone else besides me who has a view of the world.

For the characters in your dreams.

Otherwise, there's obviously something wrong with the story. The chronology, everything.

If what I can see in my dreams is limited to my sight, there is no way that I can be objective about my appearance.

Let's just say -- it's like having two authors of a one-person story telling each story separately and simultaneously. "

You'd think you'd be crazy to talk about this.

So frightened... I couldn't talk.

"But... soon after Ashley woke up, when she dressed like she was pushed down to bed in an accident, and then, just now, when Ashley took refuge in me and held me —— my heart rang like an early bell, and the pain in that chest —— if I thought I knew... I had to tell you, I thought,"

I in my dreams —— they gave me two seats of sight, and I realized that it was the same thoughts that someone felt for Ashley.

Once so far in a breath, Illis rose from his seat.

Cheeks up, hands on chest.

Ashle realized once again that she had received a confession of love from both Alma and Eunice.

The cleavage strikes me so that I can tighten up the back of my chest.

That was a will from the deceased.

"But if so... I'm either a person who did terrible things to Ashley, or both, right?"

The sarcasm swept past Iris' face.

The gloomy part beautifully anointed by Isma's spoken hero Tan (Saga).

Iris should not have been able to cover his eyes from Alma's and Eunice's point of view, experiencing the despicability and dwarfiness omitted in the process of reality being translated into the story, the filth and the darkness of all human hearts.

"I just have to think about it that way. If you think about it, there's no way to twitch the end of that dream."

Iris took another script from the ceiling.

Place carefully on the tabletop.

Armastella Orte Ignace.

There was a monk's girlfriend in uniform and a girlfriend in night club clothes who encouraged her to save someone.

Ashle figured out the cruelty of dreaming of her memory as someone else's dream.

Because it is objectivity, sin is brutally abandoned.

There is no room for sarcasm.

I can't get shelter from anybody, and I don't want them to stay stuck.

It is also the heart of the Illis himself, no one else to inflict punishment.

The punishing and the punishing are living together.

Forgiveness remains absent.

That's pain equal to hell for nothing.

I knew I had to tell Ashle the truth.

But when I did, I didn't know what would happen to Illis.

Imagine the flesh trembling cowardly (today), independent of the Will.

Iris was alone.

I didn't have any allies.

Even my own heart, no, had become an adversary.

Plate pinched, unable to do anything about it, Ashley looked up at Iris.

That was the answer.

As I realized everything, Illis smiled.

Hang the script back and lower your hips in the seat.

Then, I said.

Somehow, in a way that can be called provocative.

"Ashley, something about me, being so considerate, it breaks, doesn't it?

Ashle felt an unexpected palpitation.

Confused by myself that I find the smile of the iris in front of me confusing (frightening).

There was mild dizziness (dizziness) and intoxication (dizziness), and at the same time odd exaltation.

"Ashley wouldn't know about my point of view, would she?

You really don't know what kind of character I was in that hero Tan, do you?

Ashley should hate me. Because it's despicable.

Ashley should hate me. Because he's a bad guy.

Ashley should destroy me.

Oh, I did you so, so much. "

Trembling, crying, smiling, said Iris.

Funny, Ashley thought.

I can't stop trembling.

But with chills, it's not. There was an exaltation similar to a warrior tremor.

Ashley suspects it's a tea ingredient.

No, I reconsidered.

It was also the second cup of Illis.

First, there should have been no reason for Illis to serve herself medication.

"You suspect? I thought it was a pill.

No. It's not that simple. This is a curse you'll never break.

If you were alone in the same room for so long, you'd be crazy, wouldn't you?

I didn't even know that.

Until just now, until it's all one thing, I wonder how despicable and dirty I am, and I look, and I'm a slut, and I'm human. "

Because Ashley wants to use me. Because that's how I did it.

To Dextras, to Paragram, to Twisted.

Without me, I couldn't stay away from you enough to go crazy.

"Because all of me is an ecstasy that Ashley can't resist. That's how I did it."

Back to back with the high-pressure line, Illis was shaking and crying so pathetically.

I apologized all over my body.

Ashle figured out the bitterness of her daughter, who was prepared to have her punished because she couldn't make amends no matter how.

Ashle felt herself as expensive as it hurt.

Stand up to escape and try to get away from the corner of the room.

I wanted to protect Illis from my violent impulses.

It didn't work.

I fell into bed.

I smelled like Illis. I couldn't stand any longer.

"You can't stand anymore. That's right. 'Cause every night I get attacked by dreams, and then... you know how, you know, I was nagging you, right?

You know how painful this past week has been? I dream about Ashley every night.

It's terrible, I can't believe you like it so much. Every time I close my eyes, I dream that you'll love me.

I kneel (kneel first), I beg, I obey, I yield, I rejoice.

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I can't stand this. "

Just as Ashley is, so am I. It's totally Ashley's now, isn't it?

I turned the hem of my skirt just a little bit and Illis showed me his ankle (candle).

That alone conveyed the plight of Illis (cucumber).

"What I swear to you, it's what's really going to happen."

Ashle, and was begged (cancer).

Punish me. Mess it up. Revenge.

Let the price be redeemed.

"Then...... hate it. Don't stop by, scorn, scorn. In sight, do not enter —— order."

Like a sacrificial sheep who conceived, Illis unraveled his costume.

Ashley thought of the mightiness of Nerd, which filled the world.

It was midnight. It was an upper-string moon about to sink.

I can see the island shadow shining between the waves of the moon.

On purpose, I thought I heard something like a whisper, and Ashle woke up.

The lights are off.

There's a small window open to take in the air, and the wind is coming in from it.

On purpose, I heard another noise.

Sounds like you're sleeping under a leaking day.

The moonlight revealed who it was.

- Countless scripts.

It was the Closed Corridor itself, painted by an overload called Gran and engraved into the material of the present world through the hands of Illis.

Ashley did what she wanted Iris to do.

Illis, who was supposed to be violently forced, apologized with a cry as if he had hurt Ashley.

Everything was ticklish, and that's why there was no salvation.

I fell in unfulfilled love because of my country of birth and my times and customs.

Still jumped into Ashley's arms.

with death, and vowed to one another, and yet separated.

During his death, Ashle felt that he was being asked to fill that gap between Eunice, who would have trembled lonely on his own, and Alma, who would have endured violence, irrationality and loneliness for the decade following the country's demise.

I learned that there is such a dark abyss in the world that cannot be redeemed in holiness.

No, because there's something holy, something that can't be saved.

Ashle wakes up half of her body, leaves her back in the bed, transfers water from the water drain to the goblet, and takes a sip.

I heard a feather.

Poop, and it fell.

It was hilarity.

Watch Ashley with her overly adorable movements and face.

I'm sorry, and Ashley apologizes.

It reminded me of Zion.

I pinched it up and put it on my lap.

"It's a horrible thing to see any Nerd come true."

Just wishing, there are things that don't come true. Ashley was reminded of the importance of what it meant.

"I... it's not broken yet"

Did I wake you up? With his face buried halfway in the pillow, Iris said.

Ashle stroked the head.

Don't be gentle, he bit me.

"Iris, do you still want to be hated?

"Aren't you stupid? Don't you still hate it when this is done? Ashley is really dumb, you like it!

"That's... that's a lot to say"

"I messed up your life, didn't I? Don't you hate me? Don't you think I want to kill you?

"Why not? Absolutely not."

I'm glad you're alive, no matter what.

Honestly Ashley said.

"Well, I'm not fine."

I can't forgive you, myself.

"Because I like you, because I wanted you to love me, there's something I shouldn't do."

That may be the case, Ashley said.

"But if I didn't, you and I wouldn't be alive. We've been diving through places like that. If you think about it, it's like a prank."

And Ashley laughed a little.

"If you don't hate me yet, to make me hate you, Illis has such an embarrassing line every time —— maybe, once in a while, every night? I have to tell you, don't I?

I guess that's a little to the end of the manhood.

"Much, isn't it cute that you're desperate to be hated by the humans you love?

Heh, heh, he said that like a scream and Iris stuck his face in the pillow.

White naked as snow peeking from the sheet, bright red.

"You didn't like Illis? Punished?

Ashle thanked Zion for teaching him how to avenge his death.

Interaction with Isma was training my hands.

Oh, I knew this was what you meant when you were determined.

I found that there was something I couldn't help by just trying to keep my innocence untrue.

So I did.

"You still want to be punished?

"Come on, it's settled. Shit, yeah. Come on, I want you to hate me. I can't forgive Ashley for ruining her life."

dull, Ashley laughed. Yes, I nodded.

It was an awesome grin.

What's wrong, Ashley said to the snotty Illis, turning back.

"Yeah —— I made up my mind. I'm gonna be a really bad guy to get you in trouble. I promise."

I want to be punished by this human, what a very unlikely man I am.

"To a man who is denied this world, but still stands without stopping being human, I will be"

I wonder why. Father: Alongside Gray, I remember Isma's back.

Ashley laughs bitterly.

With a troubled face, Iris saw Ashley only once and immediately hid in her pillow.

Maybe our love involved in the Closed Corridor can't go straight.

Ashley thinks so.

I can't see the end of it, and I manipulate it somewhere to make it a tragedy. "Something."

Besides, Ashley felt blurred by the appearance of the roots and their presence throughout the "closed corridor" recorded in the script.