Sanzen no Souru Supina

In a pleasant warmth, Askariya Imrabetor awoke.

Such warmth that melts my frozen heart like the sunlight on a spring day.

That's what Askariya, with a few mistresses, never got.

All the slaves feared Askariya.

Their devotion was the flip of fear. of preservation to one's own life.

But I have no intention of the warmth I feel right now.

That makes Askariya bloody.

Whether decorated with gold and silver treasures and beautiful tiles, that cold stone palace is as warm as you want it to be.

Askariya thought there was something like this in the world.

I don't want to wake up, Askariya thought.

I don't want to let go of this fine sleep, I wish.

Keep it up - I want to sleep fine in this man's arms,.

It was then that the thought touched the cold blade.

Man! Askariya wakes herself up to peel off.

I was naked. Myself and the other guy.

He was a man who couldn't shadow the boy.

The shadow of intense fatigue has fallen on the appearance of good growth.

I have not even grown an adult beard (beard) to prove it.

Sleeping on the dumb side.

This is a crude tent made of canvas.

It was clear that it would be in exchange.

Askariya quickly runs her gaze.

Family Treasure's Curved Knife: Jambiya was safe.

I pulled it out naked. A man does not wake up.

Sometimes the eyelids (eyelids) just cramp (convulsions).

I knew I had to kill you.

Askariya sticks her cut to the man's throat.

The man was the owner of a body that was supple for the warrior's and did not make him feel firm.

Soft hairy hair is wet and thirsty in sea water, making it look like a standing carpet (carpet).

Then, Askariya felt the man's temperature.

It was warm.

I couldn't kill him.

From the circumstances, there will be no doubt that this man saved himself.

Without needing to illuminate the teachings of Aram, as a natural deed of those who live in the desert, if they were men, they had to throw everything at them and risk their lives for them, even if they were not begged.

And if you're a woman, you can't refuse to propose.

If you were greedy, you shouldn't have refused to give everything, even if it was an overnight love.

If you were asked, I wouldn't refuse.

Oh, and turn yourself over to hide your cheeks from dyeing.

There was a noise of clothes flickering in the wind.

As I laid eyes on it, Askariya's clothes were dried outside the tent.

The sea water remained seeping, so it was wrecked, but it was much drier.

Askariya hastily tried to wear it and failed.

It's not the prince's thing to wear.

Naturally, I can't. That's how I justified myself.

But the windy hem caught the spear.

Dragon Spear: "Shivnir" rolled and made a loud noise.

There's a sign of a man waking up to that sound, yeah.

Without successfully judging the windy garments, Askariya crouched on the spot.

"You're an incredible girl.... What's your name?

Ashle's cheeks (cheeks) were swollen.

Askariya put a bullet in my hand.

"Askari —— ah, call me Askari"

"What princess can't wear clothes herself?"

"I'm sorry!

"Well, if the person you helped wakes up and eats you flat, you'll be angry, usually"

Even so, Ashley helps Asuka get better.

Even if the structure of the clothes was different, because of the experience raised as a girl at a young age, I would have gotten used to doing this hand job.

"I was thirsty."

"Yes. Drink this, take care. I don't know where I can get some fresh water next."

"Alam Ra will help"

"I hope so —— Ikes, either way, but if you're going to help me, I want you to hurry."

"You unbelievers!

"No, the water, the unbelievers."

Phew, and Aska turns that way.

Ha, ha, and Ashley sighed.

Definitely. I have a woman in distress.

It was half a day ago that Hilari, who went out to scout, found that strange island shadow.

Who at first thought the servant was a foretaster of the storm, its shadow gushing abruptly at the sea approaching the sunset.

thick fog walls. It was wrapped around the Clouds that almost went down to the surface, you can say.

It had a density that the other side couldn't see.

Misty Island —— Avalon, and Scion crushed.

Further north of Geiserlon, the name of an island nation at the end of the northern sea, protected by warm currents and not icing despite its high latitude, and a place to breathe only in the heritage.

Only a hero is allowed to land and live in the eternal hero Tan.

Strange things happened, apart from whether the ares that appeared in this warm sea of Farouche were the same place and space as the Avalon of Zion.

Countless pieces of wood flowed.

Large and small, all of which were still wrecks and fragments of new ships.

The fragment was small, not enough for the ship to collide and sit on the reef, but it was a tremendous density.

No, it didn't exactly flow in here.

The Epolar was drawn to you.

The watchmen saw one fire after another.

A slice of the cloud, mixed with black island shadows, saw the flames.

Orange (Takeshi) lights swinging irregularly.

I watched them slowly turn over and be stupid.

And Hilary lost sight of the coordinates.

Alive and five senses, such as vision and hearing, are definitely safe.

However, thick fog was inhibiting confirmation of the relative positional relationship between Zion and his user demon, Hilari.

It's true, Theon snapped.

Even as I slept, I insisted that the link between my husband and the user demon was unconscious, so that the creature would naturally strike the turnaround, so that evening at Ignace - unless I consciously disconnected it - was also unconscious.

And then, for some reason, I saw Ashley, and Zion blushed, and Ashley understood what it meant.

"Anyway, this is not normal"

"Closed Corridor" or "Princess of the Night Devil."

Norman asked.

That tone still has a lot of firmness.

No harm, I know, but for a thousand years, the enemy was the enemy of the Night Demon, its true nature, the blood of its true ancestors - the princess.

You shouldn't be dealing with Ashley.

In that sense, Isma was still the exception during the exception.

"There's nothing else. A place where common sense doesn't work."

However, it is unclear why, suddenly, a "closed corridor" appeared for maritime traffic like the Farouche Sea.

Theon replied to Norman's query.

"In the meantime, the status quo has come to an agreement. This is what kept the ship on this route. I was literally under a traffic stop, not just a ship's registry or nationality."

The hell, since when, Norman roared.

"Within six months —— if you're going to analyze it more accurately, maybe the last month,"

Ashley gave the opinion.

"It's a route that I didn't have a problem with six months ago, indeed. But what about a month?

"In the Pope's office, the ship had arrived in the harbour when I gave it my sacrament. At least there were no reports of the incident. About four to five days to settle the case on Ignaš territory, two days on the move to and preparation for the port town, already two weeks at sea...... what do you say?

"It's like a new outpouring on our path."

Izma agreed with Ashley.

"Coincidence. Oh, the story is too good. It feels nasty. It doesn't feel right."

"The scout-- no, you can't. I'll go."

Norman declared to board the scene.

We know there's a "closed corridor" there, and it's a decision that we can't send soldiers in or anything.

Once Ashley was flushed into emotion in the same phase and misjudged.

Again, Norman is only stepping on far more places.

"I'm coming too."

"But Ashley's still in perfect physical condition,"

"No, Gyotta -- thanks to the snails, it looks pretty good"

Of course that's not the only reason for demotion.

Well, for about two nights, I slept well. Because there were no visitors.

unexpected effect--thanks to Izma.

Isma blatantly complained to Zion, who was a cold reaction to Ashley's plight.

Ugh, Theon said he should be nice to Ashley.

If it's too cold.

"Oh, yeah?

"Are you unconscious? Ashley, hey, I keep getting pretty twitchy. Besides, it was after I tortured my flesh to the extreme.

You had a nosebleed, didn't you?

I'm a lot at it, but I'm still a kid in it.

Even to a princess, when she was a kid, right? And yet the princess is too indifferent, too cold. "

"Damn, that's... sorry"

I don't mind if you understand. and Isma strained her chest, and Ashle was allowed to be gentle for about two days.

Scion is not the only one. Illis was also frightened on the side.

Specifically, it's a handful. The two overly beautiful princesses weighed themselves down.

Thanks to you, I recovered.

When he dies, he dies because he can't refuse, which is Zion's prophecy, but it was dangerous.

"I'm coming, too. I have to put it up with this medicine when I have to."

Isma signaled Ashley with her eyes.

It's good that friendship is deepening, but Ashle no longer knows if this is really straight down the human path.

Either way, it's a mood that's off the streets and cutting open an undisclosed wilderness/beast path with a single natta.

Besides, my neighbor friend doesn't get the word right.

"I'll go my way, too."

Eh, and just about everyone spoke up for this.

It was Illis.

"No, Iris is -- I admit it's the strongest spec in terms of pillows (pillows), hey, isn't it a bad idea to be ironic"

Isma looked in the wrong direction and said.

Ashley knows exactly how that feels.

"I also countered, saying--"

At that moment when Ashley tried to express her opinion, whoops, and Izma's flesh danced through the universe.

If Ashley and Norman hasn't stopped holding it in a hurry, it's the momentum that clashes on the deck.

"Isma, that's a problem statement!

Who looked out for the servant.

That's no trick - it was an expression of "spindle" ability.

Iris threw Isma with one hand.

It was too natural, and I didn't care because of everything that happened shortly afterwards, but the eyeglasses held by Illis: "Spectacles" are similar to Ashle's Dragon Spear: "Shivnir" - a legacy of the past that doesn't activate without the excitement (Reiki) of "Spindle".

The moves that Iris did were the same as the one Ashle used to convince his men in the border town of Paro one day.

Hugh, the whistle leaked without anyone.

"Take him, Ashley. If I have to, I will protect you. I don't know what kind of trouble it would take to get out of company. I think it's safer to keep her within sight and reach."

Turn that way, Theon said.

I can't help it, I don't mean it, but I can tell Ashley that's a conspiracy, as the two women met from before.

Illis and Zion were rapidly getting along.

So much so that we can pretend to be unfriendly and grumpy with each other.

Looks like they're bad lending manipulators.

Ashley feels complicated.

Because it is now a matter of decision for Theon to follow the same path.

"But then all the" spindle "capability of this ship, that means"

"Which Michi voyage cannot go on without resolving this monster. Only the" Spindle "capable can relate to the" Closed Corridor "and its main overload.

Besides, does it make sense to leave reserve power in a paranormal fog where even the demon loses sight of its coordinates?

Go get help, or come in spontaneously to help -- I'm lost, so what's the point? Or vice versa.

Aren't reserve forces only useful when they can respond accurately to reinforcement requests?

Theon told Norman.

"Do not commit the foolishness of power dispersion, and cast all your strength into the battle,"

Isma scratched her nose.

To Isma like that, Iris offers his hand and apologizes.

"All of a sudden, throw and fly, I'm sorry"

"Well, you made contact with the Closed Corridor and blossomed. No, I'm not afraid of a maiden in love."

Ashle felt Isma's gaze turn this way, but pretended not to notice.

Thus, the row, along with several rowers, landed on this strange island.

When Isma's rider, the Leg Sheep, jumped off the bow nearly seven meters high and followed him, he was astonished.

Then Ashley watched harshly as Ashley's beloved horse, Vitrion, was seized and stuffed with carrots in her mouth.

Only the sheep could not be driven back, and they swam and went their way.

The line was broken up about an hour after landing.

The rowers had ordered them to wait by boat, so only one line was attacked by the Ashlets.

There was no island.

What seemed like an island shadow - it was an unstable land of haste where everything could have been wrecked by a ship.

I wonder how many ships could have been collected.

Not ten ships or there.

A vast amount of wood broken down.

There was something west. There was something east.

There was a merchant ship, there was a military ship.

Deedyard Navy, Esperalgo and the most numerous were Osmadra's military ships.

Large galley. That alone would have had five ships.

If all those ships were in quasi-combat deployments, there would have been more than 2,000 lives on this small land, even if it had been estimated less, because a large gallery would have required more than 200 rowers and 300 personnel to be superior, including even sailors and combat personnel.

But I can't see a shadow or a snail.

"What the hell"

said Isma.

Ashley agreed. My spine chills in my bad imagination.

The Drifting Temple in Frama, Norman said.

What, well, Isma heard.

"Once upon a time, still Alam Ra —— the only god of Alam -- was an evil god who had been worshipped (aha) before he took control of the land of Alam.

The inheritance that the evil god was ambushed by Alam Ra: Frama escaped to the sea is both on the Alam side and on the Ixophone side.

On the Ixist side, it was not Alam Ra who controlled the frama, but the Virgin: Aigis "

"The land of Aram used to be a land pattern with quite a few pagans in it.

Since the establishment of Alam itself has also fallen a long way behind Ixism...... the word 'Alam' itself means' pain 'in the first place.

Those who take on pain —— that's the name of God. "

Iris said.

Regardless of her memory, Alma's knowledge of ringing with talent in the Holy Relics Management Division does seem to be breathing in her.

"Or a god who takes on the obscene (injury) that drives (creeps) other gods, you mean?

Frama is a goddess. As a God of healing and charity, he was a fairly widely believed God.

Lord God, even if not so much, there were no human beings unrelated to injury, disease or poverty, so there were incessant seekers for your benefit.

The clergymen also cooked and provided for the orphans in order to practice salvation. "

Hmm, and Isma put her finger on her forehead and glanced at her face.

"Something like such a good god? Why did Alam Ra's god punish you?

Norman made a face that it was difficult to explain.

It was more about amusing Isma and Zion than it was about telling myths.

In the face of religious conflict, there is still a strong tendency among other races to worship the gods of the world.

God of the world, or God with real flesh.

In Ixism it is considered an evil god, in fact it is often not strictly God.

They can be rare and powerful demons, overloads, and sometimes kings of the Fae, who survive more than Tai.

Night demons and earthspiders are typical of it.

Ixism takes as its pride the history that has challenged the numerous evil gods whose faithful human beings and the heroes chosen among them had reigned in the undisclosed lands, defeating them and proving their righteousness.

But that's why Norman was ashamed of his spirituality that unconditionally degraded the religious views and civilizations of others.

That's because it's just a one-sided story from the Ixist side, from the human side.

It is only one-sided justice on the human side that is guaranteeing correctness.

With other races and humans, the culture was different and natural for one thing, and Norman took it into account there.

No, distress, is that correct?

Of the Night Devil and the Earthspider, if you two are seated next to each other that you can say will stand at the apex, this is not impossible either.

The complexity of the mood made me look.

"Uh, it's okay, don't worry about Isma noticing that hand. It's okay for you to focus on the concept that God is the only one from the human side."

But Thanx. That's kind of a concern, isn't it important?

Isma nodded. Norman nods back, saying that would help.

Well, I don't know how to explain it, Norman muttered.

It was then.

"Because the Frama Church was a group that conducted human experiments behind it."

Ilis told the truth instead of Norman.

To much content, you and Isma rattle their throats.

"Seriously?

Yes, and Iris nodded.

Iris continued, even as he fortified his body with shame in telling other races about human darkness.

"I don't know how that happened.

But the thread and needle that stitches the wound sometime made it possible to connect the other with the other, or with the human and the non-human.

Using drugs and unacceptable drugs, chopping, pinching, twisting... "

I moved my hand so that Illis could mix clay or something.

"Frama's description of the artifact Rutsubo leaves anecdotes that life was fundamentally mixed together to create an abominable heterogeneous race"

Yeah, and Isma gestured.

"Uh, well, I'm eggy. Ambush, maybe a serious and authentic reason."

"But neither Alam Ra nor the Virgin: Eigis could kill Frama"

Ashley said.

"I wonder why"

That was..., the moment Norman tried to explain.

Light appeared on the sea level beneath my feet.

Gatsung, and a shock came directly from underneath.

The water column rises and the scaffolding bounces heavily.

Ashley was thrown out into space.

While we danced in the air, we saw who it was that attacked us.

Huge, pure white bamboo...

But a few hands, like those of a demonically playful (calibrated) human, held a turbulent stream of swirling energy like an egg in the place where the head of the turtle should be.

And even the nakedness of a woman, reminiscent of a figure head decorated on the bow of a large ship, was there.

The goddess was bleeding.

Cover your face with both hands to shame, and keep bleeding as you creep through the gap.

Ashle peeked through the gap, feeling her eyes in contact with those.

Sad, so pathetic eyes, Ashle thought.

It was a goddess who kept being punished.

A myriad of spears, a hook (a calf) protruded, and a mass of meat was attached to the ends of the chains and ropes tied together.

No, that wasn't a meat chunk.

It was a parasite who stood, clinging and biting at the flesh of the goddess.

They were humble and shallow, and yet they were innumerable and distorted the figure of the goddess.

The colour of the clothes wrapped around the meat chunks dyed the goddess in extreme colour.

Ashley associated that the end of some kind of spider or aquatic insect carrying my son was, at the end of the day, its living bait.

The goddess rang with a voice that rubbed a giant metal blade.

A grudgingly bitter growl - The Torment Scream.

A voice that cracks your spirit.

of agonizing victims of torture.

The pieces of wood fell apart, and Ashley and the others were separated.