Sanzen no Souru Supina

"O righteous one, who glorifies the world of the mighty, who deny falsehood by the weak - what, this is the cruelty of the truth which you believe in"

Lucatius said, sitting back on the throne in a brazen foothold, with his messy, sweaty forehead intact as well.

In those days, the flying boat: at the command post of Gaeldrivle, as well as Osmahim, was retreating after the melting.

If Odile, who had held back beside him, hadn't run out and supported him, he would have fallen.

Hold your forehead with your right hand and kneel.

Plus a huge hull of gokins, gigigis and gail drivles roar.

The mistletoe, and the twitch rises, and the tremor that echoes at the bottom of his belly is transmitted.

Gradually pushed back, thousands of trons will have a huge flying boat body!

With an external point of view, we could have seen that the bow armor snapped.

Flying boat: Gail Drivre is "Focus".

In other words, it's a device driven by Will.

Therefore, I am now subjected to the current modulation of the main Osmahim.

Nevertheless, no matter how you poke through that gap, how to damage the armor made of Focus means the "one or the other" of stacked time?

"Osmahimu! Calm down. That's a trick! It's a lie they're good at!

True Knight Maiden: Odile scolds the Osmadra Great for showing agitation.

That's what they are as heroic caregivers.

But it was more the literary emperor who had not already given up his battle, even though this one would be tired.

"That's out-of-heart, a true knight maiden, a black-winged Odile. If you really think so, let me try to break it. Return me to sanity with the eyes of Aram Ra. The truth remains the same."

"Kuh."

Odile bit his lips as he closed his eyes and supported Osmahim, who shook his head firmly.

It is not that he was unaware of the poisonous name "Askariya", which still stands in the void of Osmahim's heart, as Odile.

No, it's more because I knew him well, and I can even say that Odile beat Osmahim against this Heriatium invasion.

What a strange story, Osmadra First Prince Askariya is a hit niece (...) to Odile.

The mother: Brunfroyde is, in other words, Odile's sister (...).

Of course, the very existence of a blood-connected bloodline is about the maidens of an extremely rare true knight.

The relationship between Odile and Brunfroyde becomes, in other words, as spiritual sisters (Srl).

Still, Brunfroyde, as a being who poured out his moves, his spirit and his love at all costs, was an irreplaceable sister, himself, united by a deeper bond than blood for Odile.

That is why there was Odile's disappointment and dismay when he learned of the fallen heavens of his sister - Brunfreude - who chose to live as a slave, not as a maiden of a true knight who honored only the blood muscles of a hero, but as a human wife.

Turn around, the outrage that has arisen from it is not as easy as it can be written down in letters and such.

The man whose sister met him, Osmahim.

When Odile descended into the land of Aram with anguish (every day) and fierce anger, Brunfreude of the day was no longer a human in the world.

Odile followed before Osmahim, who had repeatedly lived a liquor-soaked life while being struck by despair that darkened in front of him.

It wasn't just the hero who once made his name blow to the Western world as well as Alam who lay there without having to shave his beard... it was just a tired shell out in the world.

"Brun, is it? Me... No, you came to kill me."

That's the line Osmahim said to Odile, who poked him with a spear stone poke.

No matter how much he hated his opponent, Odile, who could not stab the intoxicated and fallen asleep opponent as the maiden of the true knight, wolfed violently at this time.

"Brun, oh, my Brun. Please don't remind me if I dream. If you're dreaming, just remember, kill me..."

Where has the relaxed attitude gone until then?

When Osmahim jumped up, he knelt beneath Odile's feet and wished for death.

"Are you mistaken for Brunfreude?"

It was at this time that hatred, anger and admiration arose in Odile's heart.

Even at this time Osmadra was a mighty military state, and the power of Osmahim sitting at its apex was remarkable.

After Brunfroyde's death, if we wanted to surround the woman, that would have been the only way we could have aligned the beautiful princesses among the beautiful princesses in a thousand units.

But what do you think?

In Osmahim's living room there's no woman's attention, not even that of her favorite little surname.

Osmahim didn't even come along as a dancer, a princess, or a musician to comfort boredom.

On the contrary, he begs for a death that remains a dream, mistaken for Brunfroyde of the day for Odile, who descended to avenge his sister.

Don't be ridiculous, the word probably best describes the heart of Odile at the time.

Firstly, the anger that my sister devoted her love, chastity, and whole life to such a heartless man.

Secondly, perplexity about the irrationality that if you give death while still being begged to do so, instead of revenge, it becomes salvation.

Thirdly, the humiliation that she remains mistaken by her sister Brunfroyde.

Especially as a true knight maiden, only the third case could ever be seen.

Though my sister, no, even more so because she is my sister, I couldn't bear to be projected a dead lover.

If at this time there was no fierce hatred of Osmahim, Brunfroyde's vengeance, in Odile's chest.

And if the admiration of Brunfreude in Osmahim has not remained so strong.

Maybe the history of future generations should have been different.

Odile felt an ever-blackening fountain of emotion gushing out in his sweet chest.

The dark desire to ruin this man and this country (or so) in a true way.

It was ostensibly made of anger and hatred for Osmahim, but the truth was that darker feelings were at the root.

That's jealousy.

He is jealous of a woman named Brunfroyde as a true knight's maiden.

Or maybe it was the emotion that Odile, a sister but still unable to find a companion as a hero, has always had at the bottom of that heart.

My younger, loving sister.

It could have been sadness.

It could have been an unemployed death.

But after that death, one man thought so far.

I even told the great king of the empire, who crowned the world, "If you dream, kill me before I wake you".

The dark thoughts came to fruition as a plan when a single portrait appeared in Osmahim's living room.

That first looked like a religious painting of the Western World Ixophone community.

Statue of the Virgin Mary and Son.

Common, and so famous motifs.

But this is the Aramaic area.

Muslims do not rejoice in idolatry.

Their Holy Mark (Holy Symbol) is said to represent the only god, Alam Ra, but not in fact the human form.

Just because it represents a winged human form doesn't actually engrave one human trait there.

Thus, such portraits are rarely seen in Aram either.

So, what is this?

This mixed-up painting of a daughter-in-law with a baby in her beloved cheek.

Odile needed a lot of time until he realized that was what Brunfroyde looked like.

"What is this..."

"Oh, Brun. It's my fault. Askariya... my... everything... my... it should be. Me and Brun's... that, should, what"

Keeping his consciousness clouded, Osmahim, kneeling, told him to groan.

In that one, Odile understood everything.

"Between man and man... and without reaching the Spirit of England, he kept his filthy flesh... and made a covenant," he said?

Silly, and now it was Odile's turn to groan.

No way, hold your mouth.

Because it couldn't have been possible.

No, I remembered.

No, I've heard of it.

Somewhere.

Someday.

That's a forbidden evil law.

A forbidden business of children between different races.

“Crazy old doctors”.

"No way, Xama et al..."

Did you make a deal?

The shock ran through Odile's brain marrow, beating him with a heavy hammer.

No way, my sister, was that beautiful and sober Brunfroyde... sacrificed to the desires of humans?

I can't get tired of falling into slavery, and he's “mad old doctors" for his inheritance desires - they conspired with those outsiders?

At this moment, Odile made up his mind.

Sort all the humans in this world, humans named humans, men of all races (...).

Choose, sift, test, and make the English spirit.

Other than that?

Eradicate it.

I don't need anything that's not a hero.

Eradicate a species called a dirty man, itself.

Only the great, the noble survive.

Hero or death?

For that, I'll use this man.

Use this country itself.

And Askariya.

Son of sin.

Omae, in the honor of my sister: Brunfroyde.

And therefore for the dignity of our true knightly maidens.

It must be cleansed.