Sanzen no Souru Supina

In the dining room where Isma had left, Ashle spent some time in flashes.

Until the second cup of Kahua, which Illis turned back on, came out in front of him, Ashley watched Isma's exit from the dining room at her own loss.

"Go ahead."

Aroma rising from the cup gave Ashle a sense of realism back.

"It seems like a lot of things, things I can't talk about - because I've been fighting for hundreds of years."

As you might assume, Illis taught me.

"I need to restore my health, that's not the only word I said to Ashley, I'm sure. Isma herself should be quite worn out. So don't rush."

"No, I... just"

Ashley swallowed the words that went on.

Iris is right in pointing out whatever Ashle's own thoughts and thoughts may be.

The depletion of the flesh is also the depletion of the spirit.

Isma can't talk to Ashley, who still lacks the toughness of thought.

That, at the same time, represented Isma's own wear and tear.

First of all, it sucks to talk about an important case at a time like this.

Let's re-compartmentalize, that's what Ashley meant. Ashley recaptured Isma's words.

"Heh heh, still, the place to plunder a couple of them is Isma"

Speaking of which, the amount of confectionery is indeed decreasing.

The needle that had been struck had also somehow been pulled out.

Sounds like a loose Isma.

Ha-ha-ha, Ashle felt the smile of Ilis smiling fluffily and mouthing the cup of cahua staining the rough spot of her heart.

True, I'm tired, and that's the first time I know that.

Evidence of mental exhaustion and impending malaise.

"Speaking of which, I'd love to have Scion eat this treat too... you haven't met him since then, have you? I don't know if I see you in the back, but I lost you right away."

Ashley accidentally blew out at the rude remark of not only Illis and others that this today, too, could not fish out Scion under the pretext of Ashley's euphoric celebration.

The idea of preparing sweet treats to fish out the Devil's Duchess at night will surely be unprecedented.

Haha, and Ashley laughed.

I was delighted with the care of Illis and cried with laughter.

Hehe, and Iris laughed, and entrusted Ashley with a few of the sweets.

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"Not me, but Ashley might be able to catch it."

Hearing the name of Zion, Ashle remembered that love solicits.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen him once since I woke up.

I've always felt close.

No, it's because I feel too close.

It's as if she's become a part of herself.

Things Weird relief, peace of mind was in my chest if only about Scion.

I wonder if this is the one called trust, Ashley laughed.

Yet when I told him to take a treat and go find Scion, Iris became suspiciously behaved.

I asked him to come with me, but he refused.

I have made it hard to imagine that a terrible struggle was waged, such as a battle over my real wife while I slept, but I can't feel any hostility like that from the attitude of England.

Rather, it was a compassionate word and deed that guided Theon.

"So Ashley asked me to go alone for you," he asked.

So he finally realized that Ashley had been suggested by Iris to "look for Zion" far away.

Just kidding. Iris said, but Ashle became anxious to begin by understanding the serial signs hidden behind it.

Then I wandered all day looking for Zion.

I forgot to eat and walked around the unsolicited people of Katel Island.

Most of all, I could only go out with the treatment center and the church that accompanied it, the dormitory and its garden, and then the mountain on the back.

Sometimes I had palpitations and dizziness (dizziness).

Naturally. Sick. It is not at this state of affairs.

Still, Ashley didn't stop looking.

Gecko Boots, who remained borrowed, came in handy.

No, walking on the wall, that doesn't mean.

It was purely easy to walk.

At last, it's night.

I guess you could have been careful.

Neither Iris nor Isma came to get Ashley around dinner time.

I noticed where I walked and it was coming out on the top of the mountain.

I was obsessed with climbing close to a thousand meters.

That's where it became like a platform, and in fact, it might have been used to observe the stars.

The autumn breeze smudges on the sweat that snubbed me.

The moon we climbed together was watching Ashley.

And I thought Ashley saw a shadow there.

Then the object jumped.

It was hilarity.

Pep, and Hilari taste each other as if they were benevolent to Ashley's temperature.

The white soft hair on the neck muscle, more importantly the elegance and rose scent emanating from the whole body, is unmistakable.

Ashle stroked a bat tucked in her chest.

I scratched. Nothing, gently.

If Hilari was safe, there was no doubt that Zion was safe.

At the same time as the relief, he was attacked by an irresistible cut.

Then why aren't you here to see me?

I wanted to see your face. I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to hold her, check her temperature, check her smell.

I want to see you, I snapped.

Ashle was unaware that her fingers were stroking Hilari's neck, as she glanced through her memories.

It was then that a tiny scream arose.

Behind you. Nearby.

I tried to look back, but I felt like hitting him.

"Kuck, I told you the neck muscles are particularly sensitive, you big fool!

Suddenly I was scolded, without even looking at my face.

With a sudden anger that coincided with happiness, Ashley was confused.

I had feelings like an explosion.

I tasted the feeling of blood boiling.

There was someone's temperature on Ashley's back.

The wind carried the scent of roses.

It was Scion.

"Ku, this isn't ruining a close plan, you hilarious bastard"

Theon, who could only hear his voice, hit Hilary eight times.

Ka-chan, and Ashley came.

It's a mistake to hit Hilary.

He stroked Hilary's neck, which frightened him.

Stronger and longer than just now.

"Mm-hmm!!"

Ashle ignores the screams that desperately pushed her voice to death.

When I stroke him under his throat with the belly of his finger, Hilari unties his strengths and gives him a tranced look.

Five, ten, thirty seconds, the screams continued, but Ashley didn't stop.

Unwilling, I learned that Zion was coming to my legs, but still.

I was going to stop as soon as I apologized, but there were no words of apology.

I also synergized my anger at the fact that I searched around and you didn't come out.

Theon looked like he couldn't stand without depositing his entire weight with Ashle anymore.

And yet I didn't surrender.

You're a strong princess, Ashley thinks.

It was the moment when I looked back and tried to hug him.

"No, not yet, no!

Rejected. Shortly after I said something, they tangled my fingers.

Thin fingers, small hands.

It felt like I was touching a peeled boiled egg, unlike my scratchy fingers.

"Let me explain. Let me explain."

Theon got back to back.

Ashle obeyed silently.

Scion was flimsy and found that his knee was about to fall out at times.

Ashle was attacked by guilt.

I was too mean to anything at all.

I wanted to give him a hug and an easy posture.

At the very least, I wish I could have sat down somewhere, but I really hear Theon is obsessed with this attitude.

The heart of Zion was told that it cannot be compared to the face until it had passed through the muscles.

"Oh yeah - how are you?

Theon asked in a long time.

The rough breath looked strangely lustrous, and Ashle sweated on her palms.

"Thanks to you. It's scratchy, but I'm alive, and I'm happy with the five bodies. I was like a mummy man until morning, but now Norman is worse."

"- It's not"

Theon denied Ashle's answer out of his mind.

"That was dead. No, once, dead. Five bodies were not satisfied either. The right arm, which became the energy reflux conductor from" Shivnir ", had a surface carbide.

Dragon Skin Cage Hand: Without "Garang Dara," I would have wiped it off to my shoulder.

My lungs and heart were ruptured, my ribs were exploding with an outer opening, and my nerve net was a bump with shock "

Uh, and Ashley doubted his ears. That's not a level of serious injury. Immediate death toll, as Theon said.

No matter how much "spindle" is a force that can change fate, in the normal range of moves, that wound cannot be healed. You can't save a disappearing life.

Even if it is possible, it will require a huge price.

For example, the life of the healer itself.

"What do you mean?"

"Like I said, Ashley. He died once."

"He's alive."

Bluffing, Ashle felt Zion's hand trembling strongly.

No, it's not just the hands that are shaking. It was all over me.

"There are those who have been disconnected, let's make up our minds!

"A miracle."

I meant to say it as lightly as possible.

But I couldn't.

I felt sorry for myself for not being able to do it as well as Isma did, and Ashle wept.

"It's not a miracle. Foreign law."

"... even if it's a foreign law, it's not about the price you pay. I appreciate it. Until he paid the price, until he dyed himself into the law, until he helped me."

"Even if you think it's done with the outside world."

"... I wonder who, Theon, if you know it, I want you to tell me. I want to thank that human."

And the liquid pounded on the cobblestone.

Tears that conveyed Theon's cheeks, the sound of falling.

That never stopped.

"Idiots, such as those who know how to replace human beings with out-of-the-world objects, can't say goodbye to the world! Not to mention those who use it and make it happen!

Ha, ha, and Ashle hears a rough exhale behind her back.

Not to mention, of all my companions, such an outward path should not be oozed.

Theon shouted.

"Who is there? Who else, except Princess of the Night Devil: Theonzafir, thinks it can be accomplished?"

Give me that, give me that, give me the bucket...

Tell him that much, and Theon bites to death with a desperate cry.

That must not be allowed to happen.

Tears must not forgive you.

Conversely, Ashley was calm.

Surprisingly myself.

"So, am I now, Night Demon? Is this your family?

"No - it's not. Could be worse."

"Theon, this is out of pure intellectual curiosity. Tell me, how did you regenerate my damaged body without turning it into a night demon? How did you connect my life?

Ashle was aware of the scars running vertically to her own nakedness.

I see, I've never seen an incision, a suture mark as big as this.

But once he was dead, he was convinced.

I found out that the signs of Zion were in my hands.

My back teeth were ringing behind my trembling lips.

It was the limit.

Ashley looks back forcefully.

I embraced Zion, who was about to fall in.

Theon said, as he was pushed on the back.

Bury your face in Ashley's chest.

"Wow, he poured out my gut. I made up for that lost heart with mine. And the pulmonary cord. And blood."

"Well, then, you."

Ashley turned blue.

This means that Ashle will now be a hybrid of humans and night demons, a synthetic human with joints.

I don't know how that was possible.

I don't know, but Ashley is alive now.

So, that's good.

But what happens to Scion, who provided me with organs?

If Zion had thrown his life out for himself, that was the reason Ashle would not have been able to repent, even if he had.

And yet, Theon is there. Right in front of me, like this.

"Hey, for some reason, I'm putting my life to shame"

Isma says it's a dimensional torsional dimer.

He said it was a creature that shared parts of its organs and existed.

So it seems that I have no heart right now.

"I hear a heartbeat when I hit my ear. This heart sounds exactly like Ashley's."

There are moves to create a complete separate body in the depths of alien powers.

Perhaps it's the application.

"In other words, we have become the living beings of another human being, of another human being."

My complete death is to your death.

I don't know what will happen to your death.

I don't know if the thread will remain intact all the time or if it will be broken.

Perhaps we can stay stable in this state for how long.

Most of all, Isma says, if you take the heart out of your chest, I will surely be the only one who can help.

"I'm not saying forgive me...... just live. Anything else, I don't want."

You don't have to love me. I don't mind being scorned. It's natural to be neglected.

Ashley realized for the first time at this time that she was dressed as Zion, who wept and stared at Ashley and pleaded.

The long dark hair, usually summed up on the top of his head, was lowered.

There was no crown, the line wrapped (well) in simple but hand-woven lace weave white nightclub clothes.

He was defenseless with his shoulders and legs peeled out.

Choker wrapped around his neck was the only accessory.

It was a spilled (shaved) product with embroidered grapes.

"You look great."

said Ashley, holding it close.

The moon shades in the clouds as expected.

"But I don't want a man other than me to see me. I don't want to show you."

Ashley said.

I didn't think you were such a highly exclusive man. Embarrassing. That's what I confessed.

Oh, oh, and Scion trembled.

Because Ashley didn't say one thing about her condition, and she didn't even conjure Zion, and she sweetened everything.

Uncomfortable, Theon cried.

"I don't know what to do, I don't know how to do it, I don't know what to do -"

Shivering, Ashle silently took Sion's monologue, which she said, rattling the roots of her teeth.

"I don't know what to offer instead, because I already belong to Ashley - and I finally know how painful Iris was - and so, this is all I have left"

This? Ashle heard the tears of Zion crying like a girl, with her lips softly removed. Then I noticed.

to the meaning of the choker. This is not an ornament.

It's a gifted ribbon.

"The marriage of the Night Devils is bound by ascertaining the blood of each other's necks. It's an old-fashioned custom that's almost gone..."

The princess of the devil at night, to be brought to the oldest blood, was the one who inherited that tradition.

"Those who drink that blood can experience their dreams. each other can become the owners of each other. Even memories dissolved in that blood."

I thought it was only natural to abandon them because of the too subversive, cruel and slutty ritual of peeking into their memories.

I thought it was natural to be abandoned because I didn't think of humans as humans.

"But... you didn't."

I can offer, no, I just didn't meet enough people to want to offer. The previous royalties.

That's why it was abandoned.

"Take it, will you?"

Trembling fingers lead it to Ashle's neck muscle.

"Conditional"

Ashle said, making sure the choker touched his skin.

Theon waited still.

"I want you to take it, too."

Theon opened his eyes so wide that he might spill them.

Then I took an oath.

"Either return to the ashes, until that day"

Instead of you.

each other.

Until the end.

"A lot. Well, it's what made me look like a baker."

Norman's expression, with his hips down on his bench, is hard to read because of burn marks.

When I get alarmed, unconscious tears drip from my right eye.

Even so, the symptoms improved a lot.

When he got out of Frama's drifting temple, he was full of creation, his right eye burned like an eyeball grill, and the surface was cloudy.

Without proper treatment for Isma and Iris, it was a wound that would have lost every eyeball rather than blindness.

The woman preparing the tea in the equipped kitchen is the opponent who should serve, Archbishop of Catel Island: Dashkamarier.

By the way, Norman can't look directly at that figure.

Dash Camarie, who wears a short piece of length into her room, is stretching out and choosing tea leaves, but thanks to it, her legs are too dazzling for what she very much doesn't think they were thirty years ago. Eye poison.

Though Park Min-Jen, Norman doesn't involve being a man either.

Even lust is natural.

"Under the Archbishop, the..."

"Uh, hey, come on, but I don't want to be around here... you know, living alone loads things up whatever you want... Wow"

About, the leaning medicine bottle moved the big guy next door.

The scaffold pedestal loses balance and Dashkamarier falls.

Heavy glass bottles filled with herbs fall from its top.

Direct hit course to the head. It was dangerous.

My body reacted. Full reflex.

I didn't have time to think about it.

A body stacked with workouts broke in between Dashkamarier and the medicine bottle at the rate of thunder.

Instead, the medicine bottle hits Norman hard.

In some cases, crack...

Dashkamarier was watching a miracle.

Norman's back was taking the medicine bottle.

Precisely the controlled spine and the "spindle" energy flexed there were accepting the medicine bottle like feathers.

And then Dashkamarie herself.

Fluffy and landed slowly as if an invisible cushion had been appreciated there.

"Are you all right? Under the Archbishop."

Dashkamarier palpitated to Norman, who naturally asked.

I was grateful that the silver mask covered me up to my cheek.

I didn't want to be seen blushing like a little girl.

"I'll thank you. My knight, Norman."

"Give me the bottle."

I don't need to be told. Dashkamarier held a large bottle of medicine.

The bottle didn't even touch Norman, to be exact.

Dashkamarier knows how much the bandage-ridden flesh has ever been hurt by a wound that has sheltered humans.

Perhaps that's how Norman dies while sheltering humans.

As a knight, it may be the main hope. As if they were the ideal knights to come out to the hero Tan.

But the men may be content with it, but the hero Tan does not write about the lamentations of the women left behind and the aftermath.

Do you think it's just women who can survive the death of a man you love?

Dashkamarier thinks Norman needs to create a world where he can protect humans.

"Because they won't let you back?

I guess you don't even know the thoughts in Dashkamarier's chest. Norman asked.

Park Min-jin, and Dashka Marie lift her eyebrows.

I don't see the look on this one either. So much so that I could see the eyes getting tighter.

"Put it back. Just... hey, don't be afraid. What about earlier? I'm still afraid of shoes with high heels."

Dashkamarier pointed underfoot.

As a woman, she is long and tends to give the impression that she is prestigious and sturdy around her, but only the neighbors know that she is not.

That Dashkamarier as Archbishop, whatever his chest is, is made up of repeated and tearful training in posture and speaking in order to push his below-average back length up with high heels and preserve his majesty as a mentor.

holding the bottle and comparing it to a fallen pedestal, Dashkamarier said.

If there was an arm, Norman would have returned it to its original position without saying anything.

But no, Norman's arms don't have prostheses.

Only the junction, which is the base, and the bone-like shaft peek.

Holy Relics: Because of its too powerful destructive power, "Arman" was often sealed in the back of the chapel in times of war and outside of holy service.

The bulkhead, which can only be opened with the approval of both the Archbishop and the Knights Commander, guards it.

Besides, the prosthetic arm was in the way of treating the burns.

Let me borrow your shoulder.

Norman knelt down and showed him with his left arm spread out only half way.

This... Dashkamarier got upset like a princess knelt by a knight.

You mean sit back?

"This is it, okay?

"Hold on tight. Hold my head."

I'll stand, Norman said, lifting Dashkamarier with him on his shoulder.

"Norman! It cripples the wound!

"I'm fine. I'm much better off than I am injured."

Also, Dashkamarier's chest hurts because of what he says in a natural tone.

The landscape from Norman's shoulder looked so unusual that it didn't seem like the same room as before.

"Wow, looks like another room with just a change of perspective. You mean you can't do it alone, or you can do it alone?"

I'm sure the world will, too, Dashkamarier snapped.

I returned the medicine bottle and went down looking for the tea leaves I was looking for.

I lit tea and worked Norman.

"First of all... I said this in an official setting... thank you for your hard work in the performance of your sacrament"

"It's an honor to compliment you."

You just broke your promise to me.

"? I left alive, though?

"Safe! I said go home safely. I'm such a mummy man. Whoa!

Uh, and Norman thought back.

It could indeed have been. I wanted to drink tea and cloud the field, but now Norman has no arms.

Then Dashkamarier took the teacup like he was ahead of the thought.

With that said, there's only one pair of cups?

Then Dashkamarier carried it in his own mouth.

Norman became in the mood for subtle harassment.

"Um, fine. For the most part, it's the tea on your body that's hot, but you can't drink it."

What? I think the cup was offered shortly.

Dashka Marier leans over.

Norman lay down and asked.

He said, "I'll give you a drink."

No, it was, and Norman was stiff.

"What, no way, no?

Dashkamarier said in a wounded manner, no, it wasn't, and Norman sweated.

"Then don't hesitate. Drink."

Norman was bewildered by the kind of tension he had never experienced before.

She asked me if it was good. I didn't know what it tasted like, but I gave it back.

Hmm, and Dashkamarier snorted.

Drink tea from the same vessel.

"I still need to know a little more about you."

That's what I thought. Why not. Norman remembers chest noise.

Because Dashka Marier's eyes smiled like a prank.

"As soon as I get back, Norman, I'll get you to work."

instantly back to the cold archbishop's face, Dashkamarier said.

Norman turned to Dashkamarier.

"Giving Holy Duty"

"Whatever."

Normally, it was an unlikely order, but the clergy had an obligation to submit to the superior.

"Come over here."

"What?"

I didn't know what I meant by what I was told, and Norman was confused.

What do you mean? One more time, I asked.

"Come over here, I said. Right here."

I won't tell you three times.

Or do you like being ordered?

If that's the case, I'll say it again, and Dashkamarier chilled out.

"Take my care," he said. It will also be difficult to live every day in that state. "

"Ah, no, there's enough treatment in the treatment center and generous nursing..."

"I, Archbishop: Dashkamarie Yajas, have decided that it is not enough to support the Knights of the Catel Hospital," he says.

"Uh-huh."

There was an unexpected strange voice. It was Isma's habit.

What, dissatisfied, Dashkamarier said.

"In addition, as you call me Dashka in the future, If there seems to be a problem with control, it may be limited to just the two of you."

You look unhappy, Dashka said.

No, uh, what the hell is this assignment? Even that's just Norman, this makes me suspicious of behavior.

"Twenty-four hours, I want you to keep my perimeter tight. Please, it's okay."

Sometimes like that just now. Dashka said with her hands on her chest.

"At that price, I will take on all your inconveniences. I swear to you, I will meet every demand with dedication."

If you're dissatisfied, tell me.

Dashka's eyes said out of the blue that he would know what devotion meant.

"Or was that night... that... a game?

I want booze, Norman thought. I wanted to be back and forth unconscious.

That was six months ago, before I went to the sacrament.

Halfway through that day, Norman had been caught in Dashkamarier's chamber, like a plot (every single one).

But the thought was blown away by the words inherited by Dashkamarier, who laughed like a prank.

"The Holy Knight: Hiding Ashledau, and welcoming a king of two races, arguably the enemy of humanity, and more importantly the granddaughter of the Coming King and the Son of Destiny who dwelt in his belly, will put me and the Knights of Catel Hospital, including me, not to mention, in the greatest branch of history to date.

Much more than in those days when we once lost our stronghold in Hya Ilem and became the Knights of the Vagrant. "

I am not so far away and subject to conspiracy and assassination.

"I want you to stay with me then. Because if you end up half-witted, you'll die without hesitation."

That being said, Dashkamarier's tone was completely different from that of earlier, even though his calmness was the same.

"Give me your life."

Instead, I offer you all of mine.

"We, the Knights of Catel Hospital, have secretly wished and continued to work to fulfill, the great aspirational achievement is near"

To help the birth of him that can save this rough world.

He wants to be the cornerstone.

Norman, and Dashka give themselves even more.

Norman felt it lay on her own hands long after it had been lost.

"Remember when we met in that plague village?

About the day your wife got sick and had to cut off both of your arms.

I was only a little girl, not even a priest.

Many sacrifices were also made by the Knights of Catel Hospital, who received the sacrament and headed for the banishment of the plague and disease and the salvation of the people.

Do you remember that I, the little girl who was abandoned by my lord and by the Church, who took my beloved wife and son by the sickness, and you seemed like a loose shell, and who did not know properly about the world and so on, swore irresponsibly?

Nevertheless, let us wipe this tragedy from this world.

"Let me fulfill my promise that day"

Dashkamarier's thin pigmented eyes were looking at Norman.

Norman trembles like he suffered from a fever.

Dashka softly overlaps his own on its cracked, trembling lips.

Neither from either side, tears fell.

"Let no one else, we will."

Dashka's silver mask made a tiny noise.

"I can see it. The birth of a great king. The birth of the one who can guide the world, the moment."

Will you come with me?

Norman nodded.

but, and somewhere far away, there was a bite of fate's gear.