Sanzen no Souru Supina

You can't be in plain clothes for a meeting with the Archbishop.

Ashle put her sleeves through the clothes she had put on since she came to Catel Island.

Because I was losing most of them when I fought Gran, which turned into an overload in Ignace.

When he healed his wounds and went to the tailor, Ashle was surprised to notice that he was growing taller and slightly physically fit but successful (by chance).

Speaking of which, I recall that my birthday was approaching, as it was then.

So, what do you say? Not really.

But I'm honestly happy for the warrior class that you're growing taller.

Though the chest plate felt thicker, I heard the dimensions from the master of the tailor and realized it.

Ashle's chosen costume is a deep blue-green stripe in beige.

The grape color (shrimp), which reduces saturation from the inside of the cut, peeks.

It is accented by the silverware on the edge and through the collar strap.

"You're a colored man."

Apparently, the tailor's husband was also satisfied with the finish.

The pants chose a dark color to take advantage of the brilliance of the jacket, but that seems to have been the only difference from my husband's taste.

By the way, my husband's recommendations were empty tights.

That would be correct for the court, but I am not ashamed of Ashley, a samurai.

Even a choice of this color would not have had the courage if Zion hadn't undertaken that it would definitely look good on me.

"Well, you don't look up to a man."

Get up to speed, meet him in the hall of the quarters, Theon said.

Above all, of course, as a man, I would have complimented Theon on his outfit.

But Ashley lost her words to the beauty of it.

Deep grape liquor coloured dress.

The leafy grape leaves on each end (often) provide a glimpse of the lining dyed with yamchiko (coutini) between it and a pure white blouse.

Of course, scarves are used in the same shades, all of which are embroidered (shrugged) with autumn grass.

The beautiful autumn mountain colors seemed to envelop Scion as they were.

And the only jewelry, that heavy silver crown, lit up the flames and was stained with oranges.

Ashle can only keep her mouth half open and watch Zion come down the stairs.

Forget to even breathe, be enchanted by one unforgivable beauty.

"What's up? You look like you're not here.

Even as Theon of the day came down in front of him, Ashle was at his best to spread his hands and show admiration.

"Oh, my God, did you just stop wearing empty tights?"

"If I had seen Theon's outfit first, it might have been different.... You really are a princess. I'm starting to feel like I'm not making up for it."

"I told you I set you apart from home, didn't I? It's yours now."

Ashley felt her chest narrow.

The fireplace flames in Zion's eyes.

Oh, and Ashley thinks. I think I love this human being.

There was a man who smashed through those two emotions.

"No, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It's hard to wear without a squire."

Ashle lost so much of her words (but in a different way than just now) to Isma's appearance as she emerged from the upstairs, and Zion leaned against her forehead and shook her head left and right.

It was a deep red costume.

Mountain blown jewellery, which would probably be pure gold, fills the top of the golden thread sewing.

The cape of the snail, which is only applied on the left hand side, is also deep red. Pants, tights.

There's a crown on his head like a joke, and he looks like a clown.

"No, no, no, no, really, it's going to take a lot of work, costume. Oh, princess, you're beautiful. That dress looks good on you. Ashley's a little plain, isn't she? Tights, can I borrow them? Oh, or isn't it the right length?"

"Sir, come here for a moment."

You must have seen Scion go back up the stairs and pull Isma's hand.

"Oh, uh, hime, wouldn't you be a little too aggressive, hey, uh, what, hey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Yay!! You kitelette pervert Phantom!!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, as a king, don't show me the difference in character."

"I guess your country is doomed!! Ha, ho, give me that perverted costume!!

"Oh, uh, hey, no, that, no, uh, Mom, Ma, Marn"

Ashle listened upstairs to the screams of Isma, who could be heard from now on without the intense sound of things.

It is the sound of Isma's sense being crushed by Zion's relentless damnation.

How long would I have waited?

Izma's outfit, which came down after a while, had been transformed into something based on black.

Pants in tunic with characteristic vertical braids.

The massive golden scalloped brooch has a chic glow.

Instead, the shirt peeks through the hands, feet and neck muscles are colorful horizontal stripes - earthspider designs.

The crown is also an old-fashioned golden thing that Ashle saw one day.

"Wouldn't it be a little too plain ~"

"What, are you unhappy with my choice?

"And that's outrageous, but, hey, this is what you call appealing ~. Isma's beautiful charm (Miliki) ~. The crown is too old for this too ~"

"Isma, the outfit, the adult charm."

Ashley honestly felt that way, not that it was a lie from her mouth.

Hmm, and Ashley's frank opinion makes Isma raise one eyebrow in the way that it's not too sloppy.

"Put on this scarf for the finish."

Isma wraps around a scarf embroidered with colorful beetles to see where it was removed from.

Tingling, Shion's eyebrows moved, but the expression appeared, "I don't mind the extent of it."

The reception of Dashka Marier, who had arrived for some time, was a carriage with cabin that must have distracted me from the poor footing.

The three got on with it and went to the talks.

"To put it straightforward, the IRIS capsule would have gone a long way if it had not been treated like this."

said Dashkamarier in an undressed condition on his teeth.

The content of the talks was about Iris as a mother, as it was in the letter.

There are a number of conference rooms for the Knights of Catel Hospital, but many of them are made rigid in quality, just to be battle commands in time of war.

After tea and snacks to warm the body are behaved, they are locked so that they are not even served.

Only the three Ashlets and Archbishop Dashkamarie Yajas and Norman as escorts are on this occasion.

Ashley understood the importance of this talks with that mighty "Focus" already on both Norman's arms, the weapon that appeared to be the prosthetic hand in command of the power of extinction: "Arman".

"The archbishop says to the child in the womb of Illis that it is due to this."

"Think so, first of all, for sure. I have heard the story of it from Iris, and I know it already.

In her womb are two Focuses, two Daughters, and a child of the Coming King: the Nerd that Gran desired. "

In response to Ashle's question, Dashkamarier answered with perseverance.

"And Ashledau Balaje, that you were forced to be his father,"

That was tough, and Dashka Marie is ashley.

Yet, behind the words, from the look of Dashkamarier, dressed in the archbishop's coat of law and covered in silver masks, sincerity is elusive.

Thin silver purple eyes of pigment stare at Ashley.

Ashley feels like she's being tried.

Don't be cowardly, Ashley thinks.

"Hard, I never thought. Even if that's the fate that forced someone to do it, I don't think it's closed until the road to get over it."

Besides, it doesn't mean anyone's bad about anything that happened in that case.

Ashle answered with her spine extended.

Dashkamarier did his hand to his mouth as he was impressed, then pointed back at Ashle.

"I admire that word, it's from your heart. And it is precisely this problem that“ evil ”does not intervene. No, I can say it's more troublesome because I won't"

Dashkamarier took a sip of tea, then said.

"I say knowingly that I might buy anger from a misunderstanding. Ashledau, now, if we abandon Illis, maybe we can settle (...) that fate that you were forced to bear?

Ashle looked at Dashkamarier's face from the front and waited until the words had thoroughly stained her flesh and heart.

Then I never asked again what my intentions were.

Don't you dare be rude in returning a question with a question.

"I dare you, knowing that there is no reason for me to abandon them - Illis, to ask them that."

"If you open the lid, it may be a bucket that you will no longer even be able to seal, young Holy Knight. You and your beloved daughter, the Son of Destiny, born in the days of Illis."

In response to Ashley's question, Dashkamarier also answers the spine correctly.

Ashley was convinced that he was ready to be asked.

Dashkamarier's point is clearly correct.

It can't be just a fetus that Illis is still in shape.

Two mighty Focuses: Dextrus and Paragram - and more importantly, a child (...) orchestrated by countless unnamed Threads.

It may not be human. No, I wouldn't be a human.

That's why, right now, Illis is putting himself at risk.

"If, when it was, it was" a being that should not be born out of this world, "what would your lord do, Ashledau?

Until then, Dashkamarier, who had called you Kimi, immediately understood your lord, and what he meant by changing his words.

As a principality, he said he was asked to state his position as a knight, his readiness.

Dashkamarier fears that the "enemy” of this world is about to be born.

I wonder if the goodwill to help Iris as a mother - is leading to the creation of a mighty threat (today) to humanity.

How does Omae take responsibility then?

"Take responsibility as a father... let's discuss"

Pale, but surely Ashley ran out of words.

And go on.

"But kids are what they grow up to be. Teach and learn from your parents, from the people around you, from the environment. Without that effort, I can't see it as an enemy."

Maybe it's too sweet an idea.

But the words were unmistakably Ashley's true intentions.

"Young. And - That's Sweet"

Dashkamarier praised the cold.

Ashley thinks you're right.

That's why I wasn't willing to translate.

How much I would have done that.

In front of Ashle, who stared back at Dashkamarier silently, his red glossy lips became a snail of laughter, as the sunlit frost melted.

"But let's bet on that determination."

Is that good? and Dashkamarier asks Norman, who sighs by moving only that iron skin.

Whatever you want, that means.

"My Lord Knight is also saying oh. I promise to do my best."

Ashle, who had anticipated strong opposition since the time of the interview, was surprised by Dashkamarier's unexpected reaction.

"What's up, Holy Knight? You look like you're missing something.

I panic and squeeze my face tight but it's too late.

"As a commander, not yet. Well, a man who can give me so many opinions straight. At that age, masters of belly art may become too fine to hate on the contrary."

Look, and the water is pointed, and Norman distorts his mouth. I smiled bitterly.

"Um... why, is that?

"Why, what?

"Why... did you decide to help Iris and Bob's child, knowing you were forced to do it by The Nerd?

"It was a decision to help, as far as I'm concerned. But before I do, I wanted to hear your opinion, your determination. If you're a man with a kick in the ass, I thought I'd give you a kick."

Hiccup, he slams up his coat and shows off his horribly high heeled shoes, says Dashkamarier.

Maybe he's an unexpectedly casual person, Ashley and others think.

"If you answer the question more strictly, why help, because I am a member of the Knights of Catel Hospital.

We do not have the mentality to easily see those who are in distress and are likely to survive.

Do your best. That's us, the hospital knights. "

And Dashkamarier continues.

"And our Greater sect is the only one who has been granted a wife's belt by the Pope's Office. There is no way we can allow a child who is the result of the business of men and women to be considered an“ enemy ”by mere speculation and speculation. Besides, Ashledau... I'm a woman myself, right?

Ashle felt it, as a light back shoots from Dashkamarier, who assures him as he hands on his own lower abdomen.

"Hey, you got a minute?

Until then, Isma raised her hand, watching the trend of talks in silence.

Go ahead, and Dashkamarier refers to Isma.

"I said I'd help. What exactly are we going to do? Your belly child, the child of destiny, is putting Iris in danger, isn't it? Is that something you can handle with drugs and nursing?

It won't, Isma asked in an additional questionable statement.

"That phase has already passed. More radical action will be required. And as soon as possible."

Dashkamarier answers.

"What do you mean?

"Right now, the pain of attacking Illis is caused by the inability of the body to keep up with the too abrupt changes the fetus seeks and urges"

"Should I think of it as a tighter one of growth pain?

"You must be experiencing pain all over your body that will tear you apart. Your whole body will have heat and feel like it's coming from the inside out. Or fear that you will be replaced by something else."

Izma, in its expression, had remembered the end (first) of Nahatwerg, the Knight of the Expatriate, once seen at the bottom of the royal tomb of Ignaş.

The flesh of Nahat, misused and infused with the Nerd by Dextras, came to fruition with a second and unseen ugly bucket.

Whatever the difference in degree, Isma fears that similar things are going on.

Of course, it wasn't Isma like doing something to mouth it though.

"Can you cure that?

"No, it's not even a cure. Rather, it will widen the gap between children and mothers who wish to be born. That's dangerous."

"Well, it's one thing already, isn't it? Suppose you help both mother and child."

Dashkamarie looked ahead to Isma, who would surely ask.

"My earthspider friend, you almost know that."

Anyway, he undertook, and Dashkamarier nodded.

"Well, you're right - we're going to replace the flesh of England."