Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Viscount Heinevale. Are you all right?"

When the cold wind blew down the soil and smoke that rose, there was a figure of Weitz on one knee.

Ernesto found the appearance of the Lord to serve, first of all, appeased.

Runs over when he realizes he's injured.

The man's wrapped (well) spilled (shaggy) suit was hook-ripped and his left arm dissolved without a scratch.

A strange smell pokes my nose.

The silver blade left by Rose Absolute in the center of the wound emits a blue and white light.

I called you captain while I was on duty, Mr. Ernest.

"Excuse me. Captain Weitz."

Bearing the pain, Weitz even makes room for a lady knight under the banner who has rushed through her.

With just a few seconds of offense, the sandy beach is dressed with craters, and the hilly areas of the meadows that follow it are stripped of topsoil and look as if they have been shelled.

The engagement was a landing operation that was a huge defeat on the part of the Moon Knights, but the knights' movements recovered from the confusion were quick.

With the exception of knights and squires who disappeared due to Ashley's unintentional strikes, Weitz himself, who led the squad, bore the deepest burden.

Shortly before Zion's unleashed "Rose Absolute" blew into a plasma turbulence, Weitz instinctively and continuously used Shadow Crossing.

A terrible load swept his whole body, causing dizziness (dizziness).

But even "Rose Absolute" chased Weitz, who threw herself on the side of the void and instantly tried to escape the blast.

The blood of the Earl of the Devil at night who has lived hundreds of years.

Weitz, intensely aware of his pride in that blood muscle - for the first time, he was genuinely scared.

But Weitz took the attack from his heart and his chills, holding his left hand instead of flattering him.

As a result, that saves Weitz's life.

It was a blade to the point of fitting into the child's palm.

As soon as possible, Weitz was attacked by emotions similar to heterogeneous pain and panic that he had never felt in his previous life.

Evil Sword Spoken to the Legend of the Night Devil: "Rose Absolute" showed tremendous power.

While the blade is being invaded, the Night Devil can seal any regenerative abilities.

Weitz feels like a bird being pulled off its wings and slapped to the ground.

Still, it was a willful and proud move to return a machete to his enemies: Theonzafir.

Captain, I will remove it now.

"Stop it, Mr. Ernest! Don't touch that blade!

Against the knight of the devil at night who guided himself, Weitz pressed down as he dripped ball-like fat from his forehead.

"So what do we do?

"Cut it off. From the roots, arms."

To Weitz's life, the knight, called Ernest, blinded.

Night Demon's loyalty to the superiors of his clan is absolutely near.

The hesitation (cunt) to harm its flesh was the same again.

However, sober judgment on the battlefield is also important as a knight's qualities.

Ernest was also part of Geiserlon's proud Knight Under the Moon.

Ernesto stood up, skipping the score.

"Okay, I'll come."

"Do it alone."

With a sharp exhalation, Ernest waved his sword down.

I'm guessing you're assuming a horse battle, a long sword with a single-edged reverse didn't flash its aim, chopping off his left arm entirely from Weitz's shoulder.

Kiri, Weitz's teeth rattled, and how the cut meat mass fell to the ground.

Weitz's right arm loses resistance to the "Rose Absolute" blade and burns instantly.

The roses aromatized vividly from the bright blue flames.

Terrible is the power of the Holy Sword to eradicate the flesh of the Night Devil by making only a fragment.

Weitz's flesh was illuminated to regenerate in the flame.

That was the only lethal blow to humanity, an arm amputation from the shoulder, but for Weitz, who belongs to the Advanced Night Demon, it would have been more dangerous to be continuously inhibited from regeneration by the residual blade of The Rose Absolute.

Meikiri, mortar and meat, bones, tendons, are newly built and restored.

Blood that was ejecting heavily from the wound instantly stopped the spill.

Only thirty seconds to complete reproduction of the epidermis.

This was the true pinnacle of the battle ability of a species called the Night Demon - a succession ability that could almost be called an anomaly.

Of course, not without wear and tear.

The building materials of their flesh are basically redeemed by the blood accumulated by the devil in their flesh at night.

One arm and a lot of bleeding - a complete reconstitution should have put the corresponding strain on Weitz.

But when Beautiful stood up without changing her complexion, she ripped her hook and sucked her own blood tide, which took off her jacket and her superior shirt, which was further tainted by the earthquake.

It is revealed in the snow where an even flesh descends.

As Ernesto walked over and removed his own scarf, he exposed the skin from the neck muscle of the dress to the chest to the outside air.

I look up at Weitz like I'm about to sue him.

Weitz responded head-on to Ernest's gaze.

One of the knights under the moon, who disappeared in flash after Ashley's first blow, was Ernest's husband.

And my dead husband is something I don't know, but Ernest and Weitz were in a close relationship.

As a ruling class, naturally, Weitz is also his wife.

Giving a neck muscle to the Night Devil is a courtship that even slaves don't hate.

"Redeem not with my blood."

Viscount - May the Weights wear out.

with hot, wet eyes, Ernest said.

Cheeks exhilarate, and the exhalation is white as a bounce.

Usually, the servants, boys and girls, are also the food they take the initiative to consume in these cases.

An existence that acts autonomously, but with absolute obedience to orders, "becomes the flesh of its master" at its own will.

But Ernest dared not make it Weitz, but instead tried to offer himself.

Was it the manifestation of my heart that I wanted Weitz to take the deceased husband?

Or was it the expectation that we could finally enter into a relationship with Weitz openly?

Or maybe it was both.

Other races would have seemed to have very incomprehensible and perverse feelings.

But in a way, this was the true expression of the qualities of a species called the Night Demon.

Or do you say that vengeance and treacherous carnal desire have something to go through somewhere?

The woman's eyes are moist and wet with a strong desire.

Weitz is not so innocent as to rightly question its sincerity.

Silent and sturdy answered.

As Weitz held Ernest's thin hips, he buried his fangs in his neck muscle and devoured the tide of blood as he wished.

Ernest's face, which should have been sacrificed by a strong bite in the throat and sucking blood, has an unparalleled look of pleasure.

The Night Devil was able to give his victims immense pleasure at the price of his servitude.

The ability to give not only the heart, but also the joy of the flesh, to serve, and to captivate the body and mind literally, is a characteristic acquired by the Night Demon to survive as a seed - like the venom of a serpent.

Lifting Ernest's flesh, Weitz sips (soothes) blood.

Ernest's flesh does not even take instinctive defensive action, even though the sound of canine teeth eating into his bones sounds like a gibberish, mekiri, and bone.

A sweet squeal leaked from the edge of his lips along with a bloody saliva.

Thighs rub against each other in the back of a skirt with long nightclub clothes.

Blood sucking wasn't that long.

The battle is still going on.

Weitz is not foolish enough to drain so much blood from the flesh of his precious power that he is useless.

"Your loyalty, your love as a woman, and your vengeance for your late husband - I did receive"

Finishing the act and supporting Ernest, Weitz whispers.

Oh, and Ernest exhaled as he crept into Weitz's chest plate, supported by his fluttering feet.

There are no more neck wounds.

But the memories of him giving his neck to Weitz became indelible traces and remained in Ernest's mind.

The squires at his feet shudder.

It was a change of clothes.

Ernest appealed to Weitz, who silently made him serve them and wrap his clothes around them.

"If you capture them, traitors: Theonzafir, you must add me to that torture."

"Let's promise. When you blame yourself for eternity, making you regret that you were born out. To give you that role, His Majesty."

"Thank you. Happiness. - Well, let's get right to it."

Weitz waved at Ernest's bloody words, no.

"I won't"

A stunner (just like that) appeared on Ernest's face.

"Why, why sooo!

"First, rebuild the system. Come on, this place can't handle the ingredients for that. You, too, fight with all your might in that drain."

Long, Ernest's expression took a risk.

Weitz has always felt that Ernest's face is only beautiful when he is burning in anger.

Laugh slowly, as you admire it.

"Its angry face, just like mine earlier, Ernest. But the first blow completely woke me up."

The grin was cruel, and therefore of the commander of a calm war.

"That long-range weapon that sniped at us -" Shivnir "- among those who name the Holy Knight of Extram, there must have been a user of it.

Gresnau Balaje, or something?

Though I have no experience of matchmaking, several knights under the moon keep a record of engagement.

If you think about the age of mankind, you or your son - a man probably caged (candled) by Theonzafir, you're lending a hand?

I don't know the ability of Shivnir to "focus", or even its jewelry, from past records of engagement alone, but the powerful attack capability I showed earlier is the opposite.

Because they can't trample the lives, lives, and cities of their cattle.

And their tactics are strange.

I want to provoke us, raise blood on our heads, and make sure we can't think about prey other than ourselves - I can feel that intention.

This, on the contrary, clearly shows that they have what they want to protect and that they want to keep us away from it.

What's more, why did they intercept us first?

This is the corner of our hatred: wasn't it the land of the Knights of Catel Hospital?

What happened to the elite spindle players who said there were ten of them?

Why don't you come out?

Run to the battlefield, kill, challenge us to fight?

There is always an intention in this.

Decipher there. "

Ernest sighs with admiration as he looks up at Weitz's face, who speaks pale.

Weitz was ruthless and cruel in nature, but it was also a must-have for a good commander in a way.

Frankly admit and correct your mistakes, finger errors, and further read and rewind the other finger.

Ernest's heart had already been eagled by Weitz's insight rubbed and cultivated on the battlefield.

A commander who can intoxicate his men is strong.

"So what are we going to do?

"Create and perform their most hateful situations. I mean, we don't get on their positive moves, and this one does the positive moves, causing confusion."

"How?

"Let's eat through the main battalion and make that indulgent dinner. The taste of blood would be better than wine"

Proceed to the capital of this island, the Catel.

"Then the Zionzafirs will have to follow us."

And their biggest weapons - the widespread attacks of "Shivnir" and "Rose Absolute" - will be sealed at that point.

"The main dish jumps in from the other side. We just have to wait for that arrival while we slowly eat the appetizer. Let's start, let's light a fire. Big fireplace. One city, you used livestock fat. Nothing's better than a winter fireplace."

Yeah, Ernest, you'd be thirsty too, wouldn't you?

Weitz said as I recall.

"They say this island is inherently a habitable climate for mankind. The" Dream "dissolved in the blood of the livestock that grew up there must taste wonderful"

Of young boys and girls, sweet throats.

The strength of a magnificent young man.

The vibrant incense of a clean maiden.

Heavy weight of magnificent blood on fat.

And the dead taste that only the old ones acquire.

There, the added bitterness of fear is the best accent.

About blood, Weitz says.

"They'll regret it. This should have been quiet, square and sword-sharing with us. Let me tell you, there's a lot of tricks to be done with cowardice."

Come on, let go of the dog of battle, Weitz commands.

The Lower Moon Knights begin their march.

As opposed to the direction in which Theon and Ashle escaped.

Nightmare night began.

All of a sudden, the sound of deafening (brazing) your ears presses your surroundings.

Billy and the atmosphere trembled.

Ashle's "Focus": The great energy that rips the atmosphere ejected by "Shivnir".

The sound produced by the passage of high heat sources.

Water vapor explosion immediately after.

And the expanded "Rose Absolute" plasma flame growl (like this) overlapped almost simultaneously.

If an official of the Pope's Office was looking out at the sea, but also on the night of the snowblowing storm, he would have realized that his identity was not a lightning strike, but a trigger for the energy flow that rolled into the island shadow.

For a moment, the snow clouds dripping over the top of the island were so bright and white.

"Oops, this is rude"

The Cardinal, who was gracefully enjoying a dark red wine with the scent of the island's specialty cigars in a silver goblet: Larn apologized to his attendants for being surprised by the roar and spilling the wine into his garments.

After a second bath in the water, Rahn attended a welcome feast while being invited by the Knights of Catel Hospital.

In the name of hospitality, the Knights Commander: It was an event in the middle of being monitored by Zabel and the Gretelist executives.

"Lightning strike, is it?

"If it's just words, it's harmless," Rahn said.

Until then, Rahn and Zabel exchanged words and expressed each other's opinions frankly, but the fruit of this was that neither of them trusted each other even earlier in their little fingers.

If you heard anything about the circumstances, you would have felt pain around your stomach that was forcing you to suffer from drinking down needles.

Lahn asked about the island's recent situation with ease and personal interest.

This inedible Cardinal is not only the head of the Pope's Office: Holy Relics Management Division, but also a literary man who sounded like a sound.

Even at this time, for the sake of a completely personal memoir, it is enough to have a full-time secretary write down a conversation at the table.

Even in this conclave - I must add that he was as much a man as he was counted as one of the most prominent candidates for the Pope's election.

It is the fall of Majesty VI and the birth of the new Girl Pope who came there.

How, though the niece of the previous Pope, no one could have thought of an eighteen-year-old maiden: Redamaria Cruz getting to its seat until the end of Conclave.

The upset that ran to the Knights of Catel Hospital is inexorable.

But this was the same for Larn.

Normally, the Pope, not to mention the oldest of the Cardinals of that time, has many examples of the elderly being chosen.

In other words, it is for that reason that there are many elderly people in the Pope, and thus rarely, such as those who have been in office for more than ten years, and there have also been instances in the past where they have died three months after the election of the Pope.

From epic age to old age, the Cardinals stand several chances of electing the Conclave-Pope.

But when Lahn reached seventy, which is already halfway through fifty, Redamaria was still thirty.

It's a woman's platter.

Now I can't joke and laugh off Rahn's words that I'll give up that possibility and stand up as a writer.

It is, of course, Zabel, who has begun as a monarch of Western countries with both one- and two-habits, committed himself to securing a trade line in timber, a munitions item from financing, to prestigious aristocracy, to the Shipping City State: the Musette Commercial Union, with Deedyam as its ally, and to his Pope's counterparts, who tend to be optimistic about the current situation.

He was, of course, discerning the blade of swordswallowing words hidden in a serene mask.

The two offenses were as if they were watching a brilliant sword match, as their main arm was nothing short of a bad diplomat or other opponent.

Avoid shooting each other in, taking, and attacking each other with a return poke (repost).

I antagonized - no, it was a game development of slightly better Xabel sides with arms that outweighed Lahn's advantage in shooting bold hands for winning with power with an old (barely) defense he didn't think of as a knight.

But the thunderous blow changed the flow.

Is it a lightning strike - is a modest way to ask.

Delayed by flashing and roaring, it is so shocking that the ground swayed.

"I fell, I wonder. This sound, the vibration."

Zabel, of course, was well aware that this was not a lightning strike.

The amount and quality of pre-information is different from that of Larn.

That the end of the war was opened somewhere on the island - and it turns out that the young Saint Knight: Ashle would have tapped into the grand moves.

Zabel was rather fond of the thoughtfulness of a boy knight who did not escape halfway through the measures and knocked his maximum strength into the fight without hesitation (cunt).

On the night of the blazing storm, a nearby lightning strike.

Even the large adult was in a trembling situation, and the lips behind Zabel's moustache became a snail of nature and laughter.

"That's the chief of the Knights of Catel Hospital, who is known for his bravery. Instead of moving, you're laughing."

Rahn pointed out, sharply discerning the change in Zabel's expression.

"Catel Island should have been a conservation site that sounded like a sound from ancient times. He said it used to be a historic resort where the emperors of Agantilis also visited each time.

If Alam hadn't expanded his forces, we in the Cardinals would have heard, as the Pope's offering, that the climate was so mild that we wanted to visit every year.

After all, if it is also the middle of winter, is severe weather like this common?

"No, the storm looks special tonight.

I have also been in this land for more than thirty years already as a knight, but this intensity is the first time.

It's just that on a stormy night, it's like before the war, it's a mind-boggling thing. "

Since the Knights of Catel Hospital were also a group that routinely engaged in piracy against the Alam forces, operations would not form if liver was cooled to the extent of a storm, Zabel said.

"Um, me, can I sit in the middle once and change my clothes?

In anticipation of when the two conversations would be interrupted, Gisele, escorting the Cardinal, offered modestly.

The aroma of wine was rising from the chest of the Apostle of the Holy Springs, who consolidated herself in the lady's attire and modus operandi.

An understated but open chest was wet in wine.

Rich breasts were seeping through the deep red outfit.

"Forgive me for my misconduct. I don't like thunder, and I'm... surprised."

I spilled it.

Gisele was playing the most rudely frightened goddess in front of the superior and blocking the conversation.

Oh, that, Zabel said.

Soon, let me get you a replacement, lady. and.

I mean, we saw a good opportunity for each other to move things around.

Larn nodded, too, hiding his mouth.

That was to bite off a laugh against Gisele's blatant cut up, but he disguised himself as drowsiness and suggested.

"It was an unfamiliar long journey, and I got tired, too. What do you think, Chief Zabel Knights? Kiri is also good. Tonight's feast, once in this, doesn't that mean it's open?

I must also treat the stain with red wine.

Even though it's red and inconspicuous, you can't leave the cardinal's clothes unclean.

Lane's words decided everything.

Of course, dressing and drowsiness are all convenient.

Each other's faction has finally begun to move.