Sanzen no Souru Supina

Front assault, Zion said, but tactically Ashle practiced the most effective operational method of assault cavalry breaking through the enemy's flank as an ambush.

Originally a tactic of war to crush enemy fronts with breakthroughs caused by horizontal rows of horseback assaults, the cavalry has only two horsemen. Only one of them is equipped with a spear.

The model answer at the Academy would be that it is still suspicious how much influence it can have on the battlefield.

Except that's if the spear was just a cavalry spear.

They were exceptions during the exception.

First of all, Ashle's carrying spear was the ancient superweapon: Shivnir.

And it was the characteristics of Shivnir that made the most of its power in a situation like this, where it cut itself into the enemy formation.

Ashle emitted the first shot with a critical effective range.

The roar and flash burn the world, and the straight stretching light strip devours the bellies of the enemy formation.

Later the shockwave chases after the light strip and blows up the army of the deceased.

A wall of ultrasonic air scattered rotten (just) meat, drawn (one) bone and rusty iron, beating them to the point of no complete skin (kamp).

And right after that, a cavalry ran through the sunlight.

Its tips poke and penetrate the flank of a gloomy siege weapon that combines the bones of several species of animals.

- Cross Bain Fire Drakes.

It was an assault technique.

A siege weapon falls to the ground when the sound of a tree falls.

There stood a tornado of rose (bulb) scent.

From behind Izma, who was running his eyes blood and clutching his cheeks, and chasing Ashle's back, Theon threw himself as he did on the back.

Who would believe that's part of the sword moves, etc.

He seemed like an elegant dance princess, even to strip a roll of cloth.

Moments ago, the world bloomed with silver and red vibrancy.

Boom, and the atmosphere roars.

Theon unleashed the power of Rose Absolute. Plasmatic Argent. A blade that flies from the pattern destroys the center of the enemy.

A silver blade coupled (combined) with an electromagnetic net stormed, dragging the enemy in like a powerful low barometer.

The Holy Sword crushes the deceased dragged into the attack area.

It gives no time to regenerate, turning the deceased into one blue fire column after another.

Still, the enemy was overwhelming.

Perhaps the total number would have slightly exceeded 1000.

Ashle also suffered a few hand injuries, and rightly so, even Scion, which should have been the case.

However, as the noble species of the Night Devil, most wounds have the power to regenerate instantly.

Isma was said to have been shaken off by a ride along the way, but rolled into the bush and was miraculously intact.

The most serious was the Vitrion.

Two chased arrows stood against his right gluteus.

Sadly, it is not a wound that is separate to life.

But for the time being, full speed was impossible.

And in such a phase, speed separates life and death.

Although Ashley did not fall horses, she fell into distress (cuckoo).

But surprisingly, it was the people left behind by the burning people who saved Ashley, who had been wounded and left in a state of retreat.

Hikari, and a man, descended from a wooden fort.

Horses down, swinging spears and riding: Let's shelter (or bubble) the Vitrion. The man was single, letting himself leap to protect the back of Ashle.

He named himself a monk of the Ixist and Greater sects.

Fight as a weapon a different gauntlet that covers the shoulders instead to both arms.

That seemed like a physical technique used by some monks in the Eastern Church.

In the midst of a brawl that was supposed to make little sense, such as personal skill, the man's moves showed frightening flattery.

Ashley thinks a thorough obsession with raw makes that possible.

The skill to divert an attack by a crossbow from close range with the Gauntlet's back was obviously Normal or better.

And it was Isma's alien powers that saved them, which were still being pushed into the war.

"Guys - Get out of the way -!

When was the formation, Isma stood on the roof of the village watchtower?

"Get out of my way, or I'll die!

With Scion, usually not even on his teeth, such as Isma's words, abandoning the high ground he had scaffolded until then, Ashle found that was not a joke or anything.

It was when Zion joined and began to ascend the hill, the entrance to the village, with a catachy protecting the wounded Vitrion.

"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming"

Princess, I say, quickly, as soon as Isma raised her shy voice.

"Ahhh, ahhh"

Isma exclaimed.

Gatsun, and a shock came from below.

Then the flames blow up at the nostrils of the retreating Ashles.

The timing is too critical.

"Noisy, that's the lowest level of the underground world: the fire of Gehenna. You can't turn it off by normal means, Zoe."

Izma was the best at one.

"Pay me! Ladies and gentlemen, this is a fire that should cleanse you of your sins when you should come. Moments, swiftly, tears at the survival that will be purified now!

He distracts the warrior from where he picked it, fans of feathers, etc.

"It's a massive attack used for siege warfare." Crawling Inferno ".

No, I didn't think so, but I'm glad I'm ready. Calling it straight from the basement makes it difficult to use it if you have time to guide it and if you don't have the ground pulse in place, but if you take this Izma, you twist the baby's hand.

You had a lot of precision, didn't you? It's difficult because it can only be adjusted on a kitrel basis.

And, hey, if you don't make a hole in the area properly at first, your stomach is out of acid and Abu Neh's.

Well, the creep of this tactic is Kopernik, a shift in the idea of defensive use of alien powers that are supposed to be for a castle attack... "

No one had listened to the drooling speech.

The sight that plays under my eyes speaks for everything.

The deceased who surrounded the village were burned by the fire, and the painting itself was Hell.

Seeing, the monks who fought together are praying hand in hand.

"By the way... how long does it last?"

Theon asked with his eyes on the battlefield with Keri.

Stick your stuff up and look down on the battlefield.

A rising airflow of scorching heat was showing Scion to the ever-winning princess general.

"Uh, you can also extend it for a couple of days if you follow the procedure. Sacrifice, make altars, burn mosas?

"Aren't you going to be short?

"Well, I just called the tip a little this time. I'll quell the fire in two minutes. What a tough move because it's for siege warfare. Stay with me."

"How do we get out?

Oh, Isma gave me that face. Scion takes a long sigh.

"What about the Transition Gate?"

"I can't use that until the next new moon"

"In Shadow Crossing (Shadow Steps), you get a whole hip."

"The fire of Gehenna burns even shadows in the first place."

Isn't it hand-stuffed?

Theon went upside down and came to Isma.

Izma happens to be like a salted green vegetable, and she turns back.

"Sorry."

Scion turned to Ashley, shaming himself for disturbing him.

Deeply bowed his head and Ashley, on the contrary, returned it with gratitude.

"It's not Mr. Isma's fault. Without this attack, we would certainly have been in danger. It was a necessary attack. I was helped. Thanks."

Thankfully, Isma turned out to be like an abalone. Then instantly, get back on track.

"Right, good, fine play, right?

Pretty good, you, Ashley, with all the attractions. Sounds like a man who is quick to come to life but also fast to come back to life. Ashle imagined toys for toddlers.

And one more thing. A grin came to my mind.

"I'm watching you."

However, Ashle's grin was stiff even before Isma's condition, which had been restored to normal.

To tell you the truth, I wanted to jump out right now.

The thought of Eunice almost tore my chest apart.

But it was you who chose this option.

Isma had made it clear in advance that she should not go to help. He said it was a rounding choice to accomplish his purpose.

It was Ashley herself who decided to shake it off and head to the rescue.

As the excitement of the battle cooled, a grudge of regret burst into my heart.

He was driven by self-blame for his cheap sense of justice and imitation of Eunice on the scale.

"How can I thank you? In the name of the villagers, thank you. It's easy, but we'll prepare a meal. I also have a scratch hand. Work your body."

Courtesy was expressed and the offer was made by Friar: Norman.

Sometimes about Vitrion. I can't move for two minutes anyway.

No or no response. Ashley decided to take the offer.

Igo Village says it was once a settlement of the tomb guards.

They had concealed their own work and lived just in the countryside, but with a high degree of self-defense.

He was a kind of secret detective who secretly trained his way of fighting and through the trap and its solution, in order to fight against the burglars entering the royal valley.

Some had very few but minimal "spindle" abilities.

In fact, even the Revolutionary War has a past of loyalty to the royal family and secretly cooperating with the Wang Party.

It was they who helped and defended the people of the surrounding villages when the kingdom was hit by disaster.

Of course, it was possible in the context that, after the fall of the "closed corridors" in Ignache territory, where the actions of the displaced were most active, it had become somewhat sedentary and patterns such as the period of activity had been found.

That order was broken and suddenly enlivened in the last few days - after Ashley and the others entered Ignace.

It was a coding that could only be described as odd, its anastomosis.

But there is another reason why the village of Igo has continued to defend itself in this desperate environment.

There was water in the igo for a long time. It was also Yuji's place in the kingdom.

There was no need to rely on the outside world to obtain water, nor could the dead cross the Spirit Springs.

Clean yourself up with water before making any allowance, Norman said.

Not if he was doing that, his mind strayed, but it didn't change that it was a handcuff, and Ashle headed to Yuji Field with the intention of gently flushing her body.

Already three days dressed only from the village of Pharaoh.

It does, it stinks pretty bad.

It was enough to embarrass me to think that I was keeping my body close to Theon like this.

Down behind the village, at the slice of the hill, was Yuji Field.

Breathtaking.

Ancient ruins remained bathing areas.

The staircase that disappears into the water is the roof of a former building.

One stone city was submerged.

He was being indulgent and unconsciously stripping away his clothes.

Ashle's dream during her ill childhood, when she was raised as a girl, was to become an archaeologist. If you weren't even my oldest son, you would have carried out that dream.

The job associated with the sacred relics was due to the dream of this ancient yearning burned to me on a young day.

"What a scenic place, this place is. This is my fourth visit, but it's the first time I've heard of it."

I heard a voice from behind Ashle. I regretted turning around.

Theon and Isma stood on the shore edge.

Isma was doing us no stranger.

It's like a jacket with perfect body lines and tights to your knees. Bright empty lines in the horizontal stripes.

Looks like a clown.

And instead there was Scion.

A pure white thin cloth barely concealed his body as he dressed at night.

Her beauty stands out, even in the distance, so much so that it may be a work of art created by a celebrity worker.

It was a momentum that was full of cheeks, such as Isma.

But I know how it feels.

To its beauty, it is an unexpectedly bewitched ashle.

Then I remembered. that he was completely naked.

I dived to my head in hot water.

"Uh, good. I am comfortable with different manners when bathing in different cultures."

Besides, it was definitely a man's co. Scion's statement in a flat voice makes Ashle even more panic.

"I'm sorry. I can see that."

I didn't know what to say to Zion, who was in a hurry or whose tone became ancient, apologizing for his discipline and following him, and Ashle pretended to look around at the ancient legacy.

If it's true, it should be soaking in water in just a pile of treasure, and I wanted to enjoy it, but the situation doesn't allow it.

Black clouds and flames, and blue skies and columns of light peek from slight slices. Light and darkness, the two forces were overhead at best.

There was a beauty of chaos there. Dusk.

Ashley finally realized that.

I was losing my sense of time.

Ashle sat down on a statue submerged in water.

Scion is stopping walking a few meters away.

I guess the depth of the water will exceed her height. My purple eyes looked at Ashley resentfully.

Maybe the Devil's Princess isn't good at swimming this beautiful night.

So Ashley reached out.

Zion looked around and was cruising, but never jumped against Ashley's hand.

Scion jumping in with his eyes and the look of death was so cute that Ashle laughed.

"Oh, is that brave or not? It's a piece of paper."

Anxiety about a place out of reach of legs, or rarely, Zion said quickly.

I looked down at my feet after they said it and understood what it meant.

Right behind Ashle's sitting statue, the roof was collapsing. Ashley had just been lucky enough to walk along the edge.

A black abyss beneath his eyes opens his mouth wide.

I can see the raging water flow.

"Sorry... I'm trembling right now"

Isma and sheep slowly flow down the tip of their gaze as they tremble.

"I'm going to sink because I want to fight it, etc. Remains flushed. As I wish."

"Yeah."

Something remained about to appear in religious paintings, and the owners and livestock flowed deeper.

Ashley laughed.

I guess it was the same thought, Theon clinging and laughing.

Ashley glanced at the applause.

Theon's fingertips touched the wound.

I'm sorry, they apologized.

"It's okay. I was getting hit everywhere before I even noticed. I didn't know until I went into hot water. I see. Heavy armor is a brawl gear. The lightweight outfit will take a blow away, but the blade will fall out of your head."

Remembering Solas, who became their shield to the end, Ashley said.

"And... that monk named Norman, I know very well. Do you want me to clean up the disease contagious from the filthy blades of the deceased in the Spirit Springs first? Damn it, it stains the mess, but you're right. There's no objection."

That's all Ashley said. Ha.

"Speaking of which, Theon, you, hot water here"

"Is it okay to dip in a spirit fountain, or what?

You got a problem with that? Theon showed it back to Ashley, being good at it.

Seriously relative, it was all kinds of transparent from the fabric and Ashley almost slipped off the statue.

What reason? Ashley asks as she hurries in to fix it.

I guess Theon didn't even care, by contrast, he responded with a calmly settled answer.

"If you compare it to the deceased, it's just fine. Let's just give him a little lecture.

What binds them and the curse that binds us night demons is basically the difference in degree, the same kind.

However, the problem seems to be that. The deceased are strictly bound to the land.

In other words, the source of the curse is the unclean land itself. The thread that carries the deceased comes from the land.

Cursed is the land. So if we are cut off by the Spirit Springs, there is no other way to form a Buddha.

Same as a puppet with a broken thread.

But we devils at night are different.

It is the blood itself that is cursed. The stream cannot be cut off in an attempt to immerse itself in a spiritual spring. So we can operate without problems. "

That too...... same reason.

I can see Isma flowing half-eyed ahead of what Theon's fingers indicate.

It was an immovable posture that I just suspected was not a aquatic body.

The frontier of enlightenment, you might call it.

The sheep had been swimming slowly, putting out only their heads the obviously scaffoldless depths across the way.

The black smoke that swirls overhead mixes with the gradients of the flames and twilight skies and the leaning sunlight, creating an unlikely beauty.

There was a sight of a different heaven and earth there.

The world was bright and too beautiful.

Isn't Jibu in someone's dream right now?

I was accidentally attacked by such sentiments.

If I noticed, unconscious tears were telling off my cheeks.

Why, and the words speak.

Scion's cherry blossom lips were lifted along the drops of his cheeks just as Ashley did.

"What... this..."

Ashle was shocked by the look on his face in Zion's dark purple eyes.

I had a face like a vitreous worker that would break if I touched it.

I couldn't believe it.

Until recently, I realized that my heart was not broken.

"Despair works unconsciously, not willingly. Whether you hold your heart strong or not, despair is, for the most part, completely causeless."

Theon told me.

I'm a good fighter, and Ashley tried to say so, not to be strong or anything.

But I couldn't stop crying.

"I lost too much at once. Something important."

While I don't even have time to realize my grief. Scion's lips gently suck Ashle's eyes.

"Cry till it withers. Let's take it all."

I knew I didn't have time to cry.

But unconscious grief was working on Ashle's body.

Pallets, millet, solas, and squire. Ashley's back of the brain. Their lifetime appearance and death passed.

The memories were vividly beautified and blamed Ashley how cruelly.

Dead guys are good guys, and if it was Isma, I'd be sarcastic.

It's the privilege of those "not good guys" who were able to live and grow up to memories, he said.

But Scion, who receives Ashle's grief, was silent.

"I was... sweet. Back then, in a border village, we should have pushed them back. Their cruel death is my fault, my miscalculation."

Yes, it was my mistake.

My favor was delightful and I felt comfortable if you came with me, my blind belief that I could protect them all.

Ashley snapped. I was a surprisingly vain voice myself.

I could see how the inside was turning out and my voice sounded there.

Still, Theon said. The words of the princess of the night, who continued to fight for several or dozen times more years than Ashle, weigh the practitioner.

"Whether human goodwill and choice were wrong or not, we don't know that until the last day comes.

Besides, we don't live in a world where we can take responsibility for human death.

But if that's the case and you're still responsible, then... "

You mean Eunice.

I know. Feeling the power put into Ashle's words, Theon let go of his lips.

Tears were stopping. The light is returning all the time.

Aware of his inner emptiness, Ashley twisted her despair with the power of her will.

"We have to go."

Um, and Theon nodded. Damn, you're suddenly becoming a man.

Theon looked impressed without a back surface, but something caught on Ashley.

What do you mean? With a laugh that pulls her lips straight to the side, Ashle listens back.

"When we first met, I thought it was a woman.

I thought it was a child next. Remember that evening at the Pope's office?

About when they cut me with a little sword.

It's the defense that has the length, but it cuts on the provocation, and it's assembled by me and half-beso.

Besides, I thought you'd been chasing me, and I'd be like a lamb exposed to waves. "

That tear, it tasted fake.

Glossy whispered in his ear, Ashle blushed to the point of fire.

Aware of the number of tears seen by Zion. The families of the Night Demons have good eyes at night without exception.

Needless to say, Theon, the daughter of my true ancestors.

Ashley reversed her immaturity additions and subtractions.

When I noticed, I was holding Zion up and throwing him out in the water.

A poor body like a girl is swallowed up in the water with a voiceless scream, and the water column rises flashly.

I knew it was an eight hit, but there was nothing I could do.

Cramps (cucumbers), this is what chewing cats is all about.

But then I realize I'm a rat, Ashley.

It's complicated.

More or less, Theon is too good to cross barriers, both psychologically and physically.

When he realizes it, he is inside of the agreement, and Ashle is made to panic.

I thought we should calmly rethink each other's distance.

Because we are inherently part of a hostile force.

To do this, I needed to have my head cooled with water.

At a stage when I am not aware that "calmly thinking about it is strange" such a contradictory excuse, it is already quite strange, but at this time Ashle was in complete panic.

But as the excitement gradually subsided, most of them were struck by panic.

Theon could hardly come to mind.

Was it bad at the beating place, or did you get hurt in an architecture that you couldn't see hiding in the water, otherwise - can't you swim?

Earlier, I remembered the look of fear that Theon had shown when Ashle recklessly positioned him, and he grew pale.

I just thought that was a fear of depth under my eyes...

No way, really, if that's the case.

My body was moving reflexively.

Bubble, and jump from foot to foot around the drop of Scion.

The pain in the wound was blown up.

When I dipped my face in the water, I saw Scion's body drifting around three meters deep.

It fell into the abyss.

He seems to be losing his mind, slowly settling in.

Ashle held a rock of moderate size with her hands, as the fishermen would do. Once she jumped up on the water, she gained momentum and dived.

I guess the dive was appropriate. Ashle occasionally fleshes to Zion.

But something unexpected happened there.

Fluffy, and white peeled (peeled) from the thorax of Zion.

It is that thin silk.

boiled, and a large amount of air was released from Ashle's mouth.

Ashley thanked him for his lack of vision in the water.

I only knew what the cherry blossom color was.

If I had even seen Dirty, I might have bled.

I let go of the rock and hurriedly grabbed the thin silk.

Then I held Zion. I didn't have time. This makes me a more aquatic corpse.

I held Zion's body and approached the surface half a metre away, that's when.

Once again, there was an unexpected incident.

Something strangled Ashley.

And whosoever is more, Zion.

And I laughed so loud that I could tell in the water.

I see fine dog teeth. A childlike look.

I was framed, and I knew as much as I wanted.

"The fragrance of a woman confuses me! You immatures!

I wonder when it will come to the saga of the times, when Scion rode Ashle's shoulder in a tone too classic a master.

A supple leg strangles Ashle.

That thin silk was pulled from my hand.

Sleek and supple thighs are pressed against both cheeks!

I can't get my face up!

There was a cheerful laugh of Zion from overhead.

Ashley thought it was the Queen's voice when her own strategy carried her well.

"I almost died"

"I almost died"

Ashley said it twice because it's important.

"Well, it's not that easy to die."

To Ashley, who crumbles flashly, Theon gave it back.

I think he noticed about Ashley.

Certainly there will be no time for despair if the flesh falls into extremes.

But after that, the healing was over.

"So, by and large, it's too much work to use my life and my nakedness as fishing bait. I don't know. Life, other directions."

No problem, Theon undertook.

"Fish to fish is carefully selected"

"... I don't know, I'm just being framed. My life."

"What, you wanted to frame me? Then say it quickly."

Thanks. The story seemed to roll in a strange direction, and Ashley sighed.

As it is, it will go up.

More importantly, the Eunice thing came to my chest and I couldn't calm down.

It made me feel like I was working a terrible betrayal.

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving."

Theon took that Ashle hand.

"I know what it feels like to be a deviant. You're worried about people."

It was a picture star. Ashle nods honestly.

And yet, for some reason, Theon put his strength into shaking hands.

Ashley had no idea what Zion intended.

I guess I guessed that. Theon said.

"I apologize for being too shabby. I also apologize for not absorbing the heart and imitating the kindness. Exactly. But wait. Human beings learn from failure."

Theon doesn't seem to fail.

The little irony and nickname naturally mouthed.

Oh, it was late when I thought.

A fearlessly faceless Scion was there.

Shit, Ashley thought.

We don't call each other by any nickname.

I have reservations about Eunice, but Ashley didn't give up Hands of Glory. Neither is there any chance of hostility.

No, they were the two who were bound to be able to cross the blades if Theon obsessed with the sentiment he showed to the sword "Rose Absolute", and if Ashle himself was obsessed with being the Holy Knight of the Pope's Office.

Being too close is not good for each other.

Ashle was struck by the look on Zion's face as if he had been exposed to cold water.

I felt like I was staring at the goddess of fate who was too cruel.

But that was worrying.

The other goddess, Theon, was far outside, long before the thought of destiny.

Theon smiled as the flowers broke.

Really, happy from the bottom of my heart.

"Ashley, can I call you too?

Ashley didn't know what to say to Scion, who was getting hungry when he hung up on her, not even through Ashley's little sarcasm.

"Can I think of you as a friend?

Ashley, not knowing what she had been told, was once again stunned.

This is what Theon said.

Can you two be reciprocal?

I was wondering if you would reciprocate the relationship between the saint of man and the Grand Duke of the Night Devil.

"It's okay... hey?

Unexpectedly offering his hand, Ashley was ashamed to say that I was a dumb answer.

But Theon cheeks up and shakes his hand back.

Seems Zion was happy besides being able to be at a distance to call himself a friend.

I was in a good mood.

I didn't think so, Ashley thought.

So when Theon's expression became serious, Ashley found that the story to come was really important.

"What I'm about to talk about is something I can't tell anyone but my friends."

So now, at this time, it's good to be friends with Ashley. Theon said once again.

"But after this story, Ashley may resent me. I may hate you. I'm frightened to think so, and I can't stop trembling."

As I said, Zion was frightened indeed.

"But that's why, listen. Speak courageously. It's important."

This is about my failure.