Sanzen no Souru Supina

"What do you say, how does it feel to be forced to bloom? Humiliated, isn't it? Shame on you, huh? It's a disgrace, isn't it?

Something really horrible in this world is not painful. True pain is not pain. You know why that is? That's because you can blame others.

Because I can recognize it from the outside, from somewhere that it's not me. Pain is an unmistakable aggression, which does not deprive you of your right to be angry or resentful. It even gives me a chance to get revenge.

So, what's the matter, it can't be true pain. There's forgiveness for the pain, and there's salvation. Rather, accepting that pain can even orient you towards intoxication.

Like a hero. Like a saint.

But no pleasure. Because you can't blame others for that.

Being humiliating. Being a disgrace. Being an insult - and yet the body that feels pleasure in its terrible pain is, without any help, its own.

There is no escape there. What's the matter? I can't transfer responsibility.

It's frightening, isn't it? Isn't that right?

What's really wrong with this Jagri Jagra is that it doesn't make you feel any pain or anything.

You'd feel it so your brain marrow would simmer with molasses, right? The spinal cord is covered in ecstasy, right?

Not yet, the entrance. Princess of the Night Devil. - Do you understand? Do you understand me?

My pride. The meaning of tears that wet my cheeks. Glad to hear it. Getting an understanding. That you may truly understand the humiliation to which our sisters have been subjected.

Come on, let's go. Fully understand each other. "

Ele weeps as the word goes and speaks to Zion.

Theon has no words.

Red stained with shame, the sweat flowing down incenses hard on roses, the body odor of Scion.

He tries to eat up his jaw, but does not withstand the current that runs through every time Ele touches "Jagri Jagra," his voice, tongue and saliva pop out and drip off.

All you have to do is consolidate your friends and avoid losing sight of your anger in the running of uncontrollable pleasure.

Ele unplugs "Jagri Jagra" in such a way as to spare a dessert made of cut-fruit and cream by an arrogant princess.

"Tough? I guess so. I know exactly what you mean. The meaning of the tears of humiliation. That human man-- did you say ashledau or something? You love her, don't you? You fell in love, didn't you?

Love is, love is, how cruel. If only we had known that, we would never have been more embarrassed.

Neither did I.

However, if they had told me it was the efforts of the princess witch of the clan, I could have accepted this as fate too. And Elma, I'm sure she would have.

Just liked it. I just loved you... and I started to feel like you were betraying me. "

But, Princess Rebellious Bulb: It's Theonzafir. Ele speaks.

Of the thirteen "Jagri Jagras", pull out one and lick it at random. Well, I admire it. It's creepy, but delicious. I think this tastes like your species.

"Why don't you take the shame you're feeling? The bottom has a bottom. Underneath Hell, there is an endless Hell. - Our sisters have been there for decades. He stood in our sisters' flesh for so long."

My God: Punishment for us who betrayed Ibizus without a heart.

"Whether you are in the land of the devil at night or not, do you have a flower named Orchid? So are our earthspiders, but they are also popular flowers for humans. The figure is lustrous and more importantly, it has a wonderful aroma. It is fashionable among royal nobles to multiply the seeds and create new varieties, superior varieties."

The flower that blooms in the greenhouse, but if you trace the native species, it looks plain.

"I mean, the orchid flower was put in the hands of earthspiders and humans - it became a lustrous, potent incense by turning it into a" twist "snail."

Likewise, our sisters were put in their hands.

"And that rich incense - you know what? They say it's an invitation to butterflies, bees, moths, and sometimes flies. Even the insects are resistant to incense. What do you think it's for? That's it - to interact and leave offspring behind. It's for mating."

Thus were our sisters raised as orchids.

Otherwise, how could this body - what the flesh bushes incense in flowers.

"And yet, yes - how about this incense of yours, Theonzafil. Even in the smell of blood and guts, men can't resist."

Did you bring in a human knight with you? From us, as when we took Ismagalum - the king.

"But boulders are night demons. Clean body. It stinks like a lie. Frozen beauty of eternity. Ice flowers that never shrivel and never wither away.

No matter how much the Night Devil wounds the flesh, you think it can be restored instantly. Actually, most of the time it is. That's why I'm not afraid about losing myself. I don't stick around.

Consequently, nobility. So brave. Therefore grandeur.

The Omaes boast of their nobility as a species, but that has nothing to do with the immortality and immutability of the Omaes.

But, Theonzafir. This isn't it. This modification by Jagri Jagra works even against the Night Devil.

We are going to raise you after this as a horny flower. I'm going to grow a flower that I can't imagine from its pure incense. "

If a man tastes it, he will squeeze away all his essence, and he will not let it go until he is nourished and finished, and he is dead. Just as we have been.

"So you should know the sushi. Me and Elma already have, and what happens to the man who interacts with it."

Come on, look. Bite the earlobes stained with Zion's Zhu so much that blood seeps through them, Ele says.

Even if you want to look away, Zion won't forgive you for that. Because that's what the penetrated Jagri Jagra orders.

At that time, however, what happened was beyond expectation and understanding of all beings who stood on the spot.

Elma was blown away, unable to grasp what had happened.

The shock of a ruptured stomach burst into each of them.

Several meters also blow up, crawling through the ground and nauseating. There was mixed blood.

And it stopped working.

Ashle's flesh bounced against the bow and her right elbow gained its recoil, striking a covered Elma's flesh. Resistance Mine. It's a trump card for a knight to defend himself when he's ambushed to the ground. Ashley put it through the right-hand "Garang Dara" - the dragon-skinned cage hand of Isma's concession - and shot it in.

I should have completely captured it by the curse of love.

Elma, too, and even Ele would have thought so.

Ashle should have been taken inside of it like an ant captured by water candy and destined to be fruitful with Elma's warped slave of love.

Not to mention, Elma is physically fortified with the ability to meat possess: "Claudis".

It shouldn't have been possible for someone with the ability to fight comparable to the super killer of a earthspider to be attacked by an unintended blow while gaining a position on the belly of his opponent.

That blow broke through Ele and Elma's thoughts painfully because he thought it was impossible for anyone to be.

Ashley broke the curse on her own.

It will be easy to beautify and tell that it is a miracle caused by the mind that thinks of Ashle's Scion.

But the facts are different.

That is due to the fact that Ashle and Scion were dimensionally twisted dimers that shared the heart.

A curse is limiting the subject and exerting its strength by bracketing it. Thus, if the object is not squeezed out and its definition is vague, the curse is broken and broken.

In this case, the modification of Scion that was being made by Ele, which became the trigger.

That is, the anomaly that is happening to Scion transformed the overall body of Ashle, which shares the heart. This obscured the subject's squishiness, and the blade of Ashley's "will" protruded into its failure.

As a result, Ele's actions would have thrown Ashle a chance to regenerate his death.

Of course, that's why it wasn't an easy curse to break.

It made it possible, so much so that Ashley still thinks of Zion, and Zion thinks of Ashley's mind's "Chihira" - nothing more than that the two of them thought of each other so much that it felt as if it was about themselves that one of them would be hurt.

If you're going to make a spell interpretation, maybe I can say this.

Because the curse of Ashle and Zion's fallen love for each other was much stronger than the curse caused by Elma's Black Lillies Insignia.

Moved by the curse, Ashle ran.

Even Ele couldn't respond instantly.

In the meantime, Rose Absolute was rolling.

By chance, the pattern was pointed at Ashley's side.

But when Ashley got it, whether or not she could shake it was another matter altogether.

Powerful Focus restricts users.

That is also why in many countries much of the Focus is placed under the control of the capable and the house that gave rise to them.

Familiar with blood, i.e. many Focus, tended to automatically enhance personalization, which had been empirically found to be quicker and more apt to be of the same blood/origin.

Facts, Past, Abandoned God: There is a history of how Illis was rejected in the drifting temple of Frama in an attempt to revive the "Rose Absolute" to the crisis of Zion, causing deep wounds to his palms, but falling into such a predicament because of it.

However, Ashley did not hesitate to take it.

There was a rejection. However powerful compared to the average human being, the blade, vibrated to dance when in Zion's luxurious arms, is now heavy as if it were made of lead, and more importantly, the pattern still damaged Ashle's hand as if it were a scissor once gripped. It also passes through the protection of the Garang Dara.

Would it be convincing to think that this was not a physical blade, but that the "Rose Absolute" bled it in a compensatory way?

Shaking it up as it was, Ashle was shaking it off, however, and releasing a super low blow, bearing such a deep hand that she thought her fingers would tear and fly the other way around.

A glimmer of leg twigs reminiscent of a moon as thin as a thread - Fallout Moon is the move behind Rose Absolute, on the side of the shadow. The most difficult slaughter to the foot comes up like a swordfish orbit, arcing and not even killing. Instead of releasing energy, the fat muscle extinguishes its existence by trying to inhale the light in reverse.

Even Ele flied backwards and flew away at his best.

In a moment, the golden worms that supported Scion were dispersed and soon afterwards broken down into particles of light.

Scion was stopped by Ashle. As for the rescue play, it was pretty rough, but Theon seemed to overlap with the thoughts poured out of Ashle, with the strength of the force in his arms intact.

Theon takes off his curse. When I caught the "Black Widows Sorcery" thread tangled in Ashley's propped "Rose Absolute" blade, it ripped off as easily as a lie.

Still, the war situation was often five minutes long, and no, the Ashlets were obviously at a disadvantage if we considered that the ritual of the Virgin Mary's rebirth was being cursed.

Ashle has been depleted by the use of the curse and the unfamiliar Rose Absolute, and "Jagri Jagra" still stands on Zion's flesh.

Ashle looked at Zion silently. Theon doesn't matter, I return it.

Ashley also knew that there was no way it mattered.

But Theon told me that we must get through this moment now, and that it is important.

Quickly receive the "Rose Absolute" from Ashle's hand and unleash a blow of restraint.

A Strike by Pure "Spindle" Energy: "Aura Burst". Ashley multiplied that plasma brilliance and managed to recover only the Holy Shield: "Blanvel".

The hustle and bustle were turning away.

The crowd finally left the aisle, leaving behind in the backyard where it became a battlefield: Ashle and Zion, Norman, Vitrion.

The only way to confront him was with Weitz, who stood up while supporting his lost right leg with that bleeding blood, and Ele, who lost his long head - no, sometime instead of that, there was an appearance of Elma wiping her mouth with an angry look.

Elma, are you okay?

"- That man, I can't forgive you. Sneak, kill, do."

said Elma in a frozen voice of blood.

Ashle took that gaze straight from the front, but didn't pull a step.

Meanwhile Weitz broke in.

"Earthspiders - fulfill your true nostalgia. Give him real ruin."

It was a ruthless, overlooking voice. I guess Ele and Elma's way of doing things was to disgust Weitz, the knight of the Night Devil. It did not turn out to be cruel sex, but the preference (lump) was very different from each other, and there was a wall between them that you would never understand.

For a moment, he was a sister with a sharp eye on Weitz, but Weitz didn't take it together with his back turned. The conversation is over, it's just an attitude.

And the Eles were no longer attached to it either.

It is an attitude that if we fulfill our true self, we will not care about the rest.

It would be nice if Weitz had tailored the handy Ashle and Scion - of course, Weitz's ability would not allow him to kill Scion altogether. Then it was also because we instantly calculated that when both sides were depleted, we should take advantage of each other.

Flip yourself and consolidate and add to both sides of Izma, where the two earthspiders have turned into a cursing device.

"Fuck!!

Heavy metal flesh blocked Ashley from stepping out of her feet.

"Where are you going, human knight? The battle of Omae is here."

Who else, Knight Under the Moon: Remaining Moon Battalion, Last Survival: Weitzcroft Gedea Heinevale is stuck.

Ashley lays down the Holy Shield without alarm: "Blanvel", and Theon imitates it.

Weitz laughed lightly.

"You're late to say hello, Your Highness."

"It will no longer be an obsolete body. No need to say hello."

"Courtesy is if you are armed. Just because another person doesn't imitate doesn't make it a good reason for him to save it. Different?

"Your doctrine/claim is yes. Okay. But we don't have time right now. Get out of there."

It doesn't matter, but it's all about slashing, Theon sarcastically said.

"Can you, with that body"

Weitz replied only to the

Weitz spotted and pointed out that Zion was still being overwhelmed by Jagri Jagra and endured the effects.

Indeed, from here on in the coat covering Zion's flesh, a disastrous "Focus" glanced at his face as if he had been subjected to simultaneous shooting by a crossbow.

"Regardless."

Scion's lips become an awesome grinning snail. Even if it was difficult, Theon, the royal family, used to obsess that there were times when it had to be said.

"It's superimposed."

Weitz also gave it back with a grin.

Likewise he was an aristocrat and a knight. The dog tooth peeps and the "Slotter Rim" snaps.

The blood flowing out of Norman's amputated right leg supports it, but the "Slater Rim", a flesh and a different object, cannot be restored.

Normal life forms have lost a desperate amount of blood. It should be noted that Weitz is able to stand by the blood of the Night Demon and, according to this period, by a similar determination to the madness of fighting with his own entangled Fae costumes.

"Damn... you'll be possessed and killed by that armor"

"Before that, I will eat you and heal you"

At the same time as the words, the blade protruded from the sloter rim.

Ashley knew it was a sacred weapon.

The Night Demons bear the cause and effect of having to eat up the flesh of their defeated opponents to the point of a single bone, if they wish to truly destroy their wanderings because of their overpowering regenerative abilities.

To solve that shady, too gloomy struggle, mankind, a prey to them, laid eyes on the sacred weapon they had created to resist the demons at night.

At least, as a more sophisticated way than the way you devour your opponents.

So confronting a human knight or warrior with a sacred weapon, or a monk, and taking away the excellent weapon carried with his flesh, was conceived as a kind of stature of the Night Demon.

More than a hundred different holy weapons were stored in them.

All of that belonged to Weitz's personal holdings.