All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The past of the people Ren met came in pieces.

Minimum ten years of imperial rule.

The movements of the people who caused so many corpses and those who tried to solve them were the sins of the girl in front of her.

It was only for a moment that the memory of sin had flowed into Len after the slave girl had shattered the mark of forgiveness.

"I had to learn."

A girl with purple hair tells Len that she has regained consciousness.

"Originally, I had to receive the memories and history of successive emperors in the eternal empire before I could assume the position of emperor. For the first time, the Emperor was short of the Emperor. A foolish king who failed even to accept the will of the people pretended to be" me, "" Huyurassiart Harvard IV, the nameless little girl. "

Once again, Len froze in front of the girl who told her who she was.

What can I tell him?

That's because Len couldn't do anything back then.

As none of the shards appeared in her trajectory as the last emperor, she was truly unable to do anything in the lowest decade of the empire. He was just a boy who lived. It was just a child whose parents kept him alive. It was just a people who didn't die.

"... I'm sorry I don't remember much about my stupid brother. It has nothing to do with who I am... because I didn't want to show you much."

What she spent with the figs and the three brothers was nothing to talk about.

Golden days in just two months.

She and the figurine are the only memories to know.

"... my stupid brother was the first person to 'give it to me'. Dialogue, family, heart. For the first time," I "became me."

……

It was the first time I had a proper conversation with you. He looked at me with the same eyes and taught me freedom with respect for my will.

It was the first time I got something important, and I was robbed of it. By doing so, she finally learned the pain of the people.

Len had no idea what to say.

Knowing the truth of her, she went farther.

You can't even speak up enough.

"... that's why, that's enough"

The voice exhaled to summarize the story was terribly cold.

"... it's too much for someone like you to fall in love with me... Hurry up and face others... and make them happy."

Len reached out quickly. I put my hand on my shoulder to stop her from giving up something, and I tried to say something because it was just momentum.

But along the way, my arms trembled and trembled.

Len's fingertips scratched her purple hair.

The supreme purple.

The colour is the object of awe that even when the emperor disappears, he is reluctant to touch even a human being who was a people of the empire.

Ugh!

As if she had touched something hot, Len pulls her hand reflectively. At that flash, a purple hair dances in the air.

The girl followed her hair with her eyes as it fell to the ground.

The eyes of the girl who raised her gaze unexpectedly grabbed Len, who was stunned by her movements.

The girl gave a lonely smile and said a word.

"... right?

It was too eloquent to say anything back.

The girl hasn't moved a step. The distance that has gone far is not what she gave birth to.

The distance out of reach was just the distance Len pulled herself now.

A girl puts her collar back on. The purple hair fades and becomes a beautiful silver glow.

She turned around and turned her back on Len.

"... babba, Len's help"

The girl, who was the emperor, left without looking back.

Knowing an unknown history, Len stood in the park square.

Why?

Why is that?

Why did you pull your hand back then?

No, I know. I don't know why. I don't have to ask myself that.

I was scared.

When I saw the identity of the slave girl, I was scared compared to her, who was born and raised, and who was born and raised beyond all bounds.

A wonderful person who respects her, a cute girl, and a lovely opponent, was presented with the opportunity to take a step forward in her realm, and was pitifully defeated.

I'm afraid of touching it, and I can't make a voice in conversation.

Whatever the reason, she exposed herself. Len was supposed to have asked for it from before, but she couldn't accept it at a stage when she knew it.

I knew it would hurt her.

"... shit, shit, my shit!

He chews his lips as blood spills, grips his fists as bones spill, and shivers his body.

More anger is rising than ever before.

I see. I'm a jerk. I was scared. I knew I wasn't brave enough.

But that's not even the problem.

"Fuck you, me. What the hell, man? Come on! I wonder if knowing that he is the emperor will make him unable to do anything. You confessed to him with such light readiness and words...!

What kind of mild words have you been uttering so far?

Though I thought maybe, I wasn't prepared. At that moment of hesitation, Len proved, "I am a man who judges people more from the inside than from the inside."

"If that's the case, don't step into the guest's shoes, you chicken bastard!!

Gong, I hit my fist hard on my forehead.

Tears broke out. It's not pain. Repentance and compassion distort my vision.

An excuse doesn't work. Because I showed it in an attitude. I can't withdraw my confession. Because the words left in my memory will not be erased.

A slave girl said before.

Words without consideration are light. So I'm sure it won't reach people. "

and.

Exactly, everything Len said to the slave girl was too light.

So, in a real sense, there's no word for her.

As a matter of fact, she's still not ready to let go with her past sins.

"I don't even realize that...! What are you talking about, goddamn it!"

The cursing and gossip against me blows up in my heart. Hit yourself on your forehead many times. I couldn't forgive my pity unless I hurt myself a little.

Think, think, think, think. My brain.

I don't have the credentials to confess or like it anymore.

There is only one thing to think about.

A man named Len thinks about what he can do for that girl.

How can I help her? How can she live for herself?

What can I do for her to deny herself with her past?

Len thinks away from her consciousness.

"... there it is"

Sometimes I came up with the idea of capturing my memories by arranging all of my conditions. There was certainly something Len could do.

All of them. I won't spare you. I bet everything I can. If we use up everything we have gained from coming to this city, we can do it.

That way, it will arrive.

It's not just her now.

Even in the emperor's past.

"Can you do it? No... haha. Do it. 'Cause I'm the one who didn't have her."

I can't beat the joy of discovering the possibility of even 'being able' to overcome the many difficulties to achieve.

Ren smiles brightly madly.

"Emperor, Holy Sword, brave man... hah, superior. What do you think I came to this city for?"

Use strong words to inspire yourself.

I'm hungry. This time, I don't like the upper face. Knowing her true self, I will start a business that will spend Len's whole soul.

"I'll do it. I'm going to change history...! So wait."

There is no joy. I don't think I like myself.

Far from praise, I set the goal of advancing with the whole spirit while sticking a sticky self-aversion to my body.

In order to carry out this idea, I came to this city and met a slave girl.

It certainly seemed to me that that was why I was born.

That's why Len can say it out loud.

"This is where I start."

The first thing to do is to move him.

I glanced at the ground and saw what had fallen there. Undoubtedly, before Len turned his foot, there was a church that gathered people's beliefs and managed the dungeon.

Late at night.

There was an unexpected appearance in the empty park.

Slightly exposed to the lights of the park is a woman carrying a box full of scriptures in a monk's clothing worn without a gap. "The Virgin" is Ease Ann.

She did not enter through the entrance to the park square, but appeared to gush from the ground.

He stares at the ground with the same iron bark as usual.

She crouches in unexpectedly. The sandy ground. Pick up something there.

What she pinched was a single hair.

Park Square is a public place that many people use. It is not strange that the hair has fallen off as much as possible.

But the thin hair with Ease Ann's fingers had a color that was not possible with human hair.

Purple.

There is only one human with purple hair in the world.

……

There is light in Iez Ann's hand.

It is a purifying light that destroys the devil.

The light of purification she exercises boasts an overwhelming power. Even the festival gear boundaries that the figs have honestly crafted to say the highest peak of mankind are beyond the power of eating and breaking without resistance.

However, the purple hair is not purified while being wrapped in the light of the mystery of being exercised silently. It is not because it is not the object of purifying light.

Only one hair counters the powerful purifying light of Ease Ann.

Eez Ann's fingers are so powerful.

"Holy, holy, holy. And he that borroweth the authority of the LORD before the knee of God shall be king of wickedness and uncleanness: and the wickedness of the man that beholdeth him shall be lighted up with a lamp, and he shall carry his hand, and we shall call one to another. Is it holy, is it holy, is our Lord holy?"

What was said was a holy sentence of unprecedented magnitude. With the intense sound, the light of the illuminated purification increases. Increase to fill the park square with auroral light that dyes the vision white.

Suddenly, the light that comes out of the city is dazzling enough that the center point cannot be seen directly, and bright enough to make the perimeter daylight.

Residents make noise at the reversal of day and night. By the time people gathered, the light finally subsided.

A single hair was unaffected by the light that destroyed the demon.

……

Ease Ann stood loosely with her fingers out of her hair.

A lost hair withstood the marks of The Virgin. Even one hair could not be cleansed.

What would happen if someone had this hair?

How powerful is he? And above all, what does the color of the hair that withstands the power of Ease Ann mean?

Again...

There is no change in her prowess. No anger, no despair, no fear.

Based on faith, he derived what to do and what was needed.

"--I need a brave man."

A saint born out of the collapse of the Empire found a fragment of existence that was the cause of her birth.