"Saint...! Stop singing!"
"Oh, it's right out."
"The voice of the saint led me outside!"
I repeatedly summoned Mr. Sulundo's compass about ten times, and a frightened Elise ran out. The sound was not soundproofed or soundproofed to the inside of the room.
"Why. He said it was fine last time."
"At that time, I was only indemnified for my great achievements!"
Elise tried to stop my mouth.
No, it's a new song. Why do so many people hate it?
Do you not know that the true KPOP originated from Jongno and Myeongdong?
It's hard to convince.
In particular, Winia hates it.
Claudie's just laughing and listening these days...
"I see. Anyway, it's good to see you. How are you?"
"... didn't you just meet him?"
"That's good enough."
Anyway, the reason I found Elise was to tell me about the pagans who occupied the town. I wish I could eat somewhere and talk, but it's not time to eat yet.
I'm not hungry.
If I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn't be eating with Copson.
Sifalum.
"Well, anyway. I came here today because I told you."
"What can I tell you?"
"Yes. What's the news about the pagans..."
"Please wait. I don't think it's a good story to talk about outside."
As soon as I mentioned the pagan, Elise's expressionless face turned into that of a hunter. An infinitely sharp atmosphere. It seemed that it was habitual to find iron with a sneaky waist dance.
"Let's go in and talk."
"Well, let's do it."
Elise grabs my hand.
So I went into Elise's house.
"Sit here."
The room was very small as I saw it the other day, but there was nothing there, so I felt a broad illusion. Usually there are these, but what you see is the scripture and the armor. And none other than the one I bought last time.
A petty life.
"Then tell the story."
When I sat in bed, Elise sat in the chair.
"Elise. Do you know Ezaz?"
"Are you talking about a superstition?"
"Oh, you know?"
Did you learn that from the church?
I knew it was so natural.
Somehow, it reminded me of a landscape where every morning the minister gathers all the church's residents and educates them about evil or paganism. It's like mental education time in the army.
"Ezath is an evil god. It is said to be selfish, cunning, and cruel. The pagans who worshipped him must still be hiding somewhere in the world, though they have been subjugated many times on their own because they are heretically proclaimed by the church."
Elise began to explain.
It would be more accurate to listen to Elise than to those who are dizzy.
"But are there many who worship such evil gods? If I could just trust that son of a bitch, I'd be in the Punitive Force. I just believe in something else because I'm taking that risk."
"You're right. But it is."
An increasingly progressive atmosphere.
"Ezath is famous for his apostleship and blessings to the congregation. There are so many people in the world who want to gain evil power. primarily criminals, or those who live in the darkness of society, who want to serve him and gain strength."
"... I see."
In the first place, it's a god that the adversaries serve.
But a blessing?
"What blessing are you giving me?"
"like the divine power I use. Evil God is one, and so is Ezath. It's a blessing that can bring down that power."
"Are you just getting stronger?"
"Similar. And evil divine spells are also available."
"Is that so?"
Then the non-adversaries are blessed and strengthened. Well, I guess there's a side effect of seedlings. If that blessing were to be offered free of charge in exchange for a simple faith, anyone would be in danger of becoming a member of Ezaz.
When I asked about him, Elise replied.
"Of course, that power is accompanied by major side effects. Losing reason is, of course, all sorts of weird twists or loss of vision. There are more than a hundred side effects identified by the church."
Over a hundred things, my God.
I don't think a cult diet drug is that bad either.
"In fact, it's more of a curse than a blessing. Haven't you baptized human beings into ghouls in eternal life? It's a similar context."
"Oh, that makes perfect sense."
The poor have gained half immortality by becoming Undead Ghoul, but in return, their souls have been plundered.
There is no free happiness in this world.
"It is said that the last recorded apostle was a monster or something... but is there something to talk about?"
"Yes. It's about that ezath."
I've corrected my posture.
"Not this morning..." I heard the story I heard a while ago again this morning, and that was the news of the presence of a madman who was a self-serving apostle of Ezath. "
"... what do you mean? The Apostle of the Evil God appeared?"
Elise falls into shock and opens her eyes wide.
I don't know, but Elixite seems to be coming to a big deal.
"I don't know. Anyway, the chief of the apostles took over the nearby town with the army of Baron Dodens next door. So there was a rumor that he thought he was going to organize a punitive force."
"I can't...!"
"I came here to tell you this."
Elise, who couldn't get her hair out of the shock, got up and started wearing a curtain on the nun's dress.
"Eh, Elise?"
"It's an emergency! The pagans are roaming and raiding civilian villages! This is a must, and it is urgent to put an end to it!"
"Oh, no. Take it easy. It's not a hundred percent sure, and I'm just a rumor that I heard from Copson."
"If rumors were spreading, it would likely have actually been drawn!"
The furious Elise starts to skip the road. That was close to seizure. I tried to dry Elise's body while holding onto her in a panic.
"Saint! This is the impetus that cannot be stopped! Let go!"
"Argh!!!!"
My body, strengthened by divine power, overwhelmed my body. Every time Elise flies like a bull, her body loses its gravity and starts to shake like a belly button.
"Wait, calm down!!!! If you don't find peace, you can't win against pagans!!!"
"It won't calm down! I can feel the burning fury! To the Order... Glory!!!"
"Argh!!!"
It was then.
- Boo-hoo.
Powered by the power of Elise, who shook his body, he became an unrealistic cast fisherman. Immediately, I felt my body crumpling over, and I saw the eyes of surprised Elise.
It feels like the world has stopped for a while.
- Quagmire!!
"Huff!"
I literally hit the bed and fell to the ground!
I tried to scream instinctively, but I couldn't hear...!
Pain, pain!
Mm-hmm.
... no pain?
Fortunately, the cushion on the floor did not appear to have been hit...
Oops.
Elise was under me.
"..."
- Static.
The surprised face of Elise is getting red.
Turning his head aside, Elise said.
"... the saint. It's heavy."
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry..."
I came down from above Elise with a stiff motion.
"... no."
"..."
Elise also got up and robbed him of the dust on his body.
And the extreme awkward hours that follow.
Elise opens her mouth first.
"... you were so excited. I'm sorry."
"Oh, no, what. I'm sorry..."
"..."
- Static again.
"Oh, that's it, that's it. They say they make some punitive battles, so if you do something, then you better take a ride. I'm thinking that way for now, too."
"... well, I think it would be good to do that. In fact, even if you and I go together, it's impossible to defeat the town."
"Ha, ha. Yeah, that's right."
"Huhu, huhu... yes."
Absolutely impossible.
Enemies of such magnitude as to defeat the army.
"Hahaha..."
"Huhuhuhu..."
Awkward laugh.
"Ha, ha."
"Huhu..."
"Divine."
"Friend."
I stretched out my arms in awkward thoughts. Elise straightened her arms and made a cross. Oh, shit. I feel so ashamed of what I just did, my back is hot. I'm just itching to sweat.
Elixite, what the hell are you doing?
"Well, I'll be right back. See you later."
"... I understand."
I came out there.
Now that we have a case, Elise won't be going back for a while. By the way, if you send the Holy Army in the Church, don't you also come to the Light Fame Cross in Kraszheim?
I think it will be clear from Elise's reaction.
I'm sure he'll come.
No one crazy about pagans will come.
"..."
I was struck by the breeze, but my back was still hot.
I can't believe this is happening in real life.
- Fluid!
Shamelessly shook his head and headed home.
First of all, we must inform Claudie and Winia about the evil god.
- Yikes.
I opened the door and went in, and there was no one.
"Oh, are you both out?"
I think they're both out there doing something these days, and I think they're out. But all that's missing is Claudie's shoes. Winia's shoes were intact.
I heard the sound of water, but it seemed that Winia was taking a shower. Disarmed and comfortably dressed, she sits still in the chair, giving her a moistened winia.
"Huh? You got a nigger?"
Covered with a towel.
There was water in his chest bones that could not be wiped.
"Uh... I just got here. What about Claudie?"
"She went out for a while."
Winia lifts the towel a little and wipes off the ends of her hair.
Then all of a sudden I looked at my face and smiled.
"Nigga, you've been alone for a long time?"
"No, right?"
- Hooray.
Winia, who suddenly threw off her towel, approached me.
With a big rainfall, a cute pink conspiracy was revealed.
"Let's take off our niggers?"
"Hey, hey. Claudie and that. Didn't you do that?"
"What did you do?"
"You know, we only do it when we're together. Strange hot stuff."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"No, man, you can't!"
"Why not? And you can't be persuasive about that, can you?"
Upcoming Winia tried to take off my shorts. Already swollen tightly, looking at Winia's bust and a tightly sealed penis. It hit Winia's cheek as it popped out of my mouth.
- Chop.
"Ahhh."
"..."
Winia looking at my stuff as if it had become fascinating.
"Nigga, do you want me to suck it? That's fine."
"... yes."
"Cook. Yeah, a nigger asks me to suck it, but I have to suck it."
Immediately Winia left what was in my mouth and began to Pelacchio.
No, as soon as I get home, I'll get Pela...!
"Ugh... Winiaaah... I love you...!"
"Ugh... yeah. I love you, nigger. Would you like to go a little faster?"
"No, I like it now."
At the end of the conversation, I began to suck.
Oh, but I need to talk to you.
"Ah... that Winia... I have something to say..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Tell me because you're listening."
"I mean, there's a demon called... a demon?"
I told Winia who was shaking her head.
"The pagans who believed in him occupied a nearby town."
"I said something... yes. I heard rumors. Why, nigger, you interested? I'm sure it'll be worth the money."
"Well, that's a little... I think it would be nice to go to a group."
"I'm sure it is."
"Winia. Now I'm sleepy..."
When I said it was going to be sad, Winia stopped falling and grabbed me by the hand.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"You want to spray it on my black titties?"
It's too much to say.
"I want to sow a lot."
"You're a real nigger, you pervert."
"Don't say that."
"Cook. Yeah, do what you want."
Winia stretched out her chest, and I reasoned there. Mass release of sticky semen soaks and spills over Winia's chest.
"Nigga. Now that I've sucked him, should I suck him?"
"Yes."
I spent so much time with Winia. The words forced me to caress with the logic of not having sex, whether I intend to keep the agreement or not.
No. There's no compulsion.
It's because I like it.
As Winia did for me, I sucked Winia's, and caressed her until she was satisfied.