Winter in the capital
"Shouldn't she drink it herself?"
Risha, who said so, naturally took the flask towards her mouth. No, what did this sister do now? I immediately grabbed Risha's wrist.
"Huh?"
"No, Risha. You're just drinking this? What, you're not experimenting on anything else?"
"Ahhh..."
Well, I try to drink it naturally.
This requires clinical trials.
Clinical trials.
At that moment, I remembered the humble face of Il Ryong and Ding Ryong who were sleeping in a honeymoon. Of course, those bastards are the ones I love. Clinical trials cannot be performed. Of course, you have to buy other plants or monsters for Mormot.
"Huhu, are you worried? It's okay. She never does anything dangerous. Of course I'm convinced of everything I do..."
"No, still. What do you drink yourself? I don't know what's gonna happen."
"Argh."
I took the flask from Risha's hand. I can't let you just drink the test item.
"No, it's okay. She's very familiar with these things. If you make something like this, you've been experimenting with it yourself, so there's nothing dangerous. Don't you know very well?"
"I know."
"..."
We have to do animal testing first.
"Then... I see. I will postpone the next test, and I will try to study in a different way."
"Yeah, you can relax, so let's do it next time. Drink something yourself?"
Nor is it urgent.
"Really..."
If anything happens to me, I'll have to take this test item with me.
"Are you worried too? You don't have to..."
"Well, if you say you eat a test item, of course you don't worry. Anyway, next time." This is a miracle. "
Risha nods at my words. He said he could do other kinds of research anyway. Anyway, the research started again. I stood behind Risha and watched her touch her heart. I don't know, but I use black magic and tools to make a good move.
I looked at it and came up again.
You just have to turn it around until tomorrow.
I'm a little worried about going to see the Saint in two days, but I can't train him. I put everything about Mirkesha in my head anyway.
No problem.
Tomorrow, let's make excuses.
*
Two days later.
I woke up early, washed my body thoroughly, then tied my head back and put on my regular clothes. I'm not going to church today, I'm going straight to that restaurant, so I don't have to dress up.
It's a little scratchy right now, and it's uncomfortable to hang.
But I didn't wear it at all, so the Priest Quilted Armor decided to hang. It's nothing like a black coat. And it's winter, so it's low.
- Yikes.
I went right outside in my shoes.
There was no discharge. It happened earlier than usual. Maybe Ari and Hilde have a little more time to get up. Ari doesn't wake up very well these days because it's winter.
When you see that, Risha will wake up sooner.
Risha continues to get up early these days and is stuck in the basement. It sounds like a lot of fun touching the heart of the Spirit King. Winia also goes down once a week to watch.
Claudie and Karin and Liz, if you're training me this afternoon, come out and help me or something. Yesterday, I also had a moment of tactical training and action. I've positioned myself to fight back with a spirit king or something.
You're gonna have to catch me and do it right.
I don't want to hit him, but he's a fucking ghost king. If I had made a mistake, I would have had to retreat. We need to train in the yard where he can strike more right now.
"..."
Ah, mr.
I can't calm down because I don't think I'm going to get upset about this. No, it's not some kind of sin. I feel so inhumane that I am reproached for this in the courtyard, whether noble or king.
But what do we do?
That's what the eyes of the world look like.
The Saint knows all that, so he has no choice but to do this to me. I walked with that in mind. But when I see you at the restaurant, I won't be so upset.
Where is she going to eat and scold people?
This may be a gesture of forgiveness or a bypass announcement that I will do this.
Thinking about it, I took another step lighter.
I think the Paladin position is my lifelong job, so I must have reacted sensitively to it. Yeah, I'm a man with nothing to kneel about. I'm a real hero. But the heart of a burdle shaken by this wind... is like Princess Gimcott.
- Arrest.
Soon after, I arrived in front of the restaurant. It is also a large and good-looking building. How did you get in last time? I think I just followed Saint's instructions.
Let's go in.
"Excuse me, please stop."
When I went in, a woman who looked like Weita stopped me. She skillfully asked for the purpose of the visit and my name.
"Kat. There's someone waiting for me first."
"... I understand."
After checking my face for a moment, she nodded and asked me to follow. I followed her into the depths. So I was guided right up the stairs.
"You can go into room four on the top floor."
"I see."
"Please take this."
She greeted him with the key. Do you think we should go in there for a visit? I went up the stairs that way.
- Boom, boom.
"Oh, fuck."
Where's the elevator?
But it's not too late, is it? It's not time yet. This is early enough. If I'd come sooner, I wouldn't be late. As I thought about it, I moved to the top floor.
- Room four.
I stood at that door.
"..."
I'm a little nervous.
But now I'm forced to scream.
- Choking.
I put the key right in and turned it. The door opens gently, and a distinctive, luxurious red background comes into my eyes. Red floors, walls. And all the way to the couch.
"You're here."
In front of it, Saint Cardia sat down.
"You're early. Now that you've kept your promise of time, I don't think Saint Bone will be angry."
"Saint?"
I froze for a while.
"But why?"
It was because the Saint was so bold.
- White.
That too is a very tight mini dress.
It was more daring than the last time we came here together. There was enough exposure to reveal more than half of the chest bones of the wealthy breasts, and the hem was also flawlessly across the hips.
That's why I'm going to move my clothes up and throw away all my panties. No, that's not it. A little walk may cause too much chest exposure, so your chest may come out.
It's natural to be shaken as big as you can.
It was a really bad exposure just to cover my nipples. It's even up and down. This is hardly a refugee or a cloth to wear... I was so short of cloth that I thought only real refugees would be able to wear it through these strict wear and occupation restrictions.
I looked so poor, but the nobility of the Saint did not fade at all. It looks extremely expensive in the first place. I feel quite beautiful with hidden decorations.
How long have you been in that little outfit?
That was pretending to be a refugee and deceiving. Is it supposed to be the saint of one religion? This was wrong. Even at this moment, war or monsters. And there are vagrants who have lost their property and become refugees due to various criminal behaviors.
Anyway, it seemed to fit quite well with the glorious blonde of Saint because it was white.
"..."
I'm sure you didn't just wear that. I saw a pile of white clothes and veils next to me. I came in, covering my body like last time.
"Hugh."
Whatever I was about to say, the smiling Saint opened his mouth first.
"If you have something to say, do it right. I don't know what to react to if I call it quietly."
"... that's what I mean."
"It's not polite to keep it up. Won't you come sit next to Saint Bone? Now that we're here to talk, we should talk."
As I cut off my words, the Saint who spoke snapped his head slightly.
"With our wizard, Palladine."
"The Vulture..."
Oh, my God.
Is this title fixed?
Anyway, I took off the quilted armor I was wearing with my coat and threw it in the right place. I went straight to the side and sat on a couch that stretched out to both sides.
- Glug.
Then the Saint naturally went and sat across from me... No. I can't be more curious than that. Didn't you call me to scold you today? There's no reason to be dressed like that.
It was literally a dress that sought extreme sexiness. The dress only covers the abdomen with a cloth, but it's an undergarment or something.
Naturally, I have no choice but to look.
"Are you uncomfortable with the word" vulturer "?"
The Saint sitting across the street said so.
"..."
I had nowhere to close my eyes, so I looked up to my face. I saw that the Saint's face was a little different than usual.
- Pale makeup.
The makeup was a beauty that was not needed at all, but now it was so pale that it did not cover the beauty at all but rather helped a little. This makes me feel like I'm too much of a brainstormer.
"Before I say anything inconvenient, the Saint's clothes make me poorly focused."
"Ah, dressed."
The Saint said in a flat tone.
"You've been caring about this."
- Ugh.
Then, as if it were nothing, I slightly grabbed the toe of the cloth that covered the side of my chest with my fingers. It almost completely revealed the breasts that were still heavily exposed.
What a madman...!
"It's no big deal. Don't you think you should get dressed properly after coming out?"
"I think it's a little more serious than the last time you wore it right."
Refugee style.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Brother refugee style.
"Is that so?"
The Saint did not react much. It was an attitude that did not seem to matter at all, whether it was his appearance or my gaze.
"Well, I said I should talk to Paladin for a long time, but when I think about sending Paladin, I think a lot of Saints have reacted a little badly."
The Saint reached out and grabbed the bag of cigarettes on the table.
"If not, it's Paladin who's always doing a good job of coming back, just because cultures are a little different... I reacted first."
"..."
"So if you come out in your usual clothes, it seems like you're trying to reprimand Palladine, and you choose these clothes on purpose. You don't really feel confused, do you? It induced it."
Certainly did.
"And it's unintentional, but I can feel Paladin's hot eyes very well. Starting with the breasts of the Saint... oh? You're going downstairs. How can you be so ugly?"
- Aggravation.
The Saint twisted his leg to the other side. That bold move almost gave me a sneaky pair of pants.
"That's the view of the Vulture."
"No, Saint. It's not like that."
"No, but what's not? The gaze on a woman is like that of a beast. In fact, it was kind of an experiment, but the wilderness melted away in the eyes of a noble and dignified saint like a volcano."
The Saint began to speak like some kind of palace... No! You must be upset!
"That's what I mean... haha. I'm sorry."
What am I supposed to do when he's so angry?
"Do you have something to be sorry about? Paladin didn't do anything wrong. It's just a cultural difference... yes, that's all. This is why it feels like this Saint, who has not considered the cultural differences, is caught and scolded. Raise your head properly and look at the face of the Saint, the Vulture Paladin."
This is insane.
"..."
I raised my gaze again and saw the Saint's eyes.
"... well, there is no malice in saying that I am a seamstress. I'm just saying that I have nothing to say about the state of Paladin. So don't be uncomfortable, don't start with the meal. What are you doing, not eating?"
The dining table was stocked with various foods, but I didn't think I'd move on.
"The formalization of the spiritual system is well under way. You can eat as much as you want by personally treating Paladin who made such an achievement."
The Saint started smoking without holding the tableware.
- Whoo.
Fuck.
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