Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Argentina, the capital of the Grawior Empire. The top floor of the Tower of Sinners "Peckertle Turris" outside its royal palace.

In front of the door of the special quarantine facility for you, the middle-backed man, who was benevolent and watching the surroundings, listened over the door to the sound of something light falling on the floor, sighing under the door, after the footsteps of 'Dosdos' and how rough his nose was, stepping on the floor.

I can predict what will happen next.

Hopefully, I didn't, but apparently things are heading in the worst direction.

"... there is only one way. Is this going to happen?"

He unraveled the dagger in his hand - the overdecorated archpope's sword he had just deposited - into the sword belt and quietly opened the door behind him.

This Tower of Sinners, Peckertle Turris, is inherently a prison, so naturally, it can't be locked from the inside out. The only way to do this is to lock it from the outside, but today it is used as a place for confidential talks, not for its original use, and if anything happens, it is left unlocked so that it can enter the room immediately.

The man who entered the room so as not to make a sound, heard a slight rubbing noise, heard from the back bedroom, secretly gave a relief expression.

- Apparently, it hasn't come to that yet.

Sneak more footsteps - wearing heavy armor, but not making any noise at all, it was more like a namesake or assassin than a knight - and move on to the bedroom.

Mindful of the shadows, sinking his body and watching softly inside, he had just thrown the scarlet snow dress that Archpope Werner had painfully taken off under his bed, seemingly unconstitutional.

Only two pieces of cloth will remain to protect the small twin hills and the secret office.

The Archpope, who is comfortable with unconscious scarlet snow and enjoys the feeling of white skin like snow, has paid no attention to this one at all.

I have not worked out at all, I have a rounded view of alarmed bellies and raw white asses.

- Hmm. You can act a little bold with this.

The man who so decided, checking his identity, nodded one in the sense of 'Oh, is this affordable' and pulled out the dagger he kept from the Archpope.

"Ha, ha, what a touch. The heavenly maiden's feather is not as good as this."

The archpope has a rough nose and is trying to reach the last jetty.

"Well, then..."

I hung my finger on the string of my underwear, and the guard, who was sneaking behind it without a sound, crouched down and laid down the cutting-edge of the dagger in his hand to the center of the archpope's ass.

"Yes, then. Exhale and take it easy."

"Hmm?"

"Three, two, one, ho!

The archpope's dagger in the man's hand, with its original bearer as a sheath, tucked deep into the roots.

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"Die! Die! You scumbag! Where's the priest? What sincerity! I can't believe you tried to rape me for deception!! Die! Die! Die now!!!"

A fiercely high scarlet snow was kicking Archpope Werner with his legs as he relentlessly remained in his underwear and grew a dagger in his ass, peeling his white eyes and blowing bubbles out of his mouth, bleeding badly from his lower body.

Gosh! Gosh! And there is a dull sound, and the nosebleeds flowing out of his changed face create an unbeatable accumulation of blood. A dark-haired man in a guard who took a gigantic impetus, pulling so much on the look of the Archpope, whose HP is decreasing, calls out in horror.

"Oh, um... lady, if you do any more, you're gonna die out of the sprinkles, and it's time..."

Scarlet snow stares at a man with a ragged and ferocious eye from between his shaky dark hair.

"I'm going to kill you, naturally!

"No, you know, I know exactly how you feel, but killing just is a lot of problems..."

"There's nothing wrong with that! If you're going to say a mess, you should just erase every holy kingdom!!"

The man was also unexpected to be so radically furious that he managed to overlap words in great haste in an attempt to translate Scarlet Snow.

"No, no, this is only one of these idiot popes, and I have no idea what else, so I was just wondering if that was too much..."

"So if you give up a million steps, this gess won't complain about killing you on this occasion, will he?

I'm seriously going to smash my head and shake one leg up.

"Ma, ma. I know it's sunny, but if you kill me here, it's gonna be a war in the end, so why don't you manage to forgive me in this half-kill state? Think I'll stand my own face."

Scarlet Snow waved down as much of her legs as she could as she laid down the figure of a man worshipping her down on the edge of her sight, breathing roughly on her shoulders.

Zung! and with a blow, that foot stepped through the bed and penetrated to the floor where the carpet was laid.

Scarlet Snow, pulling out her thin legs, finally took her gaze off the bumpy face of Archpope Werner, who missed a critical direct hit.

"I don't even want to see a face like this! I'm gonna miss following your word because I owe you help this time, but I'm not going to get involved again in the future!

"Uh, excuse me"

A man who, bowing his head, appropriately shakes the heel potion removed from his nostrils to the near-dying archpope.

In the meantime HP is back, but leave the dagger with the butt petals scattered and stabbed, handily tying both hands and feet.

In the meantime Scarlet Snow was dressed and socked rolling on the floor, picking up the costume touched by the Archpope with an unpleasant face and putting it on. Inside the tower, the storage space (inventory) cannot be used, which is why a change of clothes cannot be prepared.

When I left the tower, I just got dressed, took a bath, and the costume I was wearing today was Scarlet Snow, determined to just throw it away.

Speaking of which,

Lastly, Scarlet Snow asks the man in the wind that he was concerned, wearing a black pump and adjusting his tongue and condition.

"Why are you here, Mr. Shadowloon?

The man asked - Shadow Lang, who was disguised as a guard, stumbled on the bed.

"- Are you kidding me!?

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"And I mean, it's usually like, 'Why are you alive?' Isn't that right?

Shadowloon twisted his neck as he thankfully drank the tea that Scarlet Snow had brewed me with prepared tea leaves from his hands, sitting back in the chair in the next room that he moved from his bedroom - oddly around where he had been killed before.

……… Oh. Speaking of which, you're dead. "

I forgot, Scarlet Snow keeps drinking my share of tea.

"Something about my life, it's not like I'm being treated lightly by Ella? The ladies killed you, to be exact?

Slightly resentfully speaking, Scarlet Snow returned the cup to the saucer without any particular moving wind.

"But you weren't dead, were you?

"No, I'm firmly dead. I'm pretty sure he pretended to be dead, but he was dead."

Shadow Lang corrects with a disgusting face, but even if he said so with a glass of energy, he was completely guiltless Scarlet Snow.

"And I, I quit my previous place of work now, and I'm practically free, and it's simply personal curiosity to be here. It was going to be a good three-country consultation or something. - Thank you for helping your daughter."

Scarlet snow staring at Shadow Lang's face in a frigid odor, but from the look on his face I wonder what he might still be thinking, I couldn't deduce the inside of it.

"... well, let me thank you for that. But quitting behind the scenes and being free is a little hard to believe."

"Yes, you are."

Shadow Man laughing bitterly.

"Or is it something that you can pull out that easily? Death to the traitor, isn't it?

"Yes, sir." Death "or" Being "is erased, so when this is done, I will say complete resuscitation (Lizarection), but using resuscitation pills (Elixir) will not bring resuscitation. - I have this, so the others are following me."

Oh, speaking of which, there was no resuscitation medicine (elixir) on the billing item. When I charged for my part-time job, I almost forgot because I was gachapong.

With that in mind, Scarlet Snow hit a natural doubt.

"Why are you still alive?

"It's everyday."

…………

Without going bad, Shadowloon, who said he was soaked and emptied the cup, said, "Tea, can I have another drink?," he urged warmly.

Smiling at the accustomed gesture of scarlet snow, which silently brews his second cup of tea - though it only looks like a frigid grin beside him - Shadowloon put the rest in his mouth as he watched.

"Well, it was a bet of one or eight. I just had an unusual medicine on hand that would help with all the illnesses, and I changed my physique a little bit. So, when I realized it, it was being flushed like a dirt left guard, and I was in a hurry, but it means I managed to take off my dead place. - Oh, excuse me."

Sip deliciously the contents of the cup you received in gratitude.

"Yeah.... well, I know it's endlessly suspicious, but suppose, in case that story is true, what are we going to do?

"That's right. My previous husband and ex-colleagues… I have three or four people who think I'm dead, so I decide to hide myself for a while. - And it's actually a side effect of the medicine, and it's a little annoying at the moment, and I need to do something about it first."

Scarlet Snow looks at Shadow Lang, who says he's in trouble but has no distress at all, with a frigid eye.

Whatever it is, it teaches us the power of the enemy, but the gaze of suspicion grows stronger and stronger in a whichever attitude avoids a clear statement.

"... Isn't there something else you're hiding?

Shadow Lang nodded lightly.

"Yeah, I'm pretty much hiding it. But, well, this is a personal circumstance, so it's not about getting directly involved with your daughter... Oh, yeah, I just wanted to ask you, is your daughter still planning to fight Shima?

Scarlet snow, who was asked, snorted, often annoyed.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not going to work with the Holy Kingdoms on the Golden Wheel anymore, but Mr. Shima is a threat to you because he's Mr. Shima. I'm gonna slap you before I can't help it any more?

"Really? Then I have a mon for you, my lady."

That's what I said and saw the silo thing I took out of my nose and said, "Ew!!!" Scarlet Snow changed her complexion and instantly knocked down the chair, slumping down to the entrance and exit of the room.

Shadow Lang has no wind he cared for, and puts enough cross on the table to fit in its palms to push him toward Scarlet Snow.

"" Sealed Cross ". It's not the crude product used by the stupid bong rolling over there, it's the authentic real thing I used to seal Mr. Shima. I think it will help you deal with Shima, so use it, my lady."

Keep the cross on the table, in an easygoing state again, Shadow Lang sipping tea.

"... what do you mean?

"No, I can't help it if I have it. I think you just learned how to use it and how it works.

Scarlet Snow is steamed back through an already traumatized story, with a sinister face.

"If I used this, it wouldn't be a specification that would be sealed with recoil until me, would it?

Return to the table with your hips flat, do not touch directly, with a spoon by the cup, and pull to hand to confirm.

"Come on? If you're worried, why don't you ask your daughter's family to seal it up and try it? It's not the end patchmon if you use it once, it seems you can use this repeatedly."

"... I'll let you do that"

Scarlet snow that hangs at your fingertips to make sure it's safe and becomes a storage pochette on your hips.

"But why did you have something like this?

"No, well, there's a lot going on there... it's a long time to talk, so I'm running out of time"

When I saw the clock hung on the wall when they told me, it was about time for the Orianas to come.

Shadow Lang, who emptied the second cup, again wore the one he had put aside when he stood up.

"In the meantime, I'll go back to my station. I'd appreciate it if you could miss out on a guard like this."

"Yes, sir. So you're a dead man and you don't exist. By keeping it in my chest, I'll leave you with no loan."

"Excuse me. That would help."

I graciously tried to get out of the room, but I asked him a fuss on the verge of knocking at the door.

"- Ma'am. What would you say if you weren't the 'Shadow Man' your daughter knew, but that dead copy without a soul?

Scarlet snow shrugging her shoulders lightly "nothing". "In the meantime, we meet here and we're talking. You're you, and I'm not sure if you have a soul or not, but it's okay because there's nothing else in the way."

"... I guess I am, but my daughter is also light"

Distorted his visible mouth into the form of a laugh, Shadowloon walked out the door.

Soon after, the entrance and exit of the tower opened, and the sound of several footsteps rushing up the spiral staircase at a fast foot.

In the meantime, I wonder if I can explain that I paid back because I attacked you. Scarlet Snow drank her own cup of tea that was completely cold, thinking it seemed hard to contain the heavens...