Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Gustav has a cold sweat, "Gu......" he's throating.

Still, it's brilliant not to kneel unnecessarily. That's right, is it a place called the Holy Knight even if it rots?

Drifting a force like a queen, Natalia stepped closer to him.

"When Harald once preached that magic was poison, figured out why the higher nobles were so easily deceived? Because, indeed, for some humans, we knew that dark dragon blood acts as a poison."

"Poison..."

Gustav glances at me with such sharp eyes that he seems to be able to kill people with only his gaze.

But Natalia flushed it like a spring breeze.

"Hehe. Your hands and feet will be paralyzed, won't they? Isn't it painful to breathe? The stronger the spiritual power, the purer it is, the more poisonous the incompatible dragon blood becomes. - So, Clingbail is a Duke family that has been good at manipulating poison for generations. I think my blood, which has contained all sorts of poisons since I was a little girl, is pretty good."

"Ku......"

Gustav tries to scratch his throat.

From his body, fluttering and pale firepowder will be dangling, because the Spirit itself suffers from dragon blood.

As Natalia deepened her grin, she cornered her opponent on the wall, unable to move, and took that jaw. The opposite is true.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Being deprived of your body's freedom and compelled by the opposite sex. Besides, it's from someone you can't even think about."

"... hey."

To Gustav, who frowned, Natalia continued with her face off.

"Well, Leonora is afraid of men. How much was that fear?"

"... scared of a man...?

"Yes."

She let go of that hand as she was tired of it.

"Leonora at the College would certainly be a glorious presence. Always surrounded by people and bathed in praise. But that's what happened to her - it's only been a few months since she started living the blessed life she deserves. Until then, in the barn of Lower Town, she was chained to a lower bitch who was fearless of spirits, and she was left without being fed or educated. Even in the cold winter I was given only one blush, not many times, while being denied my existence as a child of sin......!

Coming here and "Leonora's Past" also feels at last extremely miserable.

Within the imaginative Via Bianca and Natalia, he seems to have gotten his tail but even his wings and winged them into the sky.

But Gustav, who certainly did not know that, opened his eyes wide open.

"What...?

From its masculine throat, a grunt leaked like a groan.

"Her past is hidden by the Marquis and us in order to preserve its honour. Even if you looked it up, you wouldn't have gotten it as information. But if you are truly an observant mentor, you should have guessed that from scattered tips. Too thin a body, awkward language, a habit of shaking shoulders from time to time...... Are you sure you didn't notice?

Gustav gets annoyed.

He was remembering that she was unusually frightened when she grabbed the girl's arm in the penance room.

(So... he really...)

Recklessly, inadvertently, the girl who revealed Harald's conspiracy. How I drove my sister to death.

I can't imagine I didn't have those preconceptions.

It was an abnegation, and powerless, young child everywhere, who stood when he took it away and tried to make her think all over again.

A harsher guilt than dragon poison runs through Gustav's entire body.

The fact that he was himself abusing the weakest to protect, with the intention of punishing arrogance, seemed to shower cold water in his heart.

Natalia stared silently at Gustav, with a cold light floating in contempt.

"Surely she has the tough will of adult face loss or a clear brain. But I think it's a blur, a calculation height, etc."

Gustav's stern face had now faded.

In fact, he had even forgotten the pain of poison and gripped his fist so much that the skin of his palms could be torn.

"The Virgin Attraction? Self manifestation? To the best of my knowledge, that child is always behind me. On the contrary, I always try to hurt myself and save people - as if I'm worthless"

…………

A child planted with self-denial hurts himself by trying to seek his own place.

The slightest gratitude thus offered as consideration is received with a scratchy body and an irresistible grin - such a painful diagram came to the back of Gustav's brain.

"I... oh my God..."

As a knight, he was sometimes forced to make a bitter choice. There were times when people lost their lives.

But I've never felt this harsh guilt - I've never felt it before.

Gustav realized that he was ravaging the weak in the worst possible way.

"Mostly, the disaster happened because you adults are slow to act. Why don't you show me how temperamental you are to wipe that ass, rather than being outdone and resented by the 'kid'?

Natalia, at the end of the day, put her face softly closer, and that's what blew the word in to whisper love.

"The blind, the cursed"

She didn't forgive me for being treated like a kid.

To get it straight back, Natalia finally lowers her drinks and takes a step back.

"Paralysis will be taken at dawn. I hope you don't flirt with your off-campus studies tomorrow. - But let's not say anything about Leonora's past. Excuse me."

With all due respect, Natalia turned back on her heels.

That's how it stays, leaving the cathedral early enough.

Tightening the large wooden door behind your back,

"-... is"

She exhaled the breath she was unconsciously packing.

Put your white hand gently against your chest.

Under the dress, my heart was pounding and rumbling.

(-... I've done it)

It is rarely the case that she, who always puts herself in a bystander position and tries to be calm, acts without thinking later.

When I calmed down just a little, I felt the thought that was pushing me somewhere to regain my strength.

I have poisoned the Holy Knight of the Emperor's life.

Or I peppered about the poison in Clingbail.

Nevertheless, he is still strong, if you give him the blood of Natalia, arguably a quasi royal family, a mentor in line would pass out.

Besides, I didn't try to bring up a weapon or raise my hand to the end, because I'm still a student opponent. I wonder if you had that kind of common sense, why would you put more of that on Leonora...

Extraordinary thoughts swirl, and I'm about to be swallowed up by them.

But at the bottom of that turbulent thought, she realized what she was mourning, and Natalia lowered her eyebrows to pity.

- It was my first time, even though it was a kiss.

"... neither romance nor flattery, isn't it"

Gently crawl your fingers on your lips with blood seeping through them.

The skin I chewed off with my teeth was sore and tingly.

The last time I cursed Gustav about being a cursory adult, I hit half an eight.

I couldn't forgive Alberto or Leonora for running desperately for justice, but the adults who should have, not lifting their heavy hips.

We are children.

A "kid" who has no power, can't even think, can only run.

But if I were to say that, I would have liked adults to set an example.

Without it, we say we stretch out full and pretend to be adults.

"... I won't read any more Knights or Desert Kings."

The romance novel was one of the few "children" parts allowed by Natalia.

No intercession, no romance, no free marriage is allowed on your body.

Stuffed with learning and poison as a duke's warrant, she cannot be allowed to freely treat even a drop of blood. Then at least, as much as I wanted in the book, I wanted to dip my fingertips in my sweet dreams.

- But it seems difficult to remember once in a while.

"……… silly"

Poop, squealing at no one, Natalia shook her head and raised her face steadily.

Perhaps around the hallway ahead, Bianca twitches and waits.

In front of my cousin, I must always be a sister.

When he exhaled, the usual intelligent glow had already returned to Natalia's pale eyes.

Leo ran.

For the money.

Those purple eyes were now glittering with certainty of making money, and the smooth cheeks were reddish with profit in mind.

(All right, ahhh! When I get back to my room, I'll embroider it all over and get ready for tomorrow. Ooh!

The Spirit did not abandon himself.

Tomorrow in the Corwitz Forest, if we can find a lake with stunning cars and leave this magic cloth with the name of the Spirit sewn away, the formation business will have been as successful as 80%.

The challenges were secretly piling up, whether you could see the Spirit even if the lake was found in the first place, or if they liked you where you told them your name, but the troubles of the last few days were solved all at once, and Leo was getting high.

First the embroidery, then the memorization of the map of the woods, a little more research if possible, and the groom and the calculation all night, there was a voice calling from behind.

- Leonora!

The crying son is also a silent installer, the first prince of the Empire, Alberto.

Seeing him with a rugged face, Leo whispered "hiccup".

Alberto, with his long legs, quickly approaches us.

Inevitably, Leo went into action that was no longer a conditional reflex.

That is, fleeing.

Leo stepped up his footsteps, which were small runs, and dashed to the room.

"Wait! Why are you running, Leonora?"

(I ask the other way around, why are you chasing me, Prince!

No, I know the answer.

I wonder how hungry he is about Leo running right out to make money.

But that's why it's so good to go around and chase people around.

Leo put his strength into running feet. If you go through this hallway, your room is right in front of you.

(Yeah, now's the time to wake up, my potential! Feet lengths vary, temper and guts, escape evil belt demon hands -)

but.

"Leonora!"

"Wah!"

The temper and guts knelt before the physical leg length and velocity, and Leo was caught lightly.

They pull the taken arms tightly and dress like they can be hugged from behind for a moment.

(Hilarious, good!

Reaching like a crow hung on a net, the prince muttered, "I'm sorry," and let me go about Leo.

- Liberation. Thank you. This is progress.

Alberto frowned cuttingly at Leo as he turned to escape his arms and tried to distance himself from them with his gaze in alignment.

"Please, don't be so vigilant. I am not going to touch you without permission. [M] Unless I touch you."

"... really, to...?

Does it mean that the possibility of slaughter or strangulation (whispering) can be eliminated for the first time?

But I can't be alarmed. The opponent has a flying tool called magic.

Leo asked as he raised the gripping magic cloth like a guard in order to grasp the sincerity of the prince - or the level of harm.

"Why, after me, have you come? Are you angry? Now, why?

"Angry, etc!

Alberto felt the sadness and shock of his chest about to rip open at the way the girl asked frightened.

If you come with her now, the victim herself softens herself by assuming that the arms stretched out for comfort are meant for abuse.

I'm not trying to hurt her, I'm just chasing that heart to comfort her.

Alberto chose the words as he tried to keep his voice down, wondering how he could tell him that.

"Leonora, listen to me. I'm not angry. [M] That can't be right. I just... can't watch you try to hold it all by yourself."

When he heard the prince's words, Leo said that it was still a mine where he was trying to hold the profits all by himself.

I'm not angry but I can't ignore it. In the end, that means you're angry.

"I don't have the right to stop you from running well. But watching that is terrible... hard. Please don't forget we're next to you."

"Oh no..."

Leo, of course, took the prince's statement to mean, "Well, you certainly don't have the right to stop your business, but you're not running away without me."

What a transgression this Mistress puts out by narrowing his eyes to the cuts?

It's me, and I don't know what you mean, but no, no, it's the First Prince of the Empire.

As for Leo, a common man who can't resist that power, he just bites his lips off stuffed.

But business opportunities can't be broken if we just follow our promises.

Leo grabbed his fist all the time and tried to argue.

"Does that mean you can't go alone and ask about the formation? I don't like that. I don't have much time."

"Don't have time?

"By the Spirit Festival -"

Speaking, Alberto stared at the girl, who kept her mouth shut all the time, with the thought that she was still...

After all, she wanted to solve the water problem by the Spirit Festival.

She learnt that on her off-campus studies tomorrow, she was headed to a lake that could be a source of water.

So, I guess you relied on your mentor to complete the formation.

So instead of myself with magic, I relied on a mentor with spiritual power - hard to admit, but at the Snowflower Festival the other day, it totally frightened her.

Even more terrifying than the man who had restrained his arm, he was branded so.

The prince frowned at chest pain.

"And anyway, I, quick, formation, want to get it done. For that, I'll do anything. Alone. 'Cause I'm going to ask. I'm going as many times as I can!

"Leonora......"

If it's to save citizens, let them stand up to it again and again, even if they try to get unfair claims.

Frightened, but to the girl who said so out, Alberto gently reached out - lowering it along the way.

I really want to protect the girl exposed to all sorts of malice and still running for the weak by locking her in this arm.

But that's not what she wants.

Because that's what I thought.

But - then.

Alberto put his own fingertips close to his mouth and injured it with his teeth.

"Prince...!?

"I, at least, want to share. Leonora. You will come down, joy, - pain."

"Huh...?

Alberto smiles quietly at the girl who opens her eyes to surprise.

And so he stretched out his arms with grace.

Not to the girl, she's squeezing, to the magic cloth.

"of the formation, molding"

The moment he chanted that, the blood seeping through his fingertips spread fluffy - drawing quick and complex prints.

What surrounds the crest of the Water Spirit. What further encloses it as a definition and directs it into other space-times. Something that causes circulation and purification to be repeated in a defined location.

Delicate, layered, no longer as beautiful as a work of art, it was indisputably a formation for summoning, transferring and storing water.

"This......!

"Dragon blood can repel any interference from the Spirit. Blood-drawn formations will not fade, even if exposed to water for long periods of time.... With this, you don't have to run anymore to complete the formation, sooo"

At the same time, you are exposed to malice from men and boneless treatment.

Alberto softly gives the girl a magic cloth.

The fingertips I plucked at that time felt terribly hot. No, I'm not, my fingertips are chilling out.

Exactly, the exercise of blood-mediated sorcery is burdensome.

"Leonora. You are not alone. Please remember that."

When he managed to smile and say so, Alberto briefly apologized and turned his heel back.

You can't fall like that in front of a girl.

"The prince...?

Meanwhile, Leo, left in the hallway, was confused and dropped off behind him.

(Uh... uh? Uh? Do you want to share joy and suffering? So you want to share the money and the difficulty of getting it?

Not at all - but I can interpret it to the money-keeper Leo, that was the full content.

(I mean, it's better than that, or I'm the only one who can forgive you to make money... you know, share the profits properly because you make the right burdens yourself?

Seriously, I'll stare at the magic cloth.

A few steps brighter than embroidery stitched at night.

Or, in Leo, such a complex and strange formation could not be drawn in the end.

Certainly, it would also be natural for the prince to say that he would bring a proper profit.

Scary people who come to intimidate me, good people if you think, horrible men who still discourage Leo from making money, but also look like he's just looking for a fair share of profits, Prince.

(Sa... I just don't know...!

Is he, by any chance, a righteous person or a madman?

But I'm pretty sure he finished the formation until I distracted him.

"Ah... thank you, I will...?

Leo whimpered in a whispered and questionable way at the person who had already disappeared across the hallway.