"Oh, you shouldn't, Mr. Surya. The angle of gratitude is 45 degrees. The way the treasure sword is lifted is also different. You're in a bad position, stretch your spine more. Yes, start over"
Golden eyes bordered by long lashes on white skin as smooth as a doll. Strawberry blonde's long hair stretches straight up to her hips and stands ya yet feels firmly core.
The words that came out of the mouth of an all-encompassing 'lady' woman, with an elegant and glamorous beauty, unlike Reis, were far from glamorous, and extremely cattle.
- - I got to church, already on the fifth day.
Every day I am tapped into everything from courtesy to fine steps when looking at the Spirit Queen in order to accomplish my ritual as a Spirit Princess without delay.
At first, he said, "Huh? Even when you say ritual, you ring the bell gently, a little prayer wording, enough to give the queen a bow of grace, right? I can do it, that's about it," I was thinking about something pretty sweet.
I want to flatten my cheek one shot right now thinking about that lick.
There is no mistake in ringing the bell, but there is a lot of process to be done by then.
This already smells really fine and annoying.
The wording is long, and it needs to be read out with a unique rhythm and discouragement, or something extravagant that Princess Spirit's costume is unfamiliar with, making it difficult to make a tear away movement?
You think you have to put your own spirit into "The Queen's Sword," which the Queen gave to the spiritual users who were serving beside the first king, to perform a simple sword dance?
Anyway, there were more roles for the Spirit Princess in the ritual of sight than I imagined.
Originally, traditional spiritual princesses are noble daughters, most church apostles.
Like no disrespect to the queen, the modus operandi will be more acquired than it was, and if dancing is the basis, isn't it just the kids you're learning?
But I'm a bit of a good place out just a common man.
Whatever it is, as Rince put it, she's a worldless country girl. "How? Dance? That sounds so graceful!" Though there is only so much recognition.
We need to teach everything from scratch, and we are worn out every day.
... and most importantly.
"It's better than earlier, it was a beautiful thank you. You're getting used to handling swords, too. As explained at the outset, successful spiritual flow into the sword also reduces weight and becomes familiar with the hands of the user. Hasn't he improved the way he handles his spiritual powers, for the most part?
"! Oh, really? If so..."
"Yes, then, one more time before you forget what it feels like right now"
Kew, how about a break or something? Words that are about to be said disappear without sound.
This woman, Mr. Marina-Levion, who was entrusted with my leadership role.
What a trinity of Count Levion's family, a historic nobleman. He is also a senior of mine who was the last Spirit Princess, and "with high spiritual power and what is said to be the best beauty of all time, the Lady of the Count's House" is about her.
Rumor has it, she's a beauty who adds elegance to her femininity, and she looks so sweet to me... but don't insult me.
Her guidance was very demanding.
At the first meeting.
"I'll tell you something first, Mr. Sulia. I'm perfectionist," the chill I felt when she smiled. Rayce's devil knight was so powerful in mystery that his name seemed adorable.
"Come on, then, from the beginning"
... really demons!
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"S, Sue? Are you okay? That's it. It's like a shredded rag."
"I don't know..."
Out of the hall, which is inside the church, rented for special training, I sat on the bench in the courtyard in an unconscious foothold. The falling yang is dazzling. Today's special training is finally over, and Mr. Marina is already home.
Wall, who was playing with other church spirits during the special training, shows up and peeks into my face.
"I don't know what to say anymore... I honestly didn't expect the role of Spirit Princess to be so harsh so far. Tired... not healing enough..."
With a vain eye, looking out at a large, tidy garden, Wal said, "A palm? How can I give you a palm? I need to give Sue a pair of palms right now!," he said, sounding the water from his tail and panicking awww.
It's okay, Wal. Because with your slightly sloppy words and actions, you healed a little.
Wall's here, and Lower, you've done a worthy favor, and the desperate state of it makes me smile so badly that there's never any healing. Just a pile of mental fatigue to surpass it. Every day I miss the territory of Alrvere more and more.
Fortunately, however, Mr. Marina has business tomorrow, and special training at church is off.
It's just voluntary practice, so I secretly have aspirations to try to get out of the city with my breath if I can.
... but you have to ask him to accompany you to get out of the city.
Apart from me, Rayce seems to be taught how to behold with the queen, which is also in the knight of offerings, but the guy who has also mastered the aspect of courtesy in the Knights has already won the pass without difficulty?
For that reason, sometimes you come silently from where you left off my special training, and that's also the pressure. I wonder if you could stop, that. I just think you're free more than just because you're an escort.
You're such a free man, you'll have plenty of time. If I ask you to accompany me, I am sure you will accompany me as a matter of duty.
But no.
I don't want to do him a favor or anything.
To be honest, I'm Lore, you and three of Wall (two and one?) So I want to go to the city. But Lore, besides taking care of us, you seem kind of bummed and busy. The other apostles are always in a hurry somewhere because they are assigned Church personnel to the missing cases in the example.
The case is still going on, and the other day, the eighth missing person finally came out.
I care about the safety of the people who disappeared.
In that, does it still mean I should stop going out to the city? Yeah, but if I miss this, I'm not going to enjoy the King's Capital any more slowly... It's time for one of those mood swings, or I'll really turn it into a worn out rag.
Yes, I was training, so I wrapped my golden tea hair in one piece unconstructively, leaning down and grinding.
The sound of stepping on dry soil accidentally reaches the ear.
If I looked up - that's exactly what I was thinking of, Reis walking toward us.