My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

Shortly before Morgar Nike's lateral giraffe blow reached Calcedonia.

Tatsumi's body, which moved aggressively, thrust Calcedonia.

Suddenly she is thrust from the side and she falls unbearably into the ground.

But Tatsumi can't afford to care about her.

The fierce blade of the Knight of Liberty strikes Tatsumi, who has become a replacement for Calcedonia.

Burning heat running into a single letter on the chest. At the same time, more and more of your own blood blows out.

Tatsumi felt her strength fall out of her body with the bleeding blood, slowly falling forward as she knelt on the spot.

Madly dominated, Morgarnike stared down at the man who fell into the blood with a slight remaining consciousness.

This man is a bug. It is a pest that accompanies my precious flowers. If left alone, they will eventually wither their precious flowers.

But now it's okay. Because the elimination of the foolish pests that mourn the flowers is over.

There are no more pests that were attached, and the flowers will surely be delighted.

With that in mind, he turned to his flowers lying on the ground with a good face.

but there he felt uncomfortable.

His flowers staring at himself with a full smile. Even though I had imagined such a scene, somehow his flowers stared wide open at the pest lying in the blood pond.

Oh, well. He got a point in it.

I've seen the carcass of a pest, and I guess his precious flowers have made me feel bad. For poor flowers, it must be ugly bug carcasses and other disgusting things.

I'll be fine. I'll have the carcass cleaned up right away.

Trying to order someone to clean the carcass, he looks around. But there is no one in the temple garden but him and his flowers.

So, he remembered.

I asked my fellow cleric warriors not to let anyone enter the garden. Because no one - in the honor of someone he knows well - could have brought the others closer here.

I can't remember who that was right now. He's supposed to be the one who knew him well before and took care of him for something.

But that was trivial to him. Because what's important to him is to protect his flowers.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

Suddenly, his flowers screamed. And he knelt down on the spot, not to mind the white clergy clothes getting dirty, and reached for the falling worm carcass.

"And hold on!! Healing magic now........................!!"

His flowers start chanting spells. If you look closely, the breasts of the pests you just thought were dead are slightly but up and down.

That's more than just pests and shavings. With that in mind, he approached his flower, which was carrying a pest.

His flowers, noticing his proximity, must have stared at him as he continued to chant.

The severity of its gaze is as if it sees the revenge of its parents. I was sure he would smile and thank me, and it was a clapping thought.

With only his gaze, the flower tells him to stay away.

Such a flowering attitude made him learn to be frustrated gradually.

Why? Why, look at me like that? I thought of you, worried about you, and I thought it was for you to get rid of the pests.

His frustration keeps growing.

At that ear of his, I felt like a shard and someone was having fun, but it quickly disappeared from his consciousness.

Highly irritated, he grabbed his flower hand and pulled it toward himself at his mercy.

Out of the way, and something warm and soft hits his body. Of course, it's his flower body.

At the same time, the sound of Dothari. I guess his attraction of flowers caused the body of the bug the flower was holding to fall to the ground.

"Let go!!, your husband needs to use healing magic soon...... Huh!!"

The flower leans desperately to escape from his hand. And I don't see him, I'm pointing my sad eyes at a falling bug.

Why? Why are you so desperate for every bug while keeping such hateful eyes on me?

Doubts accelerate frustration.

-That's right. Let him know what you think. You can do your best to remind him.

Comfortable voice heard in your ear again. The voice is right, he thinks. I think, I will.

Earlier, I was able to resist that voice. But now he had no more art to fight. No, we don't need to fight it. You can do everything you can to make his flowers truly your own, as the voice says.

The red light in your eyes adds to its glow.

When he wraps and squeezes both hands of the flower with one hand, he stretches his empty hand to the chest of the flower. Torn, to its chest with a deep valley peeking, and.

When he firmly gripped the torn spot of his clergy clothes, he tore the clergy clothes at his mercy.

His flowers scream again.

Two fruits, white, large and well shaped. The fruit, defenseless only wrapped in a thin white cloth, was exposed to the day.

Torn cleric clothes were torn to an even greater extent, and her upper body was almost naked alike.

But she doesn't even try to hide her dewy upper body, she just turns away to rush to her darling boy.

The usual girlfriend could have calmed down and cast an aggressive spell.

But now that her beloved boy was standing in the abyss of death, calm had been lost from her.

We need to heal him quickly with healing magic. Not as far as this goes. He takes his breath away.

All that runs around in her head, and I don't even think about magically attacking The Freedom Knight, fascinated by The Devil.

Waterfall-like tears wet her even cheeks, but she doesn't even notice it.

The wreckage of clergy clothes wrapped around her hard from her waist down shakes as she moves her body.

Is that what bothered you? Or was it driven by further inferior desires? The free hand of the Freedom Knight is now extended to her lower body as well.

She doesn't even notice it. All she sees now is a dear boy who has dreamed of being reunited for years and has finally been reunited.

Finally, the hands of the Freedom Knight reached the remains of the clergyman's clothes. Her resistance had somehow stopped when the Freedom Knight's arms tried to strip the clothes left over from her body.

Until then, he stops his body, desperately moving, staring at just one point.

Suddenly, the slightest reason left to him was questioned by the fact that his flowers stopped resisting.

Did you finally give up resisting? I think so, if you take a peek into the look on the flower's face.

Until then, the sorrow has disappeared, and it is astonishing that it is floating instead.

If we followed her gaze as to what was going on, her gaze was directed at the falling bug.

"Oh no... now... I can't move now and I'm unnecessarily hurt........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A slight, then plugged voice that zeroes from the lips of flowers.

Now.

A bug that was falling into a bloodbath was about to wake up cursory and its body.

I heard voices.

That's the sad scream of his precious family. The voice stopped connecting his consciousness where it was about to fall in the dark.

Still, blood keeps pouring out of his torn chest, making his surrounding blood pond bigger and bigger.

Still, he desperately tries to stand up to the grieving voice of his family.

A casually stretched fingertip hits a short spear that was falling. When he squeezed it, he managed to get up with a short spear instead of a cane - again collapsing into his own blood buildup.

Over and over again.

Trying to get up collapses, trying to get up collapses.

Over and over again, he finally succeeds in getting up.

If I fluttered, but circled my head, I could find the figure of his precious family in my sumptuous sight.

But the upper body of the clergy clothes wrapped around her is torn apart tragically, and her white, beautiful breasted double hills, painfully protected by underwear, are exposed.

Seeing it, he was driven more by anger than by lust. But that anger is not against the Freedom Knight, who is admonishing her from behind, but against herself.

I just didn't deserve it, I put her in a hard eye.

Though underwear remains, it would be an unbearable trick if you tried her about her age, such as exposing her to breasts during the day.

─ ─ I'm sorry. Just because I'm weak, make me feel hard for you.

Apologizing to her in his heart, he stepped toward her.

My feet are fluffy as if I were walking on a sponge, and I'm likely to fall again soon though.

Still not to fall, he approaches her, concentrating the power of the entire body and spirit left behind on his hips and feet.

- I don't like it anymore. I absolutely don't like it. Losing your family is more than that.

Behind his brain, it reminds me of when my parents and sister died.

on the hospital bed brought in. When he finally regained consciousness, police and hospital officials told him the hard facts.

The sense of loss then. Despair as if the world had collapsed.

Still, it was thanks to her, who at the time was a small being, that he managed to have the energy to live.

The last family left to him. Valued little family.

He decided to live with that little family. But with that last little family, the time for parting came.

A small family with a full life span. Finally, being alone, he even considered suicide, albeit temporarily.

But such a light of hope plunges into him.

His little family, reincarnated into a beautiful woman in another world, summoned him to another world.

Reunited in different worlds, his beloved little family. She wasn't his familiar little being anymore, but she was still her.

So.

So he made up his mind.

Let's live with his family in this other world. Now it's time to protect your precious family, no matter what.

Indeed, suddenly summoned by different worlds, there is confusion. I also have anxiety.

Still, if you had her next door. If you have an important family, you can live in different worlds.

But that presupposes you have her.

Now the girlfriend is having a hard time. Then you can't just relax and sleep. I can't sleep.

─ ─ Sure, I'm weak. Instead of "Freedom Knight," I'm sure he's weaker than anyone else. I still decided to protect you. [M] I don't want to lose my family anymore.

One more step, fluttering footsteps, but he definitely approaches her.

And finally, his legs, they reach her.

"... let me... let me... let me... let me..."

Little little voice. Exactly the weak voice worthy of worms.

The risen bug walks over here fluttering.

It won't kill you. Just fine. It stabs me in the stop here.

When he threw out the flowers he was holding, he pulled out again the sword of love he was laying on his sheath.

Now the bugs remain defenseless - approaching with every inch and foot uncertain. He swung the sword, which he held with both hands, up a large step, not breaking that body into two vertical pieces this time.

A bug's foot enters between his swords. Predicting the moment, wave down the sword you had erected vertically.

When his sword tried to touch the head of the worm.

Suddenly the light exploded and the bugs disappeared.

Throwed out, she saw the sight, also forgetting to hide her breasts, which remained exposed.

Fluffy approaching, her precious boy. Towards the boy, The Knight of Liberty waves down a sword placed on the Great Upper Stage.

For a moment she hallucinated the appearance of a boy torn in two from head to groin.

But just before the "Freedom Knight" sword touched the boy's head.

It overflowed from the boy's body.

"Oh... no..."

Now I can see clearly in her eyes - as a wizard. A magical glow overflows from the body of her precious boy, to the vivid.

"Your husband has magic... and the magnitude of this magic..."

She understands. A brilliant wizard, she has that magnitude of magic overflowing from his body.

That's enough to lightly mausoleum even the magic she herself encloses. Besides, that wasn't the only thing that surprised her.

"... oh, the golden magic light...? No way... what is that...?

At the end of her gaze, grunting, suddenly the boy disappears, and the sword of The Freedom Knight cuts off into the sky.

And behind The Freedom Knight, whose sword swung down with full force swung empty and accidentally disfigured. There appears her precious boy.

Then the sound of the boy's shoes exchanging a fervent embrace with the ground sounds.

The boy, who took the back of the Freedom Knight, squeezed the short spear in his hands firmly into his hands and slammed the patterned part all the way to the head of the Freedom Knight.