My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

One day after Tatsumi and Calcedonia were officially engaged and a few days passed.

Return from the temple, as usual. It was a rare stopover for Tatsumi.

Perhaps by clarifying his relationship with Calcedonia, he could also afford his mind.

Tatsumi headed for the square in the center of the city. There are pedestrians who come from all over the kingdom of Largofili lined up open-air shops.

From groceries to medical products, ornaments to clothing, weapons and protective equipment, to things you don't know what to use for.

Tatsumi stopped in front of a certain outdoor shop as she walked looking at several outdoor shops.

It's an outdoor shop that sells things that you don't know what to use just at first glance, and all you line up in the store are demonic crystal spheres, cracked squirrels, and other things that just seem like crap.

"There you are, brother. You're pretty eye-catching on to our stuff, aren't you, brother?

A middle-aged man, who looked like a frigid shopkeeper to see, had a grin on his face.

"All we have is a genuine, all of it, real demon seal. For example -"

The shopkeeper took out a mess and a wave of old long swords.

"This is the holy sword that a certain demon master used a long time ago, even called The Brave One. That holy sword is only 70 silver coins. What do you say, a bargain?

In the Zoisalite continent, where the Kingdom of Largofiri exists, the common silver currency of the continent is used as currency.

In particular, units as currency do not exist, and expressions such as "how many in silver coins" are used for shopping, etc.

Incidentally, the cost of living in a day for the average citizen is about 10 silver coins. Now, if it's a long sword like the suspicious outdoor store owner showed, roughly 100 to 200 sheets in silver coins. This is not the case, of course, if it is also a delicacy at the hands of a well-known artisan.

70 silver coins with one long sword would certainly be a bargain.

Except if the long sword actually withstands practicality.

"Hey, that sword, can I show you?

"Aye. Look till you feel better."

Tatsumi, who received the long sword from the store owner, tried to pull out the sword. No, I tried to pull through.

But the sword never fell out of the sheath, and no matter how much Tatsumi put in his strength, he would not end up showing himself.

"... Isn't this rusty?

"That's not true, brother. I told you. This guy is a holy sword. I mean, you pick the owner. Apparently, your brother wasn't chosen by the Holy Sword. So, what do we do? Want to buy it?"

Whatever you think, what a liar the Holy Sword is. In fact, the long sword smelled of rusty iron.

"I don't need it. Buy the sword you can't pull out and tell me what to do?

"Hey, not now, but maybe in the future you'll be recognized by the sword, huh?

Tatsumi turned her attention to other products while returning her sword to the shopkeeper who laughed at her.

"Hmm? Could this be..."

There was something in Tatsumi's eyes.

That's a picture.

It was a portrait of a single woman, put in her cheap forehead to see.

"Oh, you've got eyes for good stuff, brother. Hey, that's just great. It is the image of" The Virgin of the Temple of Savaivo ", a reputation in the alley (again). What do you think, they look a lot alike?

"Really...?

Frowning, Tatsumi looks closely at the figure painting.

Hair color and eye color do look a lot like Calcedonia. But on the contrary, that's the only similarity.

If your face isn't similar, there's something wrong with your body line.

By analogy, a painting that isn't even good for some crazy flattery of Desan, like a painting by a human just starting to study painting.

Moreover, Calcedonia in that painting wore a flashy dress of crimson that a real girlfriend would never wear.

That dress, with its big open chest, is certainly fantastic. However, from Tatsumi's eyes, which have no appraisal eye for painting, no matter how fantastic the dress is in that painting, it never seems to be good.

Knowing or not the mood of Tatsumi, the shopkeeper, with a grin as usual, rode himself out all the time and brought his face closer to Tatsumi.

"And? The red clothes worn by the Virgin in the painting are actually..."

Tari. The store owner's unpleasant grin deepened.

"In the middle of the night, the clothes become clear and the Virgin in the painting becomes bare."

"Even my brother is a man. You think I'd like to worship the famous Virgin naked as a beautiful woman? Of course, I think so too. But there's a chance to actually see the Virgin naked."

That's not true, Tatsumi disputed in her heart.

In fact, I have naked Calcedonia during my experiments with Moment Metastasis.

Other than that, deep valleys of Calcedonia remain visible from the bathing thin nightwear chest, or her nightwear hem turns up while she sleeps when she wakes up in the morning, and her white, soft-looking, healthy thighs are fully exposed.

That said, there was no way I could say that here, and Tatsumi was listening to the store owner in silence.

"But? If you buy this painting, you can see the Virgin naked, albeit the painting? You'd definitely buy this if you were a man, wouldn't you? Don't you think so?

The picturesque clothes become clear in the middle of the night.

Tatsumi thinks that there's no way such magical things can actually happen.

"............... right. Magic ant, this world..."

With magic, it may also be possible to do what the store owner says.

Most importantly, Tatsumi doesn't know what kind of magic can be used in any of these systems.

"Come on, come on, brother. Getting lost means you're interested, right? Then buy it. I'll keep it cheap, okay?

The shopkeeper keeps grinning and advises me to buy it.

Listening to the voice of such a shopkeeper, Tatsumi, carefully troubled by his troubles, drew one conclusion.

"... So, did you really buy it? Such a suspicious painting?

It's like I'm scared, and then I'm angry. Calcedonia, with a complex expression, was in front of Tatsumi.

In the end, Tatsumi decided to buy the picture in question. The size of the painting is considerable, so it's hard to hide it and bring it inside the house.

As soon as I got home, the painting was found in Calcedonia.

Tatsumi didn't intend to hide it from me either, so I honestly told her how I got to buy this painting. The result is Calcedonia with a complex look in front of her.

The room I use as my home living room. The book of the night is totally down outside and warm flames are leaping in the fireplace.

But between Tatsumi and Calcedonia, there was something like cold air that was not good.

Tatsumi and Calcedonia sit back in their chairs facing each other across the table they always use for their meals. When Fu Tatsumi noticed, Calcedonia lay down her face and was shaking her shoulders fine.

"Uh... calse...?

When the fearful Tatsumi spoke, Calcedonia raised her face lying down.

And when I look at that face, Tatsumi takes a lot of breath. Because there was a clear Shizuku floating in both her eyes.

"Sir...... I...... am I not that attractive as a woman from my husband......?

"Huh? Huh!?"

"Because... because you would say my body is inferior to such a lousy painting Ugh!? My husband wanted to see this painting naked rather than actually seeing me naked... right!? That is because I am such a pitiful body that I am inferior to this painting too...... ugh!!"

Calcedonia screams weakly, even whimpering.

Tatsumi, who had never seen Calcedonia cry so weakly, accidentally saw it at first. But I'll be right back.

But if you say clichés here like, "Actually Calse is more attractive than such a bad painting," she won't listen.

So.

So Tatsumi decided to be ready and tell the truth.

How could he have bought such a bad painting? the true meaning of it.

"... was..."

Until then, Calcedonia had covered her face with both hands and cried. The calcedonia raised her face so that her tear-wet cheeks were also bounced intact.

"Yes, sir... Yes, now what..."

"So... I didn't like it!! I wouldn't have liked it if it was just a painting... how bad a painting, but in case this painting is really magical and the clothes in the painting are so clear... and I think it might be seen by some guy who could be anywhere... I didn't like it!! Even if it was just a painting, oh, I don't want anyone to see my calse naked... I just want it to be mine!!"

His face turned bright red, and while he turned to the misguided, Tatsumi told him clearly.

"Yes, sir..."

Until then, the sad face of Calcedonia turns into the pinnacle of happiness in an instant.

"Wow, that was bad!! Oh, even I have an exclusive crush on the crowd."

Tatsumi abandoned herself and added to throw up.

The living room was then surrounded by silence, but it was not a creepy silence, but a cozy silence somewhere conceived of a happy air.

How long would I have been immersed in such a sea of silence?

Calcedonia accidentally broke such a happy silence.

"So if it is.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Huh?"

"Well, that... if your husband wants to......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... … If you are my husband, whenever you wish…………"

Calcedonia's face, which I told her so, was really bright red.

And Tatsumi also realized she was so bright red that she couldn't beat her.

I feel Tatsumi's throat.

He's a man, too. There's no way you're not interested in the nakedness of the person you're looking for.

"Yes, no, the... what I want to see is mountains... if I actually see Calse naked, I'm sure I... because I'm not sure I'm going to stop myself... well, the..."

Even at times like this, Tatsumi cares more about herself than about her own desires. Calcedonia was really happy with the feeling.

So she tells. this thought she is feeling right now.

"Okay, you don't have to stop yourself...... wow, we're officially engaged too, and my husband now has enough money, so I think I'm achieving my goal until I can support my family. So..."

I missed my face, still looking at Tatsumi and Hiroshi.

"... Been living with my husband for over six months. I don't know if it's time for me..."

To this point, Tatsumi's reason was also the limit.

"Yes, okay...? Oh, I'm a man too... if you say that, I won't stop anymore...? No matter how painful Calse cries... I'm not sure I can stop myself, am I?

"Yes, I don't mind. In the first place...... have I not belonged to my husband since before I was born? Go ahead... sir at your leisure... make me... authentic sir's..."

Two hands placed on the table gradually shrink that distance, fingers intertwined with each other.

The entanglement, which was only a finger, was to immediately hold hands and hands together, and the two rode themselves out onto the table without either to overlap their lips and lips.

Naturally, it's not just the lips that fit together, but even each other's tongues start the fight without giving in to each other.

Which would have won the battle?

No, if Tatsumi wins, if Calcedonia wins, it's no different for the two of us to be happy.

That day.

Tatsumi and Calcedonia became even closer than before.

And the magic painting, after all or whatever, never made the clothes in the painting clear even in the middle of the night.

But it doesn't matter again.

This painting must be a magical painting for both of us, because Tatsumi and Calcedonia have become even closer friends.