Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Open the door.

I know Lorraine's house on my own.

It's me now.

In Lorraine's favor, the house that makes me live for me, which is tough to stay in a regular inn.

She started living here, going back ten years.

It was really a long time ago, but sometimes it seems like something recent.

Rotten edge, a girlfriend I've known long enough to say.

My most important friend.

Such keys to the doors of her house were often open from time to time, and still today, they were open.

Whatever it is, it is the house of a woman of her age.

It's just inadvertent, I don't think.

But that's her character.

Lorraine is basically self-depraved and has a deceptive life.

So it's a big mess for all sorts of things, and so is the key.

But that's not the only reason, she has the skills to fight.

Who would think of attacking a magician with a silver equivalent?

She knows.

No matter what kind of thug attacked me, that there is no danger to me in rare things.

Yes, because I know, it was careless.

Again, I don't think Lorraine's in danger.

Because she has the power to fight.

So... so?

That's right.

Whether a corpse eater (ghoul) enters, it's okay...

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"... Lent? Are you back?"

You must have heard me coming into the room.

Along with the sound of clothes rubbing, Lorraine's intelligent, somewhere seductive voice sounds.

He looks asleep, but he's not bluffing, he's a gentle, serene voice.

I answer to that, as always.

"... ah, ah..."

"Right. I was talking about seeing The Labyrinth of the Water Moon today, but what do you say? Are you there, Dragon?

"... YAY..."

In response to a public story, I gradually approach Lorraine.

Moving on, I saw Lorraine sitting leaning against the couch.

When her gaze got into her eyes, she put a thick book on her lap, and without looking at it, she was looking at me with tenderness.

I felt strange.

'Cause I'm a corpse-eating ghost, Gool.

Not humans, but enemies of people......

Yet she......

…… Lent. What's wrong...? Though I think it seems to have a small mouth count. After all, were you shocked that Dragon wasn't here?

"... no, no, no, no, no, no..."

With that said, I had almost reached Lorraine, one more step.

Reach out and you'll be touched.

That's the distance.

Blur and stare at Lorraine's face.

As always, my hair is appropriately wrapped up, and my outfit is just wearing a robe in a lot of mess.

But I can still feel the charm I can't hide......

Charm...... what charm?

That's......

Lorraine asks me that.

"Happy? Something good."

And before she ran out of words to the end, I hugged her.

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…… Lent... what the hell...? Are you drunk...? No, the immortal is not supposed to get drunk... "

She felt cuter somewhere than usual with a voice that seemed more upbeat than usual and so grunted as to tell herself.

My skin is slightly reddish, sweaty, and the smell of Lorraine flutters in the dusty air.

I say to the scent, holding Lorraine in my arms, feeling the creeps...

"Ro, Ro... I..."

"Oh, oh... what, Lent"

I felt like I was about to say something.

Something important.

But the thought disappears, little by little, to be anointed with something.

My vision stained red and filling my head was confusion.

And to Lorraine's scent, the emotions I felt,

- It smells delicious.

At the same time, I opened my mouth, shifted the robe on Lorraine's shoulder and stood my teeth on that white skin.

"... ugh!?

Lorraine didn't scream though.

It's like swallowing a voice that doesn't sound like a voice in the back of your throat.

My body was tense and seemed to tremble in pain but still didn't scream or anything.

If you scream, you'll hear it outside.

And someone should be coming.

Urban malts are not insecure.

If there is any indication of an incident, there is someone intervening.

That would be what I knew I was doing.

Yes, Lorraine will hurt, but I'm patient.

I feel like that makes her meat taste better, and I feed my teeth into her shoulders even more.

Then, twitching, the blood stained and moistened my throat.

Oh, how delicious.

I've never had a drink like this before.

A sweet feeling that even feels as if the twenty years of ancient liquor I swallowed back in the day was muddy water.

More, I want a drink.

More, more...

That's how I suck Lorraine's blood.

"... Ugh, Len, and... you..."

I can hear Lorraine, but I'm not willing to stop.

Besides, I think.

If blood tastes so good, how does it taste?

That's what it might taste like that doesn't seem like in the world.

I strengthen my teeth, and...

- Bump.

"... ahhh!?

I ate up Lorraine's shoulder meat.

Only a small amount, and that was earlier on the little fingernail.

But its flavour is still as wonderful as I imagined......

Chew and taste again and again.

All the time, you can have just this in your mouth.

It tasted like that.

But the happiness passes quickly because the quantity was still small.

When I swallowed, again, my thirst came.

You have to moisturize.

I thought so and looked back.

"... Len, and... Are you still there?

That's what Lorraine asked, staring straight at me as she bled out of her shoulder.

……

Lent.

That's my name.

I thought you had me here?

What does that mean?

I'll be here.

I'm here.

So, yours, give me the blood.

Just for a second, stop, and then I'll hit Lorraine again.

But Lorraine nodded at my reaction,

"Still, there he is, I see... then I can sleep now...!

That's what I've been screaming for, turning to my palm.

It's too late when you feel the magic converge ahead of Lorraine's palm.

From there, towards me, a flaming bullet is unleashed.

Its power was a boulder, a silver class mage, and I was blown away and hit the wall as it was.

Then, sloppily, he falls to the ground...... his consciousness becomes distant.

Lorraine rushed over to me like that, put her hand on my cheek,

"... All right, you're alive. In the meantime, we'll hear your apology when it happens."

After I said that, I now cast the magic of "sleep”.

It speeds up distant consciousness.

Before I was completely unconscious, I could hear Lorraine in my ear.

"... you don't have to remember this, but if it's going to strike, at least make it when it's primitive. I don't care when they eat me, this one..."

I don't know, this is...

In my distant consciousness, I thought that.

A strange force fills my body.