It was an act of intense love, like trying to slaughter (hoff) the prey captured by the beast.

Alde lurked his breath, sneaking up and lifting the heavy cloth of his tent, still fascinated by the shadows of men and women colored by one of the candle lights.

Alde is familiar with the body of his mistress, whom he has served for the past year.

But "The Horseman of Fiery Flames" seemed to know more about her mistress's body than such an alde. "The Horseman of Fiery" caressed her mistress's body with his large, boned hand, and when her mistress leaked her voice of joy and surprise, she grabbed the part even more intensely, as if to blame, stroking, tongue-in-cheek, and pushed her mistress up to further heights.

Her mistress sobs and pleads with The Horseman of Fiery that she can't do any more, but that just seems to have turned out to be even more oiled into the knight's passion. The long dark hair of her mistress tangled in the knight's arms, and the knight's body covered her mistress to hide from something.

The act of love lasted forever, and even as the long candle began to shorten, it didn't end, and Alde finally stopped to peek into the tent tired and gently lowered the cloth.

Alde paid the straw on his skirt, and when he stood firm, he gazed into the darkness around him.

A number of tents are securely stretched out in the camp, which unfolded in the woods.

I glanced at one watchman, sitting in the shadow of a bonfire, and all my people seemed to be asleep.

Three moons high in the night sky, secluded, quiet nights.

But the young Alde breathed, imagining that perhaps, in some tents, such profits were being made in secret as they are now.

It should have been an act of wild courtship, even barbaric.

But in Alde's eyes, the flesh of the two men and women overlapped, seemed divinely beautiful.

The figure of a fine and luxurious mistress's body held in the arms of a successful knight who burned in the day never leaves the back of her brain.

"The Horseman of Fiery" had called the name of Alde's mistress over and over again.

It was as if I believed that doing so would hold my mistress back for even a moment.

Maybe that's what prayer is all about.

Everyone thought "The Horseman of Fiery" didn't love women. Lonely, mightiest knight. Noble soul no one can touch. Whoever captured his heart was still a woman of the world.

"Chizuru"

The knight repeatedly called the name.

I don't know where it is, a strange name with exotic sounds. Now that the world has been saved, I guess Alde's mistress is destined to have to return to her original world.

The knight who saved the world is now trying to save his soul.

So I call her by her name.

'Don't go anywhere. Stay here, stay away from my side. Let's take care of you so much that no woman in this world has ever been loved so much'

And the knight's prayer continued.

"Chizuru, Chizuru, Chizuru..."