It's about the night I finished exorcising the ants and fell asleep tired.
I had a bad dream that night, and I opened my eyes with a groan as I covered my eyes with arms under the thin lights of burning corner lights.
What you see from the shadow of your arms is bright wood.
A few years ago, when we opened this "Lightning River Harbor," we remodeled and retightened the remains of this museum, which was in good condition.
A familiar sight.
A familiar smell.
A familiar feeling.
I see no anomalies anywhere.
A bed filled with well dried straw bundles in a wooden frame and covered with sheets there as well.
And pillows stuffed with summer herbs with shells.
They all smell good and usually lie down and you should get some sleep, but I get a heartbeat about why not today.
- Isn't this a sign of something?
That's when I got anxious.
Tips, tricks, tricks, and the regular sound of knocking on the window.
…………
I lurked my eyebrows.
Menel's "night crawling" wasn't the best part of the story, but...
In the first place, it's upstairs.
There's a balcony, but it's not that big, and it's a simple one, so when people put their feet on it, it's giggly and loud.
Even though it was a dream state, I can't imagine that I couldn't sense the sound right now.
… a method of mass producing inexpensive, flat and transparent glass has not yet been invented in this world.
Covering the windows is a simple armored door with planks of ordinary wood.
I can't look beyond the window.
――……
Right by the bedside, gaze at the rigid side table built by Dwarf.
In a position where hands can be reached immediately, there is Eat Up (Overeater).
A simple wooden sheath and an unmistakable leather wrapped pattern.
Behind it, however, is that glossy black blade that even the gods and dragons fear.
One action until you take the sword while dodging, even if some kind of attack comes the moment you open it.
From there, he twisted himself further and took one action to the slaughter of the sword.
... I can cut in with two behaviors. It's all right.
After confirming that, I carefully opened the armor door.
"Hey."
On the balcony railing, there was a red-eyed raven.
Turn your back on the moon and narrow your eyes, which you can see smiling happily.
…………
I shut my mouth and tightened my armor.
"… I wonder if you've been sleeping"
When I squealed, I heard back from across the armor door.
"Even if I'm not falling asleep. It's me, it's Stagnate. Stupid and wise, my enemy, The End of the Holy Knight."
…………
I wanted him to think I was falling asleep.
Open the door, please.
…………
I can't even speak out of surprise.
... who would expect.
Even if a pillar of God, remotely isolated, venerable beings - appeared so mildly without warning.
The trick, and the sound of knocking on the window again.
Probably at the tip of his mouth, lightly armored.
"... what can I do for you"
"No, are you going to let me say that?
"Seriously, I can't think of a reason to get a visit."
Over the armor door, I felt the raven, Stagnate's "Carrying", snapped his neck and saw a way to narrow his eyes.
I kind of have a very bad feeling about it.
"... nothing. The maiden who admired the knight came to crawl in shame, didn't she? Welcome here with a smile and a night together - whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He was sensed reaching for the "Eat Up (Overeater)" on his pillow silently.
Or I thought I should pierce it over the armor door, but I can't seem to get through to God's "caring" opponent on the boulder.
"Don't be so scared. You're half joking right now."
"You mean half of that is serious, right?
"That's what I said."
Signs of laughing with pleasure.
I hear my mouth pounding when I grab it.
"Either way, God visited people. I won't tell you to kneel, but you can open the armor door and do it face to face."
"If you're invited, is it because you're going to be able to get in?
If you return it,
"……………………. Come on, you're sharp."
Unexpectedly zorky, toned low voice.
… a bedroom where you can usually rest.
I am also a lot separated, but it is difficult to say that the protection of my sleep is perfect, so I take care of my defenses by overlapping my magic and prayers.
There is no doubt that for Immortals, my room is a rather incompatible space, although it does not go as far as the pure waters of the God of Lightning, a lodging enemy….
Whatever the "Wood Spirit (Echo)" is, it will be difficult to get in without going through the "invited" phase in "Carrying (Herald)".
…………
No way I'm really here to crawl at night, though I don't think so.
The Immortals can't have stepped into my bedroom without saying the tricks and words that I invite them to do so.
If you can do this, ask for the requirements through the window.
"- Give me one loan (...) and give it back (...)"
I had to be rigid with words that included laughter.
…………
"You don't owe me anything, do you?
"... I won't tell you. Immortal Stagnate. You owe me."
The showdown with Varakiaka in the Candlestick Mountains is still breathing clearly in my memory.
And the help of the Immortal who broke it in where it was at stake.
The laughter of the souls of the Dwarf warriors who, with the power of Immortality, had the opportunity to avenge Snow Hate against Varakiaka.
- Everything, I remember.
"Come on, will you let me in?
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Immortal Stagnate is scared.
I think so again.
Spread the damage around by wielding outrage and vice.
If I existed, I would stand up for my vows with God, no matter how strong and terrifying they may be.
But the Immortal Stagnate is not such a simple and understandable malice.
- This god definitely loves people with some distortion.
He resonates with passions and ideals, respects people's justice and pride, and wholeheartedly mercies and loves their cause.
So she does not insult any good or justice.
Rather, I sympathize and admire it, and there are no lies whatsoever there.
And he enters into his nostalgia, and slowly chops it up, and makes it wander, and he makes it his followers.
Though I understand - can you poke "Still Don't Come In" here?
I owe her.
Would it be a shameless deed on the part of God to forget that and pretend not to know and throw it away?
GraceFeel, God of Lightning.
Serving the goddess, as a knight, would such behavior be affirmed?
"Fine, take your time troubling me"
-... Asking yourself this question is also a prospect for Stagnate.
He's visiting me on top of that. [M]
Beyond the armor doors, creeping, the dreaded goddess of mercy is laughing.
"Duh, that's really good.... I'm kind of freaking out just watching you get bored."
I groan at the provocation. [M]
Really, it's just hard to do without any direct hostility or harm.
... God, what can I do?
Even if you groan so in your heart because you are in trouble, there is no way that God can answer so conveniently.
And then you put it between a few breaths.
"............... Please, come in"
I finally became the feather of bringing the Immortal into my bedroom.
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Open both armor doors so as to bring in the early summer night air.
In the breeze of the night, a raven jumped into the window frame with a light trick.
"Kuku. Am I interrupting? The Holy Knight -"
Behind me.
The corner light lights in the room (...), but boo! and made an unusual noise and swayed.
Exactly the moment the Immortal Raven tried to enter my bedroom.
"Ooh."
And the raven opened, and stood up his feathers, as he was wary.
"Oh, excuse me. … you surprised me, is it because the wind blew in?"
Stand up, turn your back on the Immortal, and slightly regulate the wind protection of the corner lights.
There is a degree of trust that it may be inadvertent, but it is not the person who stabs me from the back here.
"Excuse me. Again, go ahead."
"... No, it's fine here. Let's talk here."
――――
I wonder why he suddenly changed his mind.
Even if you are still forgiven, this space where you are praying day and night to the god of lightning may be uncomfortable for the Immortals.
As much as that, although I also think it's stagnant that some push impossibilities with a lot of laughter - the divine will is hard to measure.
"Even so, the requirements are simple."
The raven that stays in the window frame then changes its appearance.
- The long, windy skirt had the same color as the top of the night sky.
The moonlight slips down over the rich dark hair.
Bloody eyes, made of sucking demons.
Pulled, plump lips with purple lipstick.
Sleek and beautiful neck for skin that is spotless like peeled eggs.
It was a garment made of a mundane glossy fabric that resembled an evening dress.
Fluffy, swollen skirts are long and carefully concealed to the ankle - but boldly exposed from the shoulders and curved to the busty chest are dewy to show off.
"I need you to do something for me. - Heh, heh?
She sits diagonally on her shoulder in the window frame, hands on her chin, and laughs mischievously at me...
It was exactly what the goddess herself appeared in this world.
"Have you fallen in love?
"……… refuses to answer"
"Right, right, hehe, right. You're not lying!... Then let's not pursue it for you!
Unexpectedly groaning.
For God, appearance and gender are like ornaments.
Though I know that any beautiful figure or cute figure remains a thought - I know, but there is something about it that I can't help but react to.
In front of something truly beautiful, humans, I can only wonder what's wrong.
"Oh, more than that! I'd like to ask you about something other than night crawling."
I ask that while I am aware that I am being held to a pace.
In fact, the problem was that she was blinding me.
…… Stagnate, one of the many immortal heroes, begging me?
Most of her business will be solved by her heroes and followers.
"As you said earlier, 'every favor' is..."
"Yeah, it's simple."
The Immortal Stagnate, in front of me, is slowly reassembling his legs.
"…… I just need a little help with my actions."
I said a hell of a thing.