Sanzen no Souru Supina

"What do you say, Ashley? Suitable?"

With that said, in front of Ashle, Eunice twirled and showed it around.

My childhood friend Eunice Frau - Eunice is, to put it mildly, a beautiful girl.

Swirling recoil shakes short cut flax colored hair.

Healthy skin eyelids.

Hmm, I thought I heard modest phonetic sounds, probably only in Ashle's brain.

Um, and Ashley has no choice but to answer vague (ambiguous) while turning away.

Because the pretty girl was in her underwear.

In this day and age, the lace area, which is traded for an eye-popping amount, is fully embellished and decorated with unprotected skin.

A real piece of luxury that you wouldn't have worn all your life if you weren't noble.

Eunice, dressed in a fabric that could be described as a jewelry, reminiscent of snow crystals and blooming flowers, stood with her hands on her hips and shoulders flashed to show off.

Uh, I mean, showing off is a lot of different thumbing.

Even if it is not an ashle, it is a sight like a gentleman losing his word.

No, Ashle is the most elite: the Holy Knight (Paladin) at the apex of the Cathedral Knights, which is proud of the Extrum Pope's Agency.

It was once a difficult phase to judge, as the norm of folk grass had to exist.

Side by side, this one was accompanied by a gown. The predicament of Ashley (cuckoo) is extreme because she can't see and blow out Redamaria.

"What? What do you think? Say something."

I have no choice but to say once again to Eunice, who stops by in a winning tone.

"Oh, she's cute."

"Isn't it beautiful? Holy Knight (Paladin): Ashledau?

Pushing his chest so tight that the fuzz would touch Ashley's face, Eunice asks for correction.

Oh, yeah. I still can't look directly and Ashle is full of giving it back looking up.

If I don't, I can't help but notice the tight flesh, the cute navel, and the provocative one.

More importantly, Ashley must escape the look of Eunice as she tries.

Talking straight into the human eye is a trait of a human being who has lived without deep troubles about his appearance.

On top of that, Eunice's bad tache was his lack of awareness of his appearance.

I mean, I'm not aware of how attractive I am.

I don't know how much effort Ashle is paying to restrain herself.

Furthermore, unfortunately, Ashle had a decisive weakness in Eunice.

In short, he was in love.

However, that is true for the Eunice side as well = I mean, they are compassionate... but this time it was a bad time.

Next to Eunice, another beautiful girl who laughs as she compares their interactions with their attitudes: Leda doesn't know about the relationship between them.

Why is that bad? For one reason.

For the facts should not be known.

Leda was - what the first female Cardinal of all time: Ledamaria Cruz… that is, also the superior of the ecclesiastical world after the Pope.

Ashley will naturally turn blue.

For Ashley, the Holy Knight (Paladin), Leda is organizationally his boss.

In other words, would it be easier to understand the predicament?

In front of my boss, this Keshikaran space-time is unfolding.

My childhood friend, who is my secret love friend, is asking me if I want to look like my underwear.

It can't be good.

No, more than that, it was the relationship between the three of us that was really bad.

I was a childhood friend.

Furthermore, Ashley has been confessed by Ledda, although it was a long time ago.

I want to believe it's a kid's play, but Reda was serious then.

To Ashley, who became a troubled face, Leda chuckled after she swelled her cheeks.

"At the very least, let me think, it's already polite to say so," he said.

In the end, when I can't reply, it flows and stays.

Of course, we keep that a secret from Eunice, both of us.

Now, as a friend, and as a boss, I don't even give you a bite, but I don't know where it is.

Of course, Eunice cut me in the front and confessed.

I've always liked it since I was a child. I've only thought of you, and.

Ashley did not reject her, who jumped into her arms with a grievous determination.

I just can't explain how it happened here anyway.

To put it plainly, it is a secret relationship between Ashley and Eunice.

That was making Ashley sweat cold.

In a nutshell, it is a training ground.

I know that, and Eunice is provoking it.

Why bother with this kiwadoi prank?

Ashley doesn't know the heart of a woman.

"hahahahaha"

Leda finally laughs out loud at Ashle's puzzled expression.

"That troubled face, as it used to be."

It was a well-known fact that she loved reading and was usually a quiet girlfriend, but a daughter who laughed happily among the intimately patterned people.

"Speaking of which, you've done well in this way, and in the past. Show each other how to dress, a fashion show"

Saying that, and laughing at Reda again, Soudesnay, and Ashley have no choice but to answer inside.

Childhood, horrible memories went by like a running lantern.

The Balaje family, which inherits tradition and format, is a nobleman of old blood muscles.

Father: Gresnau lost his ex-wife young.

I wasn't even blessed with children.

I set up three children, but they all died young.

Two of them died of rejection during "spindle" expression.

It was whispered within the Pope's Office that the blood of the overdarkened aristocracy had been disastrous in the "spindle" lineage.

The Spindle, which bestows a powerful miracle on mankind, simultaneously tests the user at its expression.

That, too, is harsh.

So, Mother: Sophia, after that, entered the book as an accompaniment.

Ashley was born as one of his sons.

Born sick and weak, he spent his childhood as a "girl".

The father who lost his son and his wife to keep standing up: My mother had guessed what was in Gresnau's heart.

The Idareia Peninsula, where Ashley and the others live, has a custom of raising young boys as girls to deceive the sick eye among its noble classes.

Ashley's somewhere neutral standing behavior is due to the influence of that era.

No, in fact, it is more apt to call it a gentle, rather than brave, face, even though it is already three years old in adulthood. It is also, at first, a masculine and covert complex.

And what made that complex decisive was what Leda called a "fashion show" to hide.

Just to put it to the heart, Ashley was regularly "dressed" as a boy by Ledda, Eunice, and another sisterly presence - the Holy Knight (Paladin): Giselle Theresia, who is now a senior.

Each other brings a costume, considers the costume, and actually tries it on and appreciates it - sounds good to say this, but it was that kind of play of an entity to say so with a change of clothes.

Of course, to just play and kick ass, it's not baseless and meaningless.

Diplomacy in this era was closely related to the social world and required knowledge of cosmetics, jewellery and table manners, dancing, geisha and sometimes even terrible play from fashion in fashion.

It was an element that could not be ignored for the noble children, for the Ashlets, who would be brought into the lineage of the high priests.

These are not the kind of things you would wear with a burning blade if you weren't familiar with them from childhood.

So there was a certain authenticity in the fashion show when dressing to play.

Of course, if I tried to make it an ashle dragged into the girls' vortex, it wouldn't have accumulated.

Whenever worn and make-up and finished as the perfect aristocratic son (...), Ashle's pride is what was badly hurt.

But the girls who have become a group are horrible.

I thought I had a yellow cheer for Ashley's appearance, and she's pushing for a new try on again.

Each time Ashley pulled away her clothes… she had a slight difficulty expressing herself.

If you call it unfair, you say, "Well, why don't we do the same? Us?" and the three beautiful girls are spicy (Akuratsu) because they are seriously imminent.

It's a tear-eyed project for Ashley, a boy who can't do that very much.

Anyway, is.

The healthy skin tone lace area packing (Konpo) problem currently unfolding in front of me was reminiscent of the experience that used to be Ashley.

"What, Ashley? Turn around a little bit."

Eunice exhorts Ashle to wander her eyes into the universe with a voice containing a mean grin.

"So, you know"

"Hmm, ah, yeah. It's not mine, you mean Ashley's useless..."

What can I do for you? Ashley is afraid to ask.

Eunice stuck his chin out as if stubbornly as a tung.

I had tears in my eyeballs.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What the hell am I doing, damaging Eunice's mood? Ashley has no idea.

And further above such ashle, fright and bewilderment, Eunice went today.

"Well... now what!

Along with the hanging voice, Eunice took it off.

I was laughing on the side about Leda's feather-woven gown.

Ashle's gaze, which was distracting her from Eunice's pursuit, was directed precisely towards Ledda.

The sight of the impact protrudes into Ashle's retina.

What an analogy to that.

Anyway, I saw, I kicked, I got out. Blood.

from the nose.

A moment of hardened reda nods along with a scream that rips silk.

But it is all a later festival.

Namely, the three major events in the human world.

I think the two noodles are probably the eve festival and the blood festival.

That situation, which seemed to make my head and lower body crazy when I remembered it, was nevertheless an impending necessity.

Yes, they volunteered as "bait" to drag out the dreaded monster, not play.