Sanzen no Souru Supina

Owner's Seal: It was on the evening of Ashle's return that Ledamaria realized the horror of the side effects the intake would have had, due to his activity.

Plenty of minutes after sunset, when the full moon had risen already high, Reda, who had finally returned, along with Eunice, slowly warmed her whole body with herbal water and washed it away.

Rosemary, thyme and gelanium, where you add plenty of razor and lavender with excellent anti-inflammatory and skin-toning properties, marigold on lemon balm, and rose flowers with the best relaxing properties.

After experiencing combat and the extreme tension that comes with it, we need prompt mental care, not just physical.

Even in the battle of the human opponent, the human heart is wounded.

irrevocably in some cases.

This time, however, the two beautiful princesses experienced a peculiar "captivity of monsters".

It was clear that a special and thoughtful allowance was needed.

Perhaps it was this herbal water or confession (about penance) that was incorporated as a folk therapy or religious system and spread everywhere that the fight against this demon had a unique background in the world of Worlds Ende that existed as something of reality, rather than as a toy.

Perhaps just because the order goes back and forth, it is the same thing that the Bishops impart blessings to the warriors whose national knights have their own battle doctrine (Doctrine) and strict military statutes and who go to the battlefield.

The knights and warriors who survived the demon opponents and made their return say with their mouths shut.

"It was as if the dark parts of man were enemies of stiffness," he said.

"It was uncomparable evil, such as human beings," he said.

"It was like, a nightmare," he said.

That's what fighting monsters is all about.

Fear, anger, hatred, and exaltation remembered by such an existential opponent - so it's a huge emotion far beyond the imagination of a human being who never experienced it.

If you don't take good care of it, most of it is to the magnitude of its emotions that you become a monster yourself.

And thinking about it, even though I'm only eighteen years old, I've experienced many battlefields as a Holy Knight (Paladin), and I'm still the only demonic opponent of the utmost evil, and I know how awesome a man named Ashledau has been fighting for Eunice and Ledda.

"I have to offer you my heart."

"Yeah, I think we really need to do this."

The lines the two beautiful princesses have spoken, so, together, they mean it.

If it's for that human being, the word is just that you two know exactly what it means to act "fight for your life", not that you're ever drunk in love.

He says we have to thank him enough to make it worth the fight.

Nevertheless, it is our own hands to begin with.

After being restrained by Biel, both hands and legs become bruised because of a violent rumble. Each other applies ointment (like this).

If you rub in the Padanau family secret ointment well every day that works for beatings, sprains, etc., if they are still teenagers, they will disappear without a trace, such as bruises of this magnitude.

It is the heartfelt devotion of the Padanaw family grandfather: Burton to his granddaughter, who while a woman deposited an extremely dangerous task: the squire of the Holy Knight (Paladin).

"We've had a lot of wives together."

"Whatever I am, Leda's clean skin is ruined"

"When you say that, you're gonna be a jerk, but you're not aware of it?

"Uh, 'cause it's sunburn and worn out, my skin"

"That's because you always follow the Holy Knight (Paladin), isn't it? - I'm more proud of you."

"Huh?"

Eunice was surprised by the last line issued to add that it was not a joking accusation to ride Leda's voice, but a pounding.

"Uh, now, what?

"So you're flattered by your healthy skin tone."

Nevertheless, the famous genius Chess showed a perfect and exemplary cut back without any particular marks.

"Oh, yeah?

"That's right. My God, when I'm in direct sunlight for a long time, I get inflamed like a fire bulge. Uh, nowhere to go anymore, it's a caged bird, me."

And Eunice laughs at Ledda, who exaggerates and shows off the opera (Operetta) somewhere.

Uh, it's kind of, like, upsetting.

Isn't it about Eunice that you know this side of Redamaria, which is usually glorified like a specimen of appearance, beautiful eyes, and brains clearly calmly deposited and talented?

So the nostalgia made me listen to Ledda's little whisper - the real thing.

I took a bath, and the two were extraordinarily dressed, unable to hold an ashle.

In other words, it is made-up clothing.

"Huh? Alle?! Why?"

"From now on, we both can take care of you during your stay. Holy Knight (Paladin) ─ ─ No, your husband (...)"

There is no way that we can have a long bath with each other, and it is an ashle that has been bathed well.

Sit back on the couch tucked away in front of the fireplace and sherry liquor as an aperitif (note - a type of white wine. It has a unique method, taste and incense. famous for his Esperalgo production during the making) while smoking, he was slowly cooling down his spirit.

There, two men in cute and itchy made-up clothes attacked him.

On both Ashle's knees, each of them creases and puts his hands behind his back, turning to his wet eyes.

This is a situation where you can't help but go crazy if you're a man, even if you're not an ashle.

Sorube.

Plus with Todome, the two beautiful squire say in the perfect unison.

"Please. Command us. Your husband."

It was clear that it was evil.

Anyway, in my childhood, I've been poked by these two pranks, Ashley.

The maid and other cute things, such as the knight running in love without a way and the master's queen, the unacceptable love stories of the nigger and the knight, dressed up as a woman and rolling out to the city, the doctor, and anyway, the vicious playmate, is Ashley, who was made to serve.

If you reacted naggingly, it was stained on your bones that you had a hell of a tail.

But tonight was really a bad night, but only one thing was definitely different from the other.

Ashley hadn't noticed yet.

That you two "served" really meant it (...).

Perhaps it would be better not to write down the details here.

Saint Knight (Paladin), both in this book.

It may ignite naturally.

However, it would also be problematic to leave everything to your imagination.

Or that's hideous.

So this is just one example, for example.

"Oh, are you hungry? Eunice's hand cooking magically revealed itself.

Besides, Ashley won't be allowed to get her hands on it.

All you can do is mouth it.

If you want to drink potage, at that moment, the leda is suffocating with a spoonful, breathing, making sure with your lips if it's right temperature, and then offering it to Ashley.

If you want bread, Eunice will tear it down to an easy size to eat by hand and carry it to your mouth.

Besides, the two of them are not present, kneeling at Ashley's feet all the time, and they are limping.

Stay still, stare into your eyes, and don't lose sight of your husband's wishes.

Probably, but this isn't a made-up maneuver.

Yeah, Ashley thought, but I couldn't get it out of my mouth.

Accidentally, he was about to be drunk by mouth to the wine, and only Goblet was dead anyway.

And well, that's how it is.

Is this supposed to continue tomorrow? and Ashley solidified, but, well, you're right.

When the two of them showed up in the bathroom flushing their backs, they died of water.

Anyway, in that way, Leda and Eunice's "thank you" went on.

The three of them headed to the bedroom after the night had completely changed, and the moon had leaned towards the western sky so far past Jomtien.

Beautifully made arms (?) Ashle, taken by the others, turned to her chamber with a curse.

Open the door, once Ashley entered the room, but looking back, the two of them dyed their cheeks in a variety of colors, are still standing there, aren't they?

Besides "give me an order," don't you?

It's as if you don't stop expecting me to be ashamed to order you to serve me final and decisive.

Eunice anyway, even Redamaria.

I think maybe I have too much wine kicking in and I'm going crazy.

Ashle thought, with a dead fight with Biel, which was no longer the day before, and a tracking line leading there, a tired and fluttering head of waiting assignments that would diminish his mind before it.

"And in the meantime, go to sleep, both of you. In my own room."

Tonight I'm no longer useful.

Ashley said that with a vain eye.

Really, two beautiful maids (?) Their faces became like loyal dogs abandoned by their masters.

Gunn, to the point of hearing a phonetic sound.

But whatever it is, it's not handsome anyway.

No more.

So while I saw the two shocks, Ashle disappeared into the back of the room, glaring.

Now, if we put it this way, only this evening, the three of us would have had a mixed time.

But it wasn't.

It was, in a way, inevitable.

Leda was dreaming.

I know it's a dream, but I can't wake myself up.

It's an inescapable dream.

Where is it, on the table?

But no food, no wine.

No, I do.

It's Ledamaria herself.

It was Ledda herself who had her hands and feet tied and raised to the table.

There was something there.

Jeridal's Demon: Biel ─ An abominable monster that Ashledau was definitely supposed to have slaughtered was on Ledda's belly a few moments ago, as he was during his lifetime.

It reminds me of a rotten odor somewhere, like acetone, with a sweet exhale on my neck muscle.

My skin bubbles, my throat is stuck, and I can't even scream at the fear of the touch that only what I experience it in reality.

Why not?

Why.

Fear occasionally grows into panic in confused consciousness.

Whenever I breathe hiccups, hiccups, my thorax is cramped (one) and my throat rings.

As he enjoys the look of Ledda like that, Biel strips away one piece of clothing, another, and takes more time than he needs.

Refrain.

Just like when I just experienced it.

The only difference, however, is that there is no Eunice here.

And, of course, Ashledau.

I have nothing but myself and demons.

And the only thing between me and the demon is unreliable silk clothing.

Even that, now, is taken away with dignity in front of us.

That sweet-smelling saliva dripped off Biel's mouth.

It infiltrates the garment and reaches Leda.

I have a fever that makes my skin feel less paralyzed.

It has some kind of narcotic effect.

There are things that act on the human mind.

Physiological aversion is added to the panic, and there is shame in it, and Leda is made to cry.

Of course, the murder of the Warcraft, the ritual of humiliation, does not hold.

Rather, increase the degree.

But one time, Ledda notices.

At some point, the figure of a warcraft, determined to choose death if it is enough to accept it, takes the form of a human being.

If you're aware of it, it's not a warcraft or anything.

Ashledau.

It is the Holy Knight (Paladin) who has been secretly admiring him, exposing his forged and scratched upper body and putting Reda together.

"A, shrew?

To that inquiry, the young man smiles gently.

That's all, fear from inside Ledda melts away like a frost lit by the sun.

Instead, my chest is going to squeal and break to such an embarrassment that I have never felt in my entire life.

Right now, I'm sure I'm dyed by Zhu, not just my face, but even my ears.

I want to cover my face and hide my expression, but I can't do that either with my hands tied.

Yet Ashley buries her face in Ledda's ear, shuddered and hardened.

Leda doesn't know if the audio leaked from her throat, which went against the bow, was exhalation or something else.

Except that it was already so wet that I couldn't delude myself into what was going on.

That's how Reda gets exposed.

Secrets.

For example, how long have you been aware of Ashley?

For example, how did you realize that was love, or something?

For example, where did you fall in love with Ashley, or something?

Everything I've kept in my heart.

Of course I can't honestly answer that.

I can't tell you, and if you shake your head crying, the question turns to interrogation.

He combed his hair, and ate his earlobes, and touched them.

Of course, Leda doesn't have the experience of having this done to me as an ashle.

No, enough to comb (suck) my hair, or maybe there was.

Yet Ashle's fingers, lips and tongues touching her had a strange sense of reality.

Without a doubt, Ledda will find out that it belongs to Ashley.

Because it was felt through the seal of the owner and it stayed that way.

I'm so ashamed that I want to die, I can't tell you what I don't like about one.

No, it's not.

I can't even think about it.

Besides, Ashley's questions are all Ledda wanted Ashley to hear, to confess.

Every time they know, the joy outweighs the embarrassment.

So Leda doesn't know if she's already refusing to ask questions to keep secrets, or if she wants to be questioned more severely, and she's embarrassed to show them.

At some point, cheeks are wet with tears of joy.

Dripping droplets are amalgam with saliva.

"It was daisy, daisy"

"What about Kamashi?

"I'm here! I'm here, I'm here!!

Asked about the deadline for love, if mistaken, they reveal everything as punishment.

"A priest who should have been forbidden to fall in love, and a Cardinal who has to be a role model for the inferior, should not be Ledda."

The shrewd, smiling Ashley is more grown-up than real, mean.

That's probably because this is the dream world Leda herself wanted.

So you're so embarrassed, you don't wake up.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry"

Leda can only cry like a young girl when she is exposed and gripped by her favorite man Co.

Just one thing.

I just can't say, "Please don't".

You know why.

And the question, at last, becomes deadly.

be decisive.

"Why, do you want it?

To me?

Ashley asks as she strokes Ledda's hair and earlobes.

Blurb, and Leda shudders.

If I answer, I know I can't do it anymore.

That's not all, I know.

So I spin my mouth desperately.

Shake your head, resist.

to your own desires.

Yet.

No, because that's it.

Ashley interrogates.

by means that are neither permitted to be put in the mouth nor left in the description.

Do you endure it?

Or do you want to indulge in the time you've wanted for years?

Ledda doesn't know anymore.

There's only one thing I know.

That means that Ashley will fill you up, as long as you tell her.

Ledda's been in my mind forever, giving me a secret "twist".

While I think about it, Ashle's interrogation escalates.

with the modus operandi by which the Holy Knight (Paladin) draws information from witches, pagans and other abominable external enemies.

Like during the Sacred Knight of Ashle (Paladin) promotion exam, which I visited in secret.

Ledda finally succumbs to that arrangement and manipulation.

Tiny, unbroken "Nerd" is leaked.

But Ashley won't forgive me.

With your hands, not your words, and I'll tell you that.

Reda, rip it back.

Most of you, scrub it, speak up clearly.

And yet, I can't hear you, Ashle's hand says.

Leda despairs.

Understand what it means.

Ashley says she won't forgive me until I scream.

I will never forgive the world until Omae shouts "Nerd."

Ah, ah, ah, and the whimper came from Leda's throat bowed, it became audio and leaked.

And now, there's nothing I can do about it, and Reda screams.

Really, in the depths of these days, "Nerd."