Sanzen no Souru Supina

I see, and after listening to Serra, Menace made a big stretch.

I can understand, but let me put together that kind of air.

"If I can tell you, I think you should tell Kittin '? Trao, is that it? That young husband, he has a wife. Because... I mean it, you've always liked me, haven't you?

Menace's straightforward (little) narrative came naturally to Selah at this time, on the contrary.

I couldn't even speak into action the whole time, and it was a feeling that the thoughts I had pushed to kill had been affirmed.

Blurry, I cried.

"So, so, so... I knew I couldn't, I shouldn't"

"So, do you want to give up? You're gonna push your thoughts all the way down, and you're gonna live? You have to settle for your feelings with Kitin, you can't move on"

So it was sweet of me to accidentally bite the words into the joy of having them affirm my feelings and the fact that Menace said to make it easier for me to get over the harshness of reality standing in front of me - not knowing where Serra stands.

"Irresponsible way to put it!

That's what I said, I hit Menace with words.

Like I got a immunity note.

If you're this guy, you can squeeze it.

Serra exhaled the thought of cutting off her mouth.

How much I love Trao.

How much I've thought about it.

And yet you can't even put it in your mouth, and you can't even understand it.

I would have kept talking for an hour.

Menace not only disturbed Serra like that, but slackened her cigarettes and poured her tea into Serra's cup from time to time, as she hit the relationship.

I see.

Again, Menace finished releasing her thoughts and said to Serra, who tided her cheeks.

"I have so many thoughts. Then that's all I have left. I'll have to live in my chest forever."

"So, that's hard, that's as painful as my chest is going to crumble!

That's what you're saying! Selah's words and deeds are no longer in sight.

Emotions explode, and they bite each other, whether they're denied or agreed.

"Well, run, then."

Crying, he said to Serra approaching with an awesome sword screen. Menace, however, did not let it be slight, but slowly breathed out cigarette smoke.

"Running? Running? To where?"

"Well, there's something about going far away. Distance definitely cools the human heart. All I'm saying is, booze, cigarettes, a little more familiar escape."

"That's so corrupt!

"But if you don't, you're gonna break your heart. There is indeed an anesthetic part to alcohol. There's something about cigarettes that's narcotic - but even when it comes to blurring comfort, there's something that a wounded person needs. Selah... you know that if you were born on Katel Island, too? Anesthesia used in surgical procedures is originally a form of narcotics. Even so, it is used to relieve severe pain during surgery. Human death is not limited to anything by trauma, bleeding, or disease. Because people die of pain. So does the mind."

Selah got her chest full of sensibility that she couldn't possibly think of from the usual Menace, which was flimsy to say the least.

As the daughter of a doctor, she is Serra, who has grown up staring at her parents' backs.

I found out more about the correctness of Menace's allegations than anyone else.

"But"

"Impossible, I'm not saying. It's just hard to see you suffer like that. I know what's going on."

Menace breaks my heart for me.

To that confession, Serra's cheeks rose in a different way.

I didn't understand, Serra wants to think.

However, that exaltation and chest sounds drove Serra to action she would never have taken before.

"... well, I'll give it a try... come on, see if it works."

With only half his butt on a chair with a soft back, Serra pointed to Menace's Xcel at the front.

"Huh? This? Hey, stop it, you're so tight. It's the first time, right? I wouldn't recommend it to a girl."

"Meh, Menace said it to you."

Menace scratched her head and replaced the leaves.

"What, it"

"It's a herb. Substitute. The one that blends it dry growing around there, well, it's like a toy. If you don't have a cigarette, this is it. It's hard to cut a cigarette on a boat. Well, compared to what we smoke, it's a healthy first mood change that doesn't work, but it's easier to miss your mouth. There must have been some."

"Treat me like a child!!

"No, I know you're a good lady. So... I want to be nice. I can't let you swallow a cigarette."

Kyun, and whether or not they didn't hear the sound of her ringing chest, Serra got worried and accidentally put her hands on it.

Even half of this tenderness, if it was in Trao. That's what I think.

"Uh, maybe this will do"

Menace said, inserting a thin piece of wood into the furnace, and with its burning, she lit herbs that she had often rubbed into the xels.

I'll suck your mouth a few times and transfer the fire firmly.

"Well, that's good. Try again."

Oh, and Serra, who was handed Xcel, got upset.

It's not just about the unexpected weight of it, the beautiful shaping, and the brilliance of the elaborate elephant eye work.

This is an indirect kiss.

It was a time when I found a similar meaning to mouth-watering in touching wine glasses and goblets.

The Knights of Catel Hospital basically had the clergy and aristocracy as the backbone of the organization, so as to etiquette, it is equivalent.

In Serra's common sense, the act was felt to mean exchanging each other's saliva.

"What's up? You want to quit?

Soon, Menace peeks into Serra with a decent face.

He doesn't seem to notice the confusion at all.

I can't help it.

This is the only thing that Menace, who is probably a commoner and would have worked in a tradesmen's business, could have neglected around it.

Besides, Serra reasserted in herself why she put her lips on that sucking mouth.

I told him it was a step toward organizing things with Trao in himself.

Never speak your mind.

The taste of sweet and bitter cigarettes lingered on my mouth.

But the smoke that followed it poured into his mouth gave him a tremendous incense of sober herbs.

Later, the leftover incense from Sacramento pours in as well.

Oh, this was the moment I thought you might like.

"─ Gee, gee, gee, gee."

Serra was overwhelmed.

I caught my guard and inhaled smoke all the way to my lungs.

"Uh, have you done it? Well, that's good at first. Don't go all at once, do it slowly, like rolling a small chunk of smoke in your chest."

Menace grinned at me and rubbed my back.

That hand is warm.

Calm down, then try again.

Most of it worked.

I was just smoking smoke that smoked herbs, but I really felt kind of calmed down.

Serra quickly sucked it off.

"Oh, it's over now"

"You don't smoke that long. Not like a cigar."

"One more time, okay?

"Uh, you're right. Oh. Looks like we've been stacking up a lot. Do you want to? It's just, isn't everybody worried?

"That's okay, just let me worry"

"Well, for once, I'll just let you know I'm in my room, okay?

Menace took his seat off, saying, and went through the process of seeing what was going on outside and delegating full powers to the Deputy Director.

After a while, until Menace came back, Serra was surrounded by a sense of relief she had never felt here in a while.

Feels like strong tension disappears from the whole body.

I'm losing strength, and I'm about to be invited to a thick, sleepy sleep.

But there's something inside of it that's still like a burial fire, and it pulses out of the way.

It seemed to Serra that the thought of it, which she was not so aware of when she was dramatically elevated, was revealed by the release of the strong tension.

Gently, put your hands on your lower abdomen.

There was a violent snake rumbling around inside of it as soon as possible, and Serra hurriedly let go of her hand.

Once again, Menace dived into the door.

Locked, but this is common sense at the ship's door.

Because if a thick, heavy door suddenly opens, it's dangerous.

"What do we do? Do you want to change the leaves?

"Oh, no, I might really like this incense, why"

Okay, okay, Menace did the same and made me a second time.

To the act and kindness, Selah remembers palpitations.

My chest, my palpitations, I can't feel the thrill.

I need to calm down. - That's what I said for the second time.

However, no matter how much I smoked, I couldn't calm down.

Serra felt the fire running all over her body as the flames of the plains burned.

It was too late when I realized I shouldn't.

My whole body was soaked and soaked enough not to get up.

The pulse grew in the back of my ear.

"Ko, this..."

Hard, Serra took down a huge wave of xels.

I wasn't trying to throw it away, my hands were trembling and I couldn't support it.

Xcel slipped through the floor and rolled over and stopped, scattering the ashes.

Menace picked it up silently, and the ashes trampled.

"What do you want to do?

Menace inserted her body over Serra, who was also sitting in a bench, making sure she covered herself.

"What is this, huh, to?

Drugs? Something like that?

Sella felt as if she had been stroked over her skin, not bothered to be touched directly.

Otherwise, the opposite is true.

There was Menace's face.

"What do you mean by that?

Cold eyes were staring at Serra.

Its eyes are so clear that it freezes and yet it has a blazing fire inside it.

"What, what did you do?

"That's why I stopped, right? Nothing, repeat. And yet, you stepped in here without realizing it."

I'm a scoundrel - I don't choose the means.

"Herbs, weren't they?

"No, it was a herb, wasn't it? There are no health problems, it's a hobby that everyone has been using for a long time. It also helps to reduce inflammation of the throat"

"So, that treat?

"That's half correct. Well, I honestly didn't expect to eat five or six."

"Terrible.... even though I ate Menace"

"Yeah, a lot of oral drugs, depending on their ingredients, take a while for the effects to show up. It depends on the process of digestion and absorption, especially if it is mixed with food. However, it also has advantages and a long duration. It can take more than a dozen hours, sometimes three days, to drain out of the body."

Then, Menace said.

"Of course, I ate the same thing. That's why I'm not here right now."

You should have just talked and crawled straight into the boy's room at night.

It's stubborn, so it's working.

"What, what, poison?

"Rude. I just feel better about everything. Be sensitive, sharp and clear - and unforgettable."

Serra had no power to push back the body of the man.

No, Serra was stunned that the moment she smelled that body odor with the tide, cigarettes and sweat, she had herself clinging to it reflexively.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God"

"Well, that means humans are animal companions. It's not special, it's not noble. - No, it could be worse."

Menace's voice, so to speak, could not even feel inferior emotions and other shards, but was on the contrary deserted.

It was something that made me imagine the half-life this man had walked on, a journey I couldn't help but save.

It's like a dark burning fire that lights up a freezing desert night - such a vigeon.

"What's wrong with me, how...?

"What's the matter with you?"

Menace gave him the xelle Serra had removed earlier.

Over Menace's neck held in, Serra sees it.

Instead of the ashes slammed on the floor, behind its geese neck, Serra saw the light spinning blinkingly.

"Spindle!! So this is... Focus?!

"Visible, you mean," The Spindle Capable "?"

Menace affirms Serra's question below.

Oh, my God... it's so diverse.

Serra vehemently regretted her lack of ability to observe.

That day, the Emperor of Vibronze: Dinner party at Lucatius' private residence, the moment he was informed on that seat that the trantrim had fallen into the Closed Corridor, among those who floated their hips, I can't believe I remembered Menace for a long time...

I am an idiot, and Selah took herself in her heart.

But it was all already, totally too late.

"My Focus: Temptaire, and Genius: Silent Sobbing - Sobbing Without a Voice? This guy is a smoke-mediated, diffuse and mediated type of alien. It's a little special, it's slow acting, and it's hard to use, but on the contrary, it's a type of spell system psychic that can't be easily cursed if you decide to batch it. The effect is - incurable: planting love for the user. In the Closed Corridor, it's almost useless, but when I use it outside, I get tired, so I have to use it."

So, don't worry.

Now, the love affair you're feeling has been forced upon you.

Menace clearly said so.

With terribly honest language.

Serra tasted the feeling of being hit by a pile of ice into her heart.

There was, of course, the fear of alienation described by Menace.

But it really shook Serra because I didn't know if this sentiment - this thought of poking and moving the body - was really forced (...) (...).

Serra may have already begun to like the man who blurted but gently put his coat together, behaved like tea and sweets and listened to me in silence, even if she didn't have to do this.

"Where I've lived, in the first half of it, it's a terribly dark and miserable place. It was a day of deprivation, denigration and uprooting. Honestly, it's a gloomy memory I don't even want to remember. Yeah, so I don't want to talk about how I hate the world or resent it.

However, where I've lived, love and trust always expire somehow. Even though I thought I'd found it, most of it was confusing. You know what a fool's money is? This Xcel: That's what Temptaire looks like, isn't it? I'm sure when I was a kid, I wanted to be there for you. This is how you really love me. At some point, I was hoping it wouldn't even be a dispute or expiration. "

I guess that's how you exposed it.

Genius, the "Hiraki" snail in "Spindle".

"Spindle ability and its effects depend not only on the Focus, but also on the will of the user."

"How dare you!!

"Naturally, the purpose is to use you. Tie that heart together so you can feel joy in your service to me. And to tailor it to the Knights of Catel Hospital."

No matter how robust the organization may seem, there are more places to put it than humans run it.

You can see how trusted insiders are in the enemy's courtroom to make war, politics, and diplomacy work for you.

"How do you know?"

I just wanted to say that I know and I've been in contact with you. "

Menace replied pale to Serra, who eats down with reluctance and bodily excitement.

I told him the horrible facts.

"Who are you and who are you..."

Sella asked, knowing that there were times when the question would be answered.

Because I thought that there was no way a person of such a cunning nature could make such a mistake.

But Menace replied.

I named him after him from the beginning.

"Mercenario El Madra Esperalgo. I am the emperor."

Serra tasted the feeling of being hammered in the head.

"Emperor? Esperalgo's?!

"That's right. I'm Mercenario. When you call me by my nickname, say hello in Menace"

They held me for a long time and pulled me off my bench.

I can't even stand on my own anymore.

There's nothing I can do about it in my own Will. Love overflows, and I hug it back strongly.

"I, the enemy, am the enemy"

"That's why I told you? The emotions are confusing. However, you inhaled the smoke with its" Hiragana "deep and deep. You want it, you want it. Of course, before that, I was sucking a little bit, but I set it up, didn't I? Oh, if I get into this much gutter, I'll never get out of here again, okay?

And then... don't worry.

Only affections of affection and affection can be planted.

I can't force you to submit or subordinate me.

For example, someone might be able to talk to you right now, for example, the Knights of the Catel Hospital: Lord Harvey.

"And your thoughts on your precious little boy - Trao Boy - won't go away either"

Already unable to take the emotional reins, Serra was crying out.

However, I felt that only raising my voice could I be proud of myself.

But one thing about Menace made Serra whimper.

A pile of ice stuck into his heart was inflicted with pain like being trampled on the soles of his shoes.

With a voice like a catched up beast, Serra cried.

"Terrible, terrible, terrible"

Back to back with the resentful voice leaking from my mouth, what I felt when I was cuddled on the bed was such a strong joy that it could be described as a pleasure.

"Ixists only forgive the intercourse of men and women in a couple's contract if they strictly follow the doctrine, only in the context of socialization, which presupposes marriage"

Said Menace as she untied Serra's costume.

"Let's engrave him. To its flesh, to its heart. A mark of sin. Strong. As anyone can see. Let's burn him."

Except, Menace said.

"If Omae wishes, I am prepared and prepared to welcome Omae to the Queen. as a natural consequence of the correct exchange. Choose - what you want to do."

It was the tranquility like a windless lake that floated in Menace's face telling him so in a gruesome way.