Sanzen no Souru Supina

Something sweet and feverish came into my mouth.

It was soft and elastic in its thick palate.

It's not just sweet.

Acidity.

Hazelnut richness.

Spice stimulation.

Finally - the incense of a cigar you will never forget.

Serra asked to devour it.

"Oh, have you noticed? My dear princess."

Awakened Serra was in the man's arms.

The sound of the waves that strike.

The sound of the wind blowing.

Cold air to cut it off.

The outer wall, which separates the outside air from the inside to a lesser extent, must have converted the torn canvas.

A sandy beach about the forehead of a cat that opened up on the coast of Trantrim.

They were nowhere near the wreckage of a sailboat launched like a miracle there.

"Where? Here, where? I am."

Turning away from the cloudy consciousness, Serra's lips, awakened by the baptism of a vibrant outside air, were also taken away by the man's.

For the most part, hot liquids are poured in - add plenty of sugar, add herbs, fly alcohol, and boiled red wine.

Serra felt that there was a hot path in her body.

It was delicious enough to tear.

I can't reject the desire of the flesh, and I can't resist the repeated clichés of those who go.

"No, no more"

It wasn't until after I drank all the wine that I was able to say no.

"I can't hang on, I've been warming you up"

"Get off me, you coward!!

"Town is still connected!

That's what Serra finally realized.

Right now, I'm in the situation where I was placed.

"Ah, ah, ah,"

"It was cold, wasn't it?

It's warm, isn't it?

Menace, who says so without giving in, is still some sort of stray man, Serra understood.

No, if, as he himself says, he really is the Emperor of Esperalgo, and despite that, there could not have been a person who would come to a place like this himself, normal (...) (...).

When it was all settled, Serra cried in retrospect of the moment when the furious Sidrellasikaya da Zu hit and smashed the sailboat.

I wanted decisive ruin.

Guys, screw it up.

That's what I wanted.

So, for that moment, what was filling Serra's chest was the delight of dark hope that was shot into her as a stuffing (filling) in fear.

Yet.

And yet... I'm saved.

That, too, got me trapped by this guy.

As soon as she realized it, she flirted with the wave of impulses that she couldn't, and Serra cried.

To that appearance, Menace laughs low.

Crawling her lips on the clavicle of Serra's peel.

"Nice. Heart-breaking sound. What is incense when your heart breaks? That's sweet."

"Please, please, no more, no more."

"Why not? Right now, it's just me and you here. Come to think of it, this is your chance, right?

"Opportunity?"

"That's right. I can liquidate the past once and for all. Your people - the Knights of Catel Hospital - might think you might be dead. You can't go home anyway, so don't pick me."

Menace whispers like a demon as she bites Serra's earlobes.

"Eh, bu?

"Did you forget? Become my queen and talk. I look like a man who keeps his word, don't I?

Besides, you may not have noticed it yourself, but it's pretty izzy? Not only on the outside, but also on the inside.

"Oh, no..."

Such a drug effect would have been planted in the included wine.

If that sweet food shoved into my mouth was chocolate, it was inevitable that that unbearable urge would eventually strike me.

No, did you really just want to think so?

Dizziness, not knowing whether it was due to kurakura, and medicinal effects or from fatigue and wear and tear, once again became obscure, while Serra pondered the meaning of Menace's words.

I may already be thought dead.

Either way, I can't go home there anymore.

There is no place.

It can't be forgiven.

Yeah, I can't forgive myself.

Then why not be a queen?

Wouldn't it be nice if I had the "right relationship" with this man?

No, isn't that the only way?

To stay on the side of correctness, no longer, that's all.

He blamed the spirit on the norm (Kihan) inside himself, and on the outside, he was flirting with Menace, which was all Selah could think of.

But still, the only thing that stopped Serra was fear.

Nor is that the only fear.

to the anomaly.

Fear of Britain as an overwhelming paranormal made him do so.

"No, no, I can't, I can't. I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? You can just snort, can't you?

"What you will find, what you will find! You can't escape, Iris and Dashkamarier. You can't escape!

"Oh? That's amazing. It emits the afterlight. - Is that the human? So, what do you mean, you can't get away from Illisberda?

Menace asked as she scoffed at Selah, who was frightened and disturbed.

"You two, I heard you were mentally bound. It's impossible to escape from your two Chips, Master Irisberda, who is in a link with the real prophet, Master Dashkamarier. I foresee anything. They'll know, they'll know."

What shall we do? What shall we do?

Your survival, your place, and your treachery.

Serra came to that point and went all crazy.

But he held his hips deep, and Menace said quietly.

"I was wondering if you could tell me more... about that story"

The strong impact exerted on the flesh served to detain Serra, who was ironically about to become confused and broken.

After a long, tail-drawing scream, it leads to Menace like a threaded doll, and Serra talks to Menace all the time - Prophet: Dashkamarier and the “Virgin of the Rebirth": all the time about Irisberda, as she is questioned.

Point of No Return.

Branch point where you will never be able to follow your home route again.

If that was here, Serra wouldn't even notice later.

"Ha ha, I see.“ The Virgin Mary of the Rebirth. "I knew a woman named Dashkamarier as a prophet...... The two are connected by extraordinary means. That's a pain in the ass."

Well, that was tough.

Menace said as she stroked Serra's head, which spills tears like it broke.

Where is the wind blowing, such as the place where I waved to Serra?

But for Serra now, Menace seemed to be the only understander, an ally.

Because after hearing Serra's monologue, Menace swore to me.

"Okay... I'll set you free. I'm going to make a way for you to live the way you think you can. - Kill two buckets of that fucking obnoxious shadow of God. Violeta and the others are now searching for survivors. If Soitz were here, I would have ordered him to go away."

Oh, oh, and Serra cries.

I wonder how I know.

My heart is on this man.

Yeah, I was scared.

The shadow of God.

As one of the men around Serra, I wouldn't have thought of that.

You wouldn't have responded to Serra's confession like this.

But this man is different.

"In the meantime, I will remove them from this world. I'll make sure you don't find out where you are. Humans are free to go anywhere. I'll educate them. To them."

So, Serra, you just have to swear one thing.

"When it comes to my things... as a queen."

And Serra nods at the offer.

I will - I swear I will.

To your stuff.