Sanzen no Souru Supina

Cockroached, and my throat rang.

I couldn't wait to taste it.

It's not just the taste.

I was greedy.

Hot liquid running down your throat.

For one thing, every time I drink it up again, I can see a hot stream passing through my cold, strong limbs.

In the dark, it feels like a golden stretch of road sweeps all over your body.

Now, consciousness falls to sleep in irresistible tranquillity - like that time of joy stretches forever.

Trao had such an experience.

"Ahhh..."

From the mouth of Trao, who lost his family in his childhood, it is impossible to say that words have been leaked.

Am I dead?

Because I am surrounded by such tranquility.

I was trapped by such emotion.

"Mr. Trao."

But there was a call to stop Trao from trying to fall asleep.

That had a real sound to it.

Trao remembered the voice.

I can't possibly mishear you.

A woman (one) who decides to defend herself no matter what.

A woman (one) must be defended.

Irisberda Lachmaison - "The Virgin Mary of Rebirth".

His eyelids, heavy as lead, were swept open with a "chira" of will, and Trao tried to ascertain what it looked like.

For a moment, my complexion was in front of me.

On a stripped breast, silver hair looks like a fresh-born leech.

A golden eye of mercy was peering into the trao.

It was as if the Virgin Mary, painted on the church ceiling: in the figure of Madra herself, that Illis had a trao in his chest.

Except I wore only a blue and white cloth from my head, in a threadless way.

And that's the same for me.

I would have missed my eyes and closed my eyelids tightly.

Trao couldn't.

I was struck by so much beauty, I just could see it in its appearance.

Smiling at such a trao, Iris allowed his breasts to be included once again.

Trao will understand.

What was the richness and richness of a beverage of incense like the one in heaven?

Reason knew it was something I shouldn't do.

But the flesh could not help but seek an instinct to survive.

"It's okay."

For one thing, it was at the same time that the words of England and Trao demanded it, announcing forgiveness.

The second time he woke up, Trao discovered himself putting his clothes together.

There was pain in the flesh sampling, I tried to get up, but I was dizzy as I was about to, and I rolled down to the beach.

A metal dish that was surrounded fell on it, spilling the contents, the true water, along with a small sound.

Somehow, in good condition, Trao lay down and looked around and realized that he was in a place where by chance the wreckage of a crushed ship formed a snail that prevented a rainstorm as if it were a wall.

A few trunks were combined to carry the costume, and a simple bed was covered.

Outdoors, temperature is first taken from the ground.

So lying directly on the ground is an unsafe act.

From a terribly cold sandy beach, Trao managed to crawl up, but couldn't.

I can see my strength being taken away from my flesh along with heat.

But then, there was a voice from behind.

"Mr. Trao?!

I guess I converted a torn canvas.

Who else, Iris, appeared beyond the only boundary that separated the lower boundary from this space.

"Illis...... sama"

"Don't push it, come on, get back in bed"

With the shoulder of the rushing Iris, Trao was finally able to crawl to the bed.

Pathetic, the thought crumbles and leaks.

"There is no pity. Don't you remember? To protect me, Mr. Trao jumped into the stormy sea - how pleased he was."

It doesn't feel like fixing it at all, said Iris with sincere gratitude.

Trao, lying on his back with his back between his eyebrows, gazed.

"Really......?

"Yes, you are the benefactor of my life."

"I don't remember."

Trao's thoughts are half right.

Immediately reacting to the plight of Illis, the first to jump in after her, thrown into the stormy sea, was undoubtedly Trao.

However, Trao did his best where he reached Illis.

In fact, it was the grace of a powerful patronage, its gift, that drowned over Iris himself that saved Iris.

Paranormal protection automatically and forcefully protects her.

Just her.

"This house... the wreckage of the ship... is yours?

To Trao's inquiry, no, Illis waved for the first time.

"By the time I realized it, it was almost this snail already. The trunk... somehow, from there"

It came down.

The broken barn opened its mouth at the tip of the finger of Illis, who raised his finger.

If Trao had gone outside at this time and been able to confirm its appearance from the exterior, he would have noticed the anomaly.

That this can't be a coincidence or something.

That all things were inevitably gathered to protect only Illis.

Miracle - Exactly.

But for a worn out trao, it was more of an impossible order to realize.

Next to a lying trao, Illis sits back.

That's all, the twitchy warmth surrounds the trao.

It passes to the flesh that was beginning to cool, dissolving the strong tension.

Trao feels with his skin the book of the heavenly grace strewn around him, the Holy Aura of the Summing of Illis.

It's just so warm that this one was by your side.

So peaceful.

I cried.

But Trao's emotions will soon be strengthened.

Mostly against cold air, not.

An offer from Illis made me do that.

Well, let's have a meal.

Because Illis said as she untied the chest of the blue and white costume, which looked like the Virgin Mary in the painting.

Trao loses his word.

Words of restraint clogged in the back of his throat, and he just played a screaming roaring, name-hearted sound.

My memory raced through my brain when I turned on the horse lights.

Yes - as if it were a toddler, a sweet memory of it from Illis.

"Hey, something else! Or dry bread or something! Oh, that's enough for me!

"You can't, Trao. You shouldn't dry bread when you're weak."

"So, uh, porridge. Simply boil in water. I am, hey, whatever!

"Insufficient nutrition. First of all, I haven't been able to discover the barrel of dry bread. All the wood is getting wet and damp, and I don't have the tools, so the fire's not going to burn."

"So, but! Here it is!"

As the conversation continued, Iris finished untying his chest and exposing his skin.

To the fluff, from Trao's throat trying to continue to argue, the twice-amazing sound rings.

"Please don't be selfish. Now it is the best source of nourishment that we can obtain. Please."

"Because, no, no, no..."

Trao hid his eyes with his right palm and argued while lying down.

On his bloodless cheek, Zhu is sworn.

"Yes, don't tell me I shouldn't, let me, because I've decided to be ready!

In that so uber a reaction, most of it started to illuminate Iris.

Cover your chest and hold your shoulders.

"And because it's the only thing! Emergency! Emergency response! Hey, nothing nasty, etc., ah, no!

Mostly, until just now, you honestly drank it!

At last, Trao broke when Illis was in tears and embarrassed.

No, you may be right that there was no longer any power left to argue.

Even speaking out was the limit.

Besides, indeed, Iris' claim is muscular.

Trao's idea that energy is replenished as long as you eat meals is actually wrong.

It must be recalled that there is a process of digestion between food intake and absorption.

What's more, that it consumes a lot of energy for digestion.

For example, taking a chunk of meat increases your body temperature, which is evidence that energy is being used for this digestion.

Drowsiness strikes the same roots.

And the food consumed cannot be used as energy until digested and absorbed.

There's an advance on digestive energy, and for the first time, the flesh can absorb energy from food.

This is why consuming food that requires enormous energy for digestion when the flesh is weak - in some cases, it is not dangerous.

Depending on the fatigue of the flesh, even the balance of payments may not match.

The situation gets worse, in the sense.

This is a compulsory knowledge in the Knights of Catel Hospital involved in therapeutic practices, not to mention its constituent Trao, who had a history of learning as an assistant before receiving the ritual of rebirth.

At this point in time of difficulty in procuring fuel, there was nothing better than warm milk.

Trao couldn't resist and mouthed this.

Of course, there is no way that the miracle that protected Illis can reach an idea as to why it did not give fuel and spark.

"Master Iris, forgive me. To you, I... I feel evil."

of feeding, and repented with the expression that Trao could not stand.

When I first saw it, I didn't even think about it, I confessed that I was attacked by an impulse I shouldn't have.

In contrast, while recommending a meal further, Iris replied, blushing his cheeks, however.

"Don't worry, it doesn't make you feel bad as a woman. Instead, I don't know... I'm glad. And that's the kind of mind and body work. It is proof to the left that your flesh is seeking raw, and is regaining vitality. Let's rejoice"

"But"

"Besides, it's helping even for me. As soon as I saw you fall down and get cold, like this, as never before...... I think you're going to get strained and torn, right? It's painful... So, Trao is helping me, isn't he?

However, Iris' body, saying so, was exhilarating and feverish.

It was at this time that Illis as a human woman nestled in the heart of Trao, who had watched only the side of the Virgin Illis.

In short, Trao had feelings of love.

On the journey up to here, I remember being picked up at midnight by all the people who went.

The feeling, the heat and the smell vary at that time, and no, it passes through the back of my brain more vividly.

Trao twists his feelings down.

This is Ashley's fiancée.

But I could no longer accept the grace bestowed on me by Illis just because of the feeling of holiness I felt then.

How much, the holy feeding would have gone on.

There was, naturally, a special "Hiragana" in that of Illis.

Milk is unusual blood.

And already the presence of Iris is sanctified all the flesh, until it is in the bones.

Something sober, washed by the "twists" of life that desire salvation.

What is received from it is not already of the world.

It is exactly communion, belonging to the kingdom of heaven.

What are the consequences of that giving and receiving?

It wouldn't be hard to imagine.

Breaking the holy silence to be kept secret was the sound of hooves and the rubbing sound of armor.

It was too late when I realized it.

The tide and the wind were sweeping away the march of horseshoes chewing on the beach.

So that was totally sudden.

Suddenly, the canvas at the entrance was slashed, rough, and it broke in.