Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

"Ah, Mr. Iris!?

Mr. Rosé's bewildered expression was directed at me.

I thought Laplice, who was on my shoulder, said, 'Dumb bastard, what if it crumbles', but now I ignored it.

"Don't you want to hear it, too, Mr. Rosé? A blessing song for so many Sisters to sing. I'd love to hear it."

I missed you earlier. Mr. Rose made me behave differently and I was a little depressed.

So we should fill that hole. As soon as possible. With that in mind, what an opportunity Marie gave me. This can't be anything but eating as hard as you can.

"Mr. Rose......"

I showed the sweetness that Sarah had trained me to do just fine here.

Of course I know that this is the church. Thousands of people are still coming to see us.

But it's rude to ignore Marie's favor because of it, and I'd like to get on it if the ritual is over.

"No...?

Only now do we speak of Micaña as a teacher and attack her fat. Use anything you can. Fortunately, I have learned something called the way Mr. Rosé would ask for a favor that he can't roughly refuse. I put it on the big upper stage as a weapon and shook it down.

"Phew..."

But would you have been a little too desperate? Mr. Rosé turned out to be a sucky laugh.

"... the story of one day in the bath has become a reality"

"Huh!?

But I immediately stroked the hair on my ear to comb it, and then decorated it with Tikkalodecka, which was inserted into your chest.

"Oh, this..."

Mr. Rosé's Holy Flower. I gave everything to my family at Sorletta's church, so I regretted it.

He said he should have kept one or so.

But now you've inserted it into my hair with your own hands. Fluffy and soft sweet scent tickles my nose and makes me feel like a dream (yume depression) in an instant.

"In Sorletta, you did adorn the bride's hair (Migushi) with flowers. Mr. Irise's hair is red, so it's a little less noticeable in the same red..."

I thought about it when I was on a date, and I think I look at my sleeping face every morning, but Rosé has really long eyelashes (lashes).

A slightly dripping lid. Because I am shorter, I have a naturally overlooking shape and a narrower eyelid.

The red eyes behind it emit a quiet glow that makes you feel sad.

"Wow, thank you!!

I almost touched the Holy Flower, but it's hard to get it scattered. Mr. Rose shook that hand as I held the hand I raised halfway up.

"Bye..."

Then he tangles his fingers and fingers and pulls them in front of him in a good way.

"Ah..."

Then my light body naturally subsided into Mr. Rose's chest.

"From this moment on..."

Mr. Rosé's eyes are further narrowed, accompanied by a smile to take the word away from me.

"You're mine."

No... I even let him forget to breathe.

……

Earlier, I was like a dog. Where did I go? Soon I will be left with nothing to say.

Rosé goes on to me, who can't talk about anything just by putting her lips on the line.

Holding my hand even harder, pulling my hips harder again...

"I love you, Iris"

… and.

"- Huh!?

My body in Mr. Rosé's arms trembled viciously at will.

Mr. Rosé is still staring at me. I remember that illusion where red eyes intersect with my purple eyes... and blend into one.

Rosé's face approaches, my forehead, my eyes, cheeks, and lips... sweet exhalation gently strokes.

(Rose said... Rose said she likes me... Not that I love you... No, more than that, about me, right now, at the call of Iris...)

I saw that one day, like it happened in a dream.

Mr. Rosé was watching, like us in a dream.

(Uh, uh... I, uh... eh? Fun...... so? Are you kidding me? But Mr. Rose, it's a very serious eye, about me... Oh, take this, how do I answer...)

Dear Marie or Saluena. Carol or Toslin. And even as I send my gaze to Laplice for advice, my eyes... won't let me out of Mr. Rose's eyes.

There's nothing magical about it, so you should be able to deviate as much as you want to. But... I can't deviate.

"Yes..."

I'm an asshole. Hey...... I'm in too much shape.

Extension of happy conversation with Mr. Rosé before entering bed and falling asleep. Continued harmony in the bathroom.

I wish I could moisturize my heart just a little bit... I stuck to Rosé's arm five minutes ago with such a light feeling.

"Wow, me too...... Love, I..."

That's what this is... I never thought this would happen.

Mr. Rose told me, I told Mr. Rose... he spoke of love.

In front of my people, albeit in the aftermath.

Between women.

Thousands of people watching.

In front of the bishop.

And more importantly... in front of the goddess.

But strangely, I don't feel guilty about that word I said. Instead, I felt the word fit in the gap between my heart, terribly soaked.

Because that word about loving Mr. Rosé is not a lie.

I like Mr. Rose so much that I want to be special. I love it so much that I want to be the most.

Unless this means I love you, I lose sight of the meaning of the word love.

(I love you...)

But what would it be? It tickles me when I say that word against Mr. Rosé.

Is it because that's a heavier word than "I like" or "I love"? It's like the back of your mind is being looked at with your fingers.

But that's never offensive. Instead, strange emotions boil with something like comfort that I've always wanted to feel.

Disclosure of emotions within you that you don't know. It's too vague to define a name, and when it comes down to it, it falls from between your fingers... a gush of feelings like water.

It was when I realized the presence of such unnamed emotions at the bottom of my heart.

I'm used to hearing it, but until now, there was a song that I listened to as another HR.

"Wow..."

Come and play a song that the Sisters, who are usually singing hymns, are now made to bless the two loved ones.

For that song, the instrument is not used. More than a hundred Sisters' voices play their own melodies, creating one heavy song.

"Nice,......"

"Yes, very beautiful..."

Slowly flowing through the creek in a petal-like condition, the song of its blessing continues.

Me and Mr. Rosé were listening to the song, holding hands together.

Love comes to fruition, be a lover, and marry......

They lived happily ever after, until the song was so finished tying.