The Amber Sword

I stood at the top of a magnificent and sacred church, silent at night, with no one but me.

The stars were bright and the lights lit up, perhaps.

This is a scenario that I have guessed based on four years of experience. My eyes have long lost their glow and I cannot see. It is my willingness, the colors of the world, that I have given up without complaining. That year, I traded a pair of glassy, bright golden eyes in the sun for four short years of flat life, and that price, it didn't matter if it was worthless, just because I wanted to.

Isn't that a cool name, Sister Blind?

Also, some truths can only be seen after abandoning the gorgeous colors…

Over the course of four years, I was accustomed to a shallow smile, to a slight shame, to the blessing of every inhabitant of this place, to devotion and innocence.

Children's voices are childish, the old man speaks mildly, and occasionally there are cool men and gentle, water-like women.

But I knew from the beginning that these days wouldn't be long.

So I was obsessed, but I didn't.

So when she showed up, I had no regrets, except that I had always smiled lightly and looked at her and said what I knew and thought.

But I was wrong, and the prophet perceived me, even if he saw through the controversy, he did not expect that one day he would change because of one person, and he did not tangle with her, but he was unclear.

Shadow Corkova, an arrogant half-Pokémon aristocratic lady, no, perhaps called a teenage girl, with a smile on her face, but that has nothing to do with her.

But it bothers me a little.

When she arrived, I always wanted to do some pretty bad things in her spare time to make her disapprove of me, despite all the people watching, and in retrospect, I couldn't help but be stunned that I would do it in such a childish way, like now, in this city of God, doing these blasphemous acts: standing at the top of the church, and, moreover, being a nun.

Actually, I'd rather see her smile, or confess what I've done, than make her arrogant. That's an unrememorable fault.

But I also understand that this is not an easy thing, at least not as simple as picking up the name of that evil. She, she doesn't know my past...

“Sister Lenny.” Girl's crisp tone, clean and clear, I like how she calls me.

The night had no effect on the elf's vision, so the shadow could see me, and I had long expected that, even if my eyes were not there, they would surely salute me with their skirt horns.

It's nothing new, but it doesn't stop me from being happy.

Because she's here again.

I think I'm sick, but it's just a guess that there's hardly any better understanding of my existence in this world than clergy, and maybe God is one. The devil is another one.

“Sister Lenny!” Again, I guess she must have frowned because I was blind. “Have a seat with me, my lord. ”

I don't want to say no, but it's like, "Come on, what's wrong this time? If you don't, I'm gone. ”

"Sit with me for a moment, Sister Lai Ni Siu ~ ~" crisp tone sounded again with a carefree tone. ”

I still sat down. Whatever the process, whatever the way, the end or the end she wants.

“Strange, she's not as casual as she usually is. What really happened?” I'm ready to listen with a hint of doubt.

“Hey, hey, hey.” With a giggle she sat down against me. “Can't I come to see you, Lord Rainey?"

That's how she got her will, all alone and stubborn.

Just as she fell in love with the eldest son of Marshal Lyman Frank Baum -- Saint Dragon Frank Baum.

Letting relatives and friends persuade their mothers and fathers, they will not repent until they hit the bloodshed.

She was so determined at the time that my eyes, which had yet to abandon, watched her jump off the walls of Goran-Elson.

Watching that ambitious man socialize with the Emperor, at that extravagant wedding, she stabbed herself to death.

She was also seen whispering strange songs in her mouth and curling in her cell.

“Dead a man, a man without a chance, lazy enough to bury him in his grave. Head rolled under the bed, limbs scattered in the room... ”

At that time, my name wasn't Rainey, I wasn't a nun, and I wasn't a good person.

Until I did something I regretted so much that I couldn't make it up to.

I killed a man by mistake.

The maid who was running around to get her back in the mood, the werewolf girl named Antillo Lloyd.