Sanzen no Souru Supina

Thus, on the deck on which Trao and Illis had left, Serra was left alone.

Tears seeped, and it was regrettable again, and I couldn't go back to my room.

So, oh, and when she was coated from behind, Serra expected Trao to come.

You came back in a hurry, and I thought so.

I put up with wanting to look back soon, and waited three seconds.

Trao should be rushed.

Because you messed up my heart so much.

But it was a much longer man standing there when I looked back.

A bearded, characteristically wavy long hair on a deeply sculpted, stern face, and a delta hat (Baikorne) showing the captain's position.

It was Captain Menace.

"Yo, what do you want to do? It's dangerous to stand around like this, huh? Besides, girls shouldn't chill their bodies."

I smelled a strong cigarette from my coat.

Then the sweat and the sea breeze... the smell of a man.

Blurry, my tears spilled unexpectedly.

It wasn't a trao.

I couldn't wait to regret that, and yet I couldn't forgive myself for feeling relieved by the nature and warmth of the coat on my shoulder, and I cried.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Is that me? Did I cry?

Even Menace, who is kind of a werewolf in front of me, hated it and wanted to get me in trouble.

I can't help it.

Even though the adults have fulfilled it, Serra's heart still remains a girl.

Pious Ixists: Born between a couple of Greater priests, Serafina grew up with no freedom whatsoever.

I grew up loving and filled with love at all costs.

My parents were strict as a clergyman, but that would be because both my parents were backwards supporters of the Knights of Catel Hospital, or doctors who worked for the hospital.

Growing up looking at my father and mother, who would struggle to save people's lives from an early age, Selah did not doubt that I would also become a doctor.

I admired it.

Taking off his childhood, he offered to take the initiative to help his parents.

I could not be involved in actual therapeutic practices, but there was as much I could do to help transport medical materials, brief inquiries, organize materials, etc.

My parents were proud of my daughter like that, and I couldn't help but be glad that I was Serra.

The expression of the Spindle was a major factor in Serra's quest to become a Catel Hospital Knight.

Wouldn't you be dead,

So much so that it's a spectacular experience.

"The Spindle is trying to reconstruct your body as a conductor. The Spindle of Will as its manifestation will reach every inch of your flesh. It's the pain that creates that passage."

My parents were not "spindle capable people".

But the experience I have had over the years in catel hospitals where I was told I would fix the best medical technology in the western world is not Dada.

That the pain I now visit is the forerunner of change, and that this pain makes sense - for Serra, understanding has been a great help in getting through the trials.

"Father, Mother, I will be a knight."

To the daughter who said so, her parents could not deny it, even if they could preach its harshness, its harshness.

"Spindle Ability" is said to be one talent for every 10,000 people in Western countries.

That the expression was to our own daughters, both of whom were not "spindle capable".

It wasn't even two people who thought it was a sign, a sign, of St. Ikes.

However, even if you are a "spindle" capable person as well, why did Serra, who should have also been able to aspire to a good therapist, that is, a presence specialized in the alien powers of the healing system, aspire to be, and more importantly, a knight on the front line mission?

There was a reason for that.

A boy of the same age who lost his parents in a war disaster and was taken over by a monastery: Trao Galius.

The only thing inherited from him is his family name.

In such a harsh fate, it was not broken, not bent, and the encounter with him aiming for a knight in the direction of a hiccup was changing Serra.

A knight is a dream too far away as a goal pursued by a child who is a civilian and has no material or special upbringing whatsoever.

The boy, though, did not resent or envy anyone, but merely continued to study and train in silence.

Luckily, some of them were shady, but Serra knew how much exercise he had gained and watched over the big handicap by the time the Spindle saw the expression.

At first sight, I thought you were kind of an impenetrable child.

But whenever that sincere attitude - it was limited to my passion for knights, and I was a boy with a feeling that normally I was very reluctant, civilian everywhere.

However, Sella knew that the ill-bottomed emotions didn't seem to hold together, and that she was the owner of a simple, pure heart.

Western aristocrats, their prestigious second son and three sons were also the majority registered Knights of Catel Hospital, so sometimes there was a ball that I thought would be some court if it were also a banquet seat.

But for Serra, who grew up looking at her parents' backs as a doctor, Trao's undisclosed kindness, candor, was much more heartfelt than those glamorous preferences.

I thought I was already in love at this time.

The last year or so I found out I liked it.

Every night, when I think of him, it's painful and I can't breathe.

I didn't know how to cry, I killed my voice and cried.

And yet, Trao doesn't get it. Serra thinks.

But I don't know Serra.

That's the same for Trao.

I'm just desperately admonishing myself to say what I think.

As a knight, at least until I mention my name.

To a man who can connect with Serra, until he becomes himself.

Of course, even Serra doesn't know that.

Two people who are less than their lovers while they think strongly of each other and still can't speak of it.

Maybe that's why Selah acted.

The Greater is the only faction in Ixism that recognizes a wife belt outside the warrior class, but that means that "engagement" is the first prerequisite for male and female socialisation, and socialisation between men and women who are not is still to be blamed.

I grew up with devout parents, and I knew that for Selah, who was harshly rugged.

Yet jealousy surpassed all of that.

Let him worry - he should have taken it away with that feeling, but Serra really cried with relief supported by a thick, big man's chest plate.

He was in the captain's office, prompted to notice.

These and confectionery were removed from the cupboard, and rare chocolates, expensive sugar confectionery, and then a good aromatic tea were offered.

"Please, fix your mood with it."

Serra looked at them with her sobbing eyes, but Menace said, "There's nothing in there, is there? All I said was," I pinched one of those up my cheeks, and when I drank the tea, I finally started to get my hands on it.

Delicious! Surprised and unexpectedly blinded.

What? This is better than any confectioner on Catel Island.

When I turned my gaze silently, it caught my eye that Menace was staring harshly at the whereabouts of those sweets, each separated and placed in a worryingly beautiful, velode-coated crate.

What the hell are you worried about?

Even though he cares about Menace's gaze, Serra reaches out for one more thing, another.

I can't stop, and I can't stop!

The fillings being shot into the chocolate were sometimes anz's, or sour apple's, or nutty, citrus jams and pastes with oriental spices.

Whenever Menace does that, she smiles and groans as if she were being robbed of the jewels, but Selah was not the other way around.

Anger had been replaced by hunger, no hunger.

The hunger of the heart, to.

More or less for a girl, sweetness is a different stomach.

And it came to pass, when Selah's hand was against the fifth, that Menace said.

"Hey town, so, that's the last of it, Onegai Shimas!

"Maybe... sweetheart... what?

Menace replied with a resentful gaze to Serra's allegations.

"Now, what you cheeked on is my precious collection. Sweetness is my healing, my heart's friend, my lover."

That desperate sword curtain was so strange that Serra blew it out.

"If the price of a beauty's smile is still to give up..."

Sighing, he nevertheless did not forget to close the lid of the box, and Menace sank his hips deep into the seat.

The room had an interior pierced by some kind of dandism, although things had been placed clutteringly and suspended from the ceiling to prevent damage.

This is true for every ship, but only the captain's office has a small furnace.

A privilege.

The tea stood there had a distinct incense of fermentation.

"Strange scent"

"It belongs to a country far east. It's a luxury item. Wu Ron, the brand. This fits the chocolate perfectly"

"I want another one."

"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!... I can't help it."

Damn, and Menace offering to keep it in bad shape, she was adorable and Serra laughed.

"Really... this tea feels like chocolate flavor will be brought out. I know the taste that was hidden."

"Mariage, that's the one. Luca said," Marriage means a lot. "

"Wonder how far east tea fits southern chocolate"

"That's where it's funny. Same goes for humans, sometimes unexpected combinations create a hell of a synergy."

"So the humans on Mr. Menace's ship are of all races."

"Menace is fine, Serra. I don't like to be honored or given a name. Unlike your boy."

And Menace cut it out.

Because Serra slightly clouded her face with a light blur (yayu) against Trao named Boy.

"What happened? Even if I say spring is right there, the wind is cold enough to cut off my skin. If you fall into a sea like that, if you're unlucky, you're gonna die in a heart mahi, right? On the deck, humans go together, and the support rod (lower yard) on the underside of the sail hits. Heavy chunks of rope that smoke water are powerful enough to defeat large adults at their leisure. Don't let the lady stand there alone."

Lady, to that word Serra felt her tear glands loose again.

Oh, this human sees me as one, one woman at a time.

While I knew that was politeness, and the virginity of a man named Menace, it stained a thirsty woman who couldn't get Trao to treat her that way.

Menace said to Serra, who followed the history of being pompous, pompous, but began to talk while hiding.

"I see. Well, I mean, you liked your sister's husband, and you liked him, and he's the same now."

It's tough, that guy.

If I lay low on the stronghold, I would have talked about a hell of a twist, but only its essence accurately described Serra's current situation.

Did you tell him you liked him?

"Damn it, I can't do that. Things you shouldn't do."

Yeah, well, that's something you shouldn't do.

Agreed vaguely, Menace asked.

"By the way, do you mind if I put one on? No booze, no cigarettes, no touches."

And Menace explained that drinking on board is disciplined because it blunts judgment.

"Please, this is Menace's room. You're sweet, Menace, you care about me, don't you?

"It's only for beauty, I'm kind to you."

Saying so without any temptation, Menace packed a cigarette in her exquisite, big-time xelle just to get forgiveness, and began to sprinkle this.

"If the smoke seems to bother you, tell me, I'll turn it off right away"

"No. This... smells sweet... don't you hate it"

"Oh, I made leaves with cherry flavors because you're here. Kind of, isn't it?

Menace is gentle everywhere.

Sella was aware, of course, that the call had changed from you to you.

"Well, that was before."

I was also happy that Menace turned the water back on me.

Serra didn't have the mental to be able to gobble this kind of story, "Listen, isn't it terrible?"