Sanzen no Souru Supina

I smelled a dry petal.

It's like a dying, or dry-flowered rose.

Trao thinks it smells melancholic somewhere, like complaining about such glamour and the loss of the back of his chest.

I felt like silk.

The surface looks cold and is supple to the touch with soft heat stored inside.

Trao needed some time before he realized that was the woman's skin and that he was burying his face there.

"Wow."

Then she pulls herself away from the woman and wakes up.

Then the pure white chains roared, making a noise.

"Ugh... here, don't break out on your own, tiger... it's connected... don't hurt"

In a tone that's still half asleep, the woman said.

Trao looked familiar to a woman.

It's not something like that.

Clearly, there's no mistake and there's nothing I can do about it.

I was a witch.

He's an abominable foe - no, Trao's master.

Giseltregia Aubergne.

Indeed... in his dream of losing his existence, Trao took a vow of servitude against this woman.

"Dream... wasn't it a dream"

"Zane, it's not a dream. You must be awake. Don't pull any more than that. I told you, it's connected. If you suddenly get rambled... it hurts. You know what I mean, right? Ya... shi... ku"

"Wow, don't stop by!

"Nah, no more. Don't you remember how you sealed the big hole in your chest? What happened to you after that? [M] How did you toy with me?

"What... and..."

"In the meantime, why don't you let me put on some clothes? I'm still a prenup lady. Or were you a priest before that?"

Gisele said in a tone that was neither joking nor serious, and Trao ran his gaze unintentionally on its nakedness.

Sparkling beauty.

Demonic, I guess that indicates this kind of woman.

Only thin, reddish, luxurious blonde hair covers herself naked to the extent she claims.

A good snaggy breast peered through its interior.

But more importantly, what nailed Trao's gaze was the tip of his right arm, a pure white chain wrapped around his wrist, one wrapped around it, which he didn't think was a knight.

It made me feel restrained and made the woman look more fancy.

But Trao quickly figured out what he was drawn to in that chain.

The chain was directly connected to Gisele's flesh.

A white organ protruded like a bone washed by waves in the area that touched the tip lower part of Gisele's wrist.

And the chains were out of it.

Trao unexpectedly follows with his eyes where the chain goes.

Once they were lying (fu) on the bed, it spilled off to the floor… again on the bed.

I crawled inside the blanket and then, again, showed up and headed to the finish line.

That is to say, this also occurs in Trao's chest to an extremely strange organ.

"What, what is this?"

"Oh, I forgot my promise. I told you I'd help, didn't I?

"This... I haven't heard this story"

"Something I didn't. Or was there such a hippo?

There's no way you can control paranormal reason in the way you do it on the side of common sense.

Gisele said, pointing to the incredible chain that connects herself to the boy.

You have no idea how much I've done to you to make this state?

Giselle asked, smiling glossily.

It's like doubting your sanity, but a beautiful smile.

Along with the chills of relief, the senses, because they were insane, crawled up to compete for their spines.

Trao doesn't know that madness and beauty are sitting in a paper place on the scale of human values.

A boy who has never been in contact with a sensible charm is flirted with by Gisele.

Since the Knights of the Catel Hospital were a fighting group with a front line and, in addition, a sect that specifically recognized the clergy's wives belt among the Ixists, I thought they were somewhat more immune to the relationship between men and women than to the monks of other sects living under strict discipline......

"Here, where are you?"

"I wonder if you and my love's nest"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Among the woods near the capital of Trantrim. Should I have told you I borrowed your cabin in the woods?

"What... what?! Then, in the middle of the enemy land...... no, rather in the centre"

"Shouldn't I have?

"We can't, we can't talk about it! What are you gonna do!

The excited and furious body of Trao leaned about.

I feel dizzy and dark in front of me.

"Um, already. Because I can't. My knight."

And Gisele continued with a gentle hug to the chest of the trao that was about to crumble.

"Because you are not yet stable in existence. It's like an egg that hasn't even hardened into Hina's snail yet. Besides, if the supply of Dreams is cut off from me, the plug opens and disappears as soon as possible, right?

Gisele teaches, turning away from the tone that contained earlier provocations and derisions, as if with the expression of mercy at the time of the Virgin Mary, hands on Trao's hair.

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Witch."

"If you say so in your mouth, your body won't move, will it? Rather, he seeks me. You can't live the rest of your life without relying on me, can you?

"Don't let the bullshit out. You tried to kill me!

"It's a misunderstanding, my knight. Don't you keep your promises?"

"About... bundle?

"I have helped thee. And... aren't you trying to fulfill your wishes?"

"My... crookedness, is it?

Though he knew he had to break up the relationship, he couldn't escape the sweetness and heat of Gisele's breast milk, or Trao asked with his face buried.

"Serafina... you said you wanted that co back, didn't you? Sexually Evil Man - Emperor Esperalgo: From the Hands of Mercenario"

Serafina - the words drew the trao from Gisele's caress.

wake up.

I still felt dizzy but shook my head.

Consolidate the mane and stare at Gisele.

And to the flames that dwelt in Trao's eyes, Gisele grows increasingly expensive.

That's what it was about.

"But... what the hell are you doing! Isn't Omae one of those guys?!

"Who would have said that? I will let you use it. But the man is too ambitious. I know too much about the world. More importantly, the weapon in its hand swallows too much sword"

"Do you know too much about the world?

"It means it's dangerous. I know too much, that is. To lead this world to orderly rule and to a world ruled by righteousness… but we do not have enough" Hiragana "right now. So."

So you're using it knowingly as poison?

Giselle said in a tone when she spoke of every secret.

Trao's eyeballs hoist.

Apply a compelling force to the nagging arm and hang on to Gisele.

"Justice, you say?! Don't you think I'm going to do that? If Mercenario got in the way, then, to bump me, you must have helped me!

"Correct, I guess"

"Xamah!!

"But that's only half. I really want you to be my only knight."

Gisele said, sweetly accepting the grasping trao violence.

It's like looking away somewhere, not being here, in that tone.

"What do you mean... what do you mean?

"Do not leave me alone. I want you to stay with me forever and protect me."

I don't know what that means, Trao gets confused.

"That's fine now," Gisele laughed, returning her gaze to the present world (...).

Also as glossy as then.

"But to do anything, you first need to consolidate Kitin and yourself. We need to deepen our relationship to do that."

"Deepen the relationship," he said?

What do you mean, what do you do?

That gloomy darkness strikes again, and Trao is trapped in a flesh that smells like a dying rose.

And in his ear, Giselle says with a voice like a disgraced maiden.

"When it comes to men and women deepening their relationship, what else is there? If we find out where the words don't tell us, all we have to do is do it."

If you really want to fulfill your wish, there can be no choice.

Because this is a deal.

Isn't that right?

Listening to Gisele's words whispered in his ear, Trao agreed to respond to the deal, as if they were exonerating words.

I couldn't realise that I had thrown myself in the vessel of immense destiny.

I feel like I've been dreaming for a long time.

Travelling on Catel Island, Vibronze Imperial Capital: A Country Closed to Snow and Forests and with Secrets (Kuru) through Heliatium: It is the dream of a journey to Trantrim.

encounters with great sea snakes in stormy waters. Separation from my friends. And the Virgin Mary who was taken.

Norman thinks, as he had dreamed of experiencing the whole thing.

I was asleep on my daughter's lap, which smelled good when I woke up.

It has the same ethnic characteristics as Isma - but only the color of her skin was her daughter wearing an ethnic costume rich in grey brown.

"What is this place? What about me?"

"Isma, you're awake!

He did not answer Norman's inquiry, to which he confessed, and his daughter called Isma's name.

Yes, it's just that this girl should have named herself one of Isma's wives.

First name is Elmameim.

I told you to call me Elma... didn't you?

"Lord Elma... so glad. I don't know. What's Isma doing?"

The moment I tried to ask him that, two men came in as they exchanged words to the sheltered lair.

One in an unmistakable and bizarre outfit.

And the other guy was wearing a familiar look and traveling costume.

"Burton! You're safe!

"That's the line here...... sounds a lot like you've been unscrupulous"

Norman is straightforward, and Burton is somewhat cynical.

But the two who met again were happy to be safe with each other by tapping on their shoulders.

Sigh as if only Isma, who stood instead, was frightened.

"Have you woken up yet? Even the bear was a sleeping pill and a move for half a day."

I wonder if the medicine and abilities of this hand are hard to work with Park Min-jin after all.

Isma bent her mouth to the letter Heh, looked down at Norman, and blurred.

"Isn't that all the evidence that was strongly thought of about you, Ashley, Isma, and your people?

Isma responded to Elma, who told her to take it for granted.

"If only you'd been asleep. Oh, shut up. I had some hands to retreat from this" closed corridor ". It happened halfway."

Isma shook her head left and right in a state of cardiac distress. Porky, poking noise.

"What do you mean, if you'd slept with me, I wish you'd... and, why is Burton here?

It would have been impossible for Norman to devour Izma's attitude without getting the guidelines.

"In conclusion, yes. He wasn't there, Trao."

So the summary that popped out of Izma's mouth acted so shockingly with a rush.

"What do you mean!

Norman stuck to Isma when he jumped up.

"No, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I told you before Osama went crazy, didn't I?

Stuck by a half-naked man, Isma told him to calm down as he turned his neck.

"Wasn't there?! He wasn't there? Can you sleep and wait? What do you mean, Izma! Burton! Explain it! I don't know... it was too late... but it's gone. How much?"

It was Burton, not Isma, who uttered words to Norman, who was almost half frenzied and stuffed.

"Extinction, isn't it? If so, plus that man... if you believe in the line of Menace, you all have no hassle in remembering him that I am not a" spindler ""

"So what do you mean! Barton, I thought you were watching!

To the pursuit from Norman, however, Barton answered calmly without fright.

"You're right, indeed, Knight: Norman. So let me tell you, his, Trao's choice."