Sanzen no Souru Supina

"It is said that our dragon race was once produced by the [Consensus of the World]." Do you know why that is? "

He was walking in a very soft meadow that only had a tall ankle.

The feeling of walking on the back of a short furry cat tickles the fluffy soles of your feet.

In the sky, clouds like white bread are floating in a pleasant way, and between them, you can hear the songs of the hibachi.

It's a pleasant place.

Snow honestly thought so.

But where are we?

A place I've never seen before.

Where I've never been before.

“This is my garden. It is part of an ideal paradise that I have dedicated my life to── cutting from the world's──“ gardens ”.”

Snow was dressed in a short, simple, but very fine piece.

There is no underwear, and the line of the body can be seen through the skirt due to the addition or subtraction of light.

Not wearing underwear is like going back to childhood.

It was terrifyingly defenseless, but I felt like I deserved this place.

An open mood that is unique when you're doing something you shouldn't be doing.

“Who are you?

Snow asked the beauty of going ahead.

Dressed in exotic tailoring and a crimson coat, he wore a splendid crown over his head.

A lot of medals were worn as if they were ornaments, and they suited each other very well.

A magnificent body can follow many sparkling jewelry, but there is no place to be ashamed.

I wonder if you're the king?

I kept my words as I felt them.

In response to Snow's words, which were too direct, the man turned around for a moment, smiling bitterly.

A sharp, grim-looking face with a dazed, somewhat familiar expression.

"Oh, my God, you don't know me."

I muttered to myself.

As you can hear, Snow knows that he did it on purpose.

"Because..."

"You really don't know who I am by the time I get here?"

"I don't care if you say that."

In response to Snow, who could not get worse, Mika thought for a few seconds as she struck her chin with her fist in trouble.

Then I said:

"Well, look, it's more interesting than that."

Yup, yup, I smashed a protesting voice into Snow's back, nodding in solitude.

I hope you've taught me that much.

I can show you how much I can guess.

"Keichi"

"I'm a hawk." Especially for those who have no respect for me. Spare no effort to give even two gifts to the world ".

In the end, Snow decided to call this man "the king."

What is the king doing here?

Snow heard as she glanced around.

There are a number of hills in the meadow that may have lasted a long time. At the top of the hillside, there is a large tree that waves in the wind, casting a pleasant shadow.

The sunshine is mild, but the light is strong, and the tree can only be seen in the silhouette with its backlit light.

The moonlight shines like a star.

It seemed that Snow and the King were walking towards one of them.

"What are you doing, did you hear me? It's a tough thing to say."

"Maybe... you didn't do anything?"

"I'm going to strain myself with a stubble. I'm going to strain myself."

The king replied grumpily to Snow's question.

However, this attitude is not like the self-proclaimed eagle, and I don't think he is very serious and angry.

Perhaps Snow is only thinking about wild cats, so he only feels about the cute little kitten's mischief when he throws rude words.

Snow felt from the king the size of such a vessel── or his indifference to his own evaluation.

"Well, I didn't do anything... I guess that's wrong in the sense that I can't do it."

Can't?

"I am a prisoner."

Snow thought it was a strange king.

You're walking freely in the meadow with me now, but why is the king trapped?

Snow turned around next to the king and tried to observe his ankles and wrists.

Even though I was trapped, I suspected that my handkerchief was embedded in it.

I didn't.

No such thing.

Not anywhere.

However... the king's chest was bound with a white chain, just like a huge, pure white pile made of bone.

Snow unexpectedly took a breath.

I put my hand around my mouth and swallowed the screams.

The king sighed as if he had noticed.

"This is proof that the king is trapped...?"

"Finally found, no, you found it." You're a helpless mischief girl. I'm so, so, so, so. "

"Horrible. Who did this?"

Feeling like a picnic amidst pleasant meadows and breezy winds, Snow spoke up to protest.

There are good and bad things to do when it comes to being a prisoner.

What mistake did the king make in the first place?

Snow already knew the taste of hand and ankle shackles, and this wasn't any other human resources.

That's why I get really angry.

The king smiles bitterly at Snow's appearance.

"It's a terrible thing indeed." However, this is what I wanted in a sense, and it is no exaggeration to say that this chain is what keeps me alive. It's an ironic story. "

"What did the king want?" Are you keeping the king alive? These stakes and chains? "

"Yes, like a cord that connects a baby to its mother." Even if you apply it as it is, you can see that I am trapped in this womb forever. "

Sarcastically twist the edges of your mouth and pick up the chains with carefully polished long claws.

A mouthful as light as a cloud.

That lightness hurt Snow.

Is this where you laugh?

I smile at you with an example.

But it was impossible to laugh at the king's appearance.

The king roared at Snow, who seemed reluctant.

Her lips, distorted by the presence of grass, opened, and her jagged teeth peered.

"Your kindness is a virtue, but you don't have much pity for others based on your own values." Sometimes it's more cruel than indifference. "

Words from the jaw gate reminiscent of carnivorous beasts were surprisingly gentle.

Snow took another breath in the opposite direction.

Indeed, the king was right.

Now Snow pitied the king by his own worth.

Don't even know what happened to him.

Compassion and disdain are the back of the coin.

Snow knew exactly what the king was saying.

I had experience.

And that's just about right.

Even though I was being corrupted by a magic grimoire, I could still keep my sanity because Ashlee wanted such a snow from the bottom of my heart instead of pitying me.

Not only the mind, but also the strength.

Not as a tool, but the very existence of Snow.

It was because he took it as far as the darkness that nested in him.

Snow had been made to understand that he would call that kind of action love.

"I'm sorry... please..."

"I don't care. As I said earlier, this is what I wanted. I don't care."

The king laughed as he turned the dark red coat of Date (Dante), whose medals were scattered as accessories.

I peek at that jagged tooth again.

Snow thought he was talking to the gentle lion.

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