The sacred right side of a certain comic

Roy used magic to clean his body, and the cardinal robe on his body had long been tattered, making him change into a very Celtic style battle costume, Roy himself did not know how long he had been with Skaha in the Land of Shadows, how long he had fought, and even he had forgotten the concept of time.

Roy sat next to Skaha with his butt, and the breeze that brought up Skaha rolled up Skahah's long hair that was smooth like a waterfall, and ruffled it between Roy's nasal passages, making him itch a little nasal wings.

The musk-like aroma surrounded him, so that Roy couldn't help but take two deep breaths, in this empty and lonely shadow country, only the smell of Skaha's body could make Roy have a feeling of being alive.

"Master..."

Roy looked sideways and could see Skahah's delicate and beautiful side face, high nose, dotted cherry lips, she had a pair of slender and heroic eyebrows, but the whole face was full of softness, because of her existence, this shadow country full of dark death made people have a trace of longing.

Hearing Roy's voice, Skaha also turned his head sideways to face him, there was temptation in the burgundy eyes, there was a provocative teasing, and there was also a thick teasing warm vein, Roy didn't know which Skaha was the real her, whether it was the ruthlessness of laughing maniacally during the battle, or the tenderness between this daily life.

But no matter which Skaha, she can change vividly, one moment she is gentle and affectionate with you, the next moment she may stab the magic gun into your body, she is like a floating cloud in the sky, so that you can't touch, can't reach, only leaving the anxious tickling in your heart, but don't know how to approach her.

"Your eyes are much clearer than when you first came here."

Skaha said softly.

"That's under the teachings of the master, I have learned to abstain from color!"

Roy said righteously.

A word made Skaha 'poof' laugh, the corners of her mouth hooked a breathtaking smile, slender jade pointed to Roy's forehead, like a doting brother's sister with a smile, counting down: "... When I first came to the shadow country, your eyes were full of longing for me, but your eyes were dodgy, and did not dare to look directly, which seemed very obscene. "

“...... But now that you have dared to express your inner desires with your head held high, this is not a shameful thing, on the contrary, such a frank person will not make people feel annoying, even if being looked at by you will make a shy girl angry, but it will not produce disgust. "

Roy was speechless and complained: "... Master, do you want to say that I have evolved from a sneaky lewd to a pervert who is just bright and bright? "

"You can understand it that way."

"How I can't feel anything changed in me."

"It's hard for people to notice a change, and now you've become more confident and more aggressive in your eyes."

Skaha closed his beautiful eyes slightly, and after thinking for a while, said: "... From this point of view, you are somewhat similar to Fergus and Maeve. "

"Master, don't think I haven't seen Irish mythology, whether it's Fergus or Maeve, it's completely hungry."

The corners of Roy's mouth skimmed, Maeve and Fergus, it can be said that their heads are full of the desires of men and women, Maeve can also be regarded as because the experience of her teenage years made her abandon herself, and she sold her body to get everything, then the Celtic warrior named Fergus is simply a humanoid self-propelled seeder.

"They like women and men too much, and although it makes me distressed to face such people, I don't hate the frankness, I just hate the despicable people who lack courage and dare not reveal their desires."

“...... Just like you who have just come to the country of shadows, you have no fighting spirit as a warrior, you do not have the glory of a strong man, the first thought when facing a desperate situation is to retreat instead of plucking up courage, even willpower can be described as broken, although the heart is full of ambition and desire, but dare not show it, just hold it in my heart, this is the type I hate the most. "

Skaha completely ignored Roy's face and scolded him angrily.

"Then why are you still teaching me something, if I'm the one who makes you so annoying."

"I am a person who can fully understand myself and know my talents, so I also have the ability to see through the qualities and temperaments of others, and at the first glance I know that you are just a pearl of dust, and under the rough-looking decaying wood is a beautiful jade, as long as it is carefully carved, it can be carved into the way I want."

Although Skaha seemed to be praising herself, Roy always felt that she was actually boasting, "... Master, you are boasting that you have the ability to train a 'wasted man' like me into a 'warrior'. "

This is a lonely queen who will never admit defeat and will definitely not serve anyone.

"That's right, now you are completely in my shape."

In front of this woman, Roy found that he was only teased, worthy of being a character in Celtic mythology, worthy of being an old woman who has lived for thousands of years, compared to those pure and shy girls, Skaha is much more difficult to deal with.

"But..."

Skaha suddenly reached out and put her arm around the back of Roy's head, pulled his body over with a slight force, hugged him, she closed her eyes and held Roy's head, her jade hand caressed his silver hair, and said softly: "... But now Roy has grown into a man that the master admires and likes. "

In this way, cultivating a young boy with potential and talent into the warrior he liked would make Skaha feel excited, happy, and feel a feeling that came from the deepest part of this decaying body, which made her breath change slightly.

However, it was not enough, it was not enough, he was still a little worse, he could not kill himself, nor could he save himself, but hope finally appeared, and the already desperate and dry heart surged with the breath of 'life' again, and his meaningless life actually had meaning again.

It is really impermanent that a woman cursed by the gods named Skaha would once again receive the favor of the gods in this empty and empty time.

Wait, and hope.

Thinking like this, she put her arm around Roy even harder.

Roy closed his eyes and let his face press against Skaha's softness, Skaha's strength almost suffocated him, but for Roy now, not breathing for a long time is not a big deal, he is just completely wrapped in the smell of Skaha, can no smell anything else, captured by her woman's charm.

When not fighting, Skaha always likes to wear that simple regular clothes, and her beautiful legs are not inch, and at this time Roy finally touched her.

Skaha just patted Roy's head, did not reprimand him for being naughty, the two hugged like this, slowly, there was no ambiguous atmosphere in the air, only Roy's nostalgia for Skaha remained.

It's like a soldier's tears in front of his instructor when he recovers, just like looking back on the sadness and nostalgia for his teachers and classmates when he graduated from high school.