Two as One Princesses

The girl also grew up a lot and was able to walk around.

In those days, the shackles have also been reduced to one of the right legs, but the thickness of the chain has doubled, and no matter how you scratch them, you are unlikely to escape.

Boneless metal disproportionate to a girl seems to be in the shape of a man's obsession with her and doesn't feel right.

If you don't want to let him get away so badly, there's gonna be another way, but I really don't get what the man thinks.

By this time, the girl also seemed to be able to give an easy answer, and every now and then she saw where she was exchanging words with a man.

Speaking of me, I still don't understand the language. What a high ability for a child to learn to be able to talk where there is nothing like this.

In addition, it has not been directly harmful until now, but it has not been so lately.

At a time when a girl is asleep and wonders if someone has come in, she keeps getting her blade thrown at her or burned with a magical flame, so to speak, like an assassination. Thanks to you, I can't study words, let's just say.

The magic of detection is constantly unfolding, and the junction functions properly, so there's nothing wrong with this little bit.

I thought it was an outrage because they realized that magic could be used, but since I used magic in front of that man, there was a temporal opening before the assassination started, I don't think my magic matters -.

Though I said it was no problem, sometimes when the attack was too intense, the junction was intolerable, stretched again and again, and the magic ran out.

Since then, I have also invested in saying how little magic I can do.

That being said, after the assassination was carried out, after a little free time, a man came and saw many times that he was finding a safe girl and smiling with joy.

I don't understand the language, so I just want it to sound odd, and my mouth distorted by open eyes and ecstasy is so scary that I want it to be another way to please me.

I'm curious here who tried to kill the girl, but I'm pretty sure it's this guy.

I was about to be assassinated, but I'm not going to try to move the girl, so at least I'm sure I'm involved in something. But it doesn't seem like you want a girl to die. Instead, to be survived, you look happy.

To think from there, isn't a man trying a girl?

Maybe that's all they think he's special, maybe he actually is, but he would have died if I wasn't here.

If so, are you making fun of me after calculating my existence? But I think the only reason I'm physically able to protect this kid is because I happen to be able to use magic, which lacks certainty. Doesn't it mean this kid isn't worth it if he can't seem to do something about it to this extent?

Or is there a completely different reason, I don't know, but I don't feel I can forgive a man no matter what.

Finish the song that was routine because the girl would be happy, and after she calmed down, feel the strange signs again and concentrate her consciousness.

The place is in a cabin across the slope. There is a magical reaction in that corner.

The reaction is so thin. Does it say anything on the ground?

This may be the guy you call the magic formation. What a myriad of reactions emerged from the magic formation the moment the thought was a bit of it.

One is two, two is four, and all of a sudden it shows up, and it's one big threat if it's small but they get together and move all at once.

It is naturally this hut that comes towards us. It's probably part of the assassination, but this time on a different scale.

They're approaching. They're pushing over with a chew and a tall squeal.

They were a bunch of rats, though I was guessing from the ringing, but I'm checking on the detection. Momentum as if it would push me even in the tsunami, when I came to this hut, I began to grab the stuff inside indiscriminately.

Stone beds, walls, floors, plaids, chains, shackles... girls.

I don't know how threatened the rats in this world are, but they're not enough to cut stones and iron. That said, it seems to be shredding, so if people are bitten, they will get hurt, and if there are more places, it will lead to death.

Girls, too, are wiped, but protected in the junction, so far there's no problem. Only my magic diminishes. [M]

Gradually, the rats began to tease each other.

Because the possessed girl is asleep, I don't see her with my eyes, but I know in detail because of her detective magic.

In addition, the smell of flesh drifts rather badly.

Many rat interrupters seem to be able to do one hell of a combined. Very, very bad for the spirit.

After a while, the rat suddenly disappears. Around here, too, I think magic has something to do with it, but I make a prediction that it's now, so make the best of it.

Better than expected, I'm glad the girl didn't wake up, though she's been mentally shredded.

While I was thinking about that, my consciousness went away.

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Another day, now a creature like a large beetle larvae was sent in.

Although I don't get wiggled like I did when I was a rat, if it's just one person, I still think the visuals that are swarming me are fainting things when I'm not good at them.

Also, they're constantly looking for places to dive in, diving downstairs.

If people are thrown in there, they're going to try to get into a place where they're going to be able to dive all over their bodies, not to mention their mouths, and if they're girls, it's not to mention them. It's really good to be able to use the outer roads, or the spicy ones, to really use the junction.

But one day something went wrong.

Several more raids by groups. It's going to be Tripophobia, and it's going to kill every bug.

This time, I can see a spider-like, palm-sized eight legs jumping.

When it comes to coming to the store and doing it, it's like rats, but that's about it, there's nothing more. Is it also poison, though there are some melting.

I'm in possession of a girl, so I can't see her, and she's coming from the inside. I thought I should endure the feeling of wax, but the light accidentally entered my eyes.

Pictured suddenly in open sight are hairy thin feet, bright red eyes, and poisonous bellies.

I can also hear the chirping and unpleasant noises.

Some eyes, look at this one, come closer. It's blocked by the junction, so there's no feeling of being touched, and although I know it's okay, I'm made to recognize the situation again, which back with Hiou rings.

This is it even in front of me. Hundreds and hundreds of spiders are definitely hanging over the girl.

Disgusting.

Kimochi sucks.

Kimothiwalui.

Happy or unhappy, the girl was sick too, she closed her eyes immediately, but she shivered with a clatter.

I tried singing a babysitter to see if it would distract me at all, but the situation where spiders were all over me singing a babysitter also gave me a headache.

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The girl looked like she was about 5 years old.

I made time every day to communicate with the girl singing the song, but lately she dances tight when she goes around.

I'm taking rhythm, and I guess I'm pretty talented to see where I'm changing the way I dance, in conjunction with the song I'm singing.

I'm happy and adorable that a young but neat looking girl, though a little bit like a pro fool, dances to her song.

The magician has also been successfully self-drilling.

This time I can put more effort into saving energy from magic, and now I can always use detective magic without losing my magic, and I can stay tense unless my connections are broken again and again.

Thanks to this, lately, the use of magic to lose consciousness has been considerably reduced.

On the other hand, I didn't feel like I could do anything about restorative magic.

Somehow, I'd like to suspect that you've polarized your magical talent into detection and junction. Thinking about what's been going on, there's nothing wrong with that.

However, no matter how hard you consolidate your protection, it is not good mental health to say that only the wounds you receive from a man should be prevented.

I can't help it because I still rely on mysterious liquids for nourishment, and although I have been treated to avoid scarring, I will no longer do so.

Mostly, it would be a hassle for a man to continue this way, too.

But maybe he had a chronic mind that otherwise he would be fine.

The incident occurred abruptly.

One day, as usual, the man who brought the mysterious liquid was again today putting another liquid in another container.

The usual dining landscape, the usual disgust. Pain also comes because of the link between the girl and her senses.

But on this day, a girl and a man talked a little longer before the meal started.

I was hoping somewhere in my mind that this ugly meal would be over, but without that, a man rips off a girl's clothes and brings a knife along her white, smooth belly.

I also thought I would get used to a wound as deep as I think I could see my gut, but I just couldn't help but whisk my eyebrows.

The man, who flushed the liquid into his abdomen and, as usual, healed the wound, accompanied the girl's feet with his hands in a delightful manner.

Usually, if you're surprised that you're supposed to let them wear clothes and go home, but even put some special medicine in them again, put the first viscous liquid I've brought on the girl's lower abdomen and her own finger.

I had a bad feeling, I tried to protect the girl, but because the man was touching her body, I walked around wondering if my presence would be found out.

The hesitation is only for a moment. But it was too much for a very excited man to take action.

At the same time as the foreign body feeling of something entering the lower abdomen, the pain strikes.

I'm about to raise my voice to the pain of being cut with a knife, another pain from what I've been through, like being gutted. Even if I want to use magic, my head turns white and I can't use it.

When the foreign object named the man's hand reached its depths without any resistance, he now began to rejoice and gather the red stream, a sign of pain, in a container like the test tube that he had missed.

Lovingly, the man staring at the flow of blood was insane and thought with a depressing head that this was the hell he had created.

Then the man dressed the girl leaves the barn in a hurry, as if in a hurry.

The girl who was left behind, with unemotional eyes, was dropping off the man's back, but I couldn't afford to be concerned about how she was doing.

I'm depressed, the color returns to my head, which was bright white, and now, at this point, I rapidly understand what happened.

At the same time, the fact that we couldn't protect the girl has increased the likelihood and its presence.

Now I wonder if the long conversation before the meal was also due to a guy telling a girl about this.

I mean, if I was trying to understand the language of this world at all, it could have been avoided.

In the first place, if I hadn't hesitated then, it goes without saying that it was an avoided matter.

I couldn't protect it, the fact is hard on me. [M]

The girl looks fine now, but she's still young. It is also suspicious that she understands what pain now means to her, who has been given pain from day to day.

Will she despair when she learns what this means in the future? I can't wait to see that.

At the same time I think so, some sober part of me blames me.

- I don't know what you're worried about, but don't you just want a girl to blame you

- You're just trying not to see the sweetness of your outlook.

- Why didn't you learn, why did you hesitate?

- You were good at it because you could use a little magic now.

- If she despairs in the future, it's all your fault.

I know that. I know, but there's nothing I can do.

I couldn't do anything, I didn't do anything, I didn't see reality.

Apologizing, her purity will not return, and because of this event, if she becomes afraid of the existence of a man, it will mean that she is afraid of half of humanity.

There, I don't know how much peace there is, I was a man.

Because I don't know, I had to protect you.

Thoughts go around in grandeur and blame me for every repetition.

"I'm sorry...... DO"

In a voice that only a girl can hear, apologize. Because even if I knew it didn't make sense, if I knew I was being selfish, if I didn't speak up, I would have been crushed.

I can't cry without my body. [M]

Just apologize.

I'm sorry, I said. I want you to forgive me, because I will always protect you next time.

I'm sure the girl doesn't understand what I'm saying in Japanese.

Still, I apologized over and over again. So much so that I don't even know who I'm apologizing to anymore.

Crying continued until I lost consciousness. [M]