The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

It was a very gentle kiss, like a feather sweeping across the heart.

It was also a kiss offered by Miss Knight.

Even so, the saint, who is not easily satisfied, still sighed, and looked at the lady knight who continued to return to the sea of ​​documents with resentment.

"Alas..." The Holy Maiden shook her head.

"..." Swipe.

"Ah~~" The sighs became longer and longer.

"..." Swipe.

Seeing Bedwell who didn't pay any attention to herself, Lucini couldn't help but reflect on herself again.It was her fault, she was happy too early, but forgot Bedwell's character, she would never be the type to offer kisses.

The Holy Maiden unconsciously rubbed the back of her hand, where she had been given a soft kiss before—a very ordinary hand kiss, the kind that knights use to express their firm belief.

Bedwell didn't express her belief, but looked at her sincerely, and told her with a straight face in a coaxing tone: "My lord, you want a kiss."

"Now, please continue to process the file."

Luxi Ni naturally refused, pointing to her cheek and saying yes, I want to kiss here, and then pointing to her forehead and repeating the sentence and here, and even said with a smile on her lips, "If Bei Wei wants to try, lips It's okay too."

As a result, as a result, Miss Knight blushed slightly and ignored her!

Not only that, Bei Wei actually drove her off the table in front of her with an undeniable tone!She is a saint whose face is super important!

Lucini was very melancholy.

Cheek-to-face rituals are normal—although the saint who needs to maintain a mask has never had that kind of contact with others, it's not a problem.Although kissing the forehead might seem like coaxing children, Lucy Nicole is not at all disgusted.Also, there is a kiss, although the bard's poems did not say where the two lovers kissed, but Lucini felt that it was impossible to just kiss.

It was because she was afraid that pointing to the kiss at the beginning would embarrass Bedivere, that's why she started pointing here and there from the cheeks.

So, why is Bei Wei still annoyed?

The holy lady who was walking around in the room stopped sighing at some point.She stood there, secretly glanced at Bedwell, and felt that she was too cowardly, so she just watched Miss Knight process the documents openly.

Ignoring Lucini's gaze, the lady knight, who was already processing documents and was familiar with the fact that the saint prefers to act like a baby, thought she had comforted the saint, and began to concentrate on dealing with the matter that should be handled by the pope. something.

Feeling that she was perfunctorily neglected, the saint puffed up her cheeks.

Fortunately, there were no outsiders, and soon the Holy Maiden rolled her eyes and smiled again.

In the next second, Bedwell felt her shoulders sink.

Not only that, but she also felt a kind of soft touch, and the slight itchiness of brushing her hair.

Wrapping her hands around the other party's neck and hanging her whole body on the other party's body, Lucy Ni turned her head with a smile and said, "Today's Bei Wei is also soft!"

Because of the need to sit for a long time, the armor was taken off not long ago.At this time, Bedwell was wearing ordinary uniforms, and the delicate saint was saved from the situation of being pierced by the armor.

But Bedwell never thought that as a knight with rough skin and thick flesh, she would be "soft".

Perhaps because she belongs to the gods of thunder and fire, Bedwell's body temperature is much higher than that of ordinary people, holding her in her arms is like holding a big stove.

It is still at the end of summer, and due to the existence of the Three Days of Radiant Light, the summer on Iten seems to be extraordinarily long, and the weather has not yet started to cool down.Soon, fine beads of sweat emerged from the tip of the saintess's nose.

Soon, under the effect of the magic spell, the saint became dry again——if God knows what her agent has done with divine power, the God of Eternity and Radiance is about—well, that god Probably clap your hands and applaud.

Bedwell used to belong to Flynn, the country of thunder and fire. The summer in that country was extremely hot. There were even some living volcanoes in the mountains within the country, and there were endless fires burning underground!

As the god of thunder and flames—the patron of the twin gods, the god of thunder Freund and the god of fire, Bedwell, who has extremely high immunity to thunder and flames, doesn't have a single drop of sweat on her body.

Even though she was sweating constantly, the Holy Maiden didn't have the slightest intention to let go of the other party, and she had a rambunctious demeanor that I just hugged and didn't let go.

Sensing the slightly stiff body of the girl under her, the Holy Maiden leaned over more presumptuously, her cheeks touched the girl's cheeks, and rubbed lightly.It's warm and soft, like a cloud.

Bedwell stiffened even more.

"Holy, Holy Maiden, if you don't work, please, please don't bother..."

"Huh?" This time the voice was right next to my ear, and the slightly raised tail sound was like a small hook.

"...It's nothing." Miss Knight's ears turned red all of a sudden.

Lu Xini's mood improved: "Honey, let Lu be lazy and watch you handle the paperwork here."

"...Yes." Miss Knight, who didn't realize that she was becoming more indulgent towards the saint, also replied to Lucini stiffly.

"Oh dear, your ink is bleeding!"

"Oh, Bei Wei, your quill is broken!"

A day later, worried about his narcissistic only son, Duke Kophissos looked at the copy of the reply from the temple and pulled out several beards.

"That reply from the holy lady, does she agree with my son to go to the temple to study and change his fucking personality?"

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An immortal black flame burns across the land.

Above the purple sky, three black suns hung low.

In the abyss, in the most desolate mountain range.

There is a depression here, and there is a dead tree in the depression. From the branches of the dead tree, a handful of white fruits bend it—this is an impossible fruit.

Every once in a while, the fruit would fall to the ground, and with a sound of black fire, it would be crushed by the fruit.

When the fruit quickly turned into water and disappeared, new ginkgo fruit appeared on the branches of the dead tree, and the black fire ignited out of thin air with a bang.

Many strange monsters were struggling to climb, trying to reach the dead tree. Apart from fear, there was also extreme desire in the eyes of these beasts.

Desire urged them, and only purpose urged them, and they began to kill each other.Along the way, the monsters were stained with blood and flesh of various colors, but the black land and the flames on it made these colors unrecognizable.

This is a cruel "battlefield".

The strange thing is that there is no trace of any high-level demons, or any demons with high intelligence.All those who are struggling to get close are the lowest level, ordinary monsters with only low intelligence or instinct.

Standing out from the battle of monsters, the monster that was able to approach the fruit of the dead tree couldn't hide its excitement. It lowered its body to the ground, and approached the target cautiously step by step.For the last dozen or so steps, it took him tens of thousands of steps.

Finally, this guy, covered in the flesh and blood of other monsters, approached the range where the fruit of the dead tree fell.

On the dead branches without a single leaf, the white fruit swayed and flung down lightly.

"Wow-!"

The monster howled, and a white fire ignited where the ginkgo stained its body. It writhed in pain, but the white fire still ignited its scales slowly and firmly, and even burned into its body!

The stench of burning soon mixed with the stench of blood, making it difficult to distinguish any more.

Another round of fighting began.

After an unknown amount of time, the fighting among the monsters stopped.Kneeling down because of panic, unable to move because of the huge pressure, in the red eyes of the monsters, a creature that does not belong to this place is reflected.

With silvery spiral long horns, clear and beautiful lake blue eyes, white fur like the first snow, and a vigorous and slender body, it seems that this creature shrouded in a faint halo is the treasure of the phantom species—the unicorn.This one belongs to the list of sacred unicorns.

As if there was no beast around, it pulled off the ginkgo fruit from the dead tree, chewed and devoured it.

"Yurik, how does this fruit taste?"

The heroic spirit of Itenna, the sage of the empire, Cecilia, who appeared behind the sacred unicorn, gently stroked the mane of the sacred unicorn, and her pale and long fingers almost melted into the opponent's hair. As one, the holy unicorn quietly put its head under his hands.

The man with white hair and white clothes, and his riding partner who looks like a white horse, these two are incompatible with the situation here.They don't belong here - not in the mirror of the world - the abyss.

Chewing and eating the ginkgo fruits one by one, the unicorn asked the blind man with his eyes closed: "It tastes good, but it smells like demons. Do you want to try it?"

It—he with a male voice and high intelligence asked: "Are you going to take what's buried here, Cecil?"

The brass scepter jingled, and the great sage pierced the ground with the long staff, and a black fire was extinguished by him like a bubble: "It's almost time."

"Are you sure the other party will agree to let you do that?"

"It's okay to disagree, I will help her make the best choice. You know, Urik." The great sage said, "She can't always make a choice, and someone has to push her—— Especially this one. And I've waited so long for this day, I should have rested in peace."

While talking softly, the light ball emerging from the dead tree was caught by the great sage Cecilia.

He let go of his hand, and the ball of light floated in front of him.

The light cluster showed the appearance of the object inside, which was a large piece of wood that seemed to have been placed for a long time, and even rotted.The brass scepter shook lightly, and the rotten wood quickly fell off.

This is the scabbard of a sword. The milky white scabbard looks like a new one, but the patterns on it come from thousands of years ago, the ancient divine script that has almost been lost and no one can carry it.

His Excellency the Great Sage, who closed his eyes, stroked the lines of the scabbard in his hand, and said slowly but firmly, "I will help her—even if she will hate me."

In the dark bedroom, only a few strands of pitch-black hair leaked out from the gaps in the bedding. If someone observes, they will find that the strands of hair are slowly growing like a snake coming out of its hole.

The author has something to say: I don’t understand why the intern who has been working overtime lately has to stay with me so late instead of running away. T^T I went to the lake again today, thank God this is the last time!perhaps……

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Great Sage: Actually, I don't think she will hate me.

Pope: No, I hate you all my life, draw your sword.

Lucy Ni (for fear that the world will not be chaotic): Need help?

Bedwell: ... (Who am I going to help?)