Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

The good thing is that you won't be rejected, so you can enjoy your soft lips.

When I changed the angle and touched it many times, I felt bitter, and my chest was slapped with a very weak force.

Without hesitation, she leaves her face, exhaling her stuffy breath and repeating the deep breath.

Lady Rosemary, who regulated her breathing, looked at me protesting.But with a bright red face, I'm not afraid to be stared at with tears.

I had a selfish impression that Ninglang seemed to be inviting me.

Are you okay?

I rubbed the back of Rosemary-sama, who seemed to be suffering.

Even though it was because of me, I think it was a very shameless statement.And yet she nods tinyly, without reproach.

It's really adorable.

You should be angry if it's your fault.

Lady Rosemary, who looked troubled, was temporarily praying to pick a word.

Large eyes blink repeatedly.

Leon-sama... I wish I could.

Yes.

Asked with a smile, he looked frightened.

My hair was flowing through my shoulder and I was peeking at the white item as I dropped down to escape my gaze.A small hand was clenched in my chest.

"I'd be glad if you could do a little less..."

He murmured with a thin voice that was about to vanish.

The moment I saw the item exposed in front of me was dyed red, I felt dizzy.

The next thing I did, I couldn't help but defend myself from any angle.

The outrage of the past when reason lost to instinct.It's a wicked thing to be beaten up in a cell like this.

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I kissed the colored section so that I could be sucked in.

Mi giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Rosemary-sama's body jumped wide and screamed like a cat stomping on her tail.

"Leo, leo, leo......"

He looked back at me with tears as he hid the term in his hand.

Badly, at the same time that it faded, there was a gong and a flashy sound.

Rosemary shook her body again at the sound she heard from the corridor side, that is, outside the door.

"What...?"

I was distracted by the loud noise, and my stupidity seemed to have faded.I let go of Rosemary as she muttered.

I don't know what to do if I get stuck any more.

What's that sound?

"... it must be the sound of protest."

I turned away from Rosemary, who was leaning my neck, and let out a dry laugh.

I can't think of a verse, and she says, "This is it?"He looked strange.

It's very cute, so I want you to keep it that way.

"I'm sorry I sat there for so long." It's about time I apologize. "

"Ah, yes..."

Seeing her face clouded with loneliness, she wanted to lower her waist again.

But it's not a good idea to leave your men waiting in the hallway like this.Time will calm down, but it will get worse.

Put your hands on Rosemary's hand and say "come again" in your ears.

She broke the temptation to look at her embarrassed face and left the room.

The first thing I saw when I left the room was a Guardian Knight who was distancing himself with a faded face.

Beyond his gaze. As I pressed my fist against the wall, I looked at Klaus, the man who was hanging from the wall, and I let out a sigh.

Instead of the usual refreshing mask of a good young man peeling off, it is shattered into pieces.

"... Klaus"

When I called out, my face turned towards me in a prone posture.

Naturally, eyes with a new green color had darkened, and tears that flowed unstoppably were wetting her cheeks.

You don't have a human heart, do you?

I felt a headache in my cursed low voice.

The conversation shouldn't reach outside the door, but I may have heard a loud voice.

For example, the little screams of Rosemary due to my outrage.

If you were alone in the room, and you could hear the lovely screams, you'd want to see what was going on inside.I was wondering if I was working on Master Rosemary.

... it's not a misunderstanding, it's a fact.

I apologized not only to Master Rosemary, but also to my men.

Particularly, it was a lack of consideration for Klaus, who admired his master.

"I'm sorry."

That's why, without excuses, I just apologize uneasily.

"Nh...!"

Klaus grabbed me by the chest as I gathered up.

"Hey, wait! Klaus!"

Dennis, a Kingsguard knight who was in sync with Klaus, rushed to stop him, but I gazed at him.

"Klaus"

There is no answer even if I call it out from the front.Only the hateful gaze eloquently conveyed its emotions to me.

I'm going to take all the complaints and grievances.But the place is too bad here.

First, I'll move the location.

Not only does it become an ugly story, but it also makes you worry about your loved ones on the other side of the door.

It seems that the intention was conveyed without words.Klaus gnashed his teeth and after a few seconds of silence, he let go.

I'll be in my office, okay?

Ask after correcting the disturbed collar.

Klaus nods without looking at her, wiping her tears with her cuff.

"Dennis, I'm sorry, but may I take care of your highness?"

Got it.

Looking worriedly at Klaus, Denise narrowed her expression when she noticed my gaze.

"Leave it to me. I won't let an ant pass."

I nodded to Dennis, who had said it with a ruthless face.

"Please."

On his way to the office, and since arriving, Klaus didn't say a word.

As she prompts her to sit on the couch, she sits down straight down.I don't know what kind of mood changes have occurred along the way, but the momentum from before has been cut off.

From Klaus's expressionless eyes, his emotions slipped off, his tears were still flowing.

He hesitated to call out to her as if she was sorting out her feelings.

I grabbed the jug and glasses that were on the desk, and then I went back with the wipes.

Pour water into a glass and place it in front of Klaus.

I offered him a hand wipe and he bowed down and took it.However, it does not wipe tears, and the forward bend stops the hand from moving in a loosely dropped position.

I sat down in the opposite seat and decided to wait.

"... I admired you."

After a long silence, Klaus muttered.

There's only one person in my head who doesn't have to say who I'm talking to.I waited for Klaus's next words without sandwiching them.

But it's not love.

Klaus, who was still lying down, seemed to be talking to himself rather than talking to me.

It's like telling yourself.