It can be said that the other party moved this concept before it reached his brain, and the elf appeared in front of him.

The fair-skinned and slender five fingers pressed directly on his chest, and the beautiful dream-like face slowly leaned over, and the other hand made a sprinkling motion on the seawall's shoulder.

The beautiful and dreamy face was almost pasted in front of Seatith, but the other party didn't seem to care, and the right hand pressed on Seatith's chest began to be carved. Although it was a piece of clothing, the itchy touch and the beauty of the hanging made the seawall's heartbeat skyrocket.

Maybe it was the so-called sperm worm on the brain, and the confused Seawall stretched out his arm to protect the other party.

But just as he was about to touch the bee's waist, the elf ended the engraving and pulled away.

Seawall looked at each other, and the ignorant ** gradually cooled down and became gloomy, as well as Seawall's face.

"What do you mean?" Seatith, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a nameless fire spread.

"Angry?" Completely unconcerned about Seatith's emotions, the elf smiled playfully for the first time, and affectionately tapped Seatith's nose with his finger.

"Don't worry, it's not a contract." It seemed to be the same as before, but there was no doubt that it was the elf, because no matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, the momentum that was bred on the throne could not be concealed.

A brass-colored medal was placed on Seawall's hand, although it was only the size of a thumb, it was extremely complicated, "This is the Order of St. Joseph, you will need it later." What I have engraved for you is Christo's engraving, which can lighten the burden of the workshop. As if cherishing something, the elf gently stroked Seatith's cheek.

And Seawall can already be said to be completely chaotic at this time, from the cold temperament at the beginning to the current behavior like the big sister next door, although he didn't feel malice from the other party, but this feeling that only he didn't know anything made Seawall entangled.

And the elf obviously knew Seatis's thoughts, and gently pressed his white index finger against Haitis's lips, "You will naturally know in the future, I didn't intend to trouble you, but let me be willful, just a moment." With that, he took Seawall in his arms.

The fragrance of flowers is very complex, and at this time, Seawall seems to experience this complex fragrance, the sweetness that can penetrate the bottom of the heart permeates the tip of Haitis's nose. What's even worse is the soft touch, although it is sixteen years old, but the woman's breasts are still the first intimate contact. Even if you have heard of it, but when you really touch it, you realize that this soft touch can really make people fall.

The upright ** can bury the entire face of Seatith, and before Seatius has come back to his senses, the elf has already let go of Seawall and returned to the identity of the queen again. Without saying anything more, Reincarnation stepped on top of the giant beast's head and left.

With the disappearance of the demonic beast, the black dimensional fault in the sky gradually closed.

The stagnant crow flew again, and the half-dropped droplets continued to drip down. The wind brings a long-lost sound.

Although it feels like it has been inexplicably engraved again, the elf seems to have very complicated feelings for himself, whether it is the form of a girl at the beginning, or the form of a princess later.

Although there are still many things I don't understand, this feeling of being in contact with the world again is really good, so that my depressed mood has been relieved a lot. And the most important thing is that Seawall can feel the last thing that the elf showed to him, and that sense of dependence makes his heart pound. Even if he has always been calm and calm, Seawall is indeed the type of person who will try to respond to others if they have expectations of him. It's a typical cold on the outside and hot on the inside, which seems to be very similar to the elf.

"Have you seen them?"

While Seatith was still pondering what he had just experienced, Rasher didn't know when he would return to the courtyard.

Although he left for a moment, the knight's sword that had been erased from the land was undoubtedly proof of what had happened here.

"Hell, the elves used space magic to come over, and the enchantment didn't react?" Rasher's face was gloomy, clearly unhappy with the castle's security measures.

Seatius didn't mean to say anything, so he put away the medal of St. Joseph, and then took out the knight's sword in the dirt and walked outside.

"What's next for you?"

"Go to El Salvador, isn't the organization that is holding the bar with your family there, just go to the door."

"That's nice, you went there for some purpose."

Ignoring Lasher, Seatith wrapped the knight's sword and said hello and left.

"Mentor? Is it back so soon? After seeing Seatith return to the hotel, Aya put away her training equipment and made a cup of tea for Seatius as she said.

"What?" Haitis, who hadn't reacted at first, heard Aya's greeting, and a thought flashed away, and his right hand grabbed Aya's wrist violently, "How long have I been away?"

"Wow, what are you doing, mentor, you hurt me." Seeing Aya rubbing her wrists back and forth, Seawall reacted to her gaffe.

"It's not long, it's just enough time for a round trip, have you been in the castle for a long time?"

In response to Aya's question, Seawall did not answer directly, but fell into deep thought, there is no doubt that he stayed in the castle for a while, at first he just thought that the time of the courtyard alone had been stopped, and the result was the entire Floating City of Dead Leaves? This is also a bit exaggerated, as this is the result of an accident that can lead to a stagnation in the supply of mana to the Floating City.

I can't imagine what kind of magic it is, and all Seawall can do is sigh at the miraculous magic.

"It's okay, I just thought of something." Seeing Aya looking at him with a worried gaze, Seawall smiled with relief as she reached for the cup of tea on the table.

Unexpectedly, it was not the cold cup that was touched, but the soft touch.

"Huh?" Feeling the caress of Seatith, Amy raised her head in confusion, and it was the delicate cup in her hand that she was holding.