97. The Saint’s Sleep Talk
97.
‘Why…… The leader… Can you stay sane in that state?’
– Sararak
It was around the time when a piece of leaf fell to the ground that Death Knight woke up from meditation. The wind caressing the ground, a movement closer to stillness, but it was enough to awaken Zerpied’s meditation. Rather, he might have been waiting for even such a subtle stimulus.
As soon as he opened his eyes and violently raised his mind to the surface of his consciousness, he frowned as if tearing his forehead. Meditation is always a problem. It is interesting to be immersed in the depths of the mind.
Unlike the surface, it makes you look back on yourself by finding parts that you have not properly recognized in the depth. Being able to objectify yourself somehow is quite refreshing. Although it is possible only when there is a little leeway like this due to its characteristics.
But.
If you sink too deeply, you will rather fall into it and struggle.
‘Captain, please. Please. Like that…… Do it.’
The Death Knight almost reflexively turned her gaze toward the direction where the saintess was. If others saw it, it was like someone forcibly turned their head back. Like turning your head away from something you don’t want to see. …… Perhaps it actually did. As for the Death Knight, she didn’t want to think about that part. She and she had no time to think.
Death Knight was puzzled by the fact that there was no saint in the place she was looking at. She simply wouldn’t have felt this much embarrassment if she hadn’t been a saint. She has a part of herself hanging over her, and it’s easy to know where she is. And she apparently had some of her own in this vicinity. That meant that her saintess was somewhere near here.
…… And the Death Knight, who had turned her head to the point where it was almost random, was even more perplexed.
Because her saint was in her own arms. She wasn’t just simply in her arms. She was completely wrapped around her waist.
‘…… !’
He couldn’t understand why Celia was hugging him when he was sleeping next to her. He wanted to take her hand away for a moment. His hand didn’t fall off. He couldn’t do that To subtract from this angle, inevitably he had to lift his hand slightly and withdraw.
Then he had to unconditionally touch the lower breasts of her saintess. And Esilia is now wearing traditional elven attire, revealing the lower part of her breasts to some extent.
In the end, all Death Knight could do was stay still.
Of course, maintaining the situation is not synonymous with making the situation positive. The Death Knight soon discovered that her own choices weren’t pretty.
As I mentioned earlier, Esilia is wearing the traditional clothes of the elves of Lauren Jungle. Also, the Death Knight completely wrapped Esilia’s waist with her arms.
In other words, the waist of the saintess of innocence is clearly exposed, without a single thread on it.
In this situation, which was no different than groping the saintess’s waist itself, the sensation he once perceived penetrated his consciousness even more sharply.
-Sereuk
It was soft. Like crazy too. Touching his fully exposed forearm, the saintess’ soft, soft skin seemed to have something indescribable power.
-Flinching…….
…… That power seemed to have the ability to make the power go into one of the Death Knight’s body. Zer Pied kept standing upright, and contrary to his thoughts, he felt a body telling him that he still had powers, and he had to feel something explode. However, he couldn’t take her forearm off the saintess’ waist…….
Death Knight seemed to lose his mind at that fact. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow.
“Steal… ….”
Zer Pied opened his eyes at the sound of small breathing coming from under his face. Fortunately, it didn’t happen that he went crazy. Ecilia had woken up from her slumber.
“Esilia, are you awake?”
The Death Knight, who was shouting the name of the saint with joy inside, soon sensed something strange.
“Humnya…… ?”
It was hard to find the eyes of a saintess who were usually full of firearms. She was looking at the death knight’s bloody eyes looking at her with her blank eyes.
“…… Ecilia?”
Death knights might think it strange, but it wasn’t that strange that the saintess of innocence stood there with a blank look on her face. She was confined until late last night by the Death Knight, and she couldn’t sleep for a long time, and she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
She only slept for a couple of hours at most. It was early morning, when the sun had just begun to rise. No matter how much she was a saint who slept little even when she lived in the cathedral, if she slept that little, anyone would be tired and dazed.
Thus, in a way, it was only natural for the saintess to act like this without coming to her senses.
“Umm…… ?”
The saintess suddenly stood up. The Death Knight couldn’t stop her arguing from happening in her mind, whether she should call her joy or she let out a roar like a scream. She apparently avoided touching her own forearm to the lower part of her saintly breast.
But… But… ….
The saintess was rubbing the nape of his neck right now. The Death Knight felt that her body was completely frozen, even though she was now in the middle of a huge jungle. The saintess of innocence held one of her small hands on the chest of her death knight and pulled her body up once more. Thanks to that, the long platinum-colored hair of her saintess tickled Zer Pied’s pectoralis major muscle.
However, Zer Pied had a hard time reacting to her saintess’s hair, which would normally have frightened her. Half of his mind was already obsessed with the hand of the saint holding his pectoralis major muscle.
“Eshil… Lia… ?”
Death Knight had to feel the burden of saying her name sparsely. And it was like the last defiance he could do or the expression of a question. The next moment, while running the back of her hand over the Death Knight’s neck, Celia lowered that hand down and touched Zer Peed’s pectoralis major muscle with both hands.
‘Eh… line…… ?”
And as it were, she buried her face in the nape of Jerpy Ed’s neck.
“Umm…… !”
As if very satisfied, the saintess rubbed her face against the nape of her neck, with a slight smile and even a sigh on her lips. Death Knight is an absurd expression, though. It tasted like ‘to die for’. For the saintess to bury her face in the nape of the Death Knight’s neck was like prostrated with her whole body.
-Molkan!
So that means it was reaching. The breasts of a saintess. Completely. Located between his abdominal and pectoral muscles. Zerfied had to bite his teeth hard. It was almost like an act of self-torture. I was biting so hard that my molars would burst out. The saintess of innocence, who had buried her face in the nape of her neck for a while and rubbed her head, raised her head again and met her eyes with the Death Knight with a blank expression.
“Eshil, Esilia…… ? Wake up, you’re up… ?”
Zer Pied whispered, wishing he’d said yes. There was something dangerous in the Death Knight’s eyes right now.
In addition to the traditional elven attire, a particularly large part of the saintess’ body was in a posture looking directly into Zerfied’s gaze.
That large body part swayed slightly from side to side. She seemed to be talking as if she would jump out and get lost in the situation, bewildered, and hold herself against his hands, wondering if it would be very stable.
Zerpied desperately hoped that Esilia would tell him that it happened quickly, before he thought that the story of the saint’s two large body parts was reasonable.
But she wasn’t a saint.
“Hey-!”
The saintess smiled broadly, just like her blank expression, and pulled her body up even further. Now she has no idea what the hell she’s trying to do, so Jer Peyed has a similarly dazed look to her saintess. Fortunately, Death Knight’s dazed expression didn’t last very long. No, should I say I’m lucky? If the den we entered to avoid wolves was the tiger’s den, should we call it fortunate?
“Whoa – . “
‘…… !!!’
The saintess of innocence softly whispered the wind in his ear. Faced with a sudden and unbelievable situation, the Death Knight could not fully come to his senses. He stared blankly at the saintess’s red and blue eyes, as if frozen. While he blinked her eyes once.
“Hee hee.”
The saintess slipped out of the arms of the Death Knight with a giggling smile on her blank expression. She lightly slipped away and the saintess lying down next to the Death Knight rolled over her body and let out a steady breathing sound.
“Koo oh… coo….”
“Ha… ….”
The fact that all of this was just drool talk, the Death Knight watched the saintess sleep peacefully for a long time, and had no choice but to breathe in her short breath.
–
“Who am… !”
The saintess raised her sulky body and stretched her body. Her body was clear as strange as she was. She felt like she had finished one of the things she hadn’t been able to do. As she continued her stretch, Celia noticed that she was lying next to him, not in the arms of the Death Knight.
‘…… ?’
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She must have fallen asleep in the arms of the knight… ? She only tilted her head, not knowing what the hell this was all about, but Ecelia was able to realize one thing.
‘It was just a dream!’
That’s right. It was a dream. Perhaps, she was so tired that she thought that she had to thank the knight even in her dreams, and it was clear that she had suffered a disaster rather than that. When she thought that she had never experienced such an embarrassing appearance, a smile naturally formed on her lips as a saintess.
“…… Good night?”
At the low voice that came from beside her, Ecilia turned her head away. There, Zer Peed leaned her body completely against the back of the tree, frowning with sharp eyes. The saintess had to tilt her head as she looked exhausted.
“A knight? Are you okay?”
“…… It’s okay.”
‘You don’t look all right at all?’ But the saintess couldn’t say that. Beside her, Ferien and Freigate woke up with a roar of exhaustion. The saintess tilted her head again.
“Why are you two like that?”
At that question, Freygit waved her hand and said.
“Ah, don’t talk. Last night in my dream, someone kept making sobbing noises, so I couldn’t sleep well….”
“… Freight you too? I also heard a sound like sobbing in my dream yesterday….”
The two betrothed elves looked back at each other and began to talk about the bizarre incident, probably surprised that they had similar experiences. However, it was not clear what they were talking about specifically.
She’s a saint, she realizes she wasn’t dreaming, and her face blushes because she’s distracted.
Also, she had no time to think deeply about the events of the morning.
It was that afternoon that the traces of the fierce battle appeared in front of them.