Chapter 216: Sacred Princess (4)

Because of that deeply deeply carved in head and body however comforting herself ends up feeling insufficient. Precisely because of that taking time comforting herself. Becoming sleep-deprived, making subordinates worry.

Repeating that kind of days no way able to advance.

A beast devouring pleasure hiding from people’s eyes sitting in a position of princess. The piled correctness continued accusing herself.

Shameless, face-dirty. The past herself abuses Altina with correctness.

And yet only keeping up was skilled, and only achieving the role sought from long ago was good. Therefore probably everyone treated as until now.

As Sacred Princess, as Calmate’s princess, as light that guides everyone.

Fight for you. At this kind of herself, shining everyone, that way...

(Ah. Different, different, different, please do not worry, not a human able to be thought that way, a shallow woman.)

Even though should have been released, even though no longer need to do that kind of shameless imitation, why ending up thinking insufficient.

Could not consult anyone.

To Saber who shouldered guilt of a degree the personality changes, to Knight desperately keeping herself up while betrayed by the brother, the body is aching and cannot be helped? What is that, shameless beyond, better die.

Tormented by a strong strong sense of inferiority never felt since born.

Compared to shining everyone why is she this dirty. Why cannot escape from the likes of pleasure. Despite everyone advancing while getting hurt.

(Ah, but. Doris, Arrow... still collapsed, ne.)

Doris Stan possessing only the lowest value light of all generations is still collapsed.

Therefore ended up relieved a little.

She also together with herself. Still those who have not advanced from that day.

Then maybe can also consult.

Because see. That girl is weak.

Certainly Doris can achieve things other Sacred cannot, and evaluating that is fact. That she was defeated is only because Alter also evaluated Doris.

But the flesh specs low to a degree un-Sacred-like is also fact.

She who was thoroughly crushed is still unable to move on the bed of the sickroom. Still achieved nothing.

(Yes, together with me.)

Those crawling on the ground from that day.

Would not hold a sense of inferiority at her. Thinking that kind of thing she headed to the sickroom.

’Doris... the condition of the injury. Doris!?’

But the scene that jumped into the vision made her own shallowness stand out.

She whose consciousness returned and not much time passed, despite the body not healed either was desperately trying to get up.

Not a time to be collapsed in this kind of place, must stand. Seeping resolve in the pupils Doris showed desperately putting on a smile.

’Princess... da, fine, immediately, immediately get up so... u, gu... e, ehehe... I will work hard so wait...’

(Ya. me. te. That kind of, that kind of, eyes, with.)

Please, please, do not try to stand.

Do not direct that kind of gaze as if looking up at a shining star.

(Different, different, different! Sorry, sorry, sorry!)

I was looking down on you until just now, ended up thinking if you cannot hold a sense of inferiority. A base woman, a hopeless prostitute. Never light able to be admired. Therefore please do not look.

Contrary to that kind of her feeling Arrow desperately tries to raise the body.

Trying to lift the body with arms not completely connected, naturally the arms break, the figure desperately putting on a smile while twisting the face at intense pain. Even if defeated heading to tomorrow, that posture... unlike herself who after defeated panted, devoured pleasure, and still cannot forget that, too different.

Bishiri, bishiri sounds.

The sound of the heart breaking, the illusion of ’light that guides everyone’ cracking like thin glass.

(No, no, no. Please do not look, do not look, do not look...!)

You who are trying to walk light more properly than the likes of herself, with eyes looking at that kind of dazzling thing, do not look this way.

About to go crazy, wanting to shout, but herself who piled that kind of behavior is not correct regulates.

(Ah. Why is everyone this beautiful... everyone, in a place my hand does not reach...)

Why is she this dirty.

Why was she able to convince shining.

Why, why, why.

’Fine. Do not cry, cute Doris.’

Even so. That she is worried about her was true.

But at the figure of the girl looking up this way the guilt and sense of guilt enlarge.

Enduring the impulse of wanting to throw everything and cry and shout, so as to be able to rest relieved, smiles.

’Fine even if you are not here. We will somehow. Therefore now slowly rest fine.’

Because you unlike this kind of me are shining.

No need to feel guilty at unable to stand, fine resting.

That was surely correct words.

Want to believe the feeling was also properly conveyed.

’...E?’

Then why is Doris this much astonished.

Directing that kind of despairing gaze this way.

Does not understand, does not understand, why does not understand, thinking precious, and yet why, why, why.

(Ah. I, what on earth, have been doing, would.)

Defeated, dirtied all over the body, even after released cannot forget that pleasure, cannot even properly understand the feeling of the other party thinking precious.

’Now slowly heal the body, fine?’

Therefore fled.

Dazzling, dazzling, the eyes seemed about to crush.

At her own shallowness, incompetence, patheticness, hopelessness. About to raise voice and cry.

Cannot show that kind of figure.

Precisely because of that desperately keeping herself up. Because other than that did not know what to do.

Even so if a year later other everyone also lost.

If someone humiliated the same and panting.

Would have thought ’not only herself’.

This is unavoidable, would have obtained a trigger to face forward.

But everyone properly fulfilled the duty as Sacred.

Saber together with the junior repelled Alter.

Knight together with Saber and them showed defeating Remora’s cadre. The brother who fell to darkness.

Arrow too though not participating in combat is assisting Saber and them from the shadows.

Ah. Everyone, everyone, very beautiful.

Defeating evil, overcoming difficulty together with friends. Sparkling, shining, there.

Ah. With sense of inferiority about to die.

(Only me! Only me! Only me! This kind of shameless woman, this kind of shallow woman...! I, only one!)

No no no, stop, do not show that kind of shine.

The pupils crush, about to drown in her own shallowness, please. Anyone fine, come beside.

Despite seeking help at the bottom of the heart, herself who cannot abandon the sought role becomes hateful.

Finally understood Meldiana’s feeling.

Unable to do anything, unable to achieve anything, therefore the sense of inferiority enlarging. No way of value in herself who made the little sister that kind of feeling with goodwill.

’...Not changed, you.’

He appeared was the time squatting alone in the private room from self-hatred.

A familiar man’s voice.

Waited long. No, no, no, the voice of evil that should be defeated.

’Alter... Native.’

Outside is noisy.

That is combat sound, ringing from the town.

Even so screams or such not heard. Probably the knights alone are dealing sufficiently. Not called herself is the proof of that.

But that kind of thing did not matter.

The man who kidnapped herself a year ago, the man who broke the body of the woman named Altina Sacred Calmate, is in front.

The body gets hot.

The cheeks got hot.

The lower abdomen is hot, the inside of the underwear starts getting wet expecting something.

’...That holy sword is decoration? Not calling help, not fighting, a prostitute wetting the crotch. Truly cannot save, you.’

’Different. I am...!’

...What is I.

Not that kind of woman? Shout defeating you here?