I'm really not an old sword

No one can enlighten her, and no one is qualified to enlighten her.

“I just want to do one thing now.”

Xuanzang Sanzang gnashed his teeth and said, "Before I die, I will kill that bastard with my own hands."

"I will help you." said Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Xuanzang Sanzang turned his head and looked at her.

Being stared at, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and scratched his head, somewhat restrained but very sincere.

"We are friends."

Chapter 43: Sajo Aika's Visit

Looking at the innocent smile of Fujimaru Ritsuka, Xuanzang Sanzang felt that the pain that had accumulated in his heart over the past few days was swept away, and even the desire that was "torturing" her all the time seemed to have diminished a lot.

'Thank you' stuck on my lips.

Xuanzang Sanzang didn't say anything and laughed.

It was as if I had returned to the carefree older sister I was when we first met.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a moment, then he also started to laugh restrainedly.

"Thanks..."

In the end, Xuanzang Sanzang said it out and leaned over to hug the cute little guy in his arms.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them out of nowhere without any warning.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, silently, and what appeared in their sight was a gorgeous blue-green dress, with a small section of white and slender calves hanging down naturally, with the toes touching the ground.

"Have you seen him?"

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Xuanzang Sanzang instinctively stood up alertly.

Xuanzang Sanzang gripped the nine-ring staff tightly, stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

Can appear in front of her silently.

The only ones who could do this were Scathach, who had honed various martial arts to the pinnacle, and King Hassan, who was proficient in stealth. Even Lin Qingsu and Gawain couldn't do it, but the person in front of him did it.

Move your eyes upward.

Xuanzang Sanzang was stunned for a moment, and then his tense expression relaxed a little.

There was no other reason, it was just that the person in front of her was too beautiful. Her calves and skirt had already made her confirm her female identity, but she had never imagined that she would be such a beautiful and charming girl.

"No."

For a moment, Xuanzang Sanzang forgot that the girl in front of him was very likely stronger than her.

He subconsciously looked at the pattern she casually drew.

Above is a young oriental man with black hair and black eyes, and an exceptionally handsome appearance.

"Is that so?"

Xuanzang felt distressed when he saw the girl's faint sigh and lonely look.

"What about him?"

The girl waved again.

The image changed, and Xuanzang looked at it carefully, his expression changed drastically.

"Arthur?" It was Fujimaru Ritsuka who exclaimed in surprise.

This time, the person on the pattern suddenly became "Old Sword".

Hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, the girl's eyes lit up and she stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka intently: "Have you seen him?"

In an instant, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast that was ready to devour its prey.

It was ten thousand times more terrifying than facing Lin Qingsu's pursuit that day. I answered her subconsciously.

"Yes, there."

Ritsuka Fujimaru didn't know what she was thinking. Her mind was blank. She just subconsciously thought that this was probably the answer she wanted. She raised her hand and pointed at the small yet magnificent tower in the distance.

"Thank you."

When the suffocating aura around Fujimaru Ritsuka faded away, she came to her senses and found that the blonde girl had disappeared in front of her.

Ritsuka Fujimaru raised his hand subconsciously.

Can't lift it up.

Only then did Fujimaru Ritsuka realize that he had no strength left in his body and his face was covered with fine beads of sweat.

I don't know why I felt relieved.

It's like surviving a disaster.

"she is...?"

......

In the holy city, in the underground cell of the snow-white tower.

Dark and depressing.

In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere, brisk footsteps were heard outside the cell.

Da Vinci, who was curled up in the corner, raised his head.

The brisk footsteps, like the prelude to the devil's arrival, hit her chest like a sledgehammer, blocking her breath.

Looking at the cell door.

Even though the days had been repeated like this many times, Leonardo da Vinci once again experienced what it meant to "live each day like a year."

‘Squeak. ’

A peerless beauty with a bright smile, as if bathed in light and with devout faith, walked in.

Da Vinci held his legs a little tighter.

"Long time no see, dear Da Vinci."

Guinevere seemed oblivious to the fear and disgust in Da Vinci's eyes, waving at her as if they were friends meeting unexpectedly.

Leonardo da Vinci remained silent.

It has been a long time since we last met. If you think about it, it’s probably been about 24 hours.

At first, she was tied to a torture device and tortured with water drops.

Later, she was released and she could move freely in this relatively spacious cell. However, Leonardo later realized that it would be better to tie her up all the time. At least then she would not come to torture her every day.

"Da Vinci was very well behaved today."

Guinevere walked up to her and gently stroked her hair.

She patted my head like a child.

Da Vinci lowered her head even lower, without even a hint of resistance, allowing the two streams of heat from Guinevere's hands to quickly melt into her limbs and bones, and finally gather in her lower abdomen and brain.

It's not that she hasn't thought about resisting.

After being freed, she regained some strength and tried to subdue the seemingly 'powerless' blonde princess and escape from this terrible place by using her as a hostage.

Who knew that after just one round, she would easily step on him and knock him to the ground.

She even planted an almost humiliating demonic mark on his body.

From constant resistance at the beginning to resignation to his fate, Leonardo da Vinci could no longer remember how much torture he had endured. No, strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered torture, but...

The mental pain frightened her even more.

My lower abdomen was getting hotter and hotter, my head was becoming dizzy, and I seemed to hear Guinevere's sweet voice in my ears.

"Go to sleep."

Da Vinci closed his eyes tiredly, and when he opened them again, she had escaped from the prison.

It cannot be said to be escape.

She was in a luxurious and spacious ancient Roman bath.

Leonardo da Vinci remembered this place.

This was where she, Ritsuka Fujimaru, and Mashu had bathed together when they were guests in the castle.

The warm water flowed from the faucet, creating ripples in the bathtub, and it felt so comfortable on her body that she almost moaned.

Da Vinci lowered his head.

She was only wearing a purple veil.

Open in the middle.

The delicate collarbone, the roundness that holds up the veil, the flat belly and the plump thighs full of flesh, all the beauty is hidden under the veil, looming.

Fantasy.

Sight, taste, smell, touch...

All five senses and six perceptions are extremely real.

However, she knew for sure that this was a 'dream' and clearly remembered that she had just been 'hypnotized' by Guinevere in the cell.

He clearly remembered the obscene mark she had branded on his belly.

Leonardo da Vinci was not at all pleased with his sobriety.

She believed herself to be extremely intelligent and felt intellectually superior to everyone, but in front of the devilish queen, she felt like a weak and pitiful little kitten.

She only remembered it because she wanted herself to remember it. It was her bad taste.

The door opens.

The footsteps gradually approached, the sound of someone entering the water, and got closer until they were behind her.

A pair of slightly rough big hands hugged her from behind.

I was embraced in a warm and thick embrace.

Leonardo da Vinci did not resist.

She had resisted, resisted many times, so many times that she had forgotten how many times she had tried to kill him in various circumstances, but in the end, Da Vinci gave up.

tired.

Every time she killed him, she would return to the dark cell and suffer the torture that Guinevere would provoke from time to time.

And here, as long as she is obedient, she can enjoy the almost ultimate physical indulgence, take a hot bath, sleep on a soft big bed, taste delicious food, and her sense of security, comfort and pleasure are all met incomparably.

Instead of returning to the state of being unable to distinguish, or more accurately, unwilling to distinguish, between reality and illusion.

Alone, curled up in a dark cell, she was worried about when the woman who looked like an angel but was actually a devil would suddenly come and torture her.

Leonardo da Vinci, who was gradually immersed in his thoughts, did not notice.

The increasingly gorgeous pink and purple magic pattern on the lower abdomen.

Of course, maybe even if she noticed, she wouldn't react at all, because she no longer had the ability to resist.

Thinking of this, Da Vinci turned around and looked at the man behind her and gently hugged her.

Arthur.

The mature beauty took the initiative to hug his shoulders and kissed him...

“It’s exceptionally easy to handle.”

Guinevere looked at Da Vinci at her feet with a smile.

The body is pale pink in color.

Her face was flushed and she kept making obscene sounds from her mouth, as if she was having a wet dream.

In fact it is.