Matthew's View of Love
Translator: Lonelytree
Sif's hands slowly moved down.
There was an indescribable meaning in her eyes, and her voice changed from a whimper to a moaning tone.
"Yes, I'm very afraid.
"But I'm not afraid of the blood and corpses.
"Those things-
"Blood, slaughter, madness, and hysterical battles…
"They fill my dreams.
"But I didn't feel any fear!
"I fear myself!
"Because when I face the gore...
"I'm so excited!
"Ah ~"
She groaned.
Her eyes narrowed into a line.
She couldn't help but stick out her bright red tongue and lick her fingernails.
In an instant.
Her fingernails turned bright red.
..
After much effort, he managed to escape from Rheagar's sword.
Matthew left the liege's manor with light steps.
He returned to the oak forest.
He bumped into Centaur Obast, who was carefully checking the condition of every oak tree.