The Astarte of the B

He still couldn't get used to this feeling.... No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that in order to preserve the echoes of his past life, he refused to allow himself to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.,Immediately, the expression on her white and pure face transformed into nothingness, just like a man's.,He dismounted with a clatter of plate mail, but instead of drawing the sword from his back, he drew the dagger hanging from his breast.。