The sacred right side of a certain anime

Roy used magic to clean his body. The cardinal robe he once wore had long become tattered, so he changed into a very Celtic-style combat uniform. Roy himself didn't know how long he had been with Scathach in the Kingdom of Shadows, or how long they had been fighting. He had even forgotten the concept of time.

Roy sat down next to Scathach, and the breeze that blew up Scathach's long hair that was as smooth as a waterfall and touched Roy's nose, making his nose itchy. The orchid-like and musk-like fragrance surrounded him, and Roy couldn't help but take two deep breaths. In this empty, lonely, gloomy and lonely Kingdom of Shadows, only the smell of Scathach could make Roy feel alive.

"Master……"

Roy looked sideways and could see Scathach's delicate and beautiful profile, her high nose bridge, her cherry lips, her thin and heroic eyebrows, but her whole face was gentle and beautiful. Because of her presence, this shadow kingdom filled with darkness and death had a hint of peace.���

Hearing Roy's voice, Scathach turned her head to look him in the eye.

There was temptation, teasing, and a strong tenderness in her wine-red eyes.

Roy didn't know which Scathach was the real her, the cold and ruthless one laughing wildly on the battlefield, or the tender and sweet one in daily life.

But no matter which Scathach she was, she could change vividly.

She could be gentle and affectionate to you in the last moment, and stab your body with a magic gun in the next moment.

She was like a floating cloud in the sky, so you couldn't touch her or reach her, leaving you with an anxious itch in your heart, but you didn't know how to approach her.

"Your eyes are much clearer than when you first came here."

Scathach said softly

""That's because of your guidance, Master. I have learned to abstain from sex!"

Roy said righteously.

This sentence made Scathach burst into laughter.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a breathtakingly beautiful smile.

She tapped Roy's forehead with her slender jade finger, like a doting sister, and scolded with a coquettish tone:"……The clarity I'm talking about is not the clarity you understand.

I mean that your desires are no longer concealed.

When I first came to the Shadow Kingdom, your eyes were full of desire for me, but your gaze was evasive and you didn't dare to look directly at me, which seemed very vulgar.

"

"……But now you have the courage to express your inner desires with your head held high. This is not a shameful thing. On the contrary, such a frank person will not make people feel disgusted. Even if being stared at by you like this will make a shy girl angry, she will not feel disgusted."

Roy was speechless and complained:"……Master, are you trying to say that I have evolved from being sneaky and vulgar to being openly perverted?"

"You can understand it this way"

"Why can't I feel any changes in myself?"

"It is difficult for people to notice their own changes. Now you have become more confident, and your eyes are more aggressive."

Scathach closed her beautiful eyes slightly, thought for a while, and then said:"……In this respect, you are somewhat similar to Fergus and Maeve."

"Master, don't think I haven't read Irish mythology. Whether it's Fergus or Maeve, they are both lustful ghosts."

Roy curled his lips. Maeve and Fergus were people whose minds were filled with the desires of men and women. Maeve could be considered to have given up on herself because of her experience in her teenage years, and relied on selling her body to get everything. Then the Celtic warrior named Fergus was simply a human-shaped self-propelled seed drill.

"They like women and men too much. Although it makes me distressed to face such people, I don’t hate their frankness. What I hate is just the despicable people who lack courage and dare not reveal their desires."

"……Just like you who just arrived in the Kingdom of Shadows, you have no warrior's fighting spirit, no glory of the strong, and when faced with a desperate situation, your first thought is to retreat instead of mustering up courage. Even your willpower can be described as broken. Although your heart is full of ambition and desire, you dare not show it, but just hold it in your heart. This is the type I hate the most."

Scathach completely ignored Roy's face and scolded him.

"Then why do you still teach me things, if I am someone you hate so much"

"I am a person who can fully understand myself and know my own talents, so I also have the ability to see through the qualities and temperaments of others. The first time I saw you, I knew that you were just a pearl covered in dust. Under the rough rotten wood is a beautiful jade. As long as I carve it carefully, I can carve it into the shape I want."

Although Scathach seemed to be bragging about herself, Roy always felt that she was actually bragging."……Master, are you bragging about your vision and ability to train a useless person like me into a warrior?

This is a lonely queen who will never admit defeat and will never serve anyone.

"You are right. You are now completely my shape."

In front of this woman, Roy found that he could only be teased. She was indeed a figure in Celtic mythology and an old woman who had lived for thousands of years. Compared with those pure and shy girls, Scathach was much more difficult to deal with.

"but……"

Scathach suddenly reached out and hugged the back of Roy's head, pulled his body over with a little force, and hugged him. She closed her eyes and hugged Roy's head, gently stroking his silver hair with her jade hands, and whispered:"……But now Roy has grown into a man that the master admires and likes."

That's it. Cultivating a young boy with potential and talent into a warrior in his mind will make Scathach excited and happy. She will feel a kind of feeling from the deepest part of this rotten body, which makes her breath change slightly.

But it's not enough, it's not enough. He is still a little short of it. He can't kill himself or save himself. But hope finally appeared. The desperate and dry heart once again surged with the breath of"life". Her meaningless life has meaning again.

The woman named Scathach, who was cursed by the gods, actually received the grace of the gods again in this empty and empty time. This is really unpredictable.

Wait and have hope.

Thinking of this, she hugged Roy with more strength.

Roy closed his eyes and pressed his face against Scathach's softness. Scathach's strength almost suffocated him, but for Roy now, not breathing for a long time was not a big deal. He was just completely wrapped in Scathach's smell and could no longer smell anything else. He was captured by her feminine charm.

When she was not fighting, Scathach always liked to wear her plain and elegant clothes. Her beautiful legs were not tied at all, and at this time Roy finally touched her. Scathach just patted Roy's head and did not scold him for being naughty. The two hugged each other like this. Slowly, there was no ambiguous atmosphere in the air, and only Roy's nostalgia for Scathach remained.

It was like the tears in the eyes of a soldier facing the instructor when he was recovering, and it was like the sadness and nostalgia for teachers and classmates when he looked back on the past when he graduated from high school.