"Gee, Master, if I hadn't seen it from the beginning, I wouldn't have believed it would be you. Just now it was so holy and dusty. What happened to this? How can it be like a woman of wind and dust? At the critical moment, the problem of the color butterfly's mouth was again committed.

"I..." Looking at the butterfly with no strength of mind, I stared at her with resentment, and was reluctant to answer her with embarrassment.

In fact, this thing is shy enough for the pure mind itself. You know, this is the hall where she takes care of herself. She always keeps her holy image here,...