The Tundele Golden Rule -The theory of The Ultra Negation Disarms with Enthusiastic Lovey-dovey Emotion-
First. A conflict in encounter is customs.
His throat began to burn, and his chest ached with every breath, but he didn't slow down until he ran headlong into a large grey stallion with a woman on its back. Terence tried to dodge, but he still hit the horse a glancing blow on its shoulder and sprawled in the dirt. "You idiot! You cabbage-headed domnoddy! If you've hurt my horse, I'll have your skin!" the rider shouted thirilly. Terence scrambled to his feet, wheezing, and managed to mutter, "Beg pardon ma'am," between gasps, and looked frantically around for the rabbit. It was gone. "Look at me, boy!" the rider demanded. Terence obeyed and saw that she was only a girl, maybe sixteen. "Have you ... seen a rabbit .. go by here?" She stared. "Are you chasing a rabbit on foot? How stupid!" "Hurry, girl! Did you see it?" Terence damanded impatiently. Her mouth dropped open, and with a stunned look on her face, she pointed north. Terence wasted no more time but wheeled and started running again. Behind him the girl shouted, "Hey! Stop there, you boy!"
Second. I-I don't like you! It's not something like that AT ALL!
"Are you hurt?" Terence asked. "No, but no thanks to you," she snapped, wheeling to face him. "What sort of imbecilic notion was that? Cutting bonds with an allow! What if you had missed?" Terence sniffed loftily. "Never occurred to me." "Idiot! Moron! Domnoddy! Leatherskulled block!" Terence glared at her with growing anger. He started to retort but at the last second saw how brightly the fire glinted in Eileen's eyes and realized she was crying. He made a hesitant move toward her, then stopped. "Well?" she sobbed. "Are you just going to stand there?" Terence pulled her to his chest, and held her tightly. "Domnoddy," she said in a muffled voice. "Huh. Better off being eaten, I'd say," came Gawain's voice. Terence and Eileen parted quickly.
Third. Fall in love.
A servent brought in his breakfast tray and looked surprised to see him awake. A light tap came from the door, and Terence leaped across the room to open it. As he had hoped, it was Eileen, bueautiful in a long gown of green silk with gold embroidery. She smiled. "Do you still want to share your breakfast with me?" He grinned. "Come along." She stepped to the centre of the room and stopped. Then, with the resigned air of one who is prompting an imbecile, she said, "You look nice today, Terence." "Thank you," Terence replied. She waited, but he only grinned. "Domnoddy," Eileen said, chuckling. "All right, I'll say it. Do I look nice today?" "No, not nice. You're beautiful, Eileen." Eileen stood motionless. At last she said breathlessly, "That's not playing fair, Terence." Terence nodded. "Sorry. How about a slice of ham?"
Although this is a great tale based on the story of Knight Gawain and Green Knight of Arthurian legends,
Squire Terence (protagonist) and Lady Eileen talk their love endlessly and brightly and endlessly and brightly and endlessly and brightly, setting aside the Sir Knights of the Round. Come on, you two are wonderful, do it all your life. Either way by eroge maniac's perspective or by common leader's perspective this book was fun.