Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Pull the knife out of the black sheath.

A gorgeous blade sentence called Shigeko Heavy Flowers floats to the body, which appeared refreshed without resistance.

Using the materials and handouts I collected during my active life, Doyle colored the paperwork you received and had it struck.

Like my master did to me, one day I would give him a sword if I had a disciple, and I also used the Dragon Dollar kind of material that I kept dearly, but well.

Doyle, ever since I met you, I've taught a lot of kids swords. But no child is more talented and thoughtful than he is.

My far-fetched behavior has led me to hunt down a young child.

It's a gift to celebrate his day of remembrance as he crawled out on his own. Because it's an apology, it's not enough.

Doyle, seven years early from the day I met you.

I couldn't count regrets or penance enough. When I remembered him in the mundane applause, I was ashamed of myself for being careless. He also taught swords to many children to deceive guilt.

To be honest, Doyle, I have a feeling it's hard to face you. I think every side is lowered. But I wanted to see him grow up more than that.

You can be resented and cursed.

Doyle, it would be gratifying to see you laughing at first sight on the side of the people you cherish.

Well, speaking of greed, apologize for seven years ago when I was frivolous, and ask forgiveness. I want you to take this knife.

And it would be great if you could make me master of the sword.

I look at the pitch-black knife made to pair with the pure white knife that Winn gave me, and I picture you growing up, Doyle.

Gold, materials, and handouts are the best knives I've ever had. Its performance should be no less than that of Esperda, which was the family heirloom of the Aginis family.

He had a duplicitous aptitude, and I'm sure it would help. If it's gonna happen, Doyle, who hasn't blossomed yet, wants me to blossom your talent.

I have a lot of sword skills, and some of them are tough to acquire in my own way, so I want to teach you. He would surely get it all.

Return yourself to the sheath thinking that it was hard, carefully wrapped in purple silk.

I look forward to the ball in three days.

Doyle on the verge of a nearby reunion with you. He puts his knife on the box as he plays his chest, sits on the couch and looks back at Winn staring at this one from earlier.

"Hey, Winn. Doyle, would you be happy?

"Shira"

"Shira, I can't connect. It's a gift for your lovely nephew's engagement."

If you ask Wynn, with a grumpy look on his face and staring at me, while showing him a box with a knife in it, he will return a cold answer.

It's a frustrating, caged, cold voice, but don't get me wrong here. Winn never hates you, Doyle. I love you, Doyle, so much that I give you one last gift from my favorite Amelia sister with pleasure.

I'm not usually involved because I'm in a far east country, but Winn cares a lot about you, Doyle. Well, he's one of the sons of Lord Alan, who's adorable like his real brother, so naturally.

Doyle, for one thing, you don't like what I do when I say it involves you and it's so cold. I can't help thinking about what I did to you, Doyle.

"Are you still mad at me?

"Naturally."

To Winn, who answered my question instantly, frowns.

... trouble. At this rate, I might be forced to leave a corner ballroom.

Well, Doyle, he says you'll be in the castle until the engagement ceremony's over, too, so a reunion with him will come true soon without having to go to the ball in three days.

But at the corner, I want to meet him standing next to His Royal Highness the King and the Princess in a glorious setting called the Ball. It's just self-satisfaction, but I want to see Doyle laughing on the stage with this eye.

Well, how do I forgive Winn?

I have trouble being told to leave a message, so I often think while looking at the diagonal wins in a good mood.

Doyle, it was about a year ago now that I found out that you had revealed your fitness to your surroundings. At the same time, that day was the day my deeds were known to Wynn.

Winn's anger at that time was tremendous, and until Doyle heard from you that you had crusaded the Demon King in Esperda, he had an incredibly uninspiring day of avoiding arrows flying from nowhere every day.

Winn unleashed his anger and listened to me until a few more months later.

The rescue play of the princess, secretly taught by Lord Alan, and your proclamation at the royal castle, Doyle, are the forms that helped me.

"To see from the contents of the letter, the engagement ceremony between you and Princess Claire will take place shortly. I'll take you. Help me with my orders."

With a disgruntled look, it goes without saying that I was happy to raise my hands to Winn who told me so.

The days since then have been quick.

Days of preparing souvenirs for you, Doyle, silencing those of the clan who oppose the Lord's departure from the country for a long period of time, and taking this opportunity to obstruct those who want to be close to the nobility of Majesta. Of course, while Wynn was away, he also organized his neighborhood and rooted for everyone around him to make sure nothing happened to the Gladys.

That's how I finally got on the journey to Majesta.

Speaking of which, the journey to Majesta was amazingly smooth. There were things like wholesale excess ingredients to Wangdu's market in shame and selling them for an extraordinarily good value, but it would be nice to talk about them there.

The problem now, Doyle, is that Winn is in a mood for a descent as his reunion with you approaches.

I'm not just saying my anger at me has recurred. Winn looked like he was worried from time to time on the road to Majesta. That became more pronounced as the king capital of Majesta approached, and even more frequently from the Aginis.

As always when I met Lord Alan, Doyle, I'm sure you had something to do with it, but what the hell is bothering you so far?

That's all I've done. I wouldn't be embarrassed if Winn let you see Doyle face to face.

There's no way I can explore how Winn is doing with that in mind, or suddenly figure out what caused it that I didn't know anything from the time I left the East until today.

Three days later, Doyle said he was expecting a reunion with you, but that the wins of the day would be in trouble at this rate, so I decided to ask him in person.

"If I were you, what would Winn need to think so much about?

What do you mean?

Winn gets up loose in my words.

I thought to him, "Oh, this could suck," looking at me with a fixed eye, but it's already late. When Winn rose before me, he pointed to a box with a knife in it with momentum that seemed to hear a bishy sound.

"In the first place, which side are you willing to lower and give it to you, Doyle? How can you dislike me for being a pitch-black knife, like the one I gave you against Espada? If you'd taught me your aptitude, Doyle, I'd give you an espada. What a disgusting imitation! When I gave it to you, I didn't think you'd be reluctant to pick it up. I thought you were reluctant because it was expensive, and I gave it to you a little forcefully, but it's like harassment to give a suitable sword to a child who has no spear aptitude and is worried! Because of you, Doyle, I don't have a face to match you until I do!

To keep his voice from leaking outside the room, he said to Winn, who ran out of voices he pushed to kill him, "That's it!" Convinced in my heart.

Speaking of which, Winn was giving up Esperda a little forcefully to you then, Doyle. Of course, Doyle's malice and hostility towards you in the act should have been dust-free, but rather almost favorable.

But if you ask me, it's certainly a pretty disgusting act to give you a sword that time of year, Doyle.

"If I were you, I'd just want to stick it out to Alan and the others after letting them throw up everything that happened back then! You don't have enough to do that. The only reason I wouldn't do that was simply because I wanted to stop you until I gave you the money, Doyle. I mean, what are you going to do with this sword for me and give it to you, Doyle? It's been a long time since I've seen you, Doyle, and I don't feel like I can get back on my feet!

Winn, who so sat on the couch to collapse, has a face like the end of the world.

Lord Alan and Doyle are so overwhelmed by your words and actions that they are unusual, albeit related to blood. But an old relationship, I knew why Winn would react so intensely to Alan and the others.

That's why I feel only slightly guilty for Winn, who is just dented in the imagination that you might hate him, Doyle. At the same time, I thought of words to comfort him.

Winn's thoughts on his sister's family are profound.

He very much admired Amelia for nurturing his belly-up self, and he thinks of his son, Alan, like his real brother.

Born into a Aginis family proud of Takemen, he was always worried about himself not wanting to fight, and regretted that when Amelia was married to Master Zeno, this fortunately pushed all the blame on his sister and his wife. Even so, when the young Lord Alan showed the spear talent the Aginis deserved, this made him happy that he would never succeed the Aginis.

And I didn't like myself like that, I didn't want to be known, I entered my son-in-law into the Gladius family in the East, far from Majesta, to escape, and instead of being able to attend the funeral in time for Dear Amelia's death because of it, I couldn't even attend.

I've heard a long time ago that Winn cares more about Lord Alan than he needs, and that the cute reason also includes guilt for such things.

For him, the Duke of Aginis family is a loving family, while it is a symbol of sin.

I still regret having escaped the heavy burden that I would have inherited if I had been.

So Winn cares about them for something and always hopes they are happy. And by being accepted into his family, he's escaping the guilt of nesting in his chest.

When I received Esperda from Master Amelia, Winn seemed delightfully complicated on the other hand. I know that I was worried about whether I was eligible to receive the sword of a family heirloom when a house proud of Takemen ran away because I didn't like it.

Doyle, who will succeed the Duke of Aginis in the future. The act of giving you an espada should have also been a lessening of guilt from a win.

If such self-satisfaction might have hurt you, Doyle, there's no reason to worry.

You would have been tough on Winn.

I understand Winn's troubles very well.

He loves his sister's family so much that the Gladys are jealous of the Aginis family, even if they leave out the circumstances in which they said so.

From such a win, Doyle, I guess it's a matter of dying to hate you.

But that worry is unnecessary.

As far as I can tell, Doyle, you are currently a regular Esperda user. He seems to have forgotten that because Winn himself said it was Espada who broke the demon king in the matter. I heard about it, so I picked a knife for a souvenir, too.

If you hate Winn, Doyle, I don't think you're going to use Esperda. Positively, you can get as many weapons as you want to substitute, and not even Espada, there must be plenty of famous swords in the Aginis arsenal. Nothing, I don't need to use a knife that someone who hates me forced to give me.

That's something you'll know if you think about it a little bit.

But I hear Winn, stuffed with cut wings, can't get his head around that much.

I don't know about me, but it probably doesn't mean they hate Winn.

That's what I thought, so I'll tell Winn what I thought.

"There's no chance they don't like Winn, is there?

"You won't know that until you see him! I've only seen you once, and that one time sucked!?"

"But that Doyle you love now is the Esperda that Winn gave you, right? I don't think he will continue to use the weapon that was deliberately given to him by a person he doesn't like. The fact that he used it in mock warfare or sleepover would mean he likes Espada. Seven years ago, anyway, I don't think you're going to be neglecting Winn right now."

"... right?"

The brightness returns slightly to Wynn's face, who often conceived and groaned to bite through my words. The expression still seems half-hearted, but there seems to have been a little hope for my words.

I urge Winn, who has surfaced a little, to fold up even further.

"That's right. Besides, Doyle, if you really resented us, the Aginis wouldn't be able to stay here any happier. The people here, Doyle, care a lot about you."

"Yeah, right."

"And in the first place, isn't your favorite sister family such narrow-minded people?

"Naturally!

To Win, who responded forcefully and instantly, he pulls out his shoulder strength.

When your sister's family is involved, it's the bad habit of Winn that hasn't changed since we met. Totally tame old times.

Well, I'm the original cause Winn was sinking this time.

I make a suggestion to distract you, as you stroke your chest down to Winn, who has finally restored calm, and I have trouble thinking about it again and sinking it.

"Hey, Winn. I hear there's a colored paper store on the boulevard that you invented, Doyle, so why don't you go check it out? There are also a lot of fine pieces made from colored paper, which seems to be very popular right now. The most popular is the paper rose you gave your fiancée. Wouldn't that be nice for your wife's souvenir or something?

I pinched it in my ear when I went to sell the excess groceries to the market, and I wanted to try it, so it's just fine. It would also be a good distraction for Winn.

The paper mill craftsmen who have joined the story along the way were also forceful in theorizing how great the colored paper you devised, Doyle, and it's not a bad idea to see what he devised take root in the land, affect many people and be familiar with it before you meet him.

I suggested it with that in mind, and the guidance wins followed.

"Doyle, your..."

"Yes, yes. It'll be the kind of story we talk about when we meet. Why don't we take a look at that at first sight?

"Right. Go."

"Well, I'll get the others too,"

"I'll tell Mr. Serena to go out."

Copy that.

With a slight groan, he drops off Winn's back and exhales as he goes to tell Lord Serena about his outing.

Three days after the ball.

I honestly get sick of thinking you have to watch out for Winn's mood for the next three days, but well, if you think this is also to reunite with you, Doyle, you have to work hard. Yeah.

... and a flower of love that doesn't wither, Doyle, you make something quite spilled, too.

It is emotional to think that a child who was so young was old enough to send flowers to a dear woman.

He has been a beautiful boy similar to Lord Serena and Lord Alan since that time, and I guess he has grown into a sarcastic man.

The look, the contents.

"I'm sure you'll like it too"

A friend who has become a famous artisan who can be counted as a three-finger in the East says, "It's the greatest work! 'I stroked and whined a box containing a pitch-black knife that I honored, and the knife jumped in the box with a katance, as though I was looking forward to it.