Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

(Celery von Thermos perspective)

- Epis School when Doyle was looking out for Fortrais Castle on a small high hill.

A sunny day that deserves an admissions ceremony.

Two years ago, Mr. Doyle broke his back to guests, teachers, and seniors last year when the chief of the year, on the stage he also stood, exalted his hopeful vision of his goals and determination in future student life.

In a pouring applause on the way down, the freshman walked away freshly from the stage, stopping unexpectedly along the way. There's no such thing as teachers paying attention to what's going on. The freshman greeted His Royal Highness Prince Wang and the Third Princess, and then went back to his seat with a delightful look on his face as he lowered his head as he tided his cheek to you Doyle sitting right next to it.

"... Is this year's chief Aginist?"

"The two years of chief and second seats seem to have gone down to Her Royal Highness Grey in the winter, and the women's faction is entirely under the control of Princess Claire and her friends, so it must be peaceful this year."

"If we don't get ourselves into trouble."

"Well, it wasn't Dr. Das' turn then."

"Give me a break..."

I turn to your stone statue, Doyle, listening to the conversations of the teachers who started talking about the students' faction, inspired by an understandable freshman's attitude.

- Problems are already happening, aren't they?

I shrug in my heart as I narrow my eyes to the unchanging figure of the earthy spirits peeking from the stone statue from time to time.

A month earlier, the stone statue containing the earth spirits began to appear in your place, Doyle. Where the hell is he going and what's going on?

Well, Doyle, it's about you, so I must have gone to settle...

If you think of the secrets that Julia and her clan, who disappeared together, it's easy to imagine why you traveled, Doyle. I've been helping with the stone statue for the past month, Robe. Ask your Highness Gray, Princess Claire, and you'll get some clue.

But there I stopped thinking.

The more you think about the past, the different emotions swirl in your chest, and the more you know, the more you want to move on your own feet. But then, Doyle, you're gonna make a difference.

I can't believe I put up with this for Amelia and you, right?

Thank you, Doyle, for not being here.

It's not right for you to wait very long for someone to finish things, but you can't help it. Happy rest of your life is a favor from a lovely apprentice.

It's kind of suspicious when it comes to feeling joyful about the inability to act as you wish, but Zeno in a similar situation would surely understand my chest.

- Sometimes it's not bad to swallow while talking to Zeno back in the day.

Let's interrupt the Aginis family in the near future, and when I made my own plans, the school director spoke to me in the perfect voice with the expression of fear from next door.

"Se, Master Celery? What the hell are you thinking with such a grin, I'm afraid?

If you look next to that voice, you'll see eye to eye with the school director with the grin that drew. If I put my hand on my own face to point out from him with a frightening seeping look on his face, my mouth would have been raised. Apparently, Doyle, I was laughing as I thought about you.

I guess I deserve this......

I'm aware of all the hard work I put on the school director, but it's not a little funny to be suspected of not being there. So I threw up a tough word.

"Such a look on the part of the school director."

"No, it's a bit reminiscent of the slime incident..."

"It's a little prank, isn't it? Besides, it's already done. It's not manly to drag it around forever."

"No, because the eyes of His Royal Highness the King at that time... Aginis also had the momentum to snap trees with his bare hands... and I will not stop writing from the Royal Castle... Please forgive me for any further incidents!

Mindful of the eyes and ears of guests and students, and by the way, just the desperate shape of the schoolmaster who begs while blurring, also sprouts a slight sense of guilt to me.

Perhaps the target of Libro and Elva moved to him because of me or Zeno's decadence. They can't help but understand what you and Julia are doing, Doyle.

Doyle, I'm worried about you. I don't even know what's in your chest, but you should stab the nails at the Libros so that the thought doesn't shackle them or keep them out of sight. Talk to Zeno early.

With that in mind, I will open my mouth for now to embellish the annoying school director.

"Don't worry. I was just thinking about pranking Zeno because I'm going to be interrupting the Aginis Mansion soon."

"Is that true? Well, then there's no problem -"

It was then that I tried to turn a frightened eye while listening to the schoolmaster, who had obviously loosened his expression after hearing my words. Among the guests in line, one woman witnessed a brilliant moment of silver between the clap of her hat and her neck, which she flipped.

You cannot enter the junction I have stretched with the power of the Fir in a false manner. And there's only one woman with silver hair in this Majesta land.

After graduation, you wanted to see Doyle at first sight when you met Leopardo, who lives and works at the Aginis Mansion, and follow with your eyes the rear of Lord Serena, who was mixed up among the entrance ceremony guests. Though she is retired, she is a former Virgin, and a Mother of Truth. Doyle, you must have noticed in your place. This might not be a good idea.

Maybe we should visit Zeno's even this evening......

I sighed softly so that my surroundings would not be noticed as long as Lord Serena could come up with possible future actions.

(Meryl Lumedi perspective)

- Admission ceremony, the next day.

The girls' bright voices echoed in the holding room used jointly by maids in the corner of the Aginis Mansion.

Couscous. - Yeah! Is that true? - Hey, you got a loud voice!

Sometimes your husband's dinner and yuami are over, and the business of the day is cleared up, and the indoors still sound like fun talking from the young maids. In the meantime, made-length I was silently glancing over the report, circling my thoughts over the Aginis family anomaly that has been going on since yesterday.

It was yesterday that Master Doyle and Serena infiltrated the admissions ceremony at Epis School, offering to build strength and challenges to do so in my absence to the three apprentices he had deposited.

"- Will you leave me alone for a moment?

Also, that's what Serena said and she was caged in her room.

Although we both infiltrated the entrance ceremony in response to Doyle's desire to see her well at first sight, Serena hopes to return home a little while after the freshman's chief finishes his greeting. That's how you come back to Aginis Mansion, locked in your own room without eating.

As far as I could see, there seemed to be nothing strange about Master Doyle, but I guess Serena had something to think about. Now that I think about it, it was odd when Serena, who said she was waiting for Master Doyle to return, suddenly started saying she was going to see him. She's a Virgin, but she might have felt something.

Yeah, yeah. Speaking of yesterday's anomalies, there was also one for Master Zeno and Sebastian. Somehow he welcomed a sudden visitor, wondering if Sebastian had brought a set of tea utensils into Zeno's room in the middle of the night, without coming out of the room until near dawn. There was also no explanation for the visitors.

It's my guess, Master Doyle has something to do with this as well. Even the Majesta has a special Duke of Aginis residence with comparable defensive measures to the Royal Castle. Only the Aginis or invited guests or those who serve this house, or a monstrously stained person comparable to the brave or the Virgin, can break in without getting caught up in them. Guests last night were supposedly Master Celery, as we can see from the presence of a slight increase in formation in the mansion.

About two disciples are also making some suspicious moves...

Three people, Leopardo, Lécheci and Sanale, were asked by Master Doyle to take me as his disciple. Looking for clues to Dear Doyle, reflecting on the actions of Leopardo and Lječić in those days.

Master Doyle's graduation is one year away. But they are in a hurry to learn. That can be said to Sanale, but unlike Sanale, who is trying to make all my knowledge, Leopardo and Lječić's desire for knowledge is biased towards a realistic aspect. Young people would show interest in talking about drugs like unknown materials and theoretical stage dream stories, like Sanale, but the two of us don't have it - no. I'm interested, but more than that, I seem to be tempted to acquire practical techniques such as how to make wound pills from the herbs growing around it.

Yes. As if you knew you would need those knowledge soon -.

Information from people and an autographed history book of the Aginis family sent by Doyle a few months ago, the breadth of Doyle's connections discovered during the mass outbreak of the Warcraft that occurred during the engagement ceremony.

To think about it all together, Master Doyle is relying on his handouts to get some information and go to the battlefield... No. You would be right to interpret that you have already traveled as how Serena is doing.

I notice myself analyzing the situation from old pieces or reflexively scattered information, laughing bitterly, knowing that there is no need for a maid to go around thinking without my husband.

You should have retired a long time ago, but it's hard to get out of a stained habit......

When I remember myself before I met Master Serena and I am held back by emotion, the sound of the call bell dedicated to Lene, Lene and me strikes my ear.

"Master Merrill? Which way at this hour?

"I remember my errands, so I'll take my seat off"

Suddenly he tells that to his junior who looks up at me with a strange look and sums up the report he was looking at.

"If it's your job, I'll help you."

"Then so am I."

Tomorrow's confirmation is over. That's what the kids who were interested in chatting said and raised their hands, but I'm the only one Master Serena is calling for. I politely decline their offer as I hear the sound of a bell ringing again that no one can hear.

"Thank you. But I don't need help because it's for personal use."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll go straight back to my room when I'm done for personal use, so you don't have to wait. Go back to your rooms and rest, except for those who are waiting."

"" "" "Yes" ""

If you make sure everyone nodded at my words and walk out, you will hear the voice "Don't rest" from there. As I left the room in reply to that voice, I hurried to Serena's side to make sure there were no people around me at [Signal Detection].

A few minutes to avoid the eyes and hurry.

Standing in front of Master Serena's room where I arrived, I cut off my magic with [magic blockage] so that the formation that senses the entry and exit of the person tensioned from last night would not react, while opening the door without sound and sliding myself in.

That's how Serena broke her hips quietly as she proceeded to walk within the boundaries she tensioned.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Master Serena"

"That's Meryl. That was fast."

That's what I always say. Lady Serena with the same grin. But what haunts me about it was not the clothes I usually wear as Duchess or when I was traveling with Lord Alan, but the outfits I used to wear when I was spent as a Virgin in the temple.

The gloves you hide to your fingertips, the dress you hide to your toes while drawing a loose drape, the veil you raise, the pure white costume that you don't know dirty shines a divine light, making the beholder realize that this person is [the Virgin].

Well, I'm used to seeing it. I don't have to be fascinated or afraid to fight.

"Looks like you've been ringing the bell for a long time for your words?

"It doesn't sound like me, so I'm worried it's really getting to Merrill."

With that said, I unwittingly hold my ear to Serena, who rings my dedicated ringing bell up close. I can cage my powers in a voice that talks to too much annoyance, but you must be adorable.

"I'm telling you again and again, I've heard enough for once. It's annoying, so stop ringing continuously."

"... as cool as ever."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Already. It's really cold!

If you turn your cold gaze to make an angry look like that and show it, as Serena wishes, she will fix her standing, even as she looks bored. At the same time, the air in the room added more cleanliness.

I will also correct my posture to that nostalgic air and wait for Master Serena to open her mouth again.

I don't even have to think if Doyle were to put herself in some kind of vortex, such as what Serena was doing caged in her room dressed in a costume that she wouldn't even have seen if she were a Majesta human.

"- From the gods: 'Send three buds to the land where the multitude of races dwell, the testament of the filled Virgin, raised by the Black Hua. If I do, I will be the power of my beloved child' and I received a [divine]. So I gave you this."

That is how it was offered a crate protected by the Virgin's kingdom. Inside, filled by pale and glowing [holy water], was housed a holy grail of about one hand that [the Virgin] was given by the gods.

If you confirm and nod the pure white cup so beautiful that you hesitate to touch it, Master Serena will be [sealed] with a lid on the box.

"This [seal] will solve itself when the time comes."

"Yes, I did. I'll tell them that, too."

I will receive a kneeling crate with respect. She must be exactly the man loved by the gods, who can still use the skill of listening to the voices of the gods said to be usable only by a limited number of [Virgin], even if she retires from the temple.

"Please?

"Yes."

I snort politely, staring at the divine grin with emotional thoughts. And I breathed cocklessly at what was entrusted to me and the seriousness of the meaning it had.

I can't believe the time has come for the Holy Grail of [Virgin] and [Holy Water] to be of service to Dear Doyle...

The effects of the Virgin's [holy water] are purification and healing. It will also fly off and exert powerful power if it comes directly from the Holy Grail. Will he use it or will he use it on someone else? Either way, I'm pretty sure it's not a calm situation. Even so.

"Don't you have to go Serena?

If you ask her about that chest, Serena lowers her eyebrows and laughs like she's in trouble.

"The gods said 'send', not 'deliver'. I mean, I shouldn't go. That's why I'm making fun of you at home. I'd be in trouble if the trust I got in the corner changed, and something I promised Doyle."

Your chest will be tightened by Serena, who answered brightly with a nasty look on her face. But on the other hand, I was convinced that it would be.

Serena, who has been a Virgin since childhood, knows more than anyone how whimsical and cruel she is together when she realizes the depth of affection of the gods. Therefore, just as twenty years before I met Master Alan, he would have chosen to follow [the divine] and act more than he felt.

Dear Serena, who was bewitched by the gods but therefore had a difficult life. I realized a certain fact when I was putting my thoughts in her chest as I remembered how I was traveling by pushing fear out of the temple to kill her.

"... Dear Serena. What if" Three buds grown by Black Hua "...?

"That's right. The only" send "is the" three buds ". So you shouldn't go, Meryl."

I'm shocked by Serena's words that you're leaving a friendly message, and I open my eyes unexpectedly.

- The gods, uh, let the still immature disciples have the Holy Grail and send it out?

The remorse that must be entrusted to others for the critical role involved in Master Doyle, and the worry and anxiety that he will travel alone with his disciples, who will not be able to protect himself. Various emotions swirl, but as Serena said, even if something happens to the [shrine] around the corner, I have trouble.

- I'm used to killing emotions, too.

Breathe one. In the meantime, calming my heart, I spoke to Master Serena, as usual.

"Yes, I did. Well, I'll give you about ten days from tomorrow."

If you tell him that with your firm determination, Serena's voice will strike you in the ear like you blame her.

"Meryl."

"Yes. Of course I understand, Master Serena. I won't leave the Majesta. It's just a little bit, I'm just going to specialize in those disciples. As it is, we can reach our destination safely or badly."

If you tell that to Serena, who had a surprised look on her face, she will gaze at me with a hazy look.

"Meryl? Could you..."

"Is that what 'black flowers grew' means?

If I told her that while remembering her past self, Lady Serena looked nostalgic and narrowed her eyes, then she had a sad, reliable, complex look on her face, and finally she was bitterly smiled.

"... you can't be impotent, can you? Meryl."

- You can't be impotent, can you? Mr. Assassin '

I close my eyes softly to words and expressions that are no different than when I reached out to a wounded assassin in an attempt to forcibly break the line the Virgin has put up.

"That's an uncomfortable word for a man who makes assassinations his business."

Then I opened my eyes and, with an unthinkable smile from that time when I said and glanced back, I broke my back deeply to Master Serena, who had changed from a target to a beloved master.

"I understand that. Dear Serena."