Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

- Ten years later.

One Feniche appeared in Doyle's eyes as he was generous with Claire in the garden of the Duke of Aginis family, who boasted of Majesta's best martial arts.

It is beautiful to come down slowly, wrapped in a blue sky so dark that it is also unbeatable, with a helix of sunlight on its back.

... That's Zwei.

The more I waited for Feniche, who brought a bunch of paper, the more gracefully he descended, losing it and spreading his wings wide.

"It's a letter I left you from inside the elf."

"Oh. Thanks"

He receives a bunch of letters from Zwei, who grew up to the size of a pony, giving him magic instead of spending money before constantly checking the sender and content of each envelope.

From Elf's chiefs and Ries, it was a report on the recent developments inside and the flowers of Sierra.

I don't know when the death epidemic will strike the land of dragons again, so they say it's time for the Sierra flowers to go on cultivating in case. It was accompanied by an invitation to come inside.

Open the next envelope while remembering in the corner of your head if you want to keep your face on it once in a while.

Letters from Lord Muske and Lord Scola, who seem to be returning home, wrote about recent trends and Scions in Fortrais and Agricult.

According to that, apparently Zion will soon marry the princess of a certain kingdom of beasts.

"Seriously......"

Claire, who was relaxing for tea next door, stares at me wonderfully in a less zero groan surprised by the sudden news.

"Master Doyle? What have you done?

"They say Theon is getting married..."

"Well! Then you have to have something to celebrate the jump. Not only did Theon attend, but he also took care of a lot of people."

"Right," he nodded to Claire, gladly responding, and I glanced at the continuation of the letter.

Lord Muske's letter says, "I'm chasing a fleeing Scion, so if you go that way, keep him captured," but what the hell is the situation...

I think it's going to be noisy again, but since this is a project that must also be communicated to Master Grey, I will treat the letters from Lord Muske and the others to subspace.

The last time I opened it was a letter from Julia.

Having only been a maid with a king prince, and having read through the contents spelled out in a streamlined letter, I stand up to tell a man the news from her.

"Claire, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to let him know, so I'm gonna take a seat."

"Yes. Welcome aboard"

While I thank Claire for saying that and sending me off with a smile, I head through the mansion early enough to the main entrance.

The aim is a single tree planted in the center of the road leading from the mansion to the gate.

One young man sat at the root of that tree, which was growing emerald green leaves on pure white branches and watching over the Duke of Aginis' house, seeping his face with a toddler shaking his blonde hair and fatigue.

"You can use a spear like Grandpa Soo or Grandpa, but I still think it's better to slash enemies with a spatter like your father. But you're going to highly recommend that Jin not spear because he wants to return the holy spear one day... What do you think we should do?

"... leave me alone"

"I'm seriously worried, so take Maris seriously, too!

To the toddler's claim, Maris zeroes a heavy sigh.

Ten years ago, after winning the battle with Maris, it was like a white, thin branch I found.

Though it was broken in two, I asked the Elf Sheikh if I could bring this tree back to life with the faint expectation that it might be.

The results are as seen.

It rejuvenated a little over bleached by the purifying action of the Holy Knife, but Maris returned to this world again.

Now I don't have the power as a demon king or anything, just as a dry ad.

Of course, when I woke up, they complained scatterly.

I finally finished it. Why, you'd know.

But Maris nodded slowly when she told me about when I remembered my previous life and promised to end it responsibly if I didn't have anything to gain, and asked me if I would try to live in this world again.

I don't know if it worked that I said it was like dead and alive or if I had a remnant of my heart, because Maris doesn't tell me much.

But if our home is rich in soil and magic thanks to the spirits, we won't have trouble eating, and if we process the branches, we can go out together. This life isn't bad, he says. He seems to be a bit of a pioneer to his son's opponent, but he enjoys his days quite a bit, and every time he sees Maris' calm grin floating around, he's glad I brought him in without letting him sleep like that.

Without informing anyone, it was worth talking about until my previous life when I was going to take it to the graveyard.

By the way, me and Claire's son Welt are favorites of the tree Spirit, Maris, while Fiamma and spirits of various attributes flourish in Rafael and Albione and Thierra.

Don't play me the most.

Well, unlike the other spirits, Maris couldn't escape because she couldn't easily leave the main tree, and the truth is that she was nostalgic while she was playing a lot......

He seems to be quite adorable with the welt he has at his disposal if he has time, so I don't see any minor problems.

"You say you're worried, but in the end, you want to use a knife like Doyle, don't you?

"Yeah! Because I'm the son of [Ice Knife Brave]!

Asked Maris in a disgusting manner, he said so and proudly raised his chest. I lay my thoughts on my son, my parents and grandfather, who are now leaving the King's capital.

Were you watching me like this when my fathers also said I would be [Spear Brave]...

I am ticklishly happy with the laughter of my son, who shines his mother's conceded dark green eyes, and I want to protect and mercy him dearly.

It is strange to be a parent because I feel that if I think of my child, I can only be strong with that.

Ten years early after graduating from the Epis School of Higher Education.

When I was a kid, I couldn't keep the phrase "to be a spear brave man like my father and grandfather" I've said many times, but I've worked hard to be a man who's not ashamed of the achievements you two and the historical Dukes of Aginis have built.

Even if I wanted to know if that effort was fruitful, I could really appreciate the recognition that everyone gave me because there were so many sweet people around me for a long time.

So I was anxious to see if I could properly repay everyone.

But if this is how you can make your son proud with his chest up, I guess the days so far have not gone wrong.

- This has to be proud of Lady Claire and Gray.

When I was thinking about that while chewing up the joy of getting in, I saw Maris and I noticed me.

I'm so tired of dealing with my son. I look at this one. My eyes are sharp, I'm blaming you.

But Maris' anger at me is a mistake.

Nothing. I didn't push my son to relax with Claire for the first time in a long time, I just purely like Welt so much about Maris that he's voluntarily on his feet. It's not my fault.

Nevertheless, watching it in silence any longer seems annoying later, so suppose I speak up to free Maris from her son?

I'm glad to hear your words. I feel good.

"- Welt."

"! Father"

"There's a Zwei in the garden. Claire's drinking tea on the side, so why don't you grab a snack and have her play?

"Really?"

"Oh."

Welt's eyes shine when he hears that Feniche is returning flying around people with my use.

I really like Maris, but you also like brans and animals.

When I was thinking of Blanc and Feniche and the others who were going to deal with Welt, who would happily reach out and not be more than full, my son, who stood up well, was speaking to Maris.

"Maris. I'll be there in a minute, just wait!

"I hope you take your time"

When I heard the reply, I also exhaled ho at my rushed son. During that time, I stopped on the way and looked back at Welt's "I'll be right back! To the word," Maris drops her shoulder disappointingly.

Serving as a vibrant welt playmate seems to be hard, even on dry adds.

Well, he's just pulling blood from Grandpa, Father and me, and Welt's strength is bottomless, and he's highly physically capable...

There are only a few opponents that can play until that kid is satisfied, so Maris really deals with them more often.

Since Master Gray's crowning ceremony is near, I haven't been able to come home much lately and play Welt's opponent, so I guess I miss the extra Maris.

I still think this is bad.

We should be able to have a consolidated holiday next year, so we plan to take everyone inside the elves and into the land of dragons by then.

Still, Maris got a lot more emotional when I tried this...

I guess that young lad caught me. "It's a good thing," he whines in his heart when he sees the dripping maris, but if anything is going to appear on his face here, he gets annoyed with Gucci, so keep his strange face pierced.

But how tired I am today, I got a grudge from Maris, who gave me a face. I got a glance.

"Can't your son handle it?"

"Maris is my favorite. What's with all this? Well, people's lives are short, so take a big look at them. I'll be big soon, and now it's the only time I'm forced to play."

"... tell that to the other spirits"

To Maris, who told them to babysit in the dark, I smile vaguely and mislead.

If I ask, they'll take it easy on me.

But.

On the day I asked for a free-handed Lafar, if I didn't think I could see him, I'd have gone inside the elves. I can't believe this. The delicate Tierra can't get out strong, even if she's a child opponent, so I can't scold Welt running around over there and he falls too harrowed, and Fiamma throws him like a Celery as soon as he gets bothered, and the other day he starts using his big moves with a good mind that he can be praised for leading up to Albione, so he just accidentally destroyed the well behind the mansion.

That's why my family is begging me not to babysit them.

By the way, Claire is pregnant with a second child, so she declines.

Leave it to Ballado to breathe overbeautified memorabilia, and Seniors Ljeci and Sana are out of the question because together they were scolded by Senior Leo for plotting a prank around.

Senior Leo is busy because, on top of the pile of work, he will keep an eye out for Seniors Ljeci not to make fun of him.

Mr. Richter is at work and has me going a little far.

Ironically, Maris can be the most common sense and caring for those who are currently free, this is it.

Thinking about it, will my men be okay...

No. It makes me sad, so let's not think deeply.

There shouldn't be a problem because it's going around so well.

I give Maris a letter from Julia to distract her from the indescribable reality that the former Demon King is definitely more harmless than a few of her men.

"... more than that. I just got a letter from Julia. I hear the last one woke up safe."

"Say it first."

I breathe a small breath into Maris, who began to read the letter from my hand.

Ten years ago, I wondered what to do when Julia started saying "I want to bet on the same possibilities" when she learned about Maris' death and resurrection, but in conclusion, that worked out well for both of them.

Initially, I said no because there was a lot of uncertainty and Julia had a bad time risking her life.

Then I even told another brave man I was going to ask him to do me a favor, and by the time I made my decision to do it, I had one stuffing involving my compatriots who lived in hiding...

I managed to fit round, so let's just say it's a good memory now.

Currently, they live as just dry ads in the woods where the elves are.

They are quite comfortable in the shame of the elves and the holy trees, and the letter I received earlier said that the last of my compatriots, purified by the power of the holy knife, woke up.

The news is a great pleasure.

Just as I was pleased with the good news I wrote from Julia, she refused to return to her compatriots, and Maris, who chose to stay at home, is pleased with their safety.

The wrinkles that had been carved between the brows soothed as I proceeded to read, and a small grin appeared on Maris's mouth.

When I look at the happy expression, I remember when I was supposed to slash Julia and the others at the end of the discussion.

Maris, who listened, was disguised as indifferent, but seemed very anxious.

"I can't wait to worry" was written on my face when I heard about my fellow countrymen who, with the help of an elf, were revived as seedlings where the dry ads lived, but who were not awake because of their weak original powers.

He looked terribly relieved when he heard that everyone was moving near the elves for those who remained asleep.

I don't know what to say, but I guess Julia and her compatriots were important companions to Maris to protect.

And the thought is still in Maris' chest.

"- Do you want to go back to your people?

If you ask Maris that, staring at a letter from Julia with a face seeping with joy and loneliness, her emerald-like eyes reflect me.

In its beautiful eyes, there was a sense of homecoming, anxiety and fear.

".............................. no. Not yet."

After thinking plenty, Maris slowly shook her neck to the side.

I want to go back, but I guess I'm scared because I don't know if they'll accept me.

Julia says Maris used to live with his countrymen, but strangely, everyone said he forgot about it.

Since I defeated Maris in Agricult, he has remembered the existence of one person, one more person and him, so I'm guessing that Brainwashing or similar skills were the ability of the Demon King, but the truth is uncertain. But if you think about what Maris used to say about "abandoning everyone," you're pretty sure you used that power to erase your presence from everyone and embark on a journey.

And because of the guilt of abandoning the path of life with everyone, Maris is still unable to return to Julia and the others.

I know both Maris and Julia and her brothers, but I couldn't wait to hear about it.

It is Julia's view that there is currently no one in his clan who would have the qualities to be king again, given life as a dry ad, and probably would not be born. Somehow, they feel that way.

For now, Julia is in the shape of a delegate, but we all look forward to the return of the King, and we all look forward to the day Maris returns.

But the decade seems long and short.

Looks like we need some time now to get back to our people over the guilt and all sorts of grids that Maris has had since the Demon King era.

- I hope you get home soon.

Where the beloved should be, waiting.

The life expectancy of the dry ads, the spirits of the trees, is long, so I may not be able to see the moment.

Fortunately, though, I have a son Welt who is nostalgic for Maris.

I plan to take a look at her and tell her about this when she grows up.

Even if I die, Welt does.

Even if that time does not come within Welt's life, his child.

Someday one of the descendants who will draw Aginis' blood will see Maris off.

Until then, you can spend time in this house.

As we spend time in this noisy and warm place, the wounds heal and the day comes when our will to return home will be consolidated.

"Well, when I get back to you now, there's no one to take care of Welt, so you're gonna have to slow down a little bit at my house."

If I joked and told him so, the wrinkles between Maris' eyebrows came back to life.

Since Claire's pregnancy was discovered, I hear Welt has been taking more and more feet to Maris, and I guess she's tired.

"I refuse to take care of Welt"

"The unworkable, the inedible. Think of it as a meal bill. The soil Tierra's finishing up, the water in Albione would be delicious, wouldn't it? Even holy water can be drunk in the shame of your mother, and even in the rainy season, if you ask Rafael, you can turn the clouds aside and let the sun shine. Isn't that great?"

……

To cite the advantages of being at home, the expression slightly breaks whether there is a verse that comes to mind.

But I honestly don't like being a playmate.

"And more importantly, if you stay at home, you don't have time to get bored."

"... I don't deny that"

"Right? Plus if you're given a special weapon for your next birthday, you'll start working out obsessively. When that happens, Grandpa, Father and Jin will deal with each other. The castle people are arguing more incandescently than themselves or us about whether to let them inherit the Holy Spear or the Holy Knife."

"You're the free ones. As long as I envy you."

"Peace is good."

Even as I slap my hatred, I sneak down my chest to Maris, who seems happy to know Welt's caretaker is about to end.

I'm not lying.

Master Gray will be installing a special weapon for Welt, who will be five on his next birthday.

Because I'm old enough to be given my first spear by my grandfather, Master Gray seems to be in the mood, and he has a variety of materials available to me. I also feel like I'm just trying to distract my frustration with my unexpected subordinates by putting them on material collection, but my son will have no problem because he's looking forward to a gift from Master Gray as well.

Lute, who is in the finance department, will cry, but I just have to ask His Highness Gray to take it up and do her best because she was able to marry Lord Seregeira safely.

I think about my son's future as I join hands in my heart with Lute, who will eat the most.

As much as I'm worried about turning it into a knife or a spear now, Welt will start working out as quickly as I do.

When that happens, you can take your son to the castle and leave him at the workout, just like Grandpa and Father used to, and I can stand him between jobs, so Maris seems to be able to take his time.

Well, there's over six months until Welt's birthday...

Maris will soon be aware of that fact, too.

But soon Claire's stomach will grow, and there are signs that Theon is likely to bring troubles soon. I still need Maris' help.

I'm in a bad mood and it's hard when I'm caged in a tree in the main body, so I'll try to get my mother to send me a stroke of holy water while I'm back home with my father to the Grand Temple of Agricult. For Maris today, the holy water that the Virgin prays and creates for the gods is a treat, so I'm sure the frustration will calm down too.

... or I'll be in trouble if you don't.

I prayed that I wouldn't notice until the holy water arrived, and I thought to myself in the days to come when there was going to be a commotion.