At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Ha... ha... lol, another bottle, it's..."

He lays down his sword even as he shorts his breath and speaks to Lowe.

My arms are already heavy and my thoughts are a little dull, but I still haven't moved my body enough.

But when Lowe looked at me like that and sighed small, he put away the sword he had erected.

"Your Majesty, let's finish around here."

"Say what... usually... say another one..."

"Yeah, usually. But your majesty doesn't seem to be in much today."

I still want to go on and ask without lowering my sword, but I get a stern return.

I reluctantly harbor my sword myself, feeling a little tired of drawing stars.

At the same time, it made me harder to stand, and I dropped my hips.

He seemed pretty overheated, and he was more tired than he thought.

As soon as I was distracted, I suddenly lost my strength in my body.

"I said I was in... I didn't... I don't know, heat... I was in..."

"I didn't have a heart"

"Ha ha... indeed..."

I usually end up sparing time, but I wanted to run out of room today to keep working out.

Because he wanted to stop thinking, Lowe's pointing it out.

I'm sure I won't be doing anything where I kept working out in this mood.

Too many wasted moves at such a tiring point in the first place.

"Ha... Master, about... let me sweeten you... please..."

"I'm a master, so I don't want you to be unnecessarily sweet."

"Tough... well, so far... you dated me, at the point... sweet,"

Protesting Rowe also got rushed away.

It's just not weird, considering the usual rows, that a few more rows are flying in.

Given that you've been pale with me today, you're not making me sweet at that point.

I know that there, of course, but I still wanted you to hang out a little more if you could.

But this one's out of breath, and Rowe just breathes a little. Is that normal?

Even if he wasn't as mindless as he said, his body was still moving for real.

Unlike usual, there would certainly have been a lot of waste, but even so, it would have worked quite well.

Seeing places like this, I still feel inferior to them.

At the same time that I'm proud of that, I still regret being shown off like this.

If it's a battle that puts everything on the instant, even if it's the opponent, it's still just for a moment.

I do not extend to them who live in that realm at all times. I'd like to stand next to you if I could.

At least I want to be to the point where my master says I have no complaints.

"It would be caused by the example. Then I will also proceed as a minister. Rest."

"Ha... right, yeah, I'm off"

I managed to catch my breath, so I couldn't stand up and nod at Lowe's words.

The truth is, I didn't plan to train with Rowe today.

But in an attempt to dissipate my frustration, I rescheduled and asked her to go out with me.

I wouldn't normally do that, and even if I did, I wouldn't naturally do anything other than lol.

Uncle of a knight I've been counting on since I was a young boy, so it's like what I asked for.

Because he's a tough and gentle master to me.

I would have liked to have done a little more if I had said all I could, but I was still very distracted thanks to what I had done so far.

It's not completely refreshing, but I can normally talk to Sister Inai about this when I face to face.

I'm going to talk about the cause of the rash, so I think I'm going to hit back again for a little while...

"Your Majesty, your anger persists this time."

"Something about that. Well, it doesn't usually seem like it's going to last when you're angry."

"It won't last. As far as I can remember, Your Majesty doesn't get mad inside in the first place"

"I don't think so... well, I don't like to get angry."

I'm human, too. I get angry and sad.

I usually just suppress them as kings, and sometimes I can't stand what's going on.

I just can't get anything out of my stomach that doesn't feel right this time because of a slightly different type of anger.

"Huh, I can't do it. Your Majesty, as the forerunner of your life, let me tell you one good way to dissolve it."

"Hey, Rowe, let me ask you something."

Lowe said something funny when he sighed small, so he listens back in depth today.

Then he smiled niggardly and opened his mouth in an unusual way as well.

"It's going to be sweet on my favorite lynn, blubber boy. Sweet to your lovely wife and make it a couple's problem, not your own. He'll respond."

"Uh, yes, no, but I do. I don't like this kind of story to refine..."

I rush back to say what I'm suddenly going to say.

But he continued without my reply.

"Is your woman in love a woman you can't even share that much with? You've been thinking about a woman to that extent for over a decade? Don't underestimate my apprentice. He's the one who endured my rubbish."

"- Yeah, right. Yes, I was. She's my chasing back."

She's my admirer. That's why I don't want her to look too unusual.

But it's not. My master tells me to be unusual.

He told me to show myself that I wasn't dressed up till hours and that I wouldn't be talking about it right now.

"Thank you. Master. I'll talk to her for a moment."

"Yeah, definitely. And try harder to be a child."

"... Lowe, do it to the end, Master."

"Before the Master, I am His Majesty's, Knight of Umr."

The slightly nibbly face remained intact and it felt like I had done it.

He goes back to his room, thanking him for his slight dissatisfaction, and walks inside feeling signs that Refine is there.

"Bulbe, come back -"

"I'm home, Refine"

Answer the eating mood against the greeting words and hold her as you go.

She said, "Huh?" I was surprised for a moment, but he immediately turned his arm around his back and hugged me back.

"Tired, blubber. You've been working harder than usual lately, haven't you? Tired of boulders?

"Yeah, right, I guess I'm a little tired. 'Cause I'm not used to it."

"Haha, right. Bulbe seemed grumpy these days. If you made it a blubber you don't like to be angry with, that's all you got tired of, isn't it?

"... did you look that angry?

"How long do you think we've been dating? I don't care what you think."

My face gets a little hot with the pompous and the refined words I say as I slap my head.

I mean, it didn't fix anything.

"What's wrong? Look, Lynn, talk to your sister."

"I'm older, Refine."

"I'm talking about my mental age. I'm sweeter than you, Bulbe. I'm your sister."

"Phew, you certainly can't argue with anything today when they say that."

Shame also disappears from her sloppy words, and she restocks them so that they are honestly sweet.

I miss this feeling a little. This is what she looked like when she made me cry a few times.

"Long time no see, there's a guy out there selling fights to Uml"

"Heh, look at Uml's situation these days, there's still a guy like that"

"Because it's Uml these days, I guess."

"Out of the way?

She leans her neck and puts her head on my shoulder while holding me tight.

"... there are people who enslave orphans and sell them."

"- - Within Umr?

A human in his arms switched to something different in an instant.

I know. I didn't tell her about this because I knew it would happen.

Because she's an orphan, and she's still heartbroken by the orphans she's born to.

"No, it's not Uml. We're talking about another country."

"Yeah... so why does Bulbe care about that country?

"They tried to come and sell their slaves to Umr. Besides, I made the slaves' identity cards in my own country."

Umr has no slavery. That's why I can't blame another country for having that system.

I don't care, but mouthing for that reason is no different than being obsessive.

So until now, I kept my mouth shut. I kept my mouth shut, but something happened that didn't work that way.

I had them issue a slave ID to see how the slaves held up in their own country.

But when it comes to identity cards, it seems that the slaves have no freedom after all.

He went inside Umr with that ID and tried to sell slaves inside Umr.

There's a lot of money in Uml right now. I guess I thought it would be a good market.

But slavery is forbidden in Umr, and if you do that, it's a natural crime.

I immediately captured the facts when they were discovered, but regret that there are children who have not been found late.

Is it alive or not? At least you're not out of the country.

We used different border gates when we put slaves in everything we were prepared to do, and when we left.

As soon as I had at least admitted my children in a group, I realized that some of them had escaped because of the difference until I realized the strangeness of the human flow entering the country.

And they're still using Umr, even though it happened.

The streets of Umr are more widely maintained than in other countries, and the safety on the road is out of step.

So it was good that the slaves were issued with identity cards, and they were used as passageways to transport the slaves safely.

Advertise as if we were allowing slaves.

It's just that nominally more than ID cards are issued to the kids, they're kids from other countries.

Even if they are essentially slaves, there is nothing they can do about it unless they themselves try to take refuge.

I hope you're at least in custody, but the children are at the end of even being frightened by the words of the guards at the gate.

Without the energy to escape, the children will not be able to flee under such conditions.

"Long time ago, they sold me angry fights"

"The journey. What's the other country saying?

"My country doesn't give permission to do that. I don't feel like I'm going against the great Umr."

"You know, I know I'm being rude."

"Yeah, what I'm saying is impotent, but still not ostensibly hostile. They even told me that they don't mind a severe punishment for bringing in slaves and selling them in the country."

I mean, I don't need a slave trader who hit bad, but I'm going to let him make money so he doesn't hit bad.

How much of the forehead that sold slaves goes into the nostalgia of the country makes chest shit worse.

Biting her teeth off and letting her anger blow back, she suddenly pulled me apart and cuddled her head all the time.

"Ri, refine?

"Thanks. You cared about me, didn't you? I'm an orphan. But I'm fine. I know Burbe's working hard. Trying not to make kids like us."

"... well, if you can, it's better not to have an orphan."

"But, you know, that's why I don't think the blubber should crumble, and I think we're all in trouble if it's not as usual. So let's get more distracted for a time like now. You don't have to worry about me."

He is caressed in the back of his head so as to gently soothe the child.

Her tender voice makes her breath close to her ear.

"Not yet as queen, I've just been pissed off by all sorts of people, but Brube's wife wants to stay strong. I'm trying. I want to stay where my husband is at peace."

"Refine..."

That's very sweet, a sweet invitation I can't resist.

Thoughts stop altogether and just hold her as instincts want.

"Good day, Bulbe. Heh heh, kinda cute."

I feel a little embarrassed, but let's not worry about it now.