"Then we are this hole"
"Well, I asked you there, Rose. Nong and the others go the other way. Dorothy, follow me."
"Yes."
Richt, Rose and Faelice drop off the Arias in front of a single hole.
It's usual for Richt and Faelis to have to get together, but this time the distance is somewhat close.
With the momentum it took, it was sticking perfectly next to Richter.
"Oh, you know, Faelice! I think I've been entrusted next door this time......!
"Is that next to the right? Neighbor left?"
"Huh!? Well, that's - which one is it? Mr. Richt."
"I don't know..."
The gaze of Faelice and Rosé.
In response to that question, there is nothing that can be said from Richt.
The word "left next door" means asking for a follow up if it comes to battle.
Both Faelice and Rosé have mistaken it for what it means to be physical.
"Rosé is next door to the right. I'm next door to the left. That solves it."
"Right, right"
"... No, you haven't solved it. It's so hard to move."
State pressed with considerable force from both sides.
I only got the feeling that it was just out of the way.
If Richt can't move properly, neither can Rosé exert his original power.
It is a formation that no one gains.
"Leave it to me, Mr. Richt! If we stay this close, we can absolutely protect you!
"Take care of yourself, too"
"- Ahhh!
Richt gently slaps Pessin and Rosé on the head.
Watching Rosé from the usual, there was a lot I was talking about on the assumption of sacrificing myself.
Is the spirit of working hard for someone - engraved deeply into genes?
Otherwise, you won't be able to put your life in the hands of others so far.
'Cause dying in front of you is pretty hard.'
"Li, Mr. Richt......! You don't think that much of me..."
Rosé rushes to hide her mouth.
Instead of forcing his mouth to close, his eyes are even wider open.
The one who had such a symmetrical look with Rosé - is Faelice.
"... Mr. Richt. You didn't seem spicy at all when I died."
"Faelice is... I don't know, the - sorry"
"-Nothing!?"
Against Faelice.
Richt considers various excuses, but at the end of the day he was to give up and apologize honestly.
Not that I've gotten used to seeing it, but when I see the niggling face of the moment of death, the feeling of fear prevails over the feeling of worry.
"Okay, Mr. Richt. I'll rethink it a little bit."
"Right. Good."
Don't even think about it.
"Fairis is on his way."
"Ha, you have a different attitude...!
between then proceeding to the back of the hole.
Faelice was next to the earned left and was whining about the complaining all the time.