Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

A fierce earthquake runs into Wang Du -!

A man who was supposedly dead. Certainly a demon who should have crusaded. Vols V. Harold appeared in the capital again.

At the end of the New Year's festival, guests were only fortunate to be returning home, but it is the difficulty of this issue that they cannot rejoice in raising their hands.

Is there still a presence of obvious harm to the royal family...

It was also an inexorable story that one of the royal families was exasperated on the occasion of the countermeasures conference. Anyway, Eastwind's nostalgia, more importantly, was infiltrated by 'The Vorus'. Vauls on the outer roads, heretic children of the Harold family, and facial stains of Easwind. There were countless words cursing him, all of which contained fear and fright.

"A covenant with evil gods. Development of Prohibited Arts. Human experiments with purchased slaves, huh? You can do whatever you want, this guy."

"Right. I'm crazier than Dr. Eru."

"That's what's up there..."

Is it a coincidence, or is it due to the magic of Vauls, the January 4th Grand Feria swirling in black clouds in the sky?

At the Royal Gran Feria School, one of the symbols of the Advanced District, Abel and Valerie were interested in public discourse as they glanced over the roster.

"But... You're a little too screwed in the head, aren't you? Even though the Knights and the quality of their skills are better than they used to be."

"Oh. Where Rottle is now back, it won't be a menacing threat"

"Yet everyone freaked out"

"Pity."

The red-haired and chestnut-haired boys in uniform turned their faces toward the royal castle that they were indignant or missed, and roared as they read the roster again.

"Is the level 210? I know you raised it a long time ago, but you're clearly inferior to a brave man."

"I don't know why the old men panic so much. I think you overestimate the bad guys."

"Right. I think so too."

Because of the omnipotence and prejudice of the young man, the two of them watched things sweetly.

I don't know if it's Vols or Harold, but what can an antique-like wizard do? The magical world may have been feared as a daily advance, a 'bad wizard' in the past, but it is visible that it does not work where it now comes out.

In the first place, it is foolish to serve this time of year. Show yourself at the beginning of the year when the famous AUTO generals will gather from all over the place, etc. - it is a foolishness that I am not just asking you to crusade.

Just like that chaos dragon noise was, it'll sink in the end soon.

The two men, who only know the person Vols V. Harold by story and information, were utterly insulting about the wizard, who was even called 'Disaster'.

... they should have thought better. Why are royal aristocrats and famous warriors causing a sense of crisis? In times of war, we go to the Royal School, which also becomes a shelter, why are we gathering children? Young people should have listened to the advice of the old men, the adults.

"Early in the New Year, it's also a hard story that you're caged in school... hmm?

"What's going on?

"No, there... look, what is that? We're headed to the school labyrinth."

"What? Oh, it's true! S, slime!?

Boys looking for extra hippos and something that looks interesting, even though they say they are in the same situation as during the war.

They soon found something odd outside the window and let their eyes shine with curiosity.

"A demon summoned by Vols and the others? Or are you a demon?

"Fine. Right there. Let's go and make sure."

"Oh, yeah"

The two laughing like pranksters jumped right out of an empty classroom window on the ground floor and followed after a golden slime.

The two of them followed, never noticing the ominousness of the dark clouds swirling overhead.

A. P was in a hurry.

When it was too late as it was, I was rushing downstairs, downstairs.

A P that moves the body made of mucus and goes on through the school labyrinth to slip. Whether magic is being turned on the defense of the entire school, the labyrinth is a simple structure, with no demons or traps present.

A. P was a freshly sprouted intelligence and considered this fortunate. I can make it with this. I even felt delighted that I was on time, and A. P. just went for the deepest part.

"...... m"

But twenty floors underground. Behind the large room stretched, there were those who stood in his way.

"What are you? It's unusual for demons to enter the king's capital."

A red-haired knight in full body armor, laughing invincibly with a confident face.

His name, Lance about his height, is Valerie Dantrick.

The young Paladin, who burned the mind-blowing spirit, stood in front of the door leading downstairs and scorched for strange soft creatures.

"I don't care why. Let's take him down first. Analysis and reasoning."

A little boy who shows a spare attitude just like Valerie.

Abel Kurtoni is the chestnut-haired "Wizard" who hand-plays wands like a conductor stick (tact).

Paying for the soot of a feathered robe from the top of his uniform, Abel passed magic through his wand.

"... m, m"

The pair of A and P had shown just a little stray.

I wasn't willing to fight him, but the boys aren't. It will soon jump to A P and drain foreign objects that have broken into the school.

Considering its own appearance, it was difficult to persuade, and there was no such time. I didn't mind, but A.P. decided to use his powers to cut through this place.

"I have no grudges against you, but is this a must too? Let me push through '

"" Become!?

The golden slime turned into a human form when I wondered if Lingtai's voice sounded.

A skinhead Phantom similar to a hero's naked statue. He moves his squeezed muscles and drives them on a golden trajectory.

"Ugh, that's too good!

Was it something like the elite of the Royal School that was able to recover instantly from the upset and intercept the running A/P.

But it wasn't nice not to use too many skills in a hurry. Though it has taken the form of a person, the opponent is a slime of mucus. Lance, who slapped him on the sidelines, did not do any damage, but on the contrary was used as a fulcrum for the counterattack.

'Mmm!'

"Whoa!?

The muscles of A and P were not only shaped. With more force than it seemed, A.P. even lifted the heavily armed Valerie with ease and tried to throw it straight onto the wall.

But...

"[Flame Sphere]!

"What!?

Valerie was engulfed in flames by flame balls released by Abel.

To the high heat that boils the mucus, not only does A. P let go of his hand, but it lags back to slip.

"Gu, ah..."

The fallen Valerie raised her faint voice and stopped tickling.

The smell of black burnt meat fills the area...

'... you do a lot of terrible things. You must be my friend, he is.'

"Right. But it was a good decoy."

"Ugh..."

A P was feeling threatened by a chestnut-haired boy laughing boringly with cold eyes.

I thought you were an elite boy, and I didn't know you were a fighting machine trying to burn demons from each of your people.

A P approaches the Flame Manipulating Wizard, a natural enemy to mucus, without alarm.

"Are you willing to get close and melt? Damn, the one with the slime is do-it-yourself...... [Flame Wall]!

"Uh-oh!?

Prior to the main body, all the tentacles that were running into the cobblestone gap were burned out.

A part of his body was evaporated into a bursting circle of flames, and A P gave him a distressed look.

"Valerie's a fool, too. It's common sense that slime has flame magic."

"Gu! There is!!

Every time Abel waves his wand, the firepowder strikes, and the flame runs.

The serpent is also followed by a similar flame, and the body of A. P. gets a little smaller...

"That's enough. Now that's a toddle!

"... can't help it, can you?"

Surrounded by a wall of flames, A P finally caught up in the soot of the room, ready to close his eyes.

I have no choice. I told myself that this was something I had no choice about - breaking through the impending flames and pushing Abel in a straight line.

"Heh, ha...!?

Positive fists were punched into the gala-empty torso, and Abel opened her eyes and stiffened.

The young "Wizard" trembles fine as it stands, unable to even make its way around the shock to excess.

'There must not be such things as me being the potion hurting people... but it is an emergency. Forgive me, boy.'

"Ah, ah...?

Pulling through Abel's fist, A P turned toward the exit.

The wall of flames disappeared, the boys fell into inaction, and now there is nothing to hold back A. P. Still driven by an indelible sense of impatience, A.P. tried to go downstairs again...

'... what?

For a moment, I gave a frightened look to the metal mass that grew out of my chest.

Gaps because there was no pain - a red-haired boy infused his full magic into the blanks of the moment that arose.

"Ohhhhhhhh!! [Flame Lance]!!

'Become, then, fool!?

What A P, looking back, saw was a red-haired boy who was supposed to have fallen.

Still raising white smoke from his entire body, Valerie grabbed Lance, who stabbed him in the back of A. P., changing the mood of the rips to flames.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The heat is irradiated from the inside and the entire body of A/P. boils up.

The instantly boiling A/P evaporated so that it could play, losing the majority of its body.

"Hey, man. Why... '

The only remaining face was wondrously distorted, and A. P. roared to squeeze it out.

Valerie, who was breathing roughly instead of wand Lance, reacted to the voice and spit her grumpy sticky spit.

"Don't play with the durability of Paladin. Abel's. You can't die of magic."

"Huh. I'm telling you, you've been down a long time."

As Valerie was waving the potion from her head, Abel came from behind it.

He was still holding his abdomen down spicy, but there seemed to be no obstacle to the exercise of magic, and there was a gentle light of [heels] in his hands.

"I have... things to do..."

"Are you still alive?"

"It's a bump."

Eventually fully recovered, the two pointed their wands and lance at A P, which snapped into the cobblestone like a stain.

A. P. was whining about something as he gasped, losing his golden light.

"The Lowest Layer... Lost Life... Evil... Ooh..."

"Hmm? What do you want to say?"

"Don't lend me your ears. That's okay, Todome."

"Oh......"

There is no mercy for demons. The two activated their skills, and the magical flames evaporated A and P without a trace.

Faced by the stench of apples that could get into the large room, Abel and Valerie turned their shoulders, for Christ's sake.

"Huh, you struggled a little"

"A little? Yes, I could afford it."

"Well said."

While traveling to the portal beside the stairs, the boys teared each other up and poked at each other.

This is the end of a little spare time. I knocked down the demons that snuck inside the school, and I could do some talking seeds. Later it would be nice to go back to class and chat with your classmates. That's what they thought, and they reached out to the light of the portal...

"Speaking of, I wonder what it was. What about the deepest part?"

"... yeah"

To Valerie's whining, Abel often thought about it.

Demon bullshit (shit). Falsehood at death. It wasn't something I usually deserved to think about, but now Granferia was in the midst of an anomaly.

"Shall we go check it out? Whatever it is, I think it should be reported to the administrator."

"No, that guy knows everything about school. Yes... well, he's a hippo anyway. Let's go."

"Oh."

Thus they decided to change the destination of the portal and head to the deepest part of the school labyrinth.

- Without knowing what was waiting there, the boys moved to the bottom of the earth.

Left on the twentieth floor underground were the silence, the scent of apples and the remnants of the battle, and -.

There are those who affirm that it was Vauls V. Harold who made Easwind grow as a magical power.

Some praise him (or) for being the great man who made the great leap in Easwind's magic system.

But his assault was something everyone turned away from. Wizards who took their lives, bewitched them, and consumed them with curiosity, were spoken of today (in Konko) as lunatics, treacherous men.

'That's unpleasant. The path that leads to the sanctuary is trampled and vandalized with a lowly foot.'

Fallen from his exploratory heart to the guidance of the Underworld, the Master of Court Magic held his breath in the presence of ten holy swords, a hundred magic.

Its body was purified to the point of a piece of the cell, and its soul was allowed to disappear without straying.

There can be no resurrection. It's impossible to show up again.

Even so, it was - that Vauls re-emerged into Granferia.

'Only the chosen one can stand on this occasion. Don't you think so, ancestor?

"You're a scum. It's a disgrace to my blood.

In the deepest part of the school labyrinth, in the room where Dungeon Core was housed, two great wizards were confronted.

One was Vols V. Harold, a Phantom who made the King's Capital noisy.

And the other is Ramiel L. "Harold," the first director of the school.

The two were prestigious people in the Hall of Fame, the Harold family. And that's also why Vols was resurrected.

'They say things that don't hold up. This is how I respect you. You who protect the sanctuary... and you who created soul magic! Hehe, hehe...... thanks to this I was thus freed from my flesh (bites). It took me a while to resume my activities, but now... oh, now I feel really clear'

'I despise you. I'm going to die of rage considering a man like you is in the offspring!

'That's it. It's an honor, ancestor.'

An indignant little fat gentleman and an old man like a dead tree laughing sadistically.

Fluffy, fluffy and floating in the air, the two were, so to speak, the only beings of the soul and what could be termed the ghost of a semi-entity.

Leaving the flesh will overcome old age and death and allow them to live for decades and centuries. Soul magic developed by Ramiel was one of the ultimate magics, and fearing abuse, he didn't teach anyone, but disappeared into the back of the school labyrinth - his descendants had arrived at the exact same magic from just a few hearsay.

On the contrary, he also seems to know about the 'sanctuary'. As the administrator of the school labyrinth and guardian of the sanctuary, Ramiel felt a strong fear for Vols' words and deeds.

"My soul should have been wiped out! It must have been purified from body to body by the Virgin! Yet why!"

'If you think about it a little bit, you'll see. It was divided into two parts. I split it it up and hid it. Isn't that a simple story?'

'What...!?

Leon screams as soon as he perceives the Phantom's purpose and waits in the deepest depths of the school labyrinth.

In contrast, Ramiel leaked his astonishment at Vols' words, which he had answered in advance.

Separate souls. Split the soul. Reasonably, it's simple, but realisation requires the body to endure the kind of pain that is amputated.

Ramiel, who knew about it as the developer of soul magic, once again thought of the madness of his descendants.

"Dr. Leon. We must no longer hesitate. Do it, even. '

"... ok"

Thinking of Vauls' sinfulness and a sinister face, Ramiel gave instructions to Leon, who was behind him.

Vauls, who looked interesting to see how it was, called out to tickle his spine with a joyful face.

What do you do? With that injury. What will Dr. Leon, a full-blown creator, do for me?

"Don't be shy, chemistry. I can tell now..."

'Oh well! You're gonna blow up Dungeon Core!

"Huh!!

Vauls, who said the answer in a deliberate manner, looked delightfully at Leon, who had stopped moving.

Those dark, vain eyes - shaking away the evil that teased his heart - like he was foreseeing everything, Leon laid his hands on a dungeon core resting on a pedestal.

'Good idea. Seal me on every floor and ramble the magic I sucked up from the ground vein in it. Not even me can do this. But is that okay? Your life and the lives of the great pioneers... and above all, your precious dungeon core will be lost. Did you forgive me for that up there?

"No. That's why I came here alone. Before it's too late. Before the curtain of tragedy rises."

"Wonderful! Serving at the expense of us! Judgment till cold! You will be sacrificed as a hero after death......!

Leon didn't even try to hide his feelings of scorn in the Vols staring at the universe as a trance.

I can't believe this guy used to be the chief of court magic -!

It wasn't something I could stand Leon for being more patriotic than a crowd. In the same vein, Ramiel was bitter that such a Phantom was in the offspring.

"Dr. Leon! Just do it! I'll be all right anytime!

"Okay. I'm ready too...... ok"

'... sorry...!

The use of the labyrinth's self-destruct function requires the approval of the administrator and the operation of an outside party.

Ramiel alone can't use this feature. Even if we were to defeat Vorus this way, we had to involve one of them.

They were heartbroken by the impudence of having to choose the last resort - leaving even the sentiments behind to focus their consciousness on Dungeon Core.

"Ho."

In the deepest part of the school labyrinth, where he began to ring, Voorus still laughed with plenty of room.

He put his arms around him just to see how he was doing, and stared slightly at Leon and Ramiel, hand-playing the scepter of the human bone.

This is your graveyard.

"Let's sleep together. Be the lid that seals the sanctuary - '

Is there some kind of reversal? Or are you aiming for a gap?

In contrast to Vorus, the two of them gave the expression of death a ghost wondering if they were going to stay alert until the end.

In the wake of that rugged gaze, Vols laughed again...

'No, it's great. I didn't think educators would stop students from sacrificing themselves.'

"... what?

In a playful motion, Vols slips the universe to the side.

A blurry robe hangs on, reveals behind him as he pulls a curtain - and the Leons will see an unexpected presence.

"Dr. Leon?

"With the first director of the school...... who is it, that person?

(Shit...... Huh!

Were you induced or lost? Boys named Abel and Valerie, who didn't even notice the caretaker approaching them, whether the Vols did jamming magic.

Leon knows well too. They were between Dungeon Core with a decent face - in the suicide bombing junction.

What's wrong with you? When's the explosion?

Voorus' face, mocking at the dullness, was a victory for whoever saw it.

Come on, what do we do? Do you involve a boy who knows nothing? Do you make sacrifices? Will it be an outside road if it is to defeat me?

Vols asking with his eyes. To a provocative attitude everywhere, but Leon can't even raise his curse.

I can't help it because of the educators. You can't kill a child because it's on the 'good' side. That's what you're thinking, now the Vols are exposed to defenselessness and approaching Dungeon Core,

- Don't insult me.

"What!?

Shortly afterwards, he will open his eyes in amazement.

"If I miss you, I will kill as many children as I used to. That number is not the ratio between the two."

"Do you determine the value of your life in numbers......!?

"Oh, yeah. Save more. I've decided that for a long time now."

"Aren't your godchildren cute!!

"Pretty. So let them pass away together"

"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah!!

Forget to fix it, shake your blush hair, and the Necromance-like Vorus looms.

But faster than that hand takes on Dungeon Core, Leon sends magic to Core -.

"Goodbye."

Great shameful.

Containing the gushing remorse with a sense of purpose, Leon slowly closed his eyes.

…… …… ... hmm?

Is it over? Has Dungeon Core exploded? Were you able to defeat that Phantom?

Leon felt slightly uncomfortable with it as consciousness continued to do so.

The moment of death accelerated his self-consciousness, saying that a moment could also be felt in perpetuity - but Leon opened his eyes, which had been closed, to a feeling that was clearly different from those things.

Then, in front of him, there was a Vauls who had shown a disastrous shape until earlier,

"... kuku"

It seemed strange, holding his mouth with his left hand.

"Become!?

Leon got stunned and too stiff.

Did you fail? No, the operation was unmistakable. You must have shed magic just like Ramiel taught you.

So why is Dungeon Core alive? What we live for. Vols is laughing at -.

'No way......!?

With understanding, Ramiel's face stained with despair.

Then Leon grasped the situation and quickly pulled the sword out.

'Huh... I had a hard time laughing. No, it was hilarious'

"Ku......!

Leon's sword was played with a swing of the wand.

The magic that followed brought Leon's body to life.

"Gu!"

"First!?

Leon slips down the floor like an orange letting himself go to the entrance to the room and rubbing away the wounds he sustained in last night's battle. Leon was smothered by too much pain and the students just screamed at the unrealistic sight.

"Well, let your ancestors sleep for a while."

"All the time......!

Something happens whenever the scepter of a human bone is shaken.

Watching Ramiel shake and disappear, Abel and Valerie intuitively understood that this place was under his control.

"Doctor, oh, what about him?

"To, run. Run and tell him. When Vols is here......!

"Vols......!

The old man laughing with his hands on Dungeon Core, the deepest part of the school labyrinth, was the great wizard who was making noise about the King's capital.

Extremely evil man after Royal overthrow. A rare generation of lunatics who should have been killed. A man who is about to be resurrected and again hostile to the royal family, was in this place now.

"No, because Vauls said his father was after the royal castle."

"Royal Castle?"

Vorth reacted oddly to Abel's weak words.

'The prince... no, is the king still afraid of me? Like a girl. Like a child trembling at suspicion. Are you seriously thinking that my aim is to be royal'

Valerie now threw the question at the old man, who held his mouth and grinned.

"You're not! You traitor! You murdered the royal family and confused the king's capital!

'No, I'm not. Oh, I don't think so. My aim is only one. My wish hasn't changed in forever, for years, for decades'

In front of Barrel Abel and Valerie, Vols opened his hands and raised his voice of joy.

"Here it is! The ancient labyrinth that sleeps in this basement is my wish. To get here, to take control of Dungeon Core, I did anything!

"Ancient Labyrinth...?

'You know it! At least the man knew! I was here like a keeper!

Ahead of what Vauls pointed out was Leon, who distorted his face in agony.

That I couldn't stop the intruder. that the student has learned the secret. Both of them were equally regrettable and intolerable again.

"Let's praise you for finding the ancient labyrinth where I kept my eyes on secrets. It is also commendable that we have broken the hidden magic of our clan and found our way to the bottom. But I won't allow you to lay your hands on anything that sleeps under here! This is mine! It belongs to the Harold family!!

"Will a clan of guardians conceal the owner...!

"In fact, I am the owner!!

Easwind's newest secret. The existence of the ancient labyrinth, revealed this year, has long been hidden by the Harold family.

The day will come when humans will eventually become stronger, physically and mentally, to help make this great labyrinth good. The first Harold, and Ramiel, who became the human pillar, so wished, kept hiding the ancient labyrinth.

Not for personal gain personal greed. Thought for Easwind, the historical lord of the Harold family should have kept this secret.

Yet why couldn't Vols bear it? How could he not have had enough patience to end his life as a protector?

Were all the appearances of the good youth of the young days false? Or did someone - instigate him?

'My God said. That there is everything here. When the great wisdom is asleep. He said he had the wisdom to unravel the world.

"I didn't expect to be truly flaunted by evil gods!

No, it's not.

Turning off the grin, Vorth, who had lost his emotions, groaned pompously.

'I found out. Let me see. That is a sight of a different world. Iron tank. Tease me to fly faster than a flying dragon. A bunch of transcendent weapons. Developed mechanical civilization. From a hole in the world, I was shown everything'

"~ ~ ~ ~!

Glimpsed into his cloudy eyes, the Leons trembled their spines.

Even though it's a madman's word, I can't feel false there. Even though it's a ruptured story, I can't detract from consciousness.

It's dangerous. If you keep up with the Vorus story, it'll cause a mental anomaly. Even so, the Leons, swallowed by the magic of Vols, could not move one.

'We must be strong! You must acquire [Physical Invalidity], master [EXTERMINATION (EXTERMINATION RAY)], and prepare for the forces of the other world! Destroy them before they shoot the final weapon! Before our world is ravaged, we will drive out the infidels! Our future lies ahead!! Hope is ahead of destruction!!

Shivering his eyes, Vorus spits and spits out his theories.

Leon had no more words. Valerie was in gold bondage and Abel was about to cry now.

This is the rare fiend (macaque) wizard, Vols V. Harold. The heretics, feared to destroy not only the flesh, but even the spirit of the adversaries, were still trying to lay their hands on the weak obstructors again in order to realize their ideals.

But...

"Hope is ahead of destruction." Makes me laugh '

"What the fuck!?

The smell of apples fluttered and filled the room.

The golden light lit up like tearing the dark night apart.

"It is no longer imperative for different worlds to come together. You will never be able to avoid collisions either. But not before the battle to wash blood with blood, but before reconciliation, there is a future '.

Appearing on the lowest level of the school labyrinth stained with the colour of despair was earlier, an A. P. that should have vanished.

The mucus man, who dyed his ambitious flesh into gold, confronts the wicked wizard and trumps his argument without fright.

"What do inferior creatures know!

I can tell. I know because I'm an inferior organism. Instinct tells us what to do '

"Horrible ahhh!!

A scepter of human bones is raised, and a blacker temper sprays from the body of the old man.

But the brilliant body of A. P. did not pass by willingly, and stood firmly on two legs to recieve this.

"Are you...?

Abel and the others, protected by the back of the golden Phantom, asked A. P. as if they were frightened.

"I'm A. P. Apple Potion, a potion raw in the world by virtue of honorable wishes and prayers'

"Potion......!?

Even Leon gave a stunned look at his incredible identity.

To them, A P is...

'Come on, drink me. Let me help you. Together we fight the world's threats'

"Ngu!?

A · P that extends the body of mucus like tentacles and pours potions into the mouths of Abels.

The golden liquid of scuffle was absorbed into the men's bodies, and all of it turned into power.

"Is this...!?

Leon raised his voice of surprise at the rising power.

Abel and Valerie accidentally clenched their fists at the dynamism that seemed to pop through their skin.

'Come on, let's go. If the doors of the ancient labyrinth are opened, this king's capital will be over. Stop him before he does. "

A P, who divided his body, pointed to the still distracting Vorth and made a breakthrough on the men.

"Doctor..."

"- Oh."

There is no longer a moment of respite.

Join forces of all and try to tailor Vorus here!

The odd party of teachers and students, artificial life forms, coming together for one purpose, was about to challenge the Great Wizard exactly now.

"All of you, you will spank the sanctuary with bone meat. Wow!!!!

"If it's something you can do..."

'Try it!!

The deepest part of the ringing school labyrinth.

In response to the magic of Vorus, his messenger awakens in all parts of the King's capital.

Avis Ant or the unnamed devil bumps into each other with the Knights of the Kingdom!

Thus, in a later life, the battle known as' The Second Vols Unrest 'was to open the curtain -.

Now, when the crisis was coming to Granferia and a spectacular drama was born, what the protagonist of the story was doing -.

"No, it was a peaceful New Year."

"... right"

He had taken to the hot springs in the sowing country and had sprinkled with a moon-sighted bath with his maid.

"Huh, the liquor is delicious. I knew Japan was the best."

"... Japan?

"Uh, no, no. That was Zipang. Ha-ha-ha."

An open-air bath rented out, with sake and knobs in a wooden barrel, and a toast to the night sky looking up at the moon.

Yumiel, soaked in water next to you, was fixing a little towel wrapped around his head and gently attracting the wooden barrel that was about to flow.

"Taka Hiro! You were here, I looked for you!

"Hey, Lou! Towel towel!"

"Ooh, let's go, balls!

"No, stop it! Ah! Don't pull your tail!

Eventually the busy girls came to the open-air bath to brighten up the last night of New Year's Eve.

"There's a gap!

"Yikes!?

"Buuuuuu!?

Lootoo showed off his young limbs and strained them against the front of the algae.

Hinageshi took the towel of the caol, and the noble daiichi sprayed liquor on his dewy body.

"... yeah"

And Yumiel nodded slightly,

"Peace,"

Somewhere satisfied, he exhaled a white breath into the night sky.

- Precious people who enjoy peace between the bundles.

It was not until they returned to the King's Capital and moved forward with 'A Home Half-Drawn in the Aftermath of the Rapture of the Vols Usager' - a little further ahead.