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Banjaman Bekaale is walking with me.

A deep sense of despair was capturing him.

It is moral that I kicked up such a banjaman's ass later.

"Hey, do what!?

Seeing a banjaman with an angry look, Moral has absolutely nothing to cower about.

On the contrary, he harshly reprimanded Banjamann.

"Do what? Well, it's not! Hold on tight!

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"Don't be depressed! As much as you tried to dictate us in front of your husband, you could do anything, right?

Banjaman was upset by Moral's allegations.

Because it was...

"Ugh!? Why did you..."

"Maru, you know what I mean. Don't be depressed. I'm telling you to show me how you feel."

But contrary to Moral's words, Banjaman leans down.

"But... I'm finished with Shima."

"You thought about this plan and made up your mind when you moved it into action. You knew there was a risk. Be magnificent if you're a man!

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Moral spoke harshly and gently to Banjaman, who had become silent.

And when I closed my eyes, I smiled calmly.

"Grand, serene, and don't give up until the end, but laugh when the last time comes and disappear from the world... I always live with that"

Banjaman stunned.

For when I heard the tone of morality, I remembered.

About a loved one who is no longer in the world.

"You... you're like a sister"

Moral smiles slightly when he hears what Banjaman has to say.

"Do you have a sister?

"Oh, I had a sister. He's already dead..."

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"When we were young, demons killed our parents. Our sister and brother lived desperately. But my sister died because she couldn't. He died inspiring me to the end."

Banjamann looked away and talked.

I heard his words. Moral nods loudly.

"So, if so, it's even more so. Recognize me first! What you have done is a heinous crime. Because I tried to crush my master! But you have a point, don't you?

"Ugh, yeah......"

"Later, my husband will listen. They will show you a choice on that. It's up to you."

"Later... it depends on me..."

"Come on, I'll go. Because we're all worried."

And Moral urged Banjamann to speak, and walked out again.

- Five minutes later.

Moral and Banjaman returned to Frans' waiting seat.

After a while, when Luu also returned, the banquet seat rose again.

Because Lew distracted him and asked him for desserts such as fruit and baked confectionery as a reword.

Earlier, when loading Banjamann's magic wave Aura, it was Luu's attention that he found to be a sweetheart.

Shut up and wriggle the fruit Banjaman.

Sweet pulp was a gift to me. It heals his soul.

"If you like fruit, I recommend this."

"Huh?"

It was Fran who turned me a mug with cold fruit juice.

"Shh, sorry"

"Here, thank you in that case, it is!

"Oh, oh..."

I hear a familiar voice scolded earlier.

Also, they pissed me off.

When Banjaman looked terrified, Moral was staring at him with an uncontrolled smile.

Seeing that smile gave Banjamann courage.

Naturally words of gratitude came out of my mouth.

"Thanks!"

"Ha!"

Fran, thanked, smiles happily, too.

I knew it was your sister!

It's your sister's voice and that smile.

You've always inspired and empowered me!

Banjaman almost burst into tears unexpectedly.

The feast came to an end soon, and the evening was quietly swept away.

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Late on August 2nd...

Banjaman was dreaming.

The contents of the dreams varied.

A childhood dream.

The voice and smile of my sister, who was kind.

And the days since I joined the Busche Chamber of Commerce.

Every day that was harsh and fulfilling.

And the last thing that appears before him is a long, skinny, brunette wizard.

The dreams of the past I have seen so far were ambiguous atmospheres, but the lu in front of me was very real.

Lew asks.

Ask the will of Banjaman.

"Banjaman, do you still want to live?

"I want to live! But on second thought, what I did was a terrible crime. Just like your sister told you to."

Banjaman was positive.

The moral encouragement seemed great.

He was watching his sister die morally.

When he hears what Banjamann has to say, Lew asks as if he knows nothing.

"Sister?"

"Yes, no, it's nothing"

Lew asks further questions against Banjamann, who shook his head beside him.

"Okay! So what do you want?

"Oh, it's not like I wanted to marry Busche's daughter. I just wanted to be duly acclaimed for working 15 years. I'd be happy if he thought he worked well for the Chamber of Commerce."

Wanted by Banjaman......

I want you to acknowledge your flirtatious attitude.

It was a natural feeling for everyone.

"Right! So you're still willing to work?

"I do! But my sin is enough to be beheaded in St. Helena's Central Square after being brought to trial. I won't have a future."

The look on Banjaman's face was clear.

There was the figure of the Son of a man who faced himself and pleaded guilty to his sins.

"Then I can work ready with the intention of dying, right?

"Oh, I know it's almost impossible, but if I get a chance, I'll bury it."

An unexpected suggestion popped out of Luu's mouth against the objectified Banjaman.

"Then work and atone for your sins! You're going to Rodonia."

"Lo, Rodonia!?

labor proposals in other countries abruptly.

Lew's story goes on.

"Oh, there's a man named Fist at the Varov Chamber of Commerce. It is the arm of Zahar Varov, the head of the meeting. I'll tell you what, you'll be reborn in Rodonia."

Banjaman stunned.

I naturally know the name of the Varov Chamber of Commerce.

The number one chamber of commerce in the Kingdom of Rodonia, which is also a trading partner, is because it is a much larger store than the Busche Chamber of Commerce.

"Yep!!! Oh, at that Varov Chamber of Commerce!!! Oh, me!?

"Oh, work with dying. Then one day I'll have your chamber of commerce."

"Oh, you! No, no, no. Who are you?

"What would you do better than that? Live in Rodonia or die beheaded in Valentine's Day, choose!

"It's decided!

Banjaman, questioned by Lou, said clearly.

"I live! For your dead sister! To atone for this sin! To clear my way!

"Ha, I did hear your determination! All right, come on!

At that moment, Banjaman's appearance had disappeared from the hotel room.

His whereabouts, which disappeared like smoke, could not be known to anyone but Lu and the others.

Shortly after, one young Rodonian man entered the Zahar Varov Chamber of Commerce in Rodonia and was recruited en route.

But no one could have known it was Banjaman.