Twist your head in front of a door that doesn't make a single sound and how it should be cut out.

I feel only slight signs, Sir Arklight's room.

He probably knows or could be through the dark world behind

Amami's origin. A culture that abhors gray hair. And - something fundamental rooted in this country.

The question of 'what purpose, if any, is it for the country to deliberately abandon its presence at the bottom of the hierarchy of Hieralky', which I once passed behind my brain before.

The idea is' to use it as a gateway to civilian dissatisfaction on it by daring to leave behind a presence that is not capable of national power '.

But - many gray hairs are either fleeing this country or hiding in that hiding place.

Then there's got to be another reason.

And the word Dahlia used to say, 'It's the year I woke up to have gray hair'.

... here it is. This must be the key to getting to the heart of this problem.

How should we cut it out? Knock on the door as you assemble the logic of words to rock him.

And in response to the little word, "Who is it?"

"... in"

Other than that, in a room that was truly welcoming, Sir Arklight stood alone by the window, illuminated by the sizzling light.

Literally, I guess it was dusk. No... 'Who's Him' might be better suited in this case.

He glanced right at me and whined small.

"... what can I do for you, demon king"

"I'll ask you straight in. Amami and Leila are twins, aren't they?

"... it's someone else's likeness"

"It was pretty much the same from height to body balance. Amami is a little tighter."

"You saw Leila's body!

"It's force majeure. I have no ill feelings for her. So... if this is any more deceptive, I'm going to have to talk about my earaches now."

Again, father. The moment I mention my body, I look back here with an angry-dyed face.

But you missed the time to let that anger erupt into these words, and I'm silent again.

... So shall we go with the answer match? How far can my reasoning full of holes allow me to pluck it to the right answer?

How far can I let the untouchable part of you plunder the blade of words?

"There was a woman with twins in one nobleman's house. From the time of the birth, the twins were given a 'blessing', and women of height were taken to a national hospital or research institute."

Come on, how close can my imagination get to reality?

How close can you get to the truth by combining the information you've got?

"The children born with the awakening of the Virgin are given the name 'Dahlia' as a blessing, as well as an education of genius. Well... I'm sure you'll get 'special' training to the extent that you're packed with magic knowledge before general upbringing."

Just like Mr. Ikes was.

According to Reyce, she had exceptional magical knowledge and combat skills from a very young age.

But on the other hand... she couldn't even write her own name.

"Although the inhabitants of this country may not know, there was some harm in Dahlia's awakening. Some of the children born in her waking year have an unexplained disorder of being born as gray hair."

"Huh! It's cod. I've never heard of that."

"Believe it or not, I'm free to... I hear it directly from Dahlia. I am a man of divine slavery. As you can guess, both Dalia and Shun are the same. Of course, you know me."

Use this origin as a hatch.

Come on, do you doubt it? You already know I'm a god-slaved man.

And if you live in this country, you understand that Dahlia is beyond human knowledge again.

There are many ingredients that deny these words, but there will be plenty of judgment materials that will make you think they may be just as' right '?

"I was born a twin daughter. Elves with golden hair that deserve to relate to one or Dahlia's name. A daughter with light pigmented hair, even if she doesn't have gray hair."

Yeah, I can feel confident that I'm pretty much right so far.

But here's the problem.

"Unfortunately, though, it was the blonde daughter who was carrying a major disorder besides her hair. I was born incapable of releasing magic outside, carrying obstacles. On the other hand, the other daughter has no problems other than the color of her hair. Then - the parents who thought it would be easier to overcome the disorder or the hair color -"

"Shut up! Enough is enough! I don't want to hear it, that's bullshit!

At that moment, he crammed his voice into the middle of nowhere.

Sir Arklight stuffing in tears, neither hateful nor angry.

That's as if you're begging forgiveness for not blaming yourself any more.

And that's the answer above all.

"... Amami, I don't know if it's a hospital or an institute, but you deposited it in the country, did you?

"... right. And I heard you lost your life."

"But he was alive."

Originally, he said he couldn't live long.

What happens to people if they continue to accumulate magic without being able to release it?

That is, the collapse of the flesh by the outburst of magic. Amami was therefore forced to open the way to unleash magic.

But why did the man who kept the child explain that he had lost his life, etc.?

As he responds to this question, he speaks pale.

"Was it about 30 years ago? There was a major accident at the centre of the country. In that fold, I heard that several children with Dahlia's name had lost their lives. My daughter also said she got caught up in it..."

"... coincide at times...?

It was roughly that time of year that Reyes met Mr. Ikes and Mr. Spell.

No, wait, that shouldn't be all that happened in those days.

... the first head of that hiding place is dead, and Mr. Cromwell should be visiting to make new improvements to the junction, to set the exit.

Is this a coincidence? There was a major accident and a child with Dahlia's name escaped outside.

And "The Child With Dahlia's Name" and "The Elf With Gray Hair" are, in a sense, all in one place.

Are you telling me that Mr. Cromwell is also involved in this matter?

"... it was at a dinner party that I reunited with her. In my position, I have a lot of enemies. I dare to ride that daughter's invitation to teach her the horrors of the social world to a young daughter who openly tries to get in here -"

"... did you put on your own daughter's color trick... hey thats..."

"Chi, no! That's when I didn't know! Oh, no, I don't like those means in the first place, so you're trying to preach one thing -"

The excuses are ugly. No, sure, if you're as beautiful as Amami, I'd gladly and bravely follow you if I were single, too.

With his butt looking bad, he starts talking about it.

"The moment she loosened her hair in the room, I... was literally a thought pierced through my chest"

"Well, it's possible they were approached for assassination purposes."

"I can't deny it. At the time, she was attached to a republican man who had entered the Knight of Liberty."

But when he saw her, he was sure of it. "Undisputed, it's my own daughter," he said.

But I can't even name it now, I have a position problem, I just managed to give Leila a job as a shadow fighter to keep at hand, he said.

You've often thought of putting a hostile human on hand without fear.

"The first time I let Leila see my daughter, we were greatly surprised by each other.... I will never forget that moment. Finally, the sisters are all here… they can never be called the best form, but they still live and grow up with each other…"

"... I don't know how that feels, but I'm not."

"Other than that, you have a daughter too?

"Well, that's the place"

Deep emotion this one felt the moment Lue and Reis met and put their hands together.

I'm sure he had feelings similar to that, too.

If that happens, then no more... is it kind of you to think you don't want to let go again, huh?

"... have you heard Amami's current situation"

"I heard you can no longer operate as a freedom knight."

"Yeah. She had her situation, too, and something to protect. As a result of defending it, she has now been pushed"

"... I knew she had something. You know that, too."

I don't teach in depth. But only tell him that she is in a difficult situation and that there is no one to protect her right now.

If you have a heart as a parent. If you have power as a nobleman.

I think it might be one hand to rely on this person.

I'm probably easier to move by myself. Because it would be easier to move on a continent that is sure to be this enemy land without the presence of a brake hanging on this action.

If I go into the country, I don't know what will happen to me anymore.

"... I don't ask what you're trying to do. But if you want me to protect her, I'll do whatever I can. But... Promise me, you will only bring disaster to this country. You... you're a drama."

Show convincing intent to the spouted words, even though they are unintentional.

Oh, yeah. I am, so to speak, destroying every cell around me, every host, every human being.

If mishandled, it becomes poison to death, and if the power is properly suppressed, it becomes a drug with dramatic effects.

And in the semi-final continent, there was someone who could treat me best, Oink in a way.

But right now, I'm on this continent...

"My hope... is not the demise of the country. It's just that maybe just a little, you know, you're angry at this way of being. That's all."

"... right"

As it turns out, he never opened his mouth.

Just sadly staring out the window, rubbing my right hand as if I remembered from time to time.

It was as if he remembered what it felt like to let go. Neither this one could speak any more, but he just quietly left the room behind.

I'll take another trip to Leila's room when it's time to live with myself.

What returns when you knock is the beautifully worded 'come in'.

I just got a little excited and put my hand on the door wondering if I could even see something interesting at that rate.

Is it the scent of cosmetics or perfume the moment the door is opened? The scent of fluffy and gentle flowers enters my nostrils, reminding me of the fact that this is the 'women's room'.

I can't honestly be nervous about them alone, except if Amami is here.

And when the door opens completely, there's...

"... makeup says it makes a woman turn, but not so far"

Leila sitting in a chair with a clear look on her face and Leila smiling behind her with her hands on her shoulder.

Two Leilas were at the place.

Did Layla, who sat in the chair, no longer be able to maintain that soaking face, start twitching, and she, the person standing on the other side, looks at it with a smile.

But - I see, you know what?

"You're both actresses. It's Leila who's standing there sitting in Amami."

"Hmm!? How did you know!?

"That's why I told you, ma'am. Caivon said he'd find out because he's sharp in weird places."

The look of the two of them changes.

The look on her face as she smiled became a mixed one of fright, and as she sat up, she raised her bare voice in reverse.

Come on. If you don't want to, you've spent a lot of time with me, haven't you?

"Although it is difficult to understand with makeup, Amami has a slightly sharper eye, and the lines are generally sharper. Leila is purely underexercising. Different arms thickness"

"... Caivon, you can't say that to a woman"

"Two arms... this is still shaping up..."

But well, once again, wearing the same clothes, the same hairstyle, similar makeup, you'll probably be totally fooled if you're not someone you're too close to.

They imitate the way they talk, and they have similar voices. We don't have to check with anyone anymore, it's like they're proving that these two are twins.

"It would be perfect if I disguised myself as a samurai."

"So I'm with you as a butler."

"Got it. Then... I'll be leaving by lunch tomorrow, so please get ready."

Say goodbye to them and go back to your room first.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will finally be able to enter the capital, while lying in bed trying to hold back feelings similar to excitement and impatience somewhere, waiting for this emotion to calm down and close our eyes.

"Oh, I'm occupying the middle of the bed. No, get out of the way!

"Gu"

... Are you coming back to this room too? Really?