The season shifts from late fall to winter.
The trees, which were coloured red and yellow, also dropped their leaves and went to sleep in preparation for the next spring.
In the morning, when it was reported that snow had fallen for the first time in the northern part of the Kiphoenix Empire, I could not get out of bed, sipping a gulp.
"... cold, right"
"but why... whoops!?
That's right.
I'm not feeling well, I thought.
A few days after I created "Sissie's Starflower," I connected with Igor and his second son and rowed them down until I applied to Her Royal Highness through Maria, but what a morning on that day of sight!
Dahl from the wake up, he's got a sore joint, and he kind of has a cancer in his head, so if I called Mr. Rottenmeyer, he seemed pale enough to know he wasn't feeling well at that point.
Dr. Romanov was called first, and as soon as he saw me, Dr. Romanov spoke to Mr. Lara.
And Lara palpated and all sorts of things, resulting in a cold.
"You have to pass today's sight."
"But... hey... I have to..."
"Let me and Vicha worship you as deputies. Because in my capacity, my surrogate will work perfectly."
"Yeah, yeah, I wish we had two Imperial Certified Heroes."
First ear!
If I hadn't blocked my open mouth, you noticed that I was surprised, Mr. Lara tipped his neck.
"Is that it? Manna, you're surprised. Maybe you didn't know?
"Oh... I don't remember you saying that"
"Huh? Really? Even though the three imperial certified heroes and elves are famous?
"Vicha, Phoenix, you're not interested in that kind of thing at all. Because I love embroidered drawings more than the hero Tan."
"Well, that's why you looked like a 'diet or something' when you asked my name."
"Uh, I see," it says on Mr. Viktor's face.
'Cause come on, all you can say is "that's awesome" when they say you took down the dragon.
I've never seen a dragon.
Oh, but I thought you said that the scales would be a good cage hand (this) and knife ornament, and Elise would crush it and harden it with magic, which would make it a beautiful bead. It seems expensive though.
"With Dragon Scale... Grunting... Zugu Good Ingredients..."
"You don't distort your nostrils!
"It's more about how to use it than how to knock it down," he said.
"Phoenix is a better hero to you than to defeat a dragon, who can tell you what you can make of the dragon in ingredients..."
'Cause you're a motor nerve that worries that you won't be able to dance at all, and you're paranoid about fighting dragons, and you're done with seconds of killing me.
threw up all the time, sigh hot.
"We have to do something about the cold more than we do about defeating the dragon. I'm taking care of your health, and I'll leave the deputy to the two of you."
Lara, clapping her shoulders, leaves the room to receive ice cream from Mr. Rottenmeyer.
When I called out to Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Viktor on their backs to follow it, a gentle smile returned.
Relieved by it, it sinks deep into the bed.
Then a freezing cold drifted indoors, unlike the winter cold.
My fingertips are weak.
Even though the morning sun did not hide in the clouds, it was faint.
"... I'm sorry."
"No... gush, it was me who stayed up late... gush! Not me."
In the corner of the room, with a slight phosphorescent light from the place where the sun shines, a shadow appears all the time.
It's a bit exciting to see long hair that appears to mix in black, dark red, or purple in a moonlight dyed silk thread, blue silver or ruby glowing eyes, long skinny body wrapped in a magnificent military uniform with three decorations stretching from the collar to the shoulders and sides, and a cape with butterfly wings on the hem, rubbing on the floor every time it moves.
Mr. Utsunomiya does his best to clean the floors every day.
"Let's lower the fever a little bit."
"Thank you.... grunt... but all of a sudden, when I fall back, it seems weird first"
'Mm, right...... You're a hard creature to say human.'
The eyes of the long slice that give the cold impression seem to be awkward. But what's not unpleasant is that I somehow figured it out with a short relationship.
You're simply a really difficult creature, that's about it.
When the extended fingertip touches the throat, the cough and chin become the majority.
"Nevertheless, the image is unstable."
"Uh... because when one plays the same person differently, he looks and impresses completely different."
"A play is deep inside"
"That's it already"
Curly distorts the cold beauty, and the shadow bites off the laugh.
Fraud.
I look at the person unexpectedly.
The beginning is that day when we found the out-of-season fluorescence.
As soon as I went into bed to sleep, I came into the room where the moon dropped the light.
Before me, surprised and voiceless, every statue tied, and what appeared was a beauty that awakened the eyes as well.
I looked familiar with the beauty.
The Yellow Springs Emperor who loves the Queen wearing the "Sissi Star" made during the day, flawed (without) to say "love" that cannot be in her heart, and loves her in pain and boredom. His name is...
"And tho... mugg...!
'The name is different. Let's not call it.'
I got my mouth blocked with a glimmer of hand, and I shook up, because I, look, it's yummy.
If you look at it too beautifully, the color of your hair is dark red or silver, it changes one after another, and your eyes don't have to constantly be red, gold, or blue silver with cat-like irises.
'Hmmm... you're unstable. What image do you have of "death"?
"Death, is it?
'Yes, the end of an equal visit to all things. That's what creatures call "death." That's what I do. "
Shit.
Simply because the model of that figure is the anthropomorphism of "Death" and says "Emperor of the Yellow Springs," he's the star of a vibrant stage that creeps up behind my brain and won't leave.
And beyond the role, it's the flavor of the play that changes all the time depending on the actor who plays it.
"... I mean, for you, the form of" death "is called the beautiful appearance of its actors."
"Oh, the... eyes will be purified, thank you"
"You're an unusual child."
I can hear you from a very far away place.
It seems kind of weird to say it's far from there.
Did you read my mind like that?
That's what "death" is all about. distant, but actually overflowing with familiarity '
"Do you... I mean, let me check one thing, is it God?
'That's a good guess. But that's what humans call me.
And to say, this one would be Princess Ice Wheel.
I asked him with a hit and he returned 'yes' in a funny atmosphere.
"How did you find out?
"Death." I was told. But I'm not really convinced yet. "
"I admitted it myself?
"Because... a princess is the honorable name you attach to a woman. But the... I don't care what you think. Because you're a man god."
'Oh, that or. It's... it's gonna be a long time, but if you're willing to listen, I'll tell you.'
Forgive me for distorting Nihil's licence.
Sitting on the edge of the bed where I am, Master Ice Ring spins his words gracefully.
Said that as soon as the moon changed its appearance every night, there was nothing called a fixed shape for the ice wheel, and the image of "death" held by one person was projected to take shape.
So to tell the truth, Master Ice Wheel is not a man or a woman.
But it has spread as a woman, because when the Ice Wheel reveals itself before a human, it is probably when that human being dies.
"Hmm? Why would you do that?
"When you look at me, perhaps a human being dies, but exceptionally what dies may look at me. Where do you think that is?
"Where, is it? Why not?"
Where? If I were to give you a hint, there would be more men dying there than women and children. '
"Where more men die than women and children..."
What the hell.
Something happened that said there were more men overwhelmingly than women and children.
It is not generally possible to say which is more because plagues and disasters cannot be used in human hands to select the gender of the victims.
You can say for sure that there are more men, which means they're adjusting better in humans?
Religious sacrifice… is not without looking at the atmosphere of the gods we meet.
Think about it all the way to something where many people die that can happen artificially.
"War......?
"Well, did you get there?"
"Soldiers, men die more than women and children."
"I don't know. The battlefield is a darkening place for" death. "In places like that, very rarely do they die but they see me. And the man who dies on the battlefield, the moment he welcomes [death], wishes to return to the loving things he left behind in his homeland. Then the wish is projected upon me, and I see the wife, lover, or mother of the soldier. Occasionally, a soldier who was not ordained to die shared it, and consequently conceived me as a woman."
"The image of" Death "also means that you want me to come and pick you up at last, or that you are the last person I want to see."
'That's right. But you don't seem to be.'
That's because I like the garden of the jade and I like the musicals that are its performances.
The Ice Wheel came also because I was interested because I was looking at me when I heard from the princess in her spare time and she was talking about the embodiment of "Death" - a musical between the Yellow Springs emperor and a human woman.
For that reason, in order to explain it to Ice Wheel, I can sing and talk as much as I can remember and reproduce the original musical by myself.
Repeating the three ugly times when grass trees also sleep if you notice, a few days.
Of course, I changed my acting every day. 'Cause you got me interested in a corner play. I was hoping you could take the opportunity to get into the play swamp.
As a result, I caught a cold!
Too dumb.