—— Oh... I don't know what to say... life in solitary confinement, I'm free... free death... hey free death.
After your brother from the Rousseil family left, he went back to his house, amazing. Unnatural plugs, as Brother Ulysses said, were delivered to me in one or two ways.
I looked at the handwriting and said it was coarse... or polite... I know too much about everything… and I thought it was going well. I guess it's patrol time, every time the guard here takes a good look at the chills and the unopened looking wrap, so oh, that's how you report it up there? And I think it's simple to ask for signs.
Percy, the pitch-black haired one who was back at night, apparently magically applied the invisible trick over there, knowing the signs that she couldn't be blamed for the feeling that the temperature was close to leaning over. Really, magic isn't convenient... and I remember thinking with my sleeping head.
Safe, get up early for the fifth morning, and after a little stretch, watch the blurry ceiling.
After that, a meal served very naturally, like I remembered something that was completely absent. I would have eaten it before they told me, but I relied on the three brothers who seem to pass me by every day, and reserved it for tours only today, such as soup with suspicious mushrooms floating around to see.
I dreamed of a lot of things before the sun rose, and it was quite a waste of time. Percy will come closer to me, even though it's only for the night, in the presence of Ish, and in the presence of the three brothers. I guess it's because of the spiritual stability gained, the body that has always lived a life of mobility for the last three years has reminded me of great endurance and all that.
He extended the feeling that life in prison, where there was nothing in particular to do or be able to do, was just free.
That's how it would go, if I slept with my back to a stiff bed.
"Hey woman... I'm a visitor"
And I hear a hard voice I hear.
Whoa, is it time to go to that room? And, if you've tried waiting for the sound of the key opening, there's never been any sign of it.
………
If you wake up silently with Yoisho, there's a view that doubts this eye.
"............ Belle"
and the grunted deep good voice is directed at this one with some seeping of sorrow in the momentum to break down my energetic weather.
"Uh... hey... brave man...?
And if I got to my feet, I saw something incredible! And I'm damn near there.
He's speechless about nothing, to the stunned person.
"Oh, no! I didn't break the law!
Desperately to say no (...;).
The person with the hurt look on his face for a moment, with a squeezed out voice, "I know," went on.
"Sorry."
and briefly apologized to this one.
with a dyed reflective motion.
"No, no, I can't believe you're apologizing!
And. I'll be back soon to follow up.
This isn't because of the brave, or anything. The more I said, the sicker I looked, because there was a sad air.
—— Really, at all, I don't think this is your fault...
Something goes around a lot, and if you follow the original, it's your fault, or something.
I wonder if you're assuming... and this one bothers me here.
How can I tell? I'm a woman here, emotional, and I don't like theoretical discussions and stuff. It's really hard to explain to a man... and softly steal a look at him.
but it looks like Mr. Chris has been looking straight at this one the whole time.
"I will speak to Her Majesty the Queen so that you may serve me immediately."
Pounded such a horrible line and spat at me.
As soon as possible, in the darkness of the direction, the sound of something crashing into each other sounded strong, but it seemed to be an endless source of sound for the brave people who would sow in between. Ignore the sound behind...? And even though I'm a little surprised.
—— Hey, it's just not hard to beg a queen or anything...?
I thought I'd put my hands in a dick.
No, no, you don't have to be that far...! Maybe those brothers! I can't do that, but you're the one! You do something for me, like I can get out anyway!? I mean, well, I can't do it a little bit, but in the end, Mr. Ishrka might just let me out a lot of measures...!???
Get me out of jail because I'm probably not guilty of stalking a suspicious civilian girl, etc. You're stalking yourself. You believe you're not guilty, instead of forgiving a weird woman? And. If I do that, people from all walks of life seem to have bad cards.
Besides, I feel bad for affirming something, but even the queen, who is quite popular, is inside the body. Even without your sister's feelings, you may not think that the blood of the famous eastern brave man, the man, is needed by the royal family...
It is about the inhabitants of such a fantastic world. I don't know what's going to happen, and I can't wait to get jealous and hurt after I'm married to my sister... Suspicious buds brought me here because I couldn't imagine the original idea of picking first, rather in the lead... Could it have been done with utter goodwill to the victim brave...? And. There's no such line or nothing---and I don't know what to think.
If you said "let me out because I'm not guilty," why would the victim (you) make a difference? --- Maybe they won't even think so...? and. It could be kind of a mess... (...;)
Think that way too.
So if you express this subtle feeling, no, wait, at chest height in the wind.
"... absolutely, help..."
And his men squeeze out.
—— Huh?... Huh?
When you intertwine your gaze with me looking up at Pocan.
If it's not your fault, let some unfortunate feeling seep into the last moment (when).
Strong determination, turn your heels back, and leave the dark corridor.
If you still drop him off there as a pocan, you'll be across the street confirming that there are no more signs of people.
"Hey, lady. Is that him?
And ask me a lot.
"A brave man, hey, is that it? Now the guy's got dark hair, right? So, eastern brave, was he himself??
Make such a strange confirmation.
"I can talk to the queen, if I'm not a bookie, you know?
Oh, I see. You told me that the way you talked about it.
I think he's the brave one in the east, isn't he? And if I said so.
"... lady, what the hell kind of guy are you?"
Surprised from the bottom of my heart, to hear such an uncle's voice.
"Uh... hey, right. If I remember correctly, I am a civilian from birth..."
Actually, I'm stuttering about Mr. Chris being serious, and I'm half dreaming too... no, I'm confused.
You must have noticed something about this one that's blurry.
Without the next word somehow coming to each other.
Then, for a while, we came near the lattice of the chamber, and spent nothing but a glimpse of the blur and the darkness of the direction in which they departed.