But...
"Of course, 'Prefetch' is also a saint, but the saint was not just 'Prefetch'. It has nothing to do with your Anis being a 'Virgin'. If you are the 'Virgin' of our country, you will understand that King Oliglow has made a request for restitution."
"Prefetch." I see you can predict. I wonder if you're predicting it in detail. The scenario you've been working around will remember the details.
But Oliglow still ignores my will. Why do I always do the opposite of what I want?
There is no way that Oliglow will go as a Virgin now.
I remember the face distorted by the beard's hatred when I left the royal palace last time.
That was the eye that decided to kill me.
I want you to leave me alone now.
I wonder if you can't marry that prince, who looks just like him when he says he worships jade. I'm sure you've been close. That prince is a blonde, blue-eyed, orthodox guy. When you smile, most women get cramped.
In the first place, does the jade officially recognize me as a saint?
Did the royal family just say that the King had made a request for restitution?
Do you think we need a 'Virgin' who can heal for political reasons?
The messenger turned to me and said.
"'Prefetch' says that 'Virgin' Anis is welcome to Oliglow. First of all, I would like you to return home and see the tragedy of your native country with the" Virgin "Anis. In the meantime, he even told me that if you needed a Virgin in the Farglow, you could go to the Farglow yourself. Your preference for" foresight "will never be lowered again. Your Highness the Loire is waiting for you. I hope you will come home with me."
Ah... I mean, that's the purpose of the jade...
Her goal is General Lector. Are you here to see the general?
And you're telling me you left me the Virgin of Oliglow?
"Anis is a human being in my country, and I don't want to leave my wife. Of course, I don't need your" Virgin. "Welcome home."
Lecter said clearly.
No, that's reliable...
I'm sorry I've only seen Chala before. Now you look like a very reliable, lovely man. Lectol in serious mode is really cool.
At a time like this, I'm very happy to have someone to think about my feelings and position.
Besides, if this were to happen, it might have been nice to get married just in form. Thanks to this marriage, I appeared to have officially become a Farglow. Someday get your nationality. Is that so? But thank you. Hopefully, I want my nationality to remain the same even if I get divorced. I won't let you go as long as I can.
Even so, General Lector, who had been interacting with the falling messenger for some time, stood up as if the talks were finally over, so I also stood up to it.
"Dear Virgin Anis!" Prefetch "is also said to be very important. Come home with me now! His Majesty the King and His Highness the Loire await!
That's what the messenger said.
Perhaps you want to kill me. Because you want to kill me or erase me and become a Virgin instead of me.
You've failed once, so I'm sure you'll try to kill me somewhere next time.
You're not going, are you? Kuwabara Kuwabara.
I sincerely appreciate General Lector's persistent refusal.
I can't thank you enough anymore.
'Cause if he really wants to survive, he can trade jaws for me and have them save him.
Until then, you should make a good face to Jime and have him rescue you on the back route, which will be the scenario for the General to survive.
And I would have been able to extract some kind of good story from Oliglow by feeding on the "Virgin's Exchange."
So when I left the room and was alone, I thanked him unexpectedly.
Thank you. I'm so glad you didn't send me to Oliglow.
If you tell him that, Lecter...
"Of course, it's my wife. I'm not letting go."
That's how he smiled and winked at me.
Suddenly you're back in the Challa Man? How did that happen, this guy?
But, honestly, I'm glad you kept it that way, so let's have it done. I don't even know where my eyes or ears are.
Besides, no one is offended by the fact that someone with his or her favorite face tells him or her that. That's why I was so happy. I can't stop my face from spreading suddenly. I can't help it anymore.
That's why I sneak back to me and tell myself, as usual, after I was delighted.
This is an excuse to stay together this winter. Because I promised to protect him over the winter.
So if he gets through spring safely next year and wins the war, the first promise will surely be fulfilled.
I have a human identity in this country and permission to do business as a small house and as a potion seller and a small shop. The future I wanted.
From his personality, he won't throw himself out cold. You may feel a little lonely. But....
"Thank you for everything," I'm sure.
After all, my position as a "saint" in this castle is shaking.