Nigotta Hitomi no Lilianne

A neat line of servants hangs their heads deep in the entrance hall, high enough for the third floor to slip through.

The two of us slowly come towards us, between such servants.

Theo and Ellie were also one step ahead as the two approached each other.

"" Grandpa Roland. Mrs. Annella. It's been a while. ""

It was a step before I entered, so I could see my brother and sister behaving well from myself being held up by a long-lasting ena.

Theo with his right fist against his left chest and his spine pinned out.

Pick the hem of the dress with both hands and elegantly fold your hips slightly Ellie.

The two seemed smooth and perfect without any precipitation.

As if I had been practicing, words overlapped perfectly without being different word for word, and it was as if I was watching a scene in a play.

The two visitors who stopped about 2m in front of my brother and sister - Roland and Annella - have a tender smile

"Um, you've grown up, Theodore.

You grew up to be a poor girl just like Claire when she was little, Eristina.

We both missaw each other. "

"Well... it's better if you both look better."

Roland is a big man who can't be called a very grandfather in the shape of a disappointing chunk of muscle.

Annella deserved to call herself the perfect sister for Claire's image about 10 years later, not very much, but not her aunt.

"It's been a while, you two.

Come on, Lily, it's Grandpa Roland and Grandma Annella. "

Ena, who is holding herself back, couldn't do Cartesy, so she introduces her grandparents by closing her eyes and saying a brief greeting that breaks her knee a little.

To be honest, neither of us are very, but they are not grandparents.

It was 9 years ago that Theo was born because Claire is 26...... even if she thinks the same because she was born at the age of 17, she may be of course because she is of such age that she hasn't even reached 50 yet.

Annella is so young that if she's alongside Claire and Ellie, it wouldn't be strange for the three sisters to see her. Obviously they are maternal grandparents.

Is this the law that my grandmother in another world looks super young!?

I almost accidentally swallowed the saliva just because I didn't think I was going to experience it.

I noticed from my grandparents, who were introduced to me thinking about that, that I was staring at something very, very much.

The muscle Dharma, which doesn't look very good to Grandpa to be precise, is staring at me a lot more.

Dear sister Annella - because your grandmother is a fact but something is too impossible - is looking at this one with just a smile on her face, just Claire's mother.

The condition lasted for a few seconds, but it was the moment the muscle Dharma shook up somewhat of a pull.

For a moment I saw something very, very hard to describe, like a hot air... I felt it.

It wasn't hot, but my instincts felt it was like hot air.

In the next moment, the muscle Dharma - as Roland slipped through the air... backwards - flew parallel to the ground forward when I saw it from here.

It's like a comic book.

In reality, and I just didn't expect to see a sight like this in front of me, my eyes were just a dot.

It was Roland, who flew away, but when he gently became passive in the air, he just stuck his five fingers in the floor.

The floor of the entrance hall seemed to be made of marble or some kind of high-end stone from footsteps, but the penetrating five fingers were buried "without sound" without breaking.

Roland decides that he wasn't powering the impact of being flown with the penetrating five fingers as his fulcrum.

As if there had been no such thing as a comic book expressive shocking event that would have been flown parallel to the ground, Roland pushed his hands over this side with tremendous momentum when he pulled out as lightly as he did when he poked his penetrating five-finger.

"Whoa, whoa... forgive my grandfather. It's Lillianne. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

With an extra tear flowing like a waterfall, it was flown - a disguise that progresses at a rate that seemed like it was decided not to have had a distance of 20 meters sighted.

All I could do was blink my eyes at the overly shocking events and the dramatically changing jizz.

What the hell do you want with this monster...?

Suddenly I thought I was flying, and the next thing I know, I'm crying and apologizing and I'm going fast.

It's too shocking to fully catch up with my thoughts.

The distance between him and his grandfather, who weeps waterfalls elsewhere at the thought of not catching up, shrinks.

The world was flowing slowly like a slow motion, backed by thoughts that were on the verge of stopping at too many events.

One has heard that when one observes the danger to one's life, thoughts may accelerate and experience this kind of experience.

It's called a horse lantern experience.

I didn't see the running lights this time, but Grandpa's move approaching at high speed is slow motion.

It was the moment my grandfather tried to pass beside my sister Annella.

In the world of slow motion, Annella's arm pulls the remnants like a bump.

The moment that arm came into contact with Roland, the world of slow motion was over and Roland lay on the floor.

Without any sound or impact, the person who crippled Roland, approaching him at high speed, has his feet on the floor and the back of the person kissing him.

It seems that Roland can't move completely to see what kind of technology is being used.

I'm just puffy and shivering, I can't move at all.

Fast Falls The person who crippled his tear muscles is looking at this one with an unchanged smile.

It's as if it's the usual thing to say.

The moment I saw such a true monster, a story played back into my brain at high speed.

"My wife has strangled dragons by herself!

The story, which was supposed to be grandiose, was shown the skill to support it as just a true story, and the wars and shocks were blowing through my mind.

But strangely, there were no negative feelings there, such as fear, and only a firm nanica that this man was on his side.

Is this what I think of the first person I'm supposed to meet because I'm a blood-connected grandmother?

Theo and Ellie deserved an unparalleled trust.

"Hehe... you can't, can you? Lillianne is surprised."

A master of threats who speaks in a gentle, slow tone and tells something puffy at his feet like it's nothing.

When he is distracted, the puffy object J manages to squeeze out his voice.

"Shh, I'm sorry... I mean, I forgot to act on me... I'm fine now, so would you step aside?

When the master stepped aside, he must have slowly got up on his clothes - Roland paying off the dust.

It seems normal that there are no fingers stuck in the marble on the floor or any damage whatsoever.

Half of the stories that were supposed to have been served were shown to have enough skill to believe, but the other half turned out to be believable enough.

Apparently, these two are both from the realm of what you can call masters.

Needless to say, Annella, your sister is perfectly flat, whether Roland is also struck by a blow that flies parallel to the ground or taps his five fingers into a marble-like floor stone.

And total silence when you poke your five fingers in the marble. If those who can do that are not masters...... I honestly don't want to think about who the hell they are going to refer to as masters of this world......

All of a sudden there was a series of overly shocking events, and it was just about to come, but I guess I was done dusting. Roland slowly approached me.

"Gohon...... I'm sorry to surprise you, Lillianne.

Too... well, Claire's... with the same beauty as your mother when she was little... forgot a little about me. "

"Because Lily is an angel! I can't help it, Grandpa!

"Yes, Grandpa! It's the earliest common sense to forget me for Lily's cuteness!

He was a disgusting muscle Dharma who coughed up embarrassingly and dyed his cheeks, but I agree with that - the two smiles that seem to spread flower gardens in the background want him to be a little more calm too.

I wonder what the hell is going on here......

The thought that seemed to move is about to come to a halt again to a development that seemed to give me some headaches.

In this cruelty a few minutes after we meet, we are compassionate beyond.

No, Majid.

"Um, I get it, Theo! Ellie!

This beauty, this pity... is more than words can describe!

"" I know! Grandpa!

I just wanted to ask for a little hour what the cont is, but no one stopped the three people who were totally willing to.

Lillianne had the cutest rigging in the world for a while, but couldn't bear to hear it, so she was supposed to kill her spare time with her magic training early.