Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

Republic of Eizeon, Central Region and Province of Dalia Road.

The capital, Silphiline, was bordered by a second capital, the capital of the southern region and major administrative division, Draciera.

Also known as the "Passage of the Wind Spirit," the theory is famous, named for the fact that it seemed so, that all the states of the Republic are constantly blown into new winds to flourish.

The seven-year-old mutt, not yet renamed, lived here.

As the daughter of her parents, who run a small coffee shop, she was born and raised in a certain amount of happiness that was never a wealthy life but still had no difficulty.

She is a father concessionaire, she is a mother concessionaire, she has good guidelines, and she also has qualities that just make her a knight even more - her parents say, she was an 'overdone daughter'.

"Father, what is that?

"Yeah? That's... that's a filter. It's what cleans the water, it must have white stones in it."

During the holidays of the coffee shops set up each month, time without family water is spent.

Riding on the shoulder of his father, Marc, he joined hands with his mother, Aurelie, and was transported back down the boulevard overflowing with people.

And when he found something novel by the side of the road, he pointed to it and asked out of curiosity. I felt affectionate and unconsciously respectful towards my parents who answered me without being depressed.

"So small...... you went further than when we were kids. Especially in the last few years."

"Certainly not until the country invites good scientists from outside. I'm guessing it has an impact."

Words I still don't remember, which I hear from my parents' conversations, are no exception.

"Kakoshi? Rapporteurs?"

"I guess... people who are working very hard. Most of what we take for granted is what they take for granted. So we who don't think about it should be thankful. Don't let them get used to new things and laugh that they can't do the old ones. But I can't even think about it..."

"Ugh... I don't know"

Marc tries to tell his daughter that she remembers things better every day. But if you speak poorly, you don't communicate that point well.

Often at these times, it was decided that Aurelie broke in between. She doesn't have a man's wife like that with Dada, so she knows it too.

"I try to dress up again. So it's always a long story, isn't it?

"I wonder if you could wrap your words a little softer... my chest hurts"

"You have been since the time of the proposal. If you just say" marry me, "do something good, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.

"Wait. Why don't you stop talking about that in front of this kid?

A mother pointing her lips at a father who happens to be worthless.

Mute, who had begun to know the world quite well, realized that this was not a fight. Then I still didn't know what it was. I couldn't even find a good word to ask.

"Mother, are you angry?

"No, I'm not angry. It's stacked. Do you mind? You mustn't love weak spiritual bearers like your father. Because you'll be forced to struggle to get just one word you want at that time. How much the hell I ran away at that time..."

"I don't know, but I love your father. No."

I loosened my cheek to my daughter's words and Marc turned to Aurelie.

"Right. Right. Do you love your father... then today, I'll buy you just one thing I like. 'Cause you always make a good kid, haha."

"... you really are a sloppy person"

A secluded coffee shop on the ground off Silphiline's boulevard.

Morning and noon are busy with workers looking for a meal, and during the day the idle birds are chirping at night, flirting with a long, twisted lady with a cup of coffee. That's what Marc and the others run.

Eight years after the opening of the store, it is neither new nor old, but the reputation is spreading and the familiarity with the face is increasing. The atmosphere that is likely to become difficult to manage in the future cannot be felt from the customer's point of view.

One evening, Marc was inviting his best friend to this store.

With people paid for closing earlier than usual, only Marc, Aurelie, Mute and their best friends and found out faces stood in the store.

Because he was the one I rarely saw, and I'm unlikely to be able to talk calmly with anyone else - such a plan is only because I'm willing to spare even a small amount of time.

"Ah, Uncle Gilvim. Welcome! I missed you!

His father's best friend's name was Gilvim-Edelturk, he said.

Since my parents told me he was coming, Mute has been waiting for a reunion now or now. That overflowing feeling became uncontrollable as soon as I saw him.

Full of joy, he spreads his little arms wide and flies. Press your face to sweeten it subsides in his big nose.

She, who was nostalgic to him, was adored accordingly.

"Oops... is that you? You've grown. Different in a little while."

"Hey, you're staying for a while, right? Shall we play together at night?

"Ha, I'm fast. No, of course not."

Gilvim's consciousness moves from his arms to Marc, who was in the counter.

"Hey, you look good and most importantly, Gilvim... you're the same"

"I'm sorry. You're a little faster... you're the one who's still the same."

Stick around and drag the girl you can't leave and hold the hand Gilvim was offered by his best friend.

For the first time in a year, the handshakes exchanged between them were rigidly exchanged to delight in reunion. Until Aurelie, who was watching by her side, complained of being "grumpy and painful," there was no sign that it could be solved.

"Grandpa, did you have dinner? I made it today too."

Mute got a little better at it and taught Gilvim.

"Is that true? Then it's going to be worth the hunger."

"Yeah, because it's absolutely, absolutely delicious"

- Going back nine years.

Mute lived in common happiness. I also thought he was alive.

It's just that she was young and didn't know it yet. Neither the back face my parents had, nor the reason I lived in a neutral country, nor the blood of an empire flowing through my body, nor the human traits I admire, were informed of much.

All in all, they were something you should never have known.