- I'm a famous detective enough to decorate one side of the newspaper, and occasionally I request investigative cooperation. Because he has an idea that we don't have, if he made a hypothesis about Ortimea, I'd love to hear it.

We don't know what's going to happen. It's five more years until the promised day.

I'm also curious about the message your brother left me...

Residential district in the western district, capital of the western state.

"Did you have a handkerchief? Have you forgotten your flight ticket? Brother, are you okay?

"No, it's okay, 'cause I made sure."

One afternoon, Holloro, who made his journey arrangements and left at the front door, was a little worried about Urara. Only the mute next to him, my brother, whose key is often missing, seemed to be the gist of the favor.

To tell the truth, it was also a sign of loneliness, consisting of the two of us leaving the house for a while to come.

Until the end of the drop off, I wanted to exchange words as much as possible, even if it was boring.

"Mute sister-in-law. Brother, please."

Pushing caution to clog in, Urara was gently stroked in the head by the mute.

The two of them smile, "Then I'm coming," and walk out of their homes. A year after graduating from training school, my adult back, with a bit of appearance, drifts away again.

When that doesn't seem to be just a matter of distance somewhere, the desire to 'get bigger fast' swells asexually.

I want to catch up with the two back lengths and see the world they are seeing......

"... come on in"

Urara was finally able to say goodbye when she was alone.

Go back inside the house and get your hands on the chores to be done that day. I also imagine that the house, which has almost started to live for three people for the past year, has actually gotten really big.

"Heh, heh. There's no way... Oh?

Not much time has passed since I dropped them off.

So if she heard the front door get smashed, Urara thought Holloro must have forgotten something. I let go of my hand from the chores I was doing and ran right to the front door.

"Have you forgotten all about your brother..."

I opened the door thinking I had a brother figure, but there's a whole other figure there. He is a suspicious person with a black jacket wearing an engraved mask with some creepy pattern.

Suspicious to see. In front of it, Urara had her body moving reflexively.

In order to protect his brother, whose abilities were limited, he releases a sharp thrust into the opponent's steep point with a body technique cultivated with madness in death.

But the blow doesn't pass by being taken lightly by hand.

Easily stopped......!?

Surprisingly, she takes a second shot.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna do that"

As someone suspicious removes his mask, Vlara remembers his next move. She remembered for sure the faces hidden behind it and the sounding voices.

"How can you…"

Another brother who once broke up alive had a Wedal.

Move the place into the living room, brew the tea and then start talking.

"- So you've already met your brother? Brother, you won't say anything."

"Apparently, you kept your word. The earlier blow was brilliant. Most people won't be able to stand up with that. You're stronger."

Watching Wedal reach for tea, Urara accidentally glanced at her face.

"So, uh, so suspicious... your brother went out, didn't he? Say hello to your lover's parents. I just misplaced it, so I might make it if I still head to the airport..."

"No, I'm here to see you. I'm going to ask Holloro for a message."

"To your brother? Then why don't you just say it directly?

"I'm scared in case you've changed your future. If you ask me again, it won't work."

Wedal looked at the utter face and shook her head small in self-derision.

"What do you mean?

"It's about this one. It's a very important requirement, and I don't know anyone who admires hollows as much as you do. As you can see, your brother doesn't have many friends.... Will you ask me?

"I don't mind, heh. That's kind of funny, isn't it? I can't believe it's an important requirement that I can't communicate directly... so it's going to be a long story, isn't it?

Without delving deeply into the reason, Urara laughed small and gave the atmosphere she was asked to.

"Well, it takes a lot due to the background circumstances you want me to swallow"

"Then I'll take my time listening to you, so please stay the night. Because your brother and sister-in-law have gone out and are kind of suddenly alone and thin."

"Right...... Then I'll take care of you."

- The location of me, the instructor, Dear Gadinoa, Teacher Cialisa, Mint, Mr. Lolopiara, my brother… and five other qualified people is a situation that we have yet to even grasp a clue.

Apart from my brother, who is moving personally, I have heard that Master Gadinoa is also searching for a qualifier.

Sorkuin-kun accompanies him there as a disciple, and it's a well-known fact that he's a hard-working man, so he's still so empowered that he can see it differently by the next time he sees him?

I've been on assignment lately and neglecting my training, so I was wondering if I should...

Imperial territory outpost, rocky mountain depths not even on the map.

There was a cliff by the stripped mountain path, and under the cliff I could see a number of rocks pointy as blades.

If there is no mountain water flowing there, there is no sign that the flora and fauna are breathing. That, roughly unlikely harsh environment in the lower realm, even shows signs as if people are stubbornly refusing to live there.

Solquin was perplexed when he was carried on the big luggage of his journey in such a mountain and taken around silently.

"Um... Mr. Gadinoa"

I finally wondered where I was going and called on Gadinoa's back to walk ahead, but no reply.

I met him shortly after graduating from training school. I haven't seen Alan again in a year.

Believing the so-called "No one goes out to the right as a user of the double sword," he is apprenticed, but now that this week is about to pass, he is plagued by will-to-communicate with him.

"Gadinoa... a, a... master?

Just at random, to try, I try to change the name of the calling.

Huh, it was Gadinoa's footsteps that didn't change, but his shoulders seemed to tremble only for a moment.

"... ugh? Master Gadinoa?"

I call again in the same way, but now I have no reaction.

It's a shame, but not? Then something else similar...?

Solquin puts his hand on his chin and thinks - I can think of one after thinking about it.

"... sir?

Calling it that, Gadinoa stopped and looked back.

By the way, "What? The corresponding expression seemed less than satisfactory.

"Ah, I hit... Um, I was wondering which way you're going to go?

Also, no returns.

"Mr. Gadinoa?

Yeah, I haven't even returned it.

"Master Gadinoa?

Yeah. Together.

"... Dr. Gadinoa?

"Going for the top of this mountain. We'll be there in a couple of hours, so be patient."

There's finally a reaction, and once again Gadinoa starts walking ahead.

Somehow, yes, maybe a little sooner......

I also regret that my sister, who ran in love and refused to disciple, actually made the right choice. But there's nothing more to go on than being in a place where you can't physically turn back than getting his eyes on you.

Solquin's journey continues with a view to the height of the double swordsman and the rebirth of the genre.

- Solquin, I can't imagine what kind of pupil relationship you and Master Gadinoa will have.

I guess what makes you feel like you're going well is that you were a disciple before I was the teacher's godson.

It's a strange way to put it, but I don't think the instructor and Master Gadinoa are alike and similar.

At first, I was full of anxiety and nervousness.

I remember the instructor laughing out loud when he said he wanted to be a gentle knight.

I remember you answering that when I asked you about the mistakes of a gentle knight, you said that you should think and derive for yourself and that you would have faith in the thoughts you derived for yourself.

I remember being supported when I was about to grasp the true face of a gentle knight, inquiring in unobtrusive terms and always watching me from a step away again.

So I can still be a gentle knight for myself and for someone else -.

About a sunny day, Holloro visited Mute's home.

A grand mansion headed by a former senior Confederate knight, Leseride-Schhalv. While the grounds are comparable to the third, the gardens occupying the majority of them are well maintained in every corner.

Functional and stylistic attention was also felt when viewed as if plaster statues, fountains, etc. were provided geometrically.

In front of its splendid main entrance, get off the carriage that came from the nearest airport.

After letting the gatekeeper open the gate, he walks on the property to his mother's - at this time, he watched as one of the gatekeepers who was there panicked and ran earlier to his mother's.

"I don't know, that... that's a great home, huh?

Put yourself in the scenery more than you could have imagined, and Hollow feels restless.

"Did you pull it? ♪ And mute shrugs his shoulders ♪

"I'm just not used to it."

"Right...... It's painful for me to come here and say it, but I want to apologize first because it could be noisy from now on.... I'm sorry, no, I'm really sorry"

As I approached the mother house, the cool expression of the mutt seemed to darken. I was wondering what was going on and he made sure before he got any closer to what he thought was causing it.

"Huh? You got something?

"I think the gatekeeper ran off earlier, probably to inform your father-in-law"

Mute had a conjecture of a 'commotion' that could happen in the future, but Holoro, who had just visited the house, didn't even know what the hell his lover was feeling heavily about.

"I'm here to say hello, and even if I have trouble seeing you?

If we ask more, the mute's expression gets darker and darker.

"Oh, no, you know,... what do you say to yourself, my adopted daughter is very drowned. This is what the servants of the mansion know, so by now, there's a lot of fuss in the mansion..."

"... I mean, what do you mean?

"You think I can't possibly bring a man home, so maybe, no, your father-in-law is furious at ten to eighty-nine."

"You mean angry? Then somehow you two should forgive me..."

"All of the spearheads can be directed at you. Maybe you'll be slaughtered without question."

"Huh? What?

Holoro stops with his mother's house in front of him, stuck in words.

Just as the big front door of the motherhouse opened up, from behind it emerged one big man with a serious grip.

He also dyes his harsh face into ghost shape, removes his jacket and reveals his musculoskeletal body. It is doubtful whether human language will even make sense anymore because of the rough nose and sudden appearance of monsters.

Yes, he was the one, Leslied-Schhalv, the one.

"Pah..., pah..."

He shook his mouth with a message, and sighed into his emotions, and provoked anger.

"My dad won't allow me to socialize. Oh, whoa!?

It is the business that makes his excessive child troubles go away.

- I am convinced that no one will show up who doesn't want to fight any more than your stepfather.

I'm not talking about strength.

Because I don't feel like I'm confronting the same person.

That is no longer an exaggeration to say a kind of special photon. No, absolutely. Please leave it here alone that the annual greeting is a hundred million robberies.

I carefully selected it, thinking it would be longer, but this is all the sentence I've got.

I still have something to tell you about Mint, who is reunited with Mr. Royles, and Mr. Iries, who works with me, but that I would like to carry over to the next opportunity.

Each life has changed, but whatever it was, it was a day without great misfortune. I went a different way than everyone else, and still, I believe the road is connected somewhere.

In the end, I want to see the three of us face each other again next year.

Until then, I wish you a fruitful year from the North Pole -.