The name of the Silver Storm Hall comes from the theory that Silvia honestly doesn't believe in it, although only the silver western hall that was built at the time was built, even in the severe storm that collapsed the surrounding buildings.
But as the name of Silver Storm Hall suggests, the Lord is to live in a giant Western Hall as the main house, and besides the main building, there are also training grounds and dormitories for the warriors.
In the morning, Sylvia stares blurredly at the painting decorated in the dining room as she picks up her meal alone in the dining room.
It was now a late friend who painted this painting. Same informer, but they were free there and interacted well at work. There were parts of the equine that didn't fit, and there was a lot of fighting. However, since I had a cooperative relationship as an informant and a common hobby of painting, my friendship continued quite a bit.
There are many people who are gone. Many in the same Silver Storm Hall. I never get used to being gone. I don't even want to get used to it.
Sylvia Tanshita was kept in a child care facility, but was taken to Silver Storm Hall when she was ten years old.
Sylvia, seventeen years old and in the seat of the lead warrior, has at the same time succeeded to the seat of the Lord and has been the Lord for nearly fifty years since. Acquiring various powers and reaching the realm known as Overlife, she maintains her apparent age as a girl, to this day.
The owner of the Silver Storm Hall is only allowed to serve as a lead warrior or a deputy warrior, and is a symbol of power. Therefore, just because you are the Lord doesn't mean you won't go into action. Rather, it is the story that the historical masters were just like those who actively went to the scene. Sylvia also doesn't leak into that example.
I like this job. But sometimes my breath can get stuck. There are many opportunities to see tragedies that I don't want to see. Until then if I say the price of the stimulus, Sylvia is a tachi that I think deeply about for a long time.
(A lot of people say what I am... because they want to avoid a little tragedy. The apricot guy said the same thing, but on the other hand, he knew how I felt without having to say it)
Sylvia remembers her painted late friend as she looked at the grassy landscape painting decorated in the dining room.
At the end of the meal, Sylvia goes out to the garden with the paintings. I decided to spend the day painting.
"The heart of Silver Storm Hall! Protect them! Protect them! Protecting is love and justice! It's the look to protect! Protecting is a mission! Protect us! Protecting yourself is life! It's people's minds to protect!
"Protect is subject to escort! Protecting is love and justice! Protecting is a mission! Protect us! Protecting yourself is life! It's people's minds to protect!
At the corner of the vast garden grounds, pre-training Silver Storm Hall affiliated warriors line up in several rows to recite the voice of second-in-command warrior Kurizo Tajima.
"Why don't you put the look in!?
Kurizo asks like he's angry, but no one answers anything.
Sylvia walks to them.
"Morning, young lady. Poor and beautiful this morning, too. If you don't even open your mouth."
Before Sylvia greets him, Kurizo speaks with a refreshing smile.
"Morning, you guys. Kurizo wants to fight and sell to people from the morning?
Good morning! Lord! '
In response to Sylvia's greeting, the warriors drooped their heads toward Sylvia in an undisturbed motion, greeting her perfectly in unison, bowing their heads at the exact same time.
The perfectly controlled movement of North Korean soldiers is a true representation of their high smell. Of course, there are individual differences in strength, but those recognized as warriors of the Silver Storm Hall are only one strong warrior.
"Hey, Maeshima. Thanks to you, your right forehead's a centimeter to the left. Don't you realize it yourself? Don't disrupt your hair with gratitude. If you accidentally mess it up, put it back on."
Kurizo cautioned, but the warrior cautioned ignores it flatly. It is their true meaning that they are ridiculous and unable to hang out with Kurizo in these places. And Sylvia, who is the main one, also tolerates not having to go out with you, so she follows you.
"At the same time, you have to be responsible for your outer appearance, so that you can be proud. Neither you nor your daughter will know that. It's really lamentable. When I'm in charge, I'll make the area thorough."
"The original seat is fine because I will never give it to you."
Sylvia laughs and affirms to Chestnut III, who speaks in a harsh tone.
Only the Lead Warrior or the Second Warrior can take the lead in the Silver Storm Hall, but with the permission of the previous Lord. If our Lord's seat falls for the third time, the previous Lord will decide between the two of us.
"Totally... I don't understand the nerves of those who don't care about their appearance. Keeping your outer surface is part of continuing to polish yourself, and I can't believe those who are out of hand there, etc. As much as I want my own doppelgenger. And I want to always act together, make my expression, check how it moves, and know how bad it looks that I don't realize. That's how you build more drills. Always make stylish moves so you can behave cool. Tricks, facial expressions, so that it all looks good and determined. That way, you can rise higher as a beauty seeker."
Kurizo grips his fist in front of his face and forces himself to theorize in great seriousness with a worried look.
"Go to Junko and have him remodel it. Get me a doppelgenger, too."
"I also seriously thought about asking the Yukioka Institute. I didn't want to take any strange risks, so I stopped. I hope your daughter checks me out one by one when she acts with me."
"What are you talking about playing with? You."
"I'm serious. As compatriots of the same Silver Storm Hall cauldron, such mutual cooperation should be pursued. When I'm in charge, I'm going to make the area thorough."
"From then on. Just train him."
Tired of chatting with Kurizo, Sylvia leaves where they are. Honestly, it's loud, so I wanted to calm down and paint out of my voice.
Putting your hips down in front of the flowerbed and painting for an hour. There were visitors to Sylvia.
"Whoa, whoa, as good as ever. Hey, my lord"
It is a woman around twenty, dressed in a white suit, who has spoken in a bounced tone. Her hair is white as well as clothes, so she stands out from a distance. It is not gray hair that has grown old and silver, but white dyed hair. Lovely, lovely face there.
Her name is Mie Uchido. Among the warriors of Silver Storm Hall, she is a warrior who once entered the upper ranks and is located in the sixth seat. Sylvia and I are the only close friends of Silver Storm Hall, even off the hook.
"Didn't I tell you before? I don't care if you're good or bad. What matters is personality and feelings. A good painting doesn't bore you."
"That's right. Boulder Lord."
Slaughter branches laughing and praising.
(What's a boulder? You can choose a few words to hammer)
I think so, but it was also a hassle to get into.
"Stick with me. My lord is a good painter, eh? Really nice."
Slaughtered branches laughing and praising with a habitual voice by curly tongues.
"Okay, so go away."
"That's not true. Shh. I said something about the Lord's distractions. Huh?
"If you don't have business, go away. I don't want to be spoken to even though I'm painting, and your conversation hasn't always been human."
"Uh, is that so?
Sylvia complaining, but Killing Mie Branch remains smiling as if she didn't mean to.
"I have business to attend to, sss. It's a new request, not that it seems difficult, but it's a request to nominate the owner. The elders were discussing the mess."
Operations such as job assignments and Silver Storm Hall policy decisions are carried out by Sylvia, the owner, and retirees called elders, but Sylvia is on holiday today, so she left it to the elders alone.
"It's a mess or a disrespectful way to look down on people, huh? Even I, the owner of this place, wouldn't at least refer to the elders that way. If the elders were idiots like you who didn't know how to speak, you might say so."
"Haha, did you? - Be careful in the future, ss."
Noticed by Sylvia, Slaughter Mie Branch laughs openly
"Have you forgotten how many times I've told you not to be nagging when you're being serious?
"Oh, you were serious, tin. Excuse me, sss."
Seen with a jitty eye, the butcher Mitsubishi turned off his grin and bowed his head.
"So, who's the client?
"You don't know. I just heard the elders talking."
"I'll ask you later..."
If I did decide, I would hear from the elders straight away, and I think Sylvia would have bothered to use Killer Mie Branch and not report it, when she heard the answer to Killer Mie Branch.
Mie Tsukuba is highly regarded as the sixth seat among Silver Storm Hall registered warriors, but since conversations with others do not engage properly and she is such a nori at work, she often pulls the leg of the mission, and because her non-combat roles are dangerous and cannot be entrusted to her in any way, she is handled with luggage at Silver Storm Hall. But if it's just pure combat power, it's the number 2 that even outweighs Chestnut Three, so it's a force depending on how you handle it.
In the first place, if there was not even a personality difficulty in the butcher Mitsubishi, he was treated as a second-seat warrior, but because there are so many negative aspects of it, he was treated as a sixth seat.
"That's right, I'm off today, too."
"So what?
I can generally predict what you're going to say, but I'll ask.
"When you're done painting, you're not going to go play, are you?
"Nice."
Sylvia narrows her eyes and breaks her mouth. I am a bad worker, and the conversation doesn't mesh properly either, but as a carefree friend, I had a familiarity with Killing Mitsubishi.