Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"I'm glad Osama's feeling better."

Saying so wholeheartedly, Louis turned to a smile where he could see his octagonal teeth lying in bed.

Grandor perceives that his disciples work hard to create an innocent smile, accepts it thankfully because it is the care of the corner, and caresses his head with his habitual hair as a kushakusha.

And from the side of the stroke, Grandor notices that Louis' magic is increasing.

In the next moment, I felt the "negative sentiment", which remained as damp as starch (discharge) in the body of a large farmer, solidify with the momentum of one noise after another.

Grandor stands behind Louis, gazing at his blonde brilliant best friend.

(Though I've been busy lately, there's too much to tell, Grandor)

Taking the glance of his somewhat chilling best friend, Grandor took his big hand off Louis' head.

Negative stars, which had already remained around Grandor, were subjected to Louis' "power of fire," thirsty, falling off the brown body to the floor, and disappearing like dust, Alsen can tell by magic.

And visibly, I also found that my best friend's complexion and his own "earthly power" and boundless inclusiveness were returning.

At the same time, we also confirmed that Louis' fire power had been sharpened, and we also reaffirmed that the "negative starch" affixed to the Grandor was excessively strong.

After Grandor woke up from his bedroom with a big body, stretched out his bent arms and a roaring loud voice.

The last thirsty negative thought that was affixed to him fell and scattered.

"Dear Padrick, I have tea in here"

After seeing it through, with an elegant voice made, the maid put tea on the basin and carried it to the immediate side of Alsen.

"Thank you. Mr. Clear. Mr. Clear is a really sweet maid."

From my best friend Grandor, I have the impression that "you make a great smile," but if you're still a woman in general, with an unexpected, crummy smile, the beautifully shaped soldier calls the maid's name and answers, and receives tea.

The maid, whose name was called Clear, blushed and gave Grandor and Louis tea as well.

Louis' eyes, however, are much cooler.

Because now it's "that Ijiwalmade" who tries to make Lily "alone" or make her wait hungry.

Grandor, who understands the temperature difference between his disciple and his best friend, leaves aside Alsen, who talks to his maid with a makeover laugh for now, and calls on Louis.

(Louis, what the hell happened and that maid became this guest room?. It must have come with Lily's room)

I think Grandor's questions are the most important, so Louis has a history in the "men's room" or Alsen's.

"I hate it when all people who feel kind lose money"

I told him that I made a statement like that.

(So, that Ijiwarmaid, who was kind of in a panic on her way to Osama's room, met the other maids and asked them to replace her in this guest room.)

Louis whispers to Grandor's louder ears.

Louis did hear that Arsene, who came across the scene where the maids were rubbing in charge, was "smiling" in the example, just as good, he muttered.

'Excuse me, may I have a moment?

Among the maids Arsen was rubbing, he broke in with a serene voice, and from there, at a "belly-black aristocrat" good pace, he proceeded to talk and decide.

If you listen to me, since Deacon Locke has been lying down, the maids are in charge of extracting the rooms.

Without the coarse phase, I could not see what was "on my own".

In the meantime, Alsen first replaced the maids in Lily's room with maids that seemed relatively calm from Louis' point of view.

And should it be called the dominant demonstration of a belly-black aristocrat, let the maid, Clear's heart, flex to the verge of a cage by fully activating her endearing appearance, which she was told would take three mistresses with her in a travel inn.

Speaking cleverly, he spoke to Clear, only to "Clear does the job from himself".

"A servant like Mr. Clear would also like you to be in my mansion in Wang Du.

I'm sure this cozy room in Robrow's mansion belongs to your work, thank you. "

Arsene praises Beta, and the maid smiles.

Louis is frightened when he sees a maid talking to Arsene with a smile on her face, but he also thinks it's better than the face he was dealing with Tunken and Lily.

I wonder why Lily had Ijiwaru.

Grandor looked calm and pounded his uncommonly contemplating disciple's head with his big hand.

"It's harder for a man to understand a woman's feelings than farming."

"Yeah, you are."

Louis nodded honestly and laughed as he showed his octagonal teeth toward Grandor.

Louis turned to Grandor, who decided to take care of the time of the esteemed rather than not knowing.

"Osama, hurry up and do another sword arch."

"Before that, Louis needs to fix his mold habits. Through the gap of habit, they shoot in as many blows as they can"

Alsen watched as he had a conversation with his maid as Grandor spoke to Louis just a little more verbally, guiding the mould.

Then the guide ends, making sure that the master and the disciple laughed at each other, then put a no in the maid and talk to the two of them.

"So long, Mr. Clear. Louis, please send you to your room."

When Arsen said, Louis, who was on Grandor's side, turned into a Kyoton face.

"Looks like Grandor, too, has gotten a lot easier thanks to you, Louis, but he's still sick. Let me give you some rest."

Arsene's opinion was certainly muscular, but Louis is still a shame.

Grandor noticed the dripping look in Louis' eyes, but as a master he also teaches common sense to his disciples.

"Right, Louis. I hope you are physically fit, but I don't need to be free as soon as I say hello.

And it's my job now to give my body a break and make sure the person I see looks healthy. "

"- Okay, okay."

Grandor slapped Louis' head lightly again, prompting him to return to the room.

Ask for Louis while Arsene creates an "intimate atmosphere" in Clear.

"Mr. Clear, Louis, you can't stop missing Grandor.

If you're back in your room, let me join you with Butler Apprentice Stu and Ato. "

"I'm in awe"

Clear puts the tray on the trolley and stares at Arsen inadvertently with his hands together on his chest.

(Well, Arsen might be honest enough not to hold the maid's hand here, not to make her think)

Grandor was laughing bitterly at his best friend's plethora of playboys as he put his cheekstick on in his bedroom.

"Well, thank you. Say hello to Ars, Louis."

Arsene sent the maid and Louis out of the room and locked them tightly in the guest's room.

Grandor utters words of labor to his "loathsome aristocrat" best friend, who sighs heavily on his shoulders.

"Every time, let Alsen's colored man wrap his tongue around it. But it was really helpful to take care of the maid."

Alsen's face looking back through the door was Grandor's well-known "true Alsen" smile.

Looks like just a little trouble, but few people know it's Alsen's real smile.

"No, I'm sorry that I'm the one who put an extra load on Grandor without thinking about it.

And if you don't use this face when it's useful, you'll be told it's rotten, and by some baker apprentice, Odishan. "

Alsen smiles again, placing his hand with white gloves on his face, which is called the end.

"But Grandor. This was a series of tough events for you."

Now Arsen was turning to Grandor, looking at labor.

"What, I'll make sure you think it's a good chance to reaffirm my own impudence. Lately, I've been nurturing agricultural businesses and new talent, so I left my insides to myself. Let's think God has given us the opportunity to match the table with the back of the ledge, not knowing where we are"

Mumbling like a long soliloquy, Grandor lay down again the body that was awake.

"Is your body still tight?. Negative thought, Louis, was the power of your fire, and it all seemed to peel off."

Arsen stands where Louis was until earlier, staring at his best friend, who was somewhat stronger in front of his disciple.

Grandor leaked in front of his best friend, not hesitating to bitterly laugh at his genuine and weak voice.

"It feels like after too much bad sweat, my body's a little hot and dahly."

"If it's hot and dally, it would have been nice if you could borrow the ice spirits from under the Pope"

"That's gonna annoy you, Lotz."

Alsen, too, but Grandor, who is quite close to the Pope, still calls him "you".

And after all, Grandor finally got up bah, even as his body's dalliness lay down, he couldn't get out of it.

"Is it faster to take a bath? Alsen, I'm sorry, but can I ask for a favor?

"Yes, leave it to me"

There were times when Grandor was an assistant instructor and Arsen was a student at a military school, so it's easy to ask Grandor, who always takes care of people, for Arsen has no other love.

Alsen herself is usually asked by "clever sage" to run errands like she couldn't hold Wagamama together.

But they don't do "normal" favors unexpectedly, so I also enjoy Grandor's casual favors.

As the water was to be handled, Arsen took off his military jacket and put it in the closet of the room.

He also removed the white gloves he always wore and headed to the bathroom where they were provided.

Arsene enters the bathroom wearing an internal outfit provided for the bathroom while cleverly removing the military braided boots.

"This is fancy."

With a black rock on the floor, the tub is provided with wood as if it were stuck in a rock.

Buckets and chairs of hot water used in the bath were also made of wood, and a unique good incense tickled Arsene's nose.

(This tree is Hikiki.)

The bathtub was gently flushed in the provided shower, and when the water twisted the valve coming out, the water was released, and a further incense filled the bathroom.

(This incorporates exotic construction)

Watching water accumulate in the bath, Alsen recalls where rabbit sages and apricots were fighting in tandem.

Alsen, who doesn't have an immediate view of the scene he's fighting, but is good at witchcraft.

What kind of phylogenetic technique did you use?

could be deduced from the scene immediately after the battle was over.

(Indeed, the technique used by the lord to stab the boar in the stomach, which was also exotic)

Arsene is not very bright for exotic technique.

Familiar with exotic techniques are rabbit sages and

"Oh, Alsen, thank you."

It was a grandor, which is often considered negligible when it comes to magic.

Grandor, already naked and ready to bathe by wrapping a towel around his waist, stood right behind Alsen.

"I haven't saved any water yet."

Looking like Arsene was just a little shuddered, Grandor grinned bitterly and scratched his head boldly.

"Arsene would have noticed, but thanks to Louis, the negative thoughts burned and dusted and fell, but I was very thirsty."

"Sure looks like it"

When Arsene puts her hand on Grandor's successful arm, she finds herself caged in heat other than her body temperature.

When Arsene narrowed her eyes slightly and changed her vision, the little spirits could immediately embody and see.

"Surely this won't catch the heat. My little salamanders are choking on Grandor's body."

Alsen, who changed his sight, was able to see a lot of little fire lizards like him using his successful body as a plaything tool, which he burned on Grandor's day.

"Ha, still? Everyone in the street is sore and itchy."

Grandor scratches his skin after Salamander runs through the chocolate, which was funny to Arsene and unwittingly blows out, but he asks her if she is worried about her best friend.

"But, Louis, if you just filled your magic with this look, it's hard for Grandor, who acts with you all the time, to keep the lights down. Even though you are easily liked by the Spirit of Fire."

Spirits also have character, and when using spiritual art, the character of the surgeon often determines the salt plum (dust) of the procedure.

The Spirit of Water is to the kind man.

The Spirit of the Wind is untouchable.

The Spirit of the earth spares no effort.

And the Spirit of Fire, to the strong.

Strong definitions also often depend on the Spirit of Fire but simply prefer "powerful".

"I know it's hard for spirits to like you, but you're tight on boulders.

Ever since I picked up Louis, it's an exotic ritual, but once a day, I suppress the fever. "

The words "exotic" appeared from Grandor, so Arsen thought about asking about the procedure, but just after he had stored water in the bathtub of the jar, he decided to do so later.

(The salamander ran around and Grandor seemed itchy.)

The red flaming lizard, which stops on Grandor's shoulder, sticks diligently to his burnt skin on a gentle, strong day as he gives out his tyrosis and tongue.

(Maybe the Spirit is adapting to your personality, Louis)

Arsene was smiling when the Spirit of Fire moved around with chocolate felt like Louis, who really nostalgic for Grandor.

To Alsen smiling, Grandor looked just a little strange, but as the hot tub was about to overflow, he twisted the valve and stopped.

"Then Grandor. After you leave, I want to sweat too, so leave me some hot water. There seems to be a dinner party at night, so I'll take a bath too.

So, I'd like to confirm a few things, so it would be nice to hang out with you after dinner. "

Where Arsene left the bathroom, Grandor took a towel that was wrapped around his waist and placed it in a non-wet part of the bathroom.

"I understand. Thank you, then. I'll take the most bath. You may also read the materials borrowed from the Lordship as you wish.

Apparently Eliphas helped codify it, too. "

Tell Arsen so, Grandor twists the valve where the water comes out of the toilet bucket and stores the water.

Grandor squeezed his face tight after Arsene left the bathroom perfectly.

The cold, crossing water coming from the basement is basically and intensely washed from the head by a strong body that is stored in a handkerchief and burned in the day.

And again, open the valve and store the water in the bucket.

There was no extra clutter on Grandor's face, but he looked harsh, bathed in cold water, and continued to wriggle.

- - Arsen returns to the room, confirming the sound of Grandor saying "Bashari".

When I look at the futon floor, the little fire lizard Salander comes out sliding through the walls of the chorocholo and the bathroom.

It's supposed to be the spirits of fire mimicking the appearance of a faceless reptile, but somehow I feel lonely Arsene.

Grandor's body would have been cozy for the Spirit of Fire.

Arsene, sympathetic to the Spirit of Fire only a little bit, once laid her green eyes down and closed her "sight" where she could recognize the Spirit.

"Well, may I also read the material lightly with the bath support"

Arsen moves on with his military uniform for the ceremony to be worn for the dinner party and with the retrieval of the medal that must be worn by the rules once.

- - Concon.

When he hears a knock, Arsen turns his green eyes to the entrance.

(Without ringing the bell, who is it?)