Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Well, say it again.

The name of a rare magician is "Objection."

Wet black eyes in the rain with dark hair, a beautiful woman, Live Timpany, dressed in light armor in a beautiful royal escort knight costume stands by the wounded Netourc.

She was a knight, but not with a sword, and put out an iron claw stretching out of her cage hand, licking it like a cat and looking at Belzebule.

Only the words at the end of the story are heterogeneous, but she carries a mysterious atmosphere that makes even that feel natural.

"Again, you've got an incredible presence coming in."

"Oh, I have to admit that."

"Nha?! The eagle is full bocco?!

Netsuetzurk also hitched a ride on Belzebule's words, and as Rye looked back, the wise man laughed unfaithfully, even as he injured his shoulder.

"Nyah, you're laughing by the way - you cried cute Lily." Of the human denaci. "Is there a rabbit sage hall?

Rye turns his iron fingernails to the man with his big, tinted hair and eyes.

"Oh, well." Here we go. I'm a rabbit sage. "

Netuark speaks out when he looks like a rabbit and answers Rye.

Rye had only slightly sharp beastly eyes, staring at the rabbit sage of man's appearance, and the next enemy, Ong - staring at Belzeble.

"Hmm. Sounds good. I dare you, Lord Sage, to correct you."

Netuark understood what Rye was going to say and smiled bitterly, adding more vertical wrinkles between the frowns of his wrinkled face.

"Too many misnamed" rare magicians "!

The Kingdom of Celisanceum, the rare magician is the Citron Label!.

Your belly black nobleman's mom is nothing but a genius magician!

Rye put up a relatively flat chest and ran out.

"- Well, then, the memory of the eagle is rare. Let the magician be Lord Citron Label with silver hair.

Now, the definition of the existence of the eagle is "human enemy."

Berzebul stared at his enemies - the "seemingly female knightly" beings between him and Netsuark - with fans.

"Ma'am, depending on your response, I don't have to save you any extra time, and don't look at" things that were cute kittens "as enemies"

"Nah."

The presence of a monarch in front of Rye can be seen as "something that is not a person".

"Mr. Rai, if you get hurt, Mr. Rico, it's very heartbreaking. Thanks to you, the situation opened up, so..."

Netuark stood up and set up a knife.

"It'll take a while, but can you wait in this place?

"Nyah. Both things," I'm sorry. "

Rye turned to Nico and Netuark, smiling famously in charming.

He became the cat's eye mowing his prey at the next moment, and was beginning to run his supple, proud body toward Belzeble.

"Mr. Rai - please don't push me. Yikes!

Netuark stood up for Rye to throw in support of the knife at the same time as he moved.

"Huh, too bad. Cats are my favorite animals."

Belzeble sets up a fan and takes shape for interception.

Take an iron claw on Rye's quick first punch with a fan as he retreats.

In the meantime, like earlier, Belzeble created and floated a sphere of disease around him with the magic of the wind to chop his enemies.

"With support, neutralize and!

Netuark lowers his posture, wrapping mud around the knife and throwing it toward the sphere of the wind.

Doss, the knife wrapped around the soil with the sound of a thrust into the earth with Doss, "thrust" into the sphere of the wind, as the mud fell from the knife under wind pressure, and the sphere scratched off as it was.

"Lord Sage - Nice Assist"

If that's what Rye hasn't made you antagonize with the fan, wave up your hands with iron claws.

"No matter how much magic there is for two, if there is one person to use it, it will be a treasure rot."

By Rye, the second iron claw poke was swung down.

"Kiiiiiiiiiiiin" and the clash of metal and metal echo like ripples in a rainy courtyard.

Rye's sharp second shot had been taken by Berzebul's weapon, which had once again turned into a fine sword.

"" Use two things well. "That's the old man's wisdom," Mr. Black Kitten. ""

Strange and belsemble spoke to Rye in a serene voice as they antagonized each other's weapons.

"Nyah. I hope you don't tell me something like grandma - Yikes!

Rye pulled through his iron claws, in a move that only seemed gorgeous acrobatics, down to the side of Netsuerk.

"The Sage Hall of Rabbits. How long after" time "?

Rye looks at his somewhat bladed iron nails and asks, smashing his tongue.

Netsurk opened his mouth in a way that also sounded "appropriate", whining the wording to call something.

"Do you accept that Mr. Apricot is here?"

Or did Mr. Eliphas say, "I'm ready, that's when."

"Ha!?. Until such an undecided out-of-the-box opportunity comes, are you willing to let the eagles fight?!.

The eagle is, in the first place, the successor to the rare magician Citron Label!. Brainy!

"Yeah, I think so too"

When I answered with a sincere, crisp face to be Netuk,

"Talking sounds fun, but think about the situation."

Berzebul used his fine sword as a weapon and stuck it like a big arrow to the wise and the sorcerer.

The colored eyes and the pitch-black eyes meet in an instant, kicking the earth and jumping as if they were broken up in two hands.

The distance between each other opened wide at once, as the movements with springs, whether for Netourc or Rye, were excellent.

And just in the middle of it, Belzebule stands with a fine sword.

"Now, which one should we finish first?

Be careful, what you go after is no, you go after rabbits and cats, but you don't get either. "

"Nyah. Grandpa, surprisingly humble."

Rye scratched up her forehead as the rain dripped, and said with a peppery tongue out, Ong laughed wide as it rained cuckoo.

"" Arrogance "is another" name "of my monarch. It is terrible, such as what I tell you.

Well, if there were two enemies there, they'd say, "Two birds a stone," or something like that. "

"- No, I'd be all over it."

Answer with your middle finger quickening your glasses down in the rain while Netsurk speaks the language.

Belzeble laughs again.

"Huhu, you say you look completely different, but you just say things that go beyond the idea of a monarch-like eagle.

The arrogance with which the monarch does not draw, "My brother" does not rely on his family, but on the wise man of the stingy. "

"Nyah, then what's the word that stands for Grandpa?

To Rye's words of pure interest, Berzebul erased the atmosphere of "favorite grandfather" he had ever had at once.

"Huh, you want to know?.

What, now I'm surprised at the right words for my mood at this time.

Jealousy!

"Watch out, Mr. Rai!. If you lay your weapon, your fingernails on the left and right, in the form of punishment, you can stand it!

Belzebul's words of anger are followed by the screams of Netsuerk.

Of the four heroes of the war, the speediest "Arsen of the Devil's Sword" thin sword was looming in front of Rye.

("Punishment")

He followed Netuark's words, which Rye had picked up so hard, that he crossed his weapon nails in front of him.

Beyond the crossed nails, the moment Rye confirmed that Belzebule had drawn a brilliant monogram with a fine sword, the caged hand of his arm was lighter and ten iron nails danced into the universe, beautifully broken.

"- I've got the perfect weapon for you. Liv becomes a knight, it's a celebration."

It was the same weapon that Rico and his silver-haired old lady gave me "Live" on the same rainy day they were on the floor of death.

(- "Grandma"!)

While Rye was wrapped in shock, the sound of an iron claw crushed echoed "late" with Kin.

"- But once again, I'll make a plan!. Sage, Netuark!

With jealous eyes, Belzebule looks back at Netuark.

In the next moment he spread the sound to the mud 10 times, and all the broken claws were stunningly pierced by the mud at the feet of Belzebule.

"I owe Grandma Citron and I have to pay that back!.

Use any hand to protect my granddaughter!

Netuark played a long finger.

The broken claws piercing the earth shone in silver, stretched out like willed ropes with tremendous momentum, tying the body of the belsemble.

"- Citron Label, a rare magician, is a tight defense of life, made in silence to his granddaughter.

There's one Seraphim, let me tie him up and buy him some time!

When Netsuruk plays his finger again, the silver string that binds him wraps around the body of the old man, glued to increase his strength even more.

And there was a lightning strike along with the loud sound, which increased the distortion in the space of the fountain where Rye came from.

"Even" Nature "has become an enemy in this battle with men"

With a flame of "jealousy" in his eyes, Belzeble looks at the fountain tied to a silver string and distorted in space.

"- Will you give up on this occasion," Belseble, god of heights! ".

Before you became Belzebub, the monarch of hell, "Please!" "

Netsuerk called on Berzebul, even as he uttered language calling for something.

"Phew, don't say" wish "for a being you call God," please "?

Everywhere, arrogant and clever.

- I've been asked since my monarch and wife. "

[Belzebule, will you come to me, whether you fall into heaven or not?

On the twelve brilliant wings, the "pride" of the name arrogance shines in the empty eyes, which I could recall to Belsemble even after the "present", after an uninterrupted time.

("Glowing Child at Dawn," "Angel of the Stars," My Monarch)

[Any presence is fine, pick me up sometime.

I first taught you how to love, how to be "jealous"]

Sad and sweet, my wife.

In the midst of intense rain noises, the sound of a machine that does not pass magic further expands the space with the sound of "gagging" on the chest of Netuark.

"Sage, it's Lily. Dinner party changed.

I want you to listen to me because everything has happened.

Quick, sage. If your investigation is done and you're back, I want to hug you like a stuffed animal.

Please, wise man, may my voice be heard. "

Belzebule laughed when the young girl's voice heard her tense "junction" about to break.

"Sage Netsuark, tie me up once now with the strings I have prepared so cleverly, but good"

"- Then don't hesitate"

When Netuark plays his finger, Grapenil, during the day hours before he feels like a long time ago.

A magical string sealing the movements of the flaming pig Grimblesti appears this time in the hands of the wise man in the form of a deep red string.

"I didn't know they would be tied up in red and white, or in some eastern country it seems to be an eye-catching color, and the eagle would be tied.

As one of the exotic gods, as long as it's ironic "

Where is Belzebule's voice when he says that?

Silver strings weaken the power to bind themselves.

(Sounds like Grandma Citron. It's just a way to tie things up that are willing to get busted)

"You're not the monarch of hell, are you?

Even the silver string of haz that was tied, Netuark approaches the belsemble that looks like an ornament to the majestic king's garment.

"Lord Sage seems to know another figure of the eagle."

I look up to a young man whose bell zebble is a little taller than me, with colored hair and eyes.

"Everywhere, he says, he doesn't resemble the monarch. Yeah, but there was only one."

"Let me know if you like"

Netuark plays his finger and the deep red grapenil wraps around the bell zebble.

"- Huh," Ok, ok, ok. "

You're full of confidence and arrogance, and you don't look over there, you give hope for what you're trying to do, like that. "

The junction, which was distorted from the fountain, finally spread throughout the courtyard.

"In this appearance, then, goodbye. Sage Netsuark.

Take good care of the cat lady who squatts there. "

Behind the bell zeble, there was a lye sitting petarily on the earth of mud, gazing at the caged hand, which had crushed iron claws, and streaming a few muscles of rain and tears into his cheek.

"- Grandma, Grandma"

Netuark nodded slightly in pain, looked at his face, and Belzebule sighed one.

"Being honest in weird places is also troubling because of the similarity. Huh, fair enough. I like cats.

Let the Seraphim's Sovereign opponents, you who fought together and fought well, leave no groove behind. "

Ong, wrapped in deep red and silver strings, kneels before a squatting lye.

(With that said, this monk. Never in the end, never got to my knees in the fight)

As Netsuerk thought about it, Belzebul gently stroked the black hair wet in Rai's rain, which kept tears flowing.

"Cat lady. If you hadn't been able to use your claws in that shape, I'd have bounced off your thin neck."

To Belzebule's unhesitant words, Rye finally raised his face.

"And the man in the back, you know.

A man named Arsen Padrick, the power he used, can slash and throw away anyone but his heart and soul.

That's why the moment I went after you, the man had to instruct you, yeah. "

"But nya. That's my grandmother."

I mourn the loss of shape claws as Rye gazes at the silver strings that still bind the bell zeble.

"The weapon, this man will be able to fix"

"- Can you fix it?

Rye's tears stopped.

When I saw it stop, I stroked my head again as if Belseble was relieved.

"If the present figure of the eagle disappeared, the broken nail would represent itself in this place.

However, even if the shape of the repair weapon is restored, "force" like this one will never work again.

Grandma's "rare magician" powers will never appear in this world again.

In that sense, it's really not goodbye "

"Oh, Grandma"

BELZEBLE puts out a small wand before Rye, who once again wept in his eyes.

Unlike the cane that Belzeble had from the beginning, it was a beautiful cane that was thin and white.

"Grandma's, wand nya"

"From the memory of you and the silver-haired lady, I tried to shape it"

Rye's tears begin to flow again.

"In my memory, I was captured by my name and identity, and I was not allowed to take part in dropping off the rare magician's hall, I see a young lady"

Rye snorted.

Citron Label, Liquorice Label and the "label family" are famous families who have produced many high-ranking officials and healers, both politically and socially.

How Rye was adopted by the Citron Label has come to nothing but speculation in the public at all, and the truth remains unknown.

Someone who hit Citron's brother (Liquorice's grandfather) helped him a lot, but Rye was not allowed to attend the ceremony that ended up dropping Citron off.

"- For once now, you should say a good goodbye"

Belzeble lent Rye a white cane.

"-Nah, Grandma, Grandma!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rye cries in the rain, hugging her wand.

"You raised a black kitten that couldn't even open your eyes to a beloved" man, "a magician?

He's a "rare magician."

While I was alive, I wanted to try to interact once.

That's what happens to women who can preach to the wise men there. "

Belzebule looks back at his wrinkled hands and turns to Netsurk.

"How arrogant of you to think that all your efforts would be rewarded, did you still have them?"

With those words, Netuark laughs bitterly in remembrance of the flat-handed punch with the snap on his cheek.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't put that memory in your mouth even if you knew it, Lord Belseble."

When Netuark scratched his wet head if it was to burst and splash, the space began to move.

"" Should I have no hard memories "?

Or "If I'm going to get over it, should I get over it even if it's a little hard"?

I don't know yet. "

When Belzeble gives Rye his hand, Rye returns the soothing white wand to Belzeble.

"Thanks."

"I told you so many times, you like cats.

Still wet in tears but good eyes.

It is a sad memory, a pan, and an overwhelming eye.

There are times when Lord Netuak can't fix a ditch on his own. "

The cane received from Rye returns from the white "Citron Label" cane to what Belzebule had originally.

"Lord Netsuruk, I'm going to lend you my wisdom when I fight next time. - Would you like to come?

Where a white crack came in from the edge of the courtyard, he began to wind up something like a cakera.

"- 'Cause I do need a" strategy "to fight you guys, but in the end, my heart problems can be bigger"

When Netsuerk answered that, Belzebul did, he laughed.

Kakela rose to about the height of Netsuruk's head, and the rain was increasing in intensity.

I'll see you later. Now I can't be a "duke and wife" in hell.

And it's impossible to honor the monarch's "brother."

Belzebule's appearance had diminished and the silver string and the deep red string had begun to loosen naturally.

"- My brother, too, seems ready for that.

Truth be told, "he" is also "jealous" although he is grateful to you for following his brother, the Lord.

My beloved wife, or Seraphim, but I can follow her, to the heart. "

"- Oh, my God, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Listening to Netsuerk's words, Belzebul laughed heavily at the rain sky.

"How puzzling! But I was convinced.

I didn't think you were jealous of this position. "

Netuarly disappeared, and Netuark shook his head to the side with a big laugh.

"I was going to be most trusted, cherished," put it down. "What spiciness.

Being betrayed or caring for yourself is only a shackle to those who are left behind. "

Belzebule had almost disappeared.

But Kakera of the junction is still dancing, so Netsuerk spoke the earlier words.

(It could be hell to be tied to those "memories" again. Rabbit Sage Hall, Cat Lady)

I heard Belzebule on the heads of Netuark and Rye, and the dust of the last junction fell between them.

And all the junctions disappeared, the rain still fell, in a rough courtyard where only the traps were all activated.

A man with glasses, tinted eyes and hair, carrying a deep red string with nothing tied, and a brunette beauty squatting on the earth pierced by broken nails shining in silver were left behind.

"Well, then we can't go into the old lord's mansion anymore, and we don't have time, do we?

Netuark takes the silver pocket watch out of his chest and opens the watch lid.

And I compared the time shown in the clock version with the position of the moon a few times that I could manage if I sharpened my nerves even from the rain clouds.

"I'm sorry, can I borrow your watch?

With a slightly swollen vision, Rye nodded small as he looked at the broken nails stabbing the earth, and from his chest, he offered Netourc a pocket watch inspired by a black cat.

"Thanks.

Is there still a time lag? "

Netuark thinks about his clock, Rye's clock, and the current "true" time that the position of the moon indicates, compared to those three.

The time now read from the feeling and experience of Netuark and the current time his clock engraves, and the time Rye's clock shows.

If you can see how time progresses fastest,

"Current time"

Next thing you know, you're 30 minutes behind your current time.

♪ The time that Rye's clock shows ♪

And an hour and a half behind the current time.

"The time indicated by the clock of Netuark".

(Among the bonds that Mr. Weng of Belzebule was straining, time was slowing.

so that "outside time" goes fast.

Now, which way did things work?)

- Does "Apricot" accept certain facts?

- "Eliphas," are you ready?

(Which is not strange and both are possible)

"Thank you for the watch, Mr. Rai"

When Netuark returned the clock, Rise and Rai received it leaning down.

Rain-wet forehead hides Rye's pleasant black eyes so I can't read her expression on Netsurk.

However, I can't read the look on my face, but I have had quite a bit of life experience. Netuark's inquiry complains.

"Eat up your teeth and don't bite your tongue".

"Nyah, Osama the Sage of the Rabbit of the Human Denashi"

The moment I saw Rye's sharp gaze from the gap in his wet forehead.

There was a sound with the pasin, a shock ran on Netuark's cheek, and his glasses, which never came off even in his previous battle with Belzebule, blew away.

"Why didn't you just shut up?

Netuark goes to pick up his silently blown glasses.

And he picked up his right arm, undamaged glasses all over the mud, and dropped the mud on his glasses with long, clever fingers.

"The question is too vague, so can you be specific about what you want to hear a little more about, please?

Having said that, he put his glasses, which were still thin and muddy, on the face of Netuark's slightly reddish and swollen cheeks.

"Why didn't you shut up about Grandma cutting her life on the weapon?!.

Besides, how did you know to use life-saving magic, you wouldn't have stopped me?!.

I have to use that magic, Grandma, maybe I could have lived a little longer yet?!.

Then, then, then... "

Though Rye's figure was that of a woman close to adulthood, she began to weep again, as if she were as much of a girl as Lily.

"Then, if it's been a little longer, I might have seen the cherry blossoms, with Rico and the eagle and Grandma, together, I love Grandma.

How dare you!

Rye's eyes were sharp and brilliant, and the arrows of the wind plundered Netsuerk's pale hair.

"Keep your emotions down, Live Timpany"

Netuark "warns" with a rare, flat voice and plays his finger with his right hand that he can move.

Then the ten silver, shining iron claws that had stabbed the earth floated fuzzily and fitted on the left hand side where Netuark could manage to hold them.

"Back up!. That's a crocodile!.

My grandmother gave me the eagle!

When Rye is fierce, his black eyes glow, and now several arrows of disease wind plunder Netuark.

(Belzeburoung, apparently this "cat" has more time with "grandma" than his own life so far)

Netuark tried to sigh, but stopped.

Now any action will hurt Rye's feelings.

With as few words as possible, Netsuerk wanted to talk so that Rye could be convinced.

And I wanted to tell you a lot about why Citron Label took this approach.

An overflowing "love" for the "granddaughter" named Live Timpany from the backed "Citron Label".

That's all the sage has the pride of having to tell without a doubt.

[I regret the past when I was unable to communicate well and hurt my loved ones' families.

Netuark, no, you're the one who asked for it.

And if you owe me that girl her life, why don't you buy a hater here and put on some mud to live strong and strong as a knight?

It reminds me of Citron, who, while on the floor of death, forcefully asks Netuark.

With that said, it was a rainy day that I broke up with her and the last time I saw Grandma Citron.

The sound of "Zarzaar" makes me miss my feelings, but it gives silence to the heart of Netsurk.

(I'll use Rye's "favorite word" to tell you. I want to tell you well)

When I saw Rye, I could still see tears in the rain, even over the muddy, sumptuous glasses.

(Ma'am, piss me off, 'cause I'm used to men and women crying)

Netuark, who is both reflective and ready, but also knows the power of his "minute," faces him in the rain to explain to Rye.

"Mr. Rai will know thin too, so let's just say the way it is.

The first question is:

Grandma Citron kept her mouth shut about using this magic.

Because he said so, I kept that promise "

This Netsurk word was really true, and Rye, listening to the wise man's explanation, nodded quietly as he was convinced by this answer.

"If you're a grandmother, say so."

I hear Rye's getting some calm, too.

It's not solidified, and I accept it if it's an acceptable "answer".

(Now, the next question is a little silly bender)

"If you knew the magic of cutting lives and using them, why didn't you stop them?"

(Though I can also say that "Netuark wasn't at that scene where he used magic")

I am confident that the "now" wise man can deceive me and say Rye.

(But then, you can't.

However, whether or not Grandma Citron's "thoughts" lead to Lai's "sensibilities of the moment")

"Mr. Rai sacrificed something, but he wants to protect it."

Netuk talks in a way that Rye probably thinly perceives.

Although she speaks in an unusual tone, Arsen and Grandor have a glimpse of the magician enough to name her "successor to a rare magician".

"- There is, Rico.

Friends of the eagle.

But it's another story about shelter, redemption, how it hurts your body, and "saving your life"!

After still guessing what Netuak was going to say, Rye expressed his will to pay Ba and his hand aside and not accept "compassion until he had cut his life".

"- If you're left behind, it's the same as your grandfather and the human denaci sage said earlier!. It's heavy, and it's only a disgusting shackle, nya."

"Yes, because I didn't want to be the shackle of my dear granddaughter, Grandma Citron made it in silence to my dear Lai when she built this weapon.

And then one more thing, I want Rye to know that Citron Label's "Dream" and "Role" are in this nail. "

"Grandma's" dream "and" role "?"

Rye really has no idea what "Citron Label" dreams and roles are.

Netuark strokes the broken iron claws with his proud, long, clever fingers, holding them with his painful left shoulder.

"Though I wouldn't even think about this because Mr. Rai would not have had any experience yet.

Wonders and people, there were disciples and godchildren and "beings" who embraced the technology they communicated, but they wanted to try it "together" someday.

If Rye and Citron use magic together. "

"- If it's magic, if it's just a little bit, we've done it together.

Grandma, you wanted to use more wasps and magic?.

Then the eagle. "

At the time of guiding the magic to Rai, the Citron label's body was rare to cause illness.

As a granddaughter who loved her grandmother, she was pushing her way into the floor as soon as she seemed ill, even if she was being guided by witchcraft.

"I was grateful for that, so don't worry.

Grandma Citron, who had been exploring magic guidance all by herself,

"I never thought the tenderness of caring for my body would be such a stained healing."

'Cause he was happily telling me a secret or something. "

Exposing a secret story, Netsurk makes one of his broken nails look hand-to-hand Rye after a rare and gentle laugh.

"To be honest, it was difficult to elevate Grandma Citron's dreams and role.

Although I had to teach Rye about my dreams and my role and this in one set, Grandma Citron understood that I would not have my "number of lives" until the "opportunity" came around.

Mr. Rai knows he can measure his own number of lives if he's the one who has the most magical guidance, right?

Throw the nails Netuark was showing Rye toward her in a controlled and slow manner. Rye did not jeopardize it and received it.

"Grandma, for the sake of her dreams and her role, did she cut the number of lives she knew?

Rye asks Netsuerk as he hugs the claws he receives.

"I wonder what's going on there. Grandma Citron herself may not have meant to have cut her life.

"I spent the rest of my time for what I wanted to spend".

Maybe that's how I feel. "

When Netourk plays his fingers patchy, Rye's claws tremble and the "sound" that was trapped inside zeroes out.

- People are stupid.

Because you know death is bound to come, and you haven't done anything with your mind, your support, or anything until just before that.

Well, you're critical and you can only do this to your granddaughter, and that's not what I was able to say about pushing the role to Netuark.]

It was a low and calm voice for a woman.

"- Grandma!

I hugged a broken nail, as Rye prayed.

"I kept silent with Grandma Citron and engraved the sound into the spiritual part of her fingernails.

Mr. Citron, I haven't had a chance because I'm a lighter. "

As Netuark smiled bitterly - Rye finally smiled.

I still couldn't do it in my own words.

Netuark also laughed at the pleasant sense of defeat.

"Grandma is a rare magician in the kingdom of Celisanceum, and she is the most tundra in the kingdom of Celisanceum."

She regained Rye's feelings by remembering that she had only shown it to her granddaughter on the day she lived.

(Sounds right to me)

"- Is it time for you to take the story that Mr. Tundele wanted to tell even if he grieved his favorite granddaughter?

Raising the glasses that came down in the rain, Netsuerk asked Rye.

"- I want you to tell me. Talk about the roles and dreams my grandmother wanted to but couldn't."

"Grandma Citron, Mr. Rai's master wants to teach you, but what he couldn't teach you,

♪ Who you shouldn't fight ♪

♪ Fighting won't win ♪

To say that there is a "being" in this world. And you have to have the power to speculate. "

To Netsurk's words, Rye hugged the broken nail, patting his black eyes like he didn't understand.

"Surely that grandfather was strong.

But it's not like you can't win. "

"- Then why didn't you ever use the magic of the" rare sorcerer Citron Label "planting?.

Live Timpany?

Before Rai finishes the phrase "nya," he asks Netsuruk to fold.

The word had an incredible sound and weight that was always deceiving, unbelievable as a rabbit sage.

(Words crush me)

Rye was frightened.

"Shall I ask you this, too?

You once caught Lily by Mr. Dinfare.

And I fought the Rabbit Sage.

Netuark's words are still heavy, tying Rye up.

Rye finally nodded in his thoughts.

"- Why didn't you use the magic of" rare magician "planting on me in a rabbit then?.

Sure, Lord Dinfare said not to use magic, but that was a tactical manoeuvre, only "restraint" against me and Arsene.

- Rico noticed when he fought Arsene about it. "

Netuk's colored eyes gleam sharply.

There's a sky in the rain.

I did see Rye's eyes shine slightly empty.

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"Even if Mr. Rai didn't know, he did know" rare magic. "

To that lord Ong and to me in a rabbit,

"You can't do magic to this opponent."

So I hid my presence in Rye's heart. "

The iron claws that played Netsuruk's fingers and stabbed him in the earth of mud begin to shine as he received the Shizuku of rain.

"Teaching" what the operator Live Timpany is not aware of while he is aware of "rare magic".

That's "Citron Label's role and dream".

By doing so, it will be my job to fight, so that Royal Guardian Live can detect some dangerous situations and not lose his life to flirting, but can fulfill his heavenly destiny. "

Once again, when Netsuerk played his finger, a small flame appeared at his feet as a whirlwind - a crimson urchin appeared.

"But in order to realize it, I needed the opportunity to meet a battle like" risking my life. "

And such an opportunity is not something to visit inside, Mr. Rai. "

Rye is called by name, only a little vicious.

There's just no "pressure" and "weight" in Netsuerk's voice like before.

And the colour of the wise man's eyes was back in colour.

"Mr. Rai, you were too good."

Smiling and Netuark played his finger, the little flaming urchin swelled his body to save his strength.

"- Let's fix the weapon.

I wonder if you could take off your caged hands and put them by the claws that pierced the earth. "

"Yes, nya."

Rye obeyed honestly and placed his cage hand off the armor attachment and on the earth.

"Well, it's going to take a little while, so shall we go away?

Because of this, let's sit at the fountain where Ong was bound. "

Rye nodded honestly at Netuk's suggestion.

After being flattened and distancing himself from the bounced glasses, the "groove" gradually narrows.

"Give me a break," he said, spitting a few old words, sitting first from Netuark, and Rye lowered his hips beside him.

"As I said earlier, Mr. Rai, you are good enough as a magician.

Arsen, Grandor, that busy Louis, and our princess, who can't trust people inside, Rye. I miss you. "

What Netuk calls a "princess" is Lily.

"Nyah. Lily is an honest, good girl. Nyah, I'm sure, with anyone -"

Netuark shook his head silently to the side.

Just a little bit, a rainy Shizuku flies from Netuark and falls into Rye's back of his hand.

"That girl's got a lot going for her.

Once there was a time when my heart was about to break, I didn't open my heart to the people inside.

First, grasshoppers, then "very cute animals." "

Speak out when you're a rabbit, and Netuark laughs.

- A little flaming urchin sat right between a damaged cage hand and a broken nail.

"- Come on, we're ready. If it's true, you should use the workshop to purify the crushed area by lighting the fire, then beat it with hammer, stretch the metal and connect it together to fix it, but it's first aid.

My left shoulder is like this, so even if I had a workshop, I wouldn't be able to help. "

Netuark points at his bloody left shoulder, laughs bitterly, and then plays his finger.

As the flaming Uribo began to burn himself harshly and walked over the damaged weapon of Rye, which was placed on the ground, the claws and caged hands that were separated began to merge with each other.

"Well, it's a wait for a while. Shall we continue the conversation? - Hmm?

Though pierced with a fine sword by Belzeble, the blood looked worried as Rye looked at the wound on Netuark's left shoulder, which had stopped.

Until Netsuerk himself was "powerless" earlier, Rye didn't think the wound was that bad.

"Lord Sage, I think my grandmother and I may be similar in type."

Netuark laughed brightly at Rye's words.

"Atsuhaha. Similar to the rare magician, it would be an honor for his family to tell him.

Well, if this clothing is the same as the "Arsen" pierced, it's because the wound is beautiful.

The amount of bleeding is small, so you can rest assured that you won't die. "

Rye does not look at Netuark, who answers brightly, but watches as the Spirit summoned by the wise repairs his weapon.

"Nah, I mean, I'm hurt to the point where I'm not dead.

Grandma also made her illness worse by saying words that reassured them and putting herself behind her.

Well, I noticed the eagle, so I forced it, but I gave it a rest. "

Netuark stroked Rye's head like that.

It also tells Netuark how much he made Citron his heart support as a "family" in Rye's words, and how much he loved him.

"Mr. Rai, you are excellent after all, so I think Grandma Citron, who had limited time, was right in the way she took it.

You've never won a fight before, but you've never had a chance to fight someone who's willing to kill Mr. Rai. "

At that time, the boar was finishing repairing the right hand side of Rye's cage hand with the sound of a flame rising.

"Thank you, keep asking for the other one."

When Netsuruk spoke, Urifang jumped with Piong to the other cageman, looking small and adorable, and headed for the repair.

Rye's weapon, which had been repaired, had evaporated the rain grains, which seemed not to catch heat yet.

"- Grandma, the rabbit sage, you, you have a name when you were human?

"" Netuark Saxfawn. ""

The rabbit sage answered.

"Netuark to my grandmother - she's a fine magician, and I think she's a great sage."

"Thanks"

Netuark closed his eyes and put his painful arms together until he put up with them.

I assume Rye will say something, and I am prepared to respond to what is said.

"But let me tell you now that I'm such a" great guy "family.

Grandma and Mr. Netsuark are "fools."

"- Are you stupid?"

Netuark tries to bite and listen to Rye's words.

Maybe the words Rye says are also the real words of a girl, even if she wants to hear them.

"Both the eagle and Lily would be happy enough if they had someone important on their side and could live normally.

Growing up is on your own.

But nobody's thinking about wanting a "normal day" until they've cut the lives of their loved ones! "

I believe in rabbit sages all over my body, and I love them and I wait - Lily's words.

"Mr. Citron, if I may tell you how I feel about you and your grandmother, do you mean to cut your life, or should I not use it for those who want to protect you that I love?

"" I shouldn't. "At least not for Lily right now."

I was not lost in Rye's answer.

"Lord Sage, did you hear Lily cry?

The best story for Netuark.

"I heard it, and it broke my heart."

"Nah, I feel like I don't want you to blame me so much for saying that.

But I can't. The eagle was on Lily's side. "People."

The story goes along with Rye's pace.

"If I couldn't help you, I'd feel like I was only a burden to my loved ones.

If you're helped, your pride hurts. "

Says Rye as he spins his index finger in a circle.

"- Why don't you carry that load because you want to carry it?.

Or you're gonna die if you don't help?. Just like earlier. "

Netuark scolds Rye in a slightly safer language.

"Niña. I'm looking for a place to die without a choice, I don't want the arrogant sage to tell me."

I pointed my finger at the tip of Netuark's nose, which Rye was spinning.

"Were you listening?

After Netuark looks just a little awkward - Rye smiles charming.

"I was listening!

And I flattened my cheek earlier with a finger that I was doing on the tip of my nose, and now I snapped it up.

"There it is. There it is."

I raise my pity for a "person" named Netuark, and I accidentally lift my hands off my knees, with my long, cleverly proud fingers in pain as an excitement.

But I'm not going to pull Rye's hand off.

"Ha Ni Ni." I'm glad Lord Sage looked like a bastard. "

If you look like a cute rabbit, the rich chest of the eagle hurts. "

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"What, the" it doesn't "look!

"I am. So I am!

Rye stopped slowly when Netsuruk screamed again.

With a bitter smile, he suppresses his cheeks that are squeezed.

"So, does Lily or old Rye feel like this isn't the pain when their lives are shredded and protected?

Rye nodded at Netuk's words.

"I'll praise you for what you've noticed. I'm tired of all the words!

When Rye said that and got up, the weapons were repaired.

Stand up lightly like a cat, walk to the source of a weapon that has been repaired, and face the "grandmother's sight" placed on the earth.

"It was a cheeky sentence for Lord Sage, but if it was Grandma, it would be" Decopin ".

But, Netuark, - thank you.

I haven't remembered Grandma in a long time. "

It was the same rainy day the first time they named me Liv.

(Hehe, the "sound" you make makes me happy.

Yeah, let's make your name "Liv".

Live, play, make all sorts of sense.

thats just my favorite word)

Watching Rye gain strength in her fists, Netsuerk stood up following her as she was relieved.

"I thought the idea of" one fist, rather than a long one, "was all about men, but I'd have to rethink my thoughts."

(Rye will be fine by now)

Netsuerk had gained the certainty that

A flaming urry-boy comes walking with Tokotoko after repairing his weapon, based on a netu-arc that mourns his wrapped cheek.

"Thanks - Grimblesti"

During the day, Sage called the name of the flaming pig that he should have defeated with Apricot.

"- That, that big boar in the daytime?.

But I did get the meat at the dinner party, didn't I?

Rai asked Netuark wonderfully as he first wore the weapon of those whose fever had drawn him.

"This is one of the children in the boar's womb."

Answered with a flat voice, Netuark removed one grain of crystal from his coat.

"Bovine, baby, were you there?

Unexpectedly my hand stopped connecting Rye's attachment weapon.

"Oh, there were eight of them. - Whoa."

On the wound on his left shoulder, which was blocked thanks to special clothing, Netuark pressed a grain of crystal pinched with his fingers, and the crystal was wet in the blood of the wise man.

"- Lord Sage, are you going to use that boar as a demon?

Rei tries to connect the attachment to the weapon again, but his hands are shaking slightly.

Rye also has a "sorcerer's license" in this world.

But the only time I saw a contract until I hired a user demon but used "blood" was once that my master, Citron, had done it.

[The blood contract is tamasi - a contract in the "breath of life" that is still unacceptable in this world.

And if the person in the contract exceeds his power, he will surely lose his life - not unless it is necessary to do so. You got that? Liv]

I'm going to ask you to leave me as a ceremonial god.

As he wiped away Rye's worries, Netuark spoke gently and threw the bloody crystal at the little Grimblesti.

The little flaming urchin is trembling with joy as he takes in a crystal with Netuark blood on his body.

"- If it were meant to be a rough spirit, an irrational deprivation of my mother, I wouldn't have been able to come out of the world, I'd just let you serve me until the hearts of the urchins settle down.

If you calm down, let go of the Spirit so that you become a god who protects the nature of some quiet mountain "

That's what Netuark says. It's somewhat dark.

The sky flashed again by lightning as Rye stood without knowing what to say.

"- It seems that the life of a person named me often involves" separating parents from their children. "

The words of the wise man whining with the thunderous bang did not reach Rye.