Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Three of the four heroes of the war in the kingdom of Celisanceum.

"Netsuark Saxfawn the Knife."

Grandor McGaffin of the Great Sword.

"Arsen Padrick of the Devil's Sword."

The beginning of these three "friendships" was due to the course and coincidence of the times.

Peace in 2018 and the last 20 years or so has been the work of the "Four Heroes of the War".

It is said that the history of the "heroically recognized merit" began with the invasion of neighboring countries, followed by the discovery of the causes of the catastrophe on a global scale.

It was the four heroes of Celisanceum's war who pinpointed and resolved the causes of "frequent natural disasters," the country's history book notes.

- Okay.

Of the above three, Netuark and Grandor

It was a policy taken by the exchangers who thought, "Wouldn't it be a war with neighboring countries?" and enlisted.

It's just that, according to a brown favorite hero,

"I'm in a bad mood. I bet with an apprentice baker. Bad friends can't help losing."

The anecdote was famous for joining the army in disintegration, lying or true.

And when Arsen joined one of the army's trainees en route, Netuark and Grandor became caretakers and involved in the education unit, which was the beginning of the brink.

In a large room of two out of ten trainees to take care of, they live their daily lives, but Arsen has enlisted halfway into a "normal" unit, even though he says he is a royal aristocrat.

If his father had used the prestige of former Prime Minister Anglekham Padrick, Arsen would have been able to afford to enlist in military schools that would have nurtured the "officer" class.

Alsen, however, struggled to enter a "normal" military school.

The head of the education team at the time, then, at least to a team of trainees with excellent aids - he assigned Arsen to a team with Netsuark and Grandor.

Netuark seemed like a champion, he was good at holding down and coaching the main points, and Grandor personally takes care of him, showing off his favorite guy since then.

Above all, we both have a background of being "glibly strong".

Later, regardless of these two outstanding men, the head of the military school had no idea at the time that the aristocratic boy whom he had been considerably inducted into would become a hero of the country.

And the fact that Grandor McGaffin "hates nobility" was only noticed at first by some people like Netsuerk.

Grandor doesn't blatantly harass Arsen at all.

But for someone who was said to be a good man, he had a great, dry way of treating him.

I'll just take care of him, and if Arsen completes his outstanding grades in the exam, I'll smile and praise him.

Really, I only deal with Arsene "as much as I need".

Though such a grandor was a good addition to the floating Netourc, the man with a deep emotion in the core looked at the "caregiver" with a dazed gaze.

And Arsen also notices that the person being "looked after" is still young, but his wit is out of the group in the sync.

But the aristocratic boy was such a caretaker "hospitable" and honestly followed a famous man.

Just rarely, he turned his beautiful green eyes to glare, and when he noticed it and stared back at it, he bowed his head small and Arsene walked away from the front of Grandor.

(I do my part properly. Never mind)

You don't have to play the "role" perfectly and have a dark feeling behind you about that aristocratic boy.

(Even now, I've been dealing with nobles, and I didn't know anything wrong or guilty)

The "young" Grandor still told himself that and spent his days as a caretaker.

As we go through those days, nature and Arsen start talking all the time with Netsuark.

(Netuark is bad for Alsen, but people are compatible. I hate nobles)

Only the pathetic green eyes, shaking off "guilt" to the innocent aristocratic boy, who spends his days but just encounters them from time to time, sank Grandor's feelings.

"If it's enough to make you feel down, even if you don't like nobility, Alsen should accept it."

One day, Netsuerk invited him to the tavern to say so to the way Grandor was overly depressed.

Lumpy swallowed, Grandor finally confesses his true feelings about Arsene.

"I don't hate you, but nobles have to hate you, then. My sister was murdered by a nobleman, and if I don't, I have to."

I mumbled like a groan as I rammed into the tavern desk.

"I don't hate you, you make people tough, but if you don't use them smartly, you're gonna waste yourself, too?. Gran? Grandor!.

That? Works differently...? Oh, wrong amount of medicine. "

Listening to such a voice of a bad friend, Grandor fell asleep, completely unconscious in the tavern.

Drunk "Dream".

Killed by nobles, my sister's dream.

By the "sickle" of a blue-haired aristocrat the moment he separated and thought he was gradually reunited, Grandor's sister's life - her neck was cut.

Dreams strike Grandor's heart by showing off his desperate sister.

Somebody help me out of this dream.

The pleasant cold surrounded Grandor's face.

"- Sergeant, Sergeant McGaffin!. Are you all right, sir? Wake up, please!

Along with the pleasant cold, I wake up with a voice that I always avoided, but that was always coming into my ear.

The face I burned on my day was wrapped gently and powerfully with white hands.

A beautiful boy with green eyes stared worryingly at Grandor.

"- Are you okay?

I heard Arsen's words, moved my eyes, and realized that I was at the bedroom in the caregiver's room used by myself and Netuark to return at some point.

"Oh, I'm fine"

Grandor wrapped his face around it, touched his white hand and found out who "comfortably cold" was.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, up there!

Grandor laughed when Arsene, the boy, blushed and rushed to pull in.

"You look like that, too"

"Excuse me."

For some reason Alsen smiled like trouble after apologizing, turning bright red.

"How did you get here?

With his white hand in his hand, Grandor asks with his eyes closed.

(I don't remember since I got drunk. Something about saying you don't have a hangover, Netuk)

"Sergeant Saxforn was in the trainee's room last night.

"Drunk snoring (snoring) can't sleep, Arsen, change the bed!"

I was told I'd been using this saxophone sergeant's bed since last night. "

So Grandor smiled bitterly and apologized to his junior.

I don't know for myself, but Grandor seems to snore terrific after drinking.

This is told by various people after drinking, so Grandor feels really sorry for his junior year and apologizes.

"- No, nothing. I could normally sleep, though."

With Arsene's really baffled voice, Grandor was more surprised because he said so.

force Arsen's hand, which he held by accident.

He made his body bicker, apologized again in a hurry, and also let go of the hand he was holding.

The beautiful boy shook his neck small and sideways and smiled like he was in trouble again, "Never mind".

"Even if you don't like nobility, Alsen should accept it."

Passing lightly through the head of Grandor, the words of a pale friend, not imprisoned like the wind.

(Don't you have to hate someone you can't hate)

Grandor laughed out in his voice, as if he had a chest.

From then on, I treated Alsen normally, and I cared about everything - in a surprising way that Alsen asked me to - and I also took an oath to be my best friend.

Then Netuark joined in, and he had created all sorts of memories of three men doing stupid things.

And the time and place is - late at night when guests from Wang Du are welcomed and "acting" lord Apricot falls at the dinner party.

Return to the VIP room where Grandor and Arsen stay, the sage of the rabbit back to people, and the situation that Netuark pushed.

The guest bedroom is spacious and there are two luxurious covered bedrooms for guests.

The bedroom is so big that even if two big men sleep in one, they can rest enough.

So, last night.

Grandor and Arsen were waiting for the rabbit sage "Netuark" to return to their room for once.

But he doesn't come back inside.

"I'm going to stay a little late," he tells his servant, Stu distracts me, brings me the local liquor of Robrow, and the two decide to wait swallowing.

And it was late in the night when the date changed and Netuark, who had injured his left shoulder, came back through the window looking wet.

Except for the injury to his left shoulder, he didn't say anything in particular, and Grandor applied the cure after a shower.

Tomorrow, things will move and something will follow.

Yes, I told two old friends and carefully cared for my favorite coat and shirt tailored by my best friend, and to the best of my ability, Sage began to fix it.

Without certainty, Grandor and Arsen both know Netuark, who doesn't want to talk about much, so make sure he gets to the floor early.

"So I sleep with Grandor."

While the grandor was brushing his teeth in the washroom, Arsene threw her sleeves through her bedtime clothes and groaned as if she had only a little choice.

"I don't mind if you want to sleep with me."

The upper body naked Netuark said with the lamp lights in his bedroom, without looking at Alsen as he cleverly operated the needle.

"You know your sleeping minister" sucks "from military school.

Then, beside the snoring Grandor, who doesn't care yet, you can keep your health warm. "

Arsen talks like he gave up, then he doesn't even look at this one, he doesn't weave his replacement clothes, he sees Netsuark continuing his fixes.

"Netuark, why don't you wear a shirt or something? I'll lend you a spare."

I have a slight scar on my left shoulder that hurts.

"Grandor would be too big to do it, but if you were my size, it would be a little small, but you wouldn't be able to wear it, would you?

"Mm-hmm. If I had a shirt made for me, I'd wear it."

At the same time as declining Arsene's offer, he finished repairing his shirt and Netsuerk cleverly bit the yarn with his teeth.

"All right, now you're gonna be okay."

Netsurk said so, putting his arm through the sleeve of his shirt - but

"Hmm? That?

The stretched shirt is slightly strung.

"Netuark is clever, but it's a big mess."

With a small sigh, when Arsen offered him his white hand, Netuark took off his shirt and gave him the case of his cell phone sewing, which he had honestly placed on his side.

The sewing case on the phone in Arsen's hands was largely old, the skin was tanned with good colour and embellished with a "maple" pattern.

"You used this case for good."

When Patchouli opened the case, the tools inside were also asked about the year, but well maintained.

From there, Arsen removed the thread cutting pinch.

The blade tip is slightly distorted because it is periodically sharpened with rubbing or oiled.

Until now, by Netsuruk, the condition of being taken care of was conveyed just by hand.

"Mm-hmm, well, because it's Maple's," wife "shape.

You have to use it. "

It is interesting for Arsene that a man who is not trapped by things rarely chooses and searches for words.

Alsen asks with a thread-cutting pinch in his hand, checking where Netuark sewed it.

"You shouldn't, and what?.

It's a bad place to sew, but you'll figure it out. "

In the place where the yarn is balled, the blade tip of the thread cutting pinch is placed with a chong, and Arsen unties the yarn.

As I wrapped the yarn scraps together in my white hand, I gave them there because Netuark offered me his hand.

"One day, I'll give it to Lily."

Netsuerk replied as he put the received yarn scraps on the Spirit of the Wind at his fingertips and flew them to the scraps.

"If I were a" mother, "if I were an" aunt, "I'd want the person my aunt loved to have it."

With that said, Arsen had threaded the needle hole brilliantly once in the dim light.

"That kind of thing?

Netuark had rounded his colored eyes to reveal that Arsen's thoughts were unexpected in him.

"Well, it's my subjectivity.

Because I know from the bottom of my heart that a man who becomes my aunt's "husband" loves that woman, even if she is championed and can't stand grief and looks like a rabbit.

I'm sorry to be "heavy" and flat to use in so many ways, even if they give me such an important item. Then why don't you give her a new white lily or one designed by "Suzuran".

I need something new just for my daughter. "

After saying so, Arsene had green eyes, checked the torn shirt with the thread untied, and lurked her brow just a little.

"Were you the one who used the fine sword?

"Oh, you know what?

Netsurk answers as much as possible as nothing, but his best friend found out at his leisure.

"- Because I use a fine sword, too.

Netuark, pick this one. "

However, pick the cuff of the shirt without going deep and offer it to Netourk.

"Hi. Hi."

Sitting beside Arsen, Netuark honestly follows the instructions.

"If you don't stretch it out and sew it, you'll have a flaccid feeling when you sew it on."

After saying that, Arsen puts a needle through his shirt.

"I must apologize to Mr. Lily and Kings for the injury you caused."

Netourk pulling the sleeve of his shirt laughs at what Alsen says as he advances the needle smoothly.

"If Arsene says so, I guess I owe Grandor an apology. I would still have a magic book hidden in my chest.

And Alsen's magic is infinitely close to zero. "

Not responding to a clearly uttered word, Arsen quietly proceeds with the needle.

Netourk, with his shirt picked, breathed out of his nose small, "I had no choice," he muttered small, his hand sticking into Arsen's chest with the empty hand.

"- Hey, what do you do?!

At that time, "Gachari" and the bedroom door open and Grandor, who has completed his sleep support, enters and speaks out in surprise at the strange sight.

"As you can see, I'm a sewer. Netuk is a behavior that hasn't changed since the Saxophone Cadet era and doesn't make sense."

With that said, Alsen, with his hand stuck in his chest, stopped the needle and nodded as if he was satisfied with the repair of his shirt.

"Netuark, you can let go of your shirt now. And then you pull the hand you're putting in me -"

The pale eyed friend turned a slight cold gaze - releasing the shirt she was picking and pulling out that Arsen had hidden the "King of God at Heights" picture book.

(What?)

On the sleeping table for the next moment, Alsen slowly fell on his back.

(Was it taken more than I thought,?)

And in Alsen's head, certain footage and memories descend into an avalanche.

But there is no "sound" in it, only someone who sees through it.

- The body was taken softly thanks to the bedding on the bedside, but Arsen looked up at the ceiling of the ceiling and sighed as he shrugged at himself in.

"Alsen?!

Soon a successful face burned in the sun enters Alsen's eyes.

A large Grandor's hand enveloped Arsen's usual white face more than twice as much.

(Oh, just the opposite of that time)

Arsene remembered the first time she saw Grandor's sleeping face.

"Netuark, what have you done to Alsen again?!

"I simply stopped juniors from continuing to be impotent in front of seniors."

Netuark takes a shirt that remains connected by a needle and thread from the picture book that Arsen hid and the white finger of a junior with no force.

Then Grandor turned his arm around Arsene's back and held him up, supporting only his upper body.

- I wanted to pierce you with a fine sword someday, but I can't believe I'm piercing you in this way.

With only strength in his eyes, Arsen smiles beautifully as he is supported by Grandor.

"The power of Arsen" tells us that he got a "pierced memory" of Netuark's shoulder.

Grandor was surprised that Alsen's body was losing more magic than he had thought.

"- The magic I just split up. So it wasn't enough at all?"

"Oh, my God, Grandor didn't realize Arsene was being sucked by magic, either. But you're right to divide it. Otherwise, you might have been in a coma."

To Grandor, who says remorsefully, rests the picture book on the sleeping table, then Netsurk says as he cuts the shirt and thread with his teeth again.

needle into a case with a maple pattern on it, and then Netuark put his arm through the sleeve of his shirt

"Boulder Alsen. It's not tight." "

After a thankful smile from the bottom of his heart, Netsuerk took the resting picture book in his hands again.

"But it's a nasty picture book, even if you haven't sucked away your memories, so you can properly return the memories of the magic you used to your owner.

Besides, the King seems to like Robrow.

Well, I guess it looks like home, where I was. "

So Grandor held me and opened my mouth to a thick chest plate, as if Arsene, who was in a position to do so, was frightened.

"I've known for a long time that Netuark has no certainty and doesn't want to talk. But while you're talking that far, you're not saying anything."

"Isn't that the flavor of speech?

Netuark turns the picture book cleverly on his fingertips and tries to tear up the story again.

- Eliphas is missing.

Arsene told Grandor abruptly. Netuark stops spinning a circle and a picture book perfectly.

"Why didn't you tell me before?

And even to the weaker junior, he turned a relentless gaze like a pigeon after his prey.

"Because I couldn't ask anything else. Sage said that hurrying it was like a talking hobby, didn't he?

Alsen answered gracefully, glowing her green eyes beautifully. Grandor, the earliest supporter of his best friend, sandwiched his mouth as Netuark and Arsen created a rather sinister atmosphere.

"Don't be so murderous, whether it be Netuark or Alsen"

A loving man made a rare and harsh voice, and his gaze of colour and greenery was "giggled".

But Grandor is not the kind of man to pull it off.

In Russia, it becomes a miserable situation.

Grandor, halfway between the two giddy glances, sighed deeply.

And to "physically" break the triple crossing situation - first I leaned over to Alsen with my middle finger and did a bissi "decopin".

"Become?!, Grandor"

Arsene blushed and stared at Grandor's brown face, which was frightening.

If it's true, you want to hold back the part of me that got the decopin with your hands, but you still don't have the power to do that either.

Now that we know it, we're going to do it in Grandor.

"It's decopin ', including the minute I kept my mouth shut about what I was doing. Next, Head Down, Netuark"

"- Hi."

Netuark himself seemed somewhat unpopular, and he honestly offered his forehead up to the point where Grandor's arm reached.

"Hmm?"

But to Netsuerk, the stiff "gong" sounds drop the fist bones in the room into the brain.

"Say no!!"

Alsen blinks his eyes like a child to this, and even feels a little sympathy for Netuark.

Netuark, who ate his fist bones, accidentally squatted with his head down while an adult male, looking back at his slightly uneven glasses and raising his face.

"Hey, Decopin for Alsen, what's fist bone for me?!

"It's the difference between a" cute junior "and an old" bad friend ". Thank you, take it as a precept."

It was rare for Grandor to have a person's bad grin and looked down from the bed sitting squatting Netuark.

Then, not to mention finishing, I pinched and slapped both my cheeks with a bassin and a powerful sound.

Watch as Netsuerk and Arsen move only their eyes.

- In the first place, why are you so slaughtered when you're talking about your lovers?

Grandor's frightened voice was low, words like throwing at himself.

"I appreciate you guys liking someone named" Grandor McGaffin, "and every time something happens, you're doing something to keep me from getting hurt.

But whether it's time for Netsurk or Alsen, why don't you tell Washi?

My old friend reflects a little on the "man" who is tired of the bondage of "ho-han" when he sees the words.

"Then I'll talk to you from me. Just before I do, I need a favor. Grandor, could you stroke a little of the decopin 'place?.

Actually, I can't help but itch where it was played, but I still can't help myself. "

With Arsene smiling bitterly, she asked her best friend, who could be trusted.

"Okay, okay."

Grandor strokes Arsene's white skin reddened forehead with his fingers as he decopins.

Alsen, being caressed, had a reassuring look on his face and realized the difficulty of reducing itching.

"It's really hard to reach the itch. If I ever met someone in my life who responded to an itch, I'm sure it would be a survival thing."

I can see Arsen prepping under the story for Netuark - a forethought.

Sage also thinks that meeting a man named Grandor is really a "hard and happy" thing.

And - Eliphas, who is now dazzled, thought that it would have been a "difficult happiness" to meet Grandor.

(How did you escape when you seemed to be able to be a "difficult happiness" companion)

Netsurk found several cases in his own investigation that he was likely to be the reason for his "escape," none of which was conclusive.

"Did Grandor know I was her best friend?

"I don't even know my best friend, but I meant to know we were pretty close.

Weird minded people came to me and said, "My junior Arsene has her hands on Eliphas."

"-" Bullshit. ""

Though he was justified by Grandor, he trumped up rumors that Grandor had been listening with a mouthful that Arsen despised so much.

Alsen's feelings for Eliphas that he was a dear friend seeped into the words so much that he didn't like being used in crappy rumor stories.

Then to calm down his feelings, he closes his eyes once and then Arsen goes on talking again.

"Eliphas, she came to me from herself and told me the secrets of" Grandor and Eliphas ".

- He told Eliphas that I was your "best friend" to Grandor. "

"Oh, if you're a lover, you know the name of your lover's best friend."

When Grandor says it even as a matter of course, Arsen laughs bitterly in the true sense and stares at Netuark, who is still stroking his fisted head.

"Netuark, what Grandor thinks like this is your influence, isn't it?

Netuark also smiles bitterly at Arsen's words, and Arsen continues his words as he is relieved to see how they are.

- If Netsuerk showed a scratched look, I was thinking of changing the language.

"I'm sure it's because I was watching you and your wife.

Don't cover anything up, don't worry about your pride. I'll make you look like me or Grandor. "

He looked up at his best friend as Arsene turned upward, and Grandor laughed and admitted it.

"Right, that did happen." Don't worry about your friends until you're lying to me. "

I still remember those words and the flat blow to you. I'm surprised he's so strong, but I'm glad he's straight. "

Then Grandor goes on and on with his face like sorry for Netuark.

"If I were to be a lover, I might have asked Eliphas for it because I thought that time of year, like Netuark and Maple."

"Don't you hate the push of values?

Even if the name of my nostalgic wife comes up, Netsurk doesn't react there.

"Eliphas was admiring your wife."

And he liked what you said. "

Seeing Netsurk not react, Arsen lays down her name and continues the conversation.

"I don't remember talking to Eliphas that much."

Netuark tilted his neck with his right hand against his chin in the wind he said he really didn't think of it.

"" Why do people feel guilty when closing things that have lasted a long time?

If that's good stuff or thoughtfulness, I'm still trying to keep trying, but I don't know, but if it's just going to keep people unhappy, I just need to stop. "

She must have been impressed.

It's beautiful. "

"Sure, even when you just got here, you were talking about that"

Grandor remembered Eliphas saying exactly the same thing as Arsene over the Netsurk telecom.

"When they told me that, Eliphas had something she wanted to stop."

I groan and arm myself with the feeling that Eliphas was so far in captivity to the words I said were unexpected to the wise.

"And that's what I wanted to do, abandoning the position of Grandor McGaffin's fiancée of the Great Sword."

When Arsene says that much, he stares at Grandor.

(Can I keep talking about the secret between Grandor and Eliphas?)

and take confirmation to my best friend once with my gaze now.

Grandor smiled and nodded small.

(Alsen, I'm not feeling well, can you ask me?)

Grandor still seemed to have a little time to speak for himself, so Arsene kept snorting in silence.

"Originally, Eliphas wasn't that obsessed with her fiancée.

In a way, I was obsessed -- because Grandor was about to escape from a supportive relationship, Eliphas was more likely to escape. "

"Hmm, can I just think of that as" I was only dating the shape, even though I didn't fall in love or like it "?.

I mean, it's not like it's too much for Grandor to like you. "

Arsene gave a gentle voice as Netsurk stared at Grandor with his cold eyes.

"Eliphas, she's Grandor's deceased sister. To be exact, she looked exactly like your sister who was killed."

Grandor opened his mouth when he saw Alsen, whose body was powerless but diligent to make a statement sheltering himself.

"It doesn't mean what Eliphas looks like.

The atmosphere was similar. It was as if a dead sister, in fact, was alive and grew up and showed up there.

I wonder where I'm stomping whenever I can. "

(Brother)

Remembering his sister's voice, Grandor opens his mouth.

"The first time it happened to Eliphas was just after Arsene and I became best friends.

Is Netuark at a time when he is being pulled by the Institute of Magic?

I was formed into a platoon, and there, as a mercenary, Eliphas actually joined the battle on the way. "

The captain of the platoon in which Grandor was formed was a man going up to the military school who would have raised all the officers Alsen would have been attending.

I'm not a hero yet, but I also found the platoon formation that incorporated him for a time known as the Grandor of the One Thousand and Great Swords.

He just came from the public that the platoon leader worked hard for, and originally wanted to be a civilian in the country.

However, listening to military service for the sake of the current situation will help as much as possible as if it were Grandor of your choice.

"Ma'am, nobles like you go to officer school don't try to get to the battlefield first.

Whoever really has the guts will choose the way to beat it up. "

That's what I say and keep leaning over, kushing Arsen's hair that his body can't move.

"- Grandor."

Arsene frowned and sighed small to mourn her inability to fix her shaky forehead.

"Bad, bad. So, the platoon chief was not a reasonably bad person, but the nobleman's staff accompanied him. It's all about strategies that have no experience in action or support, and platoons that are supposed to just carry supplies are ambushed and devastated."

Enemy attack that came to the troops that were meant to carry supplies.

And the platoon captain gives his opinion, but ignores it and flees to the place indicated by the noble staff - it was an ambush waiting in the place.

Dumping supplies and horses, Grandor shelters the hard-working platoon chief and his mouth-only staff, and with the platoon companions who should have been there thirty chiseled and reduced to a few, urges the platoon chief to retreat, both in the raven and in the corner.

The platoon chief, who was a wise civilian hope, ignored what the staff would summon and followed Grandor's instructions.

One Grandor tries to work for his lord, but his mouth is on his side to shield the "one horse, one thousand" so he says the retreat has become a miserable situation.

"As long as you stay away from me, I still think I made a big move and made my escape route and still got away smoothly"

My two best friends were laughing bitterly at the same time listening to Grandor get bogged down.

"I don't know because I have bones (tricks) to fight with Grandor, who wields the Great Sword. Hey, Alsen."

"Yeah, right. I haven't fought together in a while either, so if I suck, I might get caught up in Grandor's moves, and see if my body can keep up."

He didn't expect Grandor to say that to two of his best friends.

"Really?. Netuark and Arsen both seemed to be fighting normally even after Washi used a major trick involving wind and earth spirits in the Great Sword."

"Using rough moves between spirits whose compatibility is true and reverse, the place becomes unstable.

So I can't use the magic system, so I'm almost into a flesh-bomb battle, so if it's easy to fight, I guess it was easy to fight. "

Netuark, who is reasonably confident in his arms, laughs at Ni and Grandor.

"Because I think the fine swords and fistfights arms have improved because of Grandor's moves. Thank you now."

Alsen, who is good at pro-grant witchcraft, still laughs bitterly and says that to Grandor as he sees fit.

"Was I?

Well, if you do use that move, Netsurk is right, and so is this side, but the other side won't be able to use magic.

It should have been a little easier to get away with enemy magic, but I can't even use my moves in a dough state.

If I kept running, I'd still be surprised by magic - "

After saying such a thing, Grandor suddenly cut off his words and then stared at Arsen, who was capable of doing so.

―――

Blinking her beautiful green eyes, she had a rare "lovely" face for Alsen.

"I've never said that before, but I actually thought I was going to die."

Grandor doesn't put it in his mouth, but the moment he thought he was going to die, the first thing that came to mind was a junior who had just exchanged "best friend contracts".

Even though it lit up, I remembered that it was Alsen who blushed "I want you to be my best friend" with the nobleman hater Grandor on his face so hard.

It's going to be a wild conversation, so Grandor keeps talking about being "ready to die" without saying anything about it.

"If you were sheltering the platoon chief and the unusable staff hall close to your unconsciousness, a mass of disease would be right in front of you. And it was the active mercenary, Eliphas, who helped me."

Don't! Don! Don! ", the bursting sound of four tympanic membranes rocking continuously pierced Grandor's ear.

And in the next moment when the sound was heard, the magic that was in front of Grandor's eyes had disappeared.

After the unidentified bursting sound, the enemy's, rearward refraining demon conductor was screaming and falling for the bursting sound, each of the four holding onto each part of his body.

For a little while, both enemies and allies will be glued.

"Honestly, my ears were only a little" stupid "then.

Still, the chance at the corner is a chance, my people and platoon chief understood when I gestured for the first time.

And thankfully, he pulled off the stuck staff - well, to make sure the magic was no longer available, he kept his distance from his people before letting go of his moves. "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

In a bespoke "sword" that cannot be handled without a Grand Doll, the spirits of the wind and the spirits of the earth dare to wrap each other around each other to shake up and emit a shockwave (sonic boom) that sharpens the earth.

A beautifully muscled path could be made to the vacillation and various plants, and to the badly scaffolded backroads that led the earth to hiss and deliver supplies behind their backs.

"- Platoon Commander, first!

'Okay! Good luck, "Blessings of the Goddess of the Earth" is in Lord McGaffin!

Grandor laughs bitterly as he listens to the familiar lines in Celisanceum, mainly on soldiers going to the dead end, and re-grips the Great Sword.

"They listened to that line... and they said the only thing that survived was a hero of peace to try."

In front of Grandor were soldiers mixed with two or more enemy armies.

And even from the rear you missed your buddy.

"From the end, do you say the purpose is to wash? I don't remember myself saying a thousand a ride, hey!!

Not to mention a leading must-win, Grandor rammed into a group of enemies.

Handle the long sword of the reach cleverly, beating down the opponent with a flexing arm with an iron cage hand fitted rarely without being caught in the mould.

- Give me a number!

- Quickly stabilize the field and fasten it with magic!

Several commander-like voices across enemy horses enter Grandor's ears.

(I can still afford moves that make magic unusable)

The command of the opponent, who is more than one coalition, is apparently not entangled.

Still, the number of enemies was overwhelming, and the enemy commander didn't quite seem to give instructions to retreat.

At that time, the heavy bursting sound of "Don!" echoed into the hit again, and one of the commanders made his body jump with Bikun before falling off the horse.

(- What the hell?)

Grandor had a heavy bursting sound of "Don!" twitching his elbows in the belly of the enemy as he watched the one he heard.

The enemy forces have fallen horseback with an unidentified attack by their commander and have been wounded, making the uncovered enemy forces even more unpacked and unsettled.

While their opponents were upset, Grandor thankfully continued to wave the Great Sword.

Among other things, there is a question of unanimity between Grandor and his enemies.

"Magic in a place (field) where magic should not be available?!"

If you're into witchcraft, you'll soon know if it's a good place for witchcraft and spirituality to be done in that place with your senses.

And so did the Allied Commander of the enemy, "Present", whose battlefield spiritual field was destabilized by a shockwave near impotence by Grandor earlier.

I knew I could not use witchcraft - but now the commander was wounded and horsed down in a way that only seemed "witchcraft".

Several of the enemy's magicians try to perform magic tricks, but all of them are underdeveloped and can only cause about a small spark or whirlwind.

("Magic," isn't it?)

Grandor's ear captures the multiple footsteps that kick the ground and turns in that direction.

(- Shit!)

At that time when I had a few questions, three soldiers were being slashed by Grandor at once.

"Die. Yes!!

Someone among the three is screaming.

Try Grandor, the line I've heard over and over.

But whenever you listen, you can't have anything but the feeling that it's an unpleasant word, hoping for their "death".

And most importantly, I was surprised, so - I can't add or subtract.

"Three" at once.

Grasping the sword in a gutted down state, Grandor's eyes darken and sharp.

I don't want Alsen to see me like this.

The moment I stepped in and inverted the sword and tried to cut it up, bread! Bread! Bread! and a slighter bursting sound than earlier echoed from the rear of the Grandor.

And the three soldiers who were about to be slashed by Grandor stopped moving on the spot, the part not equipped with protective equipment - blowing up little blood from their shoulders and legs and falling on the spot

Grandor tried to slash up his hand and when he stopped his dark eyes and looked back - I could see someone wearing a hood and not seeing his face.

However, a person who could be described as a "woman" because his chest was slightly swollen, stood with something that raised smoke in both hands.

The mouth visible from the hood moved.

'- I'm sorry if I'm wrong.

You're the one who fights with the big sword alone, aren't you?

My ears were worn out, but I can tell by the movement of my mouth that they are asking me.

"Oh, yes, I am a soldier of the Selisanceum Nation."

He twisted his body so that Grandor could look more like a woman with a rich breast, the armband of the country he had inadvertently nodded and left shoulder as a sign.

The woman in the hood broke her mouth and delivered a small silver gun on her left hand side to a holster next to her abundant chest, of which she had it in both hands.

Then he takes the bullet out of something like the case he has on his leg and packs it into a revolver-shaped gun in his right hand.

"" The second generation of mercenary and gun brothers, Eliphas Zaheto ".

The will of Julian Zaheto, brother of guns, the first generation and master, will unconditionally support the people of the kingdom of Selisanceum.

That being said, it was a brunette, a woman with an impressive tender eye, who shook her head, took off her hood and came into Grandor's sight.

"At that time, even though Eliphas' atmosphere and impression resembled that of his sister, I couldn't help but say something manicured."

That said, Grandor goes on to talk about his first encounter with Eliphas.

"Look, can I ever help you?

In one way or another, it was Grandor who was being helped in this situation, but he accidentally spoke that way to Eliphas, who stood up for the gun.

"- What, a novice softie? This is the time?

I couldn't help but feel distracted by the presence of Eliphas Zaheto, the first woman I was supposed to meet, with two guns in Grandor.

Using mysterious "sorcery" that frightens countless enemies, it should also be a battle from the middle of nowhere, but it has more presence than anyone else.

I couldn't help but feel like my, Grandor's murdered sister, who doesn't exist anymore.

'No, that's not it. And this was a battlefield.'

Then Grandor gradually escaped from the atmosphere of Eliphas, reminiscent of his dead sister, with the murderous spirit of being showered by the enemies around him.

And when the Great Sword is erected again, Eliphas will now react to Grandor's weapons

"You, possibly Grandor of the Great Sword?

Eliphas also noticed that the opponent who came in to help was now the "Grandor of a Thousand Swords" quite famous on the battlefield.

If Grandor nodded, Eliphas laughed nicely.

"Okay, Grandor of the Great Sword, then." I'll help you. "

That's what Eliphas said, firstly releasing a weapon that still "only looks magical" with too little awareness in this world.

Once again, the sound of a heavy bursting ear sounds like "Don't!" and Grandor wrinkles around his forehead.

The sound disappeared from Grandor's world to Russia, but in sight one more enemy commander fell.

I was afraid of "people who use witchcraft on battlefields where they can't use witchcraft." I could see enemy soldiers who can't use witchcraft.

And out of the weapon Eliphas holds, the smell of something burning with the white smoke tickles Grandor's nasal cavity.

"Hakushin!

Grandor sneezes so loud that Eliphas shook his body in surprise and his characteristic chest.

Turning to the gaze of blame, Eliphas, Grandor, who is making something pucker in his mouth but can't hear a sound, has no idea what he's talking about this time.

But my skin felt the air move, and I could see that the enemy soldiers had been slashed by Grandor and Eliphas.

"Eliphas, stay down!

And, to scream in a world where the sound was still far away and disturb somewhat healed ground again, he now released a shock wave towards the enemy.

A shock wave emitted by Grandor creates a single muscle path, scraping the earth and causing a storm.

By releasing moves that combine conflicting spirits, the "field" is disturbed and rough, and a battlefield that is unfavourable to perform magic can be created.

And the main force that tried to crush the "One Thousand" Grandor with man-made sea tactics was also blown away with this shockwave.

'- Okay, we're retreating!

Grandor quickly lays a sword on his hips and runs in the direction where his allies fled.

"- Oh, no?!

Eliphas ran out as well when he heard the word retreat, but the kind of voice he still hears from somewhat further afield,

(Do you want to defeat the enemy?

Grandor nodded forcefully as he retreated, as he seemed to hear.

In the first place, Grandor likes this shockwave move because he cannot use enemy allied magic, which can drastically reduce casualties and casualties on both sides.

Truth be told, Grandor himself tends to be often poor at witchcraft because of his successful physical fitness, but he is good at witchcraft.

In fact, it is also an advanced sorcery that simultaneously invokes the conflicting spirits of that shockwave itself.

And in this world where the weapon "gun" is not popular, the cause that people are most tempted to "die" was also "magic", except for life expectancy and illness.

'- Hey, hey! Grandor!'

When decent hearing gradually returns to Grandor, it is called by Eliphas, who retreats in the same way.

"Behind you, they're following me!

At the next moment Eliphas told me, Grandor looked back and turned to the soldier's horse, who was coming after him across the early horse.

"Sman!"

Grandor was throwing a few knives at the horse, which he had planted on his waist belt.

The knife plunders the skin of the horse, hits a shocking and surprising area, raising the hissing one after the other, and the group of early horses falls off the chase.

The road was about to end the main road that Grandor had first blown with shockwaves.

"Now, to scatter the pursuit,

While Grandor ran, he removed a few chunks about the size of a black, round fist from his lumbar bag.

"What's that?

Eliphas asks, shaking and running his chest.

"Bad Friend Handmade," Tear Ball, "Ignite and Throw - Ah!

From Grandor's hand, one tear ball made by "Bad Friend Netsurk" falls and stops in front of the enemy who is still chasing him with his legs.

Just "ignite," okay?

As Grandor rounded his eyes and nodded, it was next to Eliphas' violently shaking chest every time he ran - now he took the little silver gun out of the holster, and took it out.

The moment Eliphas looked back silently and thought the pan sounded dry.

From the tear ball earlier, "Bowah" and colorful smoke of various colors have been blown out.

"- Flashy colors!

Eliphas herself, who activated the tear ball, was surprised as she ran.

He's kidding again.

Grandor blurred, but the enemy soldier, brilliantly tracked by the colorfulness of the smoke, wolfed, stopped his legs and coughed off one after the other.

"- Just in case. Could you throw me a couple more, please, because I'm gonna set it on fire?

When Eliphas raises the silver gun and suggests to Grandor,

"Ooh!"

and agreed, throwing a tear ball in the rear, causing Eliphas to punch and activate it with a gun.

Wrapped in a colorful smokescreen of tears at the rear, Grandor and Eliphas managed to remove their predicament.

"- So long as it was done, I was also the benefactor of Grandor's and Eliphas' lives."

The first time I listened to the details of the encounter with Eliphas from Grandor, Netuark laughed unfaithfully.

"That's how it goes, so I told Grandor, through Eliphas, to keep the details quiet."

Arsen was frightened by Netsuerk's infidelity and sighed small.

"That's all you've been asking?

When Grandor asked Arsen, who was surprised and who was to blame for him, Arsen nodded small.

"She was extremely afraid that Eliphas would bother someone with her presence.

Between Grandor and me, Eliphas would never be surprised if he came in.

I felt like I was talking too much myself, so I told Eliphas. "

"- Sorry, Nasai. But, Arsen. I'm scared."

Initially, he confessed to his best friend Arsen with a frightened little voice, so unlike Eliphas, who had spoken to him casually.

"I'm scared that my loved ones might feel sad, bitter, or hateful because I'm here."

"- Isn't that normal?. I can't believe I'm afraid to hurt my loved ones."

Netuark says that with his mouth, but the presence of Apricot really overlaps with Eliphas in his head.

I was confident I wouldn't put that on my face, but I put a walking distance in the bed where I was going to sleep, afraid that my best friends would see me through the years.

And I fell asleep in a bed that was too shark with a lid.

The ceiling of the bed depicts a certain religious painting.

"Netuark, what are you hiding?

And lightly, this time it was spotted by Grandor.

"Hey, you know the story of someone similar.

Talk to me a little more about Eliphas, if that's all right with Alsen and Grandor.

If I could, how did Grandor and Eliphas even pretend to be "lovers"?

When I, Grandor and Eliphas became fiancées, I hid. "

Netuark dared to expose the scars of Netuark's past, where his best friends are not touching me as I compare goddesses, angels and travelers, painted on the ceiling of the ceiling, to continue asking me the questions of information I wanted.

Both Grandor and Arsen are "witnesses" who saw up close the woes of his scars, so we decide to listen to Netsuerk's wishes and answer questions here.

"The trigger is simple. Eliphas started running mercenaries in Selisanceum on the occasion of her encounter with Washi. Well, what?"

Grandor tried to answer me, but I don't see him in the sleeping Netuark, but he's stuck in words fast.

"As a woman, Eliphas would have a very attractive body, wouldn't she?.

And speaking of mercenaries, it's still the "workplace" of men's society. If that's all you say, guess what. "

Now Arsen's voice, which feels like he said it was silly to say why, reaches Netuark's ear.

"Oh, sure, those breasts make you conscious."

After saying Zackli, Netsurk remembered Eliphas' rich breasts, and was convinced that most men might be aware of it.

It's just convincing, but that's why the idea of making fun of it or making fun of it is not even finely dusty in Netourc.

But in the presence of all sorts of people, it's harder not to be made fun of.

Besides, there are quite a few crooks when it comes to making a living with the lifeblood of a mercenary.

"She wanted to work as a mercenary, but it seemed like she had asked for a mistress contract with a cautionary stick."

I can still hear that Arsene was pretty close to her when she told me about Eliphas.

Grandor, who now pretended to be his fiancée, also stared at Arsene with his eyes round, not knowing until he talked about his "mistress".

"But when I also started riding quite a bit on the startup with a fixed customer called the Beware Stick of Women and Church Witches.

This time, people who have been witches and female guests for a long time have been forming a prison party. "

"Oh, that's where I got involved."

As Grandor gradually uttered his words, Arsene snorted.

"Yeah, because it seems Eliphas was also scared of a group of men who just partied. I hear Grandor looked like a prince when he was pulled into an alley."

When Arsen says the word "prince," Netuark, lying on his back on the bet across the street, buh, since he unexpectedly erupted.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

And he laughed softly.

They're laughing at me, but Grandor seems to be able to agree a lot with that, and he's smiling bitterly at people's good-looking faces.

"I don't think I'm such a big shot, either.

What, should I say it was a good time?

As a matter of fact, women who hire mercenaries to work and witches talk to me about it.

Not all the mercenary men hired say so, but it seems that the employer was only a woman, and the mercenary's attitude was frequent.

Mercenaries while women there, Eliphas showed up.

Well, a witch would naturally prefer a same-sex mercenary, and a normal female guest would prefer a mercenary with a soft attitude. "

And all of a sudden, mercenaries with broken legs ask the women who were former customers why - rather than threatening to ask.

"Even the women and witches who were guests found something harmful to Eliphas.

When I was trying to do something, I talked to him about the fact that I was still in the army and I stopped by the church by accident. "

Rather than coincidence there, both Arsen and Netsurk thought that the famous and well-deserved grandor as "one thousand" was "chosen and consulted," but we'll hang out here in the same flow.

"And then it's really" hairy. "

On the way over to the church, one of the witches came back from the market breathless.

And Eliphas sees the witches surrounded by the men they've been asking to escort. "

While Arsene talked about it in the old days, he carved a large longitudinal wrinkle between his smooth brows as he was convinced by Grandor.

For a chivalrous aristocrat, emotional retention is not advantageous for a good development that makes his chest worse, even though he talks about the past from now on from Grandor.

Grandor asked the witch where she was and ran, and when she arrived, there was no one there.

I just hear something coming from somewhere deeper down the alley, and I'm headed over there.

"At stake, Eliphas is about to be humiliated."

In the meantime, Grandor silently beat up the "mercenary who was taken by Eliphas" on the lookout, and the opponent just blew it off.

And the battered man rolls up the dust and falls over the man who just hung Eliphas' clothes in his hand.

Just then, in a state of backlight, the mercenaries who were attacking Eliphas did not know who was coming.

However, I felt an unparalleled fear in the atmosphere and felt it for the first time since the core of my body was born to shrink.

"Hey, are you guys trying to get your hands on Grandor McGaffin?"

Grandor's appearance, backlit and with an angry look as he buckled both fists, was overwhelming.

"- Grandor!?

After Eliphas, who deliberately held both shoulders in with one man, said his name, the mercenaries, who gradually took guests, seemed to have grasped the names of God-like people.

"One Thousand, Grandor,"

One of them, who was holding Eliphas back, shuddered away from her.

'- That's wise. So, who's the main culprit?'

Looking together, everyone looks down and pushes silently.

"I don't want to be a fool for this. Just the guy who suggested it."

That said, he pulled out the knife on his hips and threw it, smiling viciously at the man who was still holding Eliphas back.

"Hino!

The knife plundered the man's cheek and pierced the ground with a ton of noise.

The man immediately stops holding Eliphas in and hands off his shoulders.

Eliphas was distracted by the change caused by Grandor's anger, although I understand the circumstances in which he was helped.

And don't even notice the breasts that have been ripped off and exposed because they are distracted.

But Grandor himself had no interest in Eliphas' chest.

- Now hide it.

Grandor, who was still in the military at the time, took off his khaki-colored jacket and threw it against Eliphas.

It arrived basically at the place so as to hide Eliphas' chest, which was just dewy.

"So, who's the main culprit? It was you stripping off your clothes?

I grabbed the collar of the man who was trembling to hide under the first watch I beat him up from behind.

"Shit, no, I am, boo!

The moment the man spat out the words, different, Grandor was grabbing the back collar off and twitching his flat hands.

The man gets flat handed and sits on the spot with pleasure.

"Just do it. If you don't let me out, you'll take the army chivalry and you'll all see it hurting. '

With a vicious face, the moment Grandor tried to reach for the great sword on his hips, Eliphas stood up in his jacket concealing his chest and stopping his hand against the great sword.

"Grandor, stop!. No matter how much you say to these people!

'Oh? What's in vain?. You were trying to be humiliated, weren't you?

Grandor's fury echoed around him, and Eliphas partied with him when he heard the word "humiliation," and the stuffed mercenaries, haphazardly, lost their eyes to the earth again.

I gradually realized that what we tried to do was a "crime" that could ruin the life of one woman.

"These are the people Grandor put it into words and finally realized what he was about to do.

If everyone was jealous of the work flowing through me and acted wrapped up in a feeling of jealousy, because I, the culprit, showed up, so... '

To my stupidity, I meditate my eyes, to the easier.

In this word of Eliphas, Grandor gave a surprising look.

"Are you sheltering these guys?"

'I'm not sheltering!. And I know I can't forgive you!

The entrance to the alley was noisy in Russia as Eliphas thought up the words.

And two church witches from the backlit and a few soldiers around in military uniform show up.

"Dear Grandor, Miss Eliphas!

The witches who informed Grandor about Eliphas were bringing in soldiers of the vigilante just in case.

The witches scream when they weave their military uniform jackets and look at Eliphas, who was seeing a rich chest.

I let the mercenaries, who had ever asked for escorts and who would have had quite a few intimacies, get a sincere look of contempt.

'- How disgraceful!

Even though they called it a disgrace, the mercenaries remained nagging and unable to argue.

"-" People. "

It gives me a terribly sad look when Eliphas says all that.

In its sad appearance, he noticed "sin," comparing the mercenaries who drowned in his eyes to the witches who lived in righteousness.

"As Arsene said earlier, Eliphas was" extremely afraid to bother someone by being there. "That was just what was happening right in front of him.

While supporting Arsene, Grandor cleverly put his arms together to remember how Eliphas was hurt at that time and exhaled heavily.

But then something unexpected happened to Netuk, who was listening.

I hear a huffy, classy laugh, and Netuark unexpectedly wakes himself out of bed.

He laughed, as troubled, with his well-shaped eyebrows in the letter "C", as he had been made to rely on Grandor with Arsene in his arms.

Besides, I know that if you're best friends, it was Arsene laughing from the heart.

"Arsene, is there anything interesting about the way things have been?

When Netuark accidentally speaks, Arsen speaks a smitten word of apology.

"Eliphas taught me that the action Grandor takes from it is not too clapping. - Smitty."

Even though I apologize, they still can't contain the laughter.

"No, I thought what I did was the most effective way to deliver the place, and nobody, above all, thought Eliphas would ever get hurt."

To Alsen, who still kept laughing, Grandor looked pitiful and spoke in a tone similar to his excuses.

On the other hand, Netuk, the "Left Behind" wise man, is the owner of the guts to think for himself and catch up with him on his own, even if he is left behind.

So thinking about Grandor's character, Eliphas' mood, and how the case happened, I came up with one "solution for Grandor."

"You've made a scene like this between Grandor and Eliphas."

When Netuark said as he played his fingers patchy, Arsene managed to move his moving neck small.

"It's a hit, Netuark"

Arsene did not have the strength in her body, but Grandor's body came down cheaply, leaning on her in a way she could not bear to laugh.

I was still laughing even though I was in the shape of a knee pillow for you.

"- Back then, I thought" that "was the best. And in fact, I didn't have to rub it around."

Disappointed Grandor lowers his big head, he laughs too much on his knee pillow and finally has a best friend who is in tears.

Still, there was a beautiful Alsen face, and he was accidentally followed and laughed.

- That day more than a decade ago, the behavior I took to put the rubbish into a crazy fight...

"?!, Grandor"

In an alley with a pretty slaughtered atmosphere.

Suddenly, he grabbed Eliphas' face so that Grandor's big hands covered him, bending his bigger body closer to his face.

It just seemed like, "Grandor and Eliphas are kissing."

His face was wrapped with big hands, and just before the successful face approached, the voice of Grandor telepathically reached Eliphas' head.

"Eliphas, pretend you meditated on your eyes!

The hasty Eliphas followed Grandor's instructions, but his diluted eyes were open.

And hang out with Grandor pretending to mouth him.

Each other's lips were in Grandor's big hands, and it wasn't really like saying kiss because they were actually quite a distance away.

However, in an alley where the place is dim, we can angle each other's faces in good condition, and even more in an atmosphere of restlessness, so deceiving the people around us will be fully successful.

From around him, he heard voices like "Oh," or "Yeah," or whatever he couldn't say, and then Grandor gradually let Eliphas' face go.

Then Grandor takes a deep breath and then makes a declaration around him.

"We had a fight, and the guy who misunderstood that Washi and Eliphas had broken up just stopped giving her a hand on the Washi" woman.

Because Eliphas is an attractive woman.

So, we got back together on this street, so I'm sorry for making that noise '

That's it, Grandor grabs both Eliphas' shoulders and flips his body crooked.

By doing so, when Eliphas' abundant valley was dared to appear to the soldiers and witches of policing, everyone still, once gazed, immediately strayed from sight.

And when I uttered the unspoken word, I blushed and convinced myself that it was "a thousand Grandor women who knew nothing about what happened to them, a crazy fight."

"Grandor, sometimes you do something amazing."

Netuark was also laughing with trembling all over his body at the back of Arsen's talk as he managed to put his laughter away.

Grandor was decoping again on Alsen's forehead, who was still laughing, regardless of Netuark.

But this method certainly left no one a great "scourge", and Eliphas gave the kingdom of Selisanceum a place as a mercenary.

From Grandor's mouth, the men's mercenaries were informed of dissatisfaction from the "female guests" and their customer service attitude improved.

Eliphas himself didn't blame the mercenaries for this, so the women didn't blame the mercenaries any more.

The mercenaries also began to feel quite "lent" to Eliphas, who did not blame him, and the rubbing came to an end.

Sometimes you can save people by forgiving them.

Eliphas, who became a "lover" at a mostly tamed Wang Du tavern, whined about it to Grandor.

Grandor is not there, even though he is always somewhere grumpy and more present than anyone else.

Above all, it's been about a month since I made Eliphas a "lover" with only similar emotions to my sister.

Things settle somewhat, and rumors spread among trainees that "Lt. Sergeant McGaffin is dating a pretty big titted woman".

Before such rumors even entered Alsen's ear, Eliphas appeared before her lover's "best friend".

Just like the first time I met Grandor, Eliphas, dressed in a hood at the depth of his eyes, slaps Alsen's shoulder "tonnes" on a training holiday outing.

Speaking of fruit, Arsen was completely unaware of Eliphas' presence until he was slapped on the shoulder.

The boy, who had a sharp complacency regarding those aspects, was greatly surprised, and again surprised to see the person who slapped him on the shoulder.

Even though I could only feel the presence somewhere was disgusting, I'm certainly there.

Eliphas stood directly behind Arsen as someone who still didn't know who he was in such an atmosphere.

She lowered her eye-catching hood by shaking her head as small as she did when she was in Grandor, and Eliphas exposed her gentle sight with her dark hair.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Eliphas Zaheto. You're Alsen Padrick, aren't you?

Even more surprising words pop into my ear from among the words of Eliphas, who speaks, while Arsen is amazed at all things.

"Hey, wasn't that that big breasted woman, the" lover "of a thousand military men?"

The relationship between Grandor and Eliphas had spread as a splendid "fact" already among mercenaries, so I had no choice but to say "voice".

But I don't know anything. It was shocking enough for Alsen.

"Since we've become best friends, we'll try not to hide things.

Nice to meet you, Padrick... not Arsene. "

In Arsene's memory, the figure of Grandor, laughing nicely, was overshadowed in an instant.

Eliphas perceives it and quickly whines with his mouth in Arsen's ear.

(Don't worry, I'm just getting help from that "hobbyist" soldier.

"Grandor's best friend, Arsen")

"" Come here, Arsen, "Eliphas said, confused. He took my hand, walked out of the city, followed me out to the park."

Talking about meeting Eliphas, Alsen continues the conversation with his left hand up and a few fingers moving, apparently a little back to his body on Grandor's knee pillow.

"She said that Eliphas kept denying me the words" Eliphas is Grandor's lover "long ago during the trip.

I was concerned that my relationship with Grandor's best friend would not be shadowed. "

"As much as I think of Grandor as a" dear friend, "I consider him a grateful man.

But for me, Grandor is just a real benefactor.

The strange rumors I just heard are only what Grandor thought of in order to round up an event.

I don't think there's any clearance between Arsene and Grandor.

Besides, I don't have the slightest amount of particles to go in, so don't worry about it. '

While on the move, Eliphas denied his relationship with Grandor to the extent that Arsene was merely listening.

Eliphas takes Alsen's hand away from the corner of the park, where people are gradually neglected and there are no such professional figures as mercenaries or soldiers at all.

Eliphas smiled and nodded the first time she saw Alsen's face firmly during a tree leak day in the park.

'Really, as Grandor said. You look beautiful like an angel in a picture book, Arsen.'

"Grandor, did Sergeant McGaffin say that?!"

Arsen blushes by accident.

"Oh, well, you're my best friend, so there are things you don't tell me, even if they're beautiful."

To Arsene's reaction, Eliphas rounds his eyes like a hack, nodding and squeaking like he was touched in many ways.

Alsen blew out the other way more to Eliphas' reaction, which was slightly uneven.

And I was feeling something resembling Grandor, the woman in front of me, "Eliphas," who really occasionally reacted unevenly.

If Grandor has a masculine, guttural body, a rich breast that Eliphas symbolizes a woman, and a distinctive and representative part in a sexual sense, then it is certainly similar, maybe two "things in common".

You noticed that Arsene felt that way, and Eliphas gave Nica a similar grin this time to Grandor.

'Yes, Grandor told me too.

"I'm sure Eliphas and I feel comfortable, but that's like a good brother and sister, not a romantic emotion."

Honestly, that's what I was thinking, so I'm glad. '

"But the world isn't connected to blood, because if attractive men and women seemed to have fun side by side, they wouldn't admit it was" friendship "first."

I shrugged as Arsen moved his left hand, whose senses unfortunately largely returned, and looked up at Grandor from his knee pillow, which was still annoying.

"If Eliphas doesn't have a problem with a woman like my sister, I don't care what she thinks."

When Grandor says so, Netsuerk uses his sleeping elbow on the bed to support his head and tear up what his best friend says in a fun way.

"But it's true that the teenager Arsen was and still is so-so pretty, but" angel, "he said," Cool. "

Netuark flipped to bed again and started laughing.

"In the first place, Netsuerk must have started to say.

"Oh, my God, you've got angels in your trainees," I told you when Arsene first enlisted.

I guess I just remembered and told Eliphas with the feeling of telling it to my family. "

Instead of saying he was angry, Grandor said back to Netsuerk like he said he was angry and then threw one of the cushions on the bed.

"Ahhhh, sweet!

Netuark rotates his body on the bed cleverly in vain, kicks the thrown cushion up with his feet, and then wakes up and catches it.

"Grandor and Netuark are my" seniors "for once, so don't do anything like a hasty child on a trip."

Arsen "preached" to his predecessors, remembering what Grandor had said earlier as he spared his body, which still had no power to return.

I guess I just told Eliphas how it feels to talk to my family.

("Talking" because I'm family. So, should I think of it separately because it's "best friend" and "family"?)

There's actually another story in Alsen with Eliphas that I haven't told anyone yet.

When I think of it, "Light" really creeps up in Arsene.

Arsene looks at the "seniors" throwing each other cushions despite preaching and remembers Eliphas' story.

Eliphas politely told Alsen how she was supposed to meet Grandor and pretend to be her lover.

Alsen was also fully convinced that Grandor would do such a thing for a woman who felt like her dead sister.

"And I want to tell Alsen, Grandor's best friend.

During the pretense of kissing to deceive you, what do you think Grandor would have thought?

During the leaking day, Eliphas, with a grin similar to Grandor's, exposed a slightly pitiful story about his "best friend" to conditions such as "Omake".

First of all, I said, "Oh, I respect Alsen. I just told you, what are you doing?"

"Uh, that's for Mr. Eliphas."

"Eliphas, I don't care if you call me out."

In front of her abundant breasts, Eliphas said, pretending to have a slightly larger hand for a woman as a boom.

"Bye, Eliphas. Sergeant McGaffin, was Grandor really thinking about that while he kissed Eliphas?

When Arsene asked to confirm, Eliphas nodded without hesitation.

The Alsen boy, who admired Grandor in terms of "masculinity" at the time, was just a little shuddered by the book, and happy.

Although Grandor was pleasantly considered a "best friend," there was also a part of Arsen who wondered if it was "something the junior asked me to do."

"And then," If Arsen misinterprets me as a boob lover, I don't like it. "Or telepathy. Leaks.

While I was pretending to kiss you, I could hear you caring about the junior who became your best friend. "

When Eliphas heard him say it like a jerk, Arsen accidentally suppressed his mouth on the boulder, and he was laughing.

Eliphas stares delightfully at Alsen, who laughs.

Noticing a sight similar to the love from Eliphas, Arsene's look on her face looked very grown-up.

"Maybe Grandor was nervous enough to forget to cut the telepathy, but I think he did it to protect his sister."

Arsen nodded, too, to what Eliphas said calmly.

'So, while I pretend to kiss you, too.

"I don't want to give you this weird misunderstanding of the best friend Grandor cares about."

That's how I came to see you before Alsen heard any strange rumors. '

That made the friendship my brother cherished nothing more than the appearance of a compassionate sister.

Alsen himself, if the rumors got to his ear first and he was excused by Grandor, I don't think he could honestly have listened so far.

"Eliphas with a compassionate family."

I realize that she's the reason Arsen was able to honestly take the conversation.

"You heard Grandor's real sister was murdered by that" nobleman, "right?

"Yes, Sergeant McGaffin, you told me when Grandor was a little drunk"

Arsene found herself perfectly fine with Grandor's tremendous snoring (snoring), which only leaves when she drinks.

When Grandor swallowed alcohol, Netsuruk gave him an order to change his bedroom.

Discipline bothers the military, but the superiors also gave out a light "ok" if Arsen is ok when Netsuruk made Grandor snore recreate in magic to make him listen.

"Everything, body is capital"

Having said that, I was also quite surprised (a lot) that Arsen was completely normal to Grandor's snoring, but even if I let him take a turn to try it out, the beautiful aristocratic boy was even normal, so the bedroom change worked out well after drinking at Yen Man (?).

And Arsen had been told by Grandor, who was rarely and deeply drunk, that his sister had been killed by a "blue-haired nobleman".

'Yes, so Grandor seemed to think "I must hate the nobles". Until we met Arsen. "

Eliphas laughed nicely.

The only person who knew that Grandor McGaffin "unconditionally hated the nobility" was Netuak, who enlisted in the army as a synchronist.

From before enlistment, two of my friends became famous in the military as good "talent" by pulling out a group.

Even as someone who sticks with each other at a time when their talents and bodies grow, they were just fine, and that could also be described as lucky.

As a result of the incision, neither of the commanders in chief of the army became an officer of the army until they were awarded the title.

The title "One Thousand Horsemen" excelled in martial arts to Grandor.

It was quite famous to hear rumors of martial arts and witchcraft with cuts in the head that often turned around, the wisdom eye of information gathering, and the title "Eunmoya" being given to Netuark, including there.

The source of motivation to work above Netuark is an exploration of the unknown and a pure rivalry to Grandor.

Grandor is still a pure rival to his friend Netsuark, a kind heart who hopes the weak will be gone to see him cry for the war.

And one day, when I saw him as the "blue-haired nobleman" who killed my sister, I made him confess. Soon, I slashed him to death. "The power of hatred."

However, if Grandor is growing stronger by hating nobles, Netsuerk did not try to stop the hatred that is the "driver of talent development" until he was strong.

Because we knew that the world we were going to join as adults was going to be somewhat war-torn, looking out for the world.

It was felt at the time that there was something "strong" about surviving such a world that could be very useful for Grandor.

So only Netsurk knew that someone who would be given the title "One Thousand" would be annoyed by dreams of moments of loss of his sister in the army's living room, in the middle of the night, on rare occasions.

And after that dream, the disastrously fierce activity of Grandor, who joins the battlefield, was certainly helping the "country" and boosting his appreciation.

If you are only a "ho-han" lover, you have become a wise man and can still think of it today, not knowing that Grandor even gave you the title of "One Thousand".

However, Netsuerk had made up his mind.

If Grandor's "unconditional hatred of the aristocracy" is a burden on his mind, he's trying to help ease it, even if he can't stop it.

And earlier than Netuark had thought at the time, the "encounter" had come.

A sarcastic, beautiful, blonde aristocratic boy has enlisted on the way to the tender but strong-willed green eyes that are also on edge with the royal family, above all, that his father is a hero who led his former country to peace.

Public opinion had managed to settle into a state of well-being with other countries invading their own countries.

So the beautiful boy was placed in a squad that took care of the talented Netuark and Grandor, who were still in the army, so that they could be in formation at any time.

From the commander of the military school, two Netsuark Grandor were summoned immediately to talk about the boy to be assigned.

The commander is looking through the "Grandor McGaffin" and "Netuark Saxophone" materials that had been filed in advance, according to the information provided.

"Sergeant McGaffin counts on the Lord."

Since it was supposedly, I speak of the identity of the boy to be enlisted, paying attention first to Grandor.

And when the boy hears with the nobility, then commander Yunfo Crocus does not miss that the eyes of the young man, known as "the good man", are slightly darkened from around him.

And I'll stand next to you.

"Excellent, but occasionally unscrupulous, he is a person who publicly declares that he" thinks about how to have fun and do his job ", and has a little difficulty with his personality"

I didn't miss the glimpse of a young man with glasses, Netuk, who is regarded as a "serious" gaze, worrying about Grandor.

(In other words, "I'm just thinking about how to have fun and get the job done," how with less effort, "I mean not using wasted power."

Seeing how you use words that can be deliberately bad, it's actually a pretty good illuminator)

Yunfo finished talking about the boy who comes in while looking alternately at the two whose future is quite promising.

"Actually, I'm here on a tour right now."

When Yunfo spoke in a calm voice, both Netuark and Grandor were surprised by the boulders.

The common-law veterans leave two brilliant young men in amazement, slapping their hands with bread.

"Arsen, come on in."

and call on the reception room in the next room, as if to call on a relative's child.

I heard a chatter and a small door opening,

"Excuse me."

Alsen Padrick, with the voice of a boy still young, drooped his blonde head to represent himself in front of Netuark and Grandor.

And as soon as I lifted my head,

Mm-hmm.

Netuark was giving Grandor an emotional voice in telepathy.

The angels are in the trainees.

Then Netsuerk sends words to Grandor, but he will take care of himself, gazing at the noble boy.

The boy with his head up blinks his beautiful green eyes for nervousness and stares at the "seniors" who fit in for the first time.

And staring at myself, I was a little surprised by the big "senior" of the brown body.

Netuark and Yunfo both secretly observe how Grandor's eyes, looking at the "aristocratic boy", eventually calm down.

The result was that Yunfo unfortunately closed his calm eyes.

Netuark was throwing his sharp gaze at his best friend, just like a bird of eye color,

(Oh? Different plan distribution?)

As Yunfo and Netuark worried, Grandor had thrown a hateful glance at Arsen, a noble boy who would take care of him.

- I was there, but by receiving Arsene's pure look up, I could feel Grandor's "vow" shaking "of unconditional hatred for the nobles, for Netuark, who had not closed his eyes.

Even if you don't like it, you have to close your eyes to find a way to open it.

When Netourk is unwittingly smiling infidelity in his mouth, he realizes Yunfo is staring at himself and pulls in a sassy laugh.

I could pull it in.

"I asked to take care of a boy who wants to beat up a promising soldier, even though he's drawing his hero's blood."

And firmly, Yunfo was sending me telepathy.

"I'm getting old, too, giving up faster. If Netuk hadn't laughed, I wouldn't have noticed."

Yunfo also directed a little self-weighing telepathy towards Netsuerk.

Yunfo was wondering about Grandor's hatred of the nobility.

But then, when I had Arsene and Grandor together, it was difficult to get rid of Grandor's hatred of the nobles early on.

"I have lived a long time before I joined the army with Grandor.

Lord Commander, I think it's amazing that Yunfo only noticed his, Grandor's, mental inflexibility with his materials and a few interviews. "

Netuark returned it that way on telepathy because he was genuinely thinking about it, not comforting or anything.

"The."

"The."

So Grandor and Arsen, who were in a state of abandonment, call on Yunfo and Netuark to talk telepathically.

That synchronizes timing with the exact same words.

The beautiful aristocratic boy and the big brown young man with a lovely body stared at each other in surprise at the overlap of words.

When we stared at each other, there was no hatred or other fine dust in Grandor's eyes, and there was a comforting "time" that seemed to overlap with Ning Lo's timing and even make him laugh.

At least Alsen seemed to be, and he was laughing with a smile that even seemed troubled.

Arsene's trouble-looking smile as well, Yunfo, who knows Arsene from an early age, is surprised that he is laughing heartily, and smiles calmly.

Grandor noticed his mouth about to smile unconsciously and was holding it back with his big hands.

"- Smitty."

and Grandor himself has made an unexplained apology around.

And from the bottom of my heart, I was confused, lost, and for the first time, "the grid to hate the nobility" sprouted in Grandor, Netuark understands.

(This could be just fine)

Netuark decided to use Arsen, a clever and beautiful aristocratic boy, to loosen some of the "distortions" in Grandor.

Of course, I intend to return the thanks for taking care of them.

'Well, you guys would do pretty well. Alsen, I'm sending you. Just wait in the reception room.'

Yunfo told me, Arsen politely answered yes and gave Netuark and Grandor a smile like calculated on a neat face

"Well, thank you from now on"

And I bowed down and went back to the reception room.

And via the enlisted aristocratic boy, Grandor was healed and saved by his friends or by the boy himself, the "aristocrat" who hated him so much.

He set aside someone he couldn't hate from himself trying to hate, and accepted a boy named Arsene as his best friend.

Even if I try to be a Netuk, I consider it to be something Arsene and Grandor met at a really good time, and actively help these two become "unchanged friends".

One of the reasons was that you felt Grandor's "limitation of the talent that hatred stretches."

Hate had certainly put a great deal of power on Grandor, but that's all, and the voidness that lingers afterwards is a great pain in the ass at the end.

Waste of power was being used to eliminate it, and a new void was being created.

And what started to grow Grandor's talent was his desire to "protect his best friend".

The best friend was Arsen.

Grandor really appreciates Alsen for freeing me from hating all the nobles.

He said that he enjoyed living very much.

So it just seemed weird to Alsen that he was worried about me just in case he didn't feel right. "

Arsen accidentally blushed at Eliphas' words about Grandor that way.

"- Is it just for me"

Eliphas nodded without making fun of Alsen, who turned red.

Then, as I recall, Eliphas asked Arsen one.

'And I haven't been told either, but you have a secret I'm only telling Grandor, right?

That's all the two of us are friends, so I want Grandor and Arsene to stay with each other like that '

'Is it just a secret for two?. Oh, is that right? What, if it's good, should I tell Eliphas as well?

"Huh? Are you sure?

Arsen himself was more of a "story about Arsen's body" story than a "secret" story that only told people close to him.

And when Grandor and I became best friends, the "body story" was just a situation we had to talk about.

So Arsen tells Eliphas, lightly if he nodded, with just a little light.

"I can't cry when I'm sad."

"Only when you're sad, no tears?

When she listened to the story, in strange and other ways, Eliphas blinked her tender impression prospects over and over again, asking Arsen back unexpectedly.

Answer Eliphas, who asks back, with a firm nod.

'Yes, I can't cry. So, when Sergeant McGaffin hasn't been close to me yet, not yet.

♪ Any nobleman must be hated ♪

When you held the belief that, to be honest, you were being helped by this "body without tears in times of sadness".

I was politely looked after, but Sergeant McGaffin's eyes looking at me were very cold but thirsty.

When I was seen with those eyes, to be honest, I always wanted to cry '

So once Arsen is not supposed to cry, he chews his lips cuddly so that he can, and then continues to talk to Eliphas.

"I was an only child, and Sergeant McGaffin was very successful, and he was a kind person, and I admired him on my own.

Plus, it's rumored that he won the title "One Thousand" even though he's not an officer.

Everyone admits that and hates people who are respected.

I thought maybe "hated" and I was scared and sad and couldn't wait '

Just to recall, I put my hand on Alsen's cheek, which I say sadly, so that Eliphas would labor.

"If Arsene was in tears, I'm sure she's sad and in tears, even if she just remembers now"

As if to see how Alsen felt, Eliphas worked through the boy's wounded past.

Arsene snorts quietly and turns the eyes of her moisturized eyes to Eliphas.

It would have also prompted Grandor to question "hatred of all nobles" and make him aware of the contradictions that lie within him.

(If Grandor hadn't met Arsen, he might have lost his life at dawn of battle)

Alsen's beautiful eyes echoed in his heart so much that he made Eliphas feel that way.

Then smiling, Alsen continues the conversation, as he regains his mind.

'It was another caretaker superior who noticed that I was depressed.

Then, to Sergeant McGaffin,

"There are circumstances in which I can't tell you the details from my own mouth, but I have to have hatred for the nobility.

Because of that, there is also the fact that Grandor could have come this far.

So, including that, if Arsene was good, I want you to hang out with him. "

And even though it's always floating, you tell me the situation with a serious face.

Since I heard that, some things have become easier to put up with.

If I hadn't listened to that story, I might have plugged it in even though I had chosen to join the army myself '

'Grandor is also an idiot, even if there were circumstances. I can't believe you actually made Arsene so cute cry every time,' cause now that you know, you must be fluttering that big body. '

When Eliphas says so, Arsen can illuminate.

And now I started the story that I was sending to Grandor, that the straight-facing eye wasn't in vain.

"But, Alsen. You've only stormed Grandor once, haven't you?

"I knew you'd be listening."

Arsene laughed just a little, awkwardly.

I asked Netsuruk "I can't tell you now, but there are circumstances", but I wonder why Grandor has to look at me like that.

I know there's a reason.

And the wise boy observed the admirer for a few days, and noticed that he also pointed his thirsty eyes at others, like those directed at him.

If you realize that, you have to make sure that it applies, and you can't be there or not.

- Sergeant McGaffin.

In the hallway of an army school where the evening also plunged in, Grandor pretended not to notice at first, even when called upon by Arsen.

Meaningless and worthless pain runs into your chest, both if you ignore it and if you are.

However, Arsen calls again in pain and shrinks the distance that is open.

"Sergeant McGaffin."

He ran and grabbed his uniform arm by his white finger, so Grandor couldn't stand in the way of a boulder.

"If I could touch a" normal "aristocrat, I'd have a big tongue in my heart.

Grandor said he was sorry for ignoring Alsen.

Even Eliphas' words alone made Alsen smile that his courage "then" had not been wasted.

"At that time, I think you used the most courage I've ever lived in"

- I may be decisively hated and scorned.

But Arsene wanted to take that gaze for a reason rather than being neglected for no reason and being turned towards those sad eyes.

Because of his nervousness, the boy opens his lips as he experiences the heartbeat he hears from behind his ear.

'I'm sorry if I was different. Sergeant, are you saying, "I hate nobles"?

Arsene looked up, Grandor's eyes wobbled with wonder and sadness.

And Arsene said, "You can't lie to him," and Grandor knew it was a boulder.

Eliphas, who said so, looked like only Arsen to his sister, who apologized from the bottom of her heart for the sad things her brother had done to her.

- In the evening, Grandor sincerely mourned, nodded towards Arsen and admitted that he "hated the nobles".

"Really?"

It was a word I didn't want to hear, a word I didn't want to hear, but could have predicted.

Arsene's eyes narrowed to see a dazzling object, and Grandor was supposed to be a loathsome nobleman, but his eyes tightened his chest indefinitely.

And I realized that what I was doing was just breaking the innocent boy's heart.

"- Where did you hear that I hated nobles? The same caregiver... '

and synchronized with Grandor, recently came up with the name of a person with tinted hair and eyes who was taking the lead in taking care of Arsen, but Arsen shook his neck sideways with a sad grin.

"I got the tip, but I was looking at you and I noticed it for myself"

When Arsene answered small, Grandor could no longer say anything.

'Well, I'm a caretaker, but, uh, I'm sorry. Officer Padrick, no, "Arsen."'

Grandor called the boy by name, not his last name for the first time, and when he finally said just that, Arsen shook his face sideways again, then lowered his head.

"I know Sergeant McGaffin doesn't like nobles. Thank you for answering my uncanny question, I was there. Stop calling, I'm sorry, '

No tears were shed, but the words were clogged again and again, and Arsene ran back the way he came.

"Grandor, he said he regretted it as much as he felt when he couldn't help his sister.

"As much as I don't hate Alsen, I should have told him."

He said he really regretted seeing where Arsene was standing. '

Using the word regret twice, Eliphas tells him that she is really sorry that Grandor hurt Arsene.

'No, Eliphas. Never mind.'

Arsen, unexpectedly, immediately brightens his face and keeps talking.

'Then maybe I was watching somewhere, asking the superior officer of the example caretaker to tell me what was really going on with Sergeant McGaffin, Grandor.

I was ashamed that I had important family circumstances, but I did something wrong, and then things really burst out. "

Later that night, someone slaps Arsen's shoulder in bed in the trainee's big room.

Arsen is a very good sleeper, so he didn't wake up with it first, Netuark said, who had come with a pillow.

Ultimately breathed into his ears, Arsen

"Hiya."

and raised his voice, barely waking himself up, and was forced to change the bed, with or without Netuark.

For once, Netsurk's explanation is memorable, and Arsen seems to have given a firm answer.

It's just that for a really good night's sleep, Arsen was pulled to Netuark close to sleepwalking and followed to Netuark's bed in his caring living room, where he honestly went into bed and slept again.

Even if there was a Grandor snoring very loudly in the bed beside him, he says he didn't care at all.

"Wow, Alsen."

Eliphas looks sincerely surprised and listens to Alsen.

"Once in a while, I'll treat you like a" lover, "so sometimes there's a grandor in the boarding house, but when you get drunk, it's not very much, but if you don't separate the room, I can't sleep.

Well, even if you're not drunk, the room's separate. '

'To me, I'm really fine. Why is that?

Eliphas laughs unexpectedly when she sees Arsene put her arms together and frown in good shape.

"Whatever it is, Alsen only told Grandor that he can't cry when he's sad, and thank you for telling me so much, Alsen."

Eliphas got his right hand out sassy.

Arsene smiled slightly troubled, switching the right hand of the offered Eliphas, but small and swept her neck aside.

"Actually, I didn't go ahead and talk, I told Grandor why I was crying."

'Huh?'

With Arsene's hand switched, Eliphas couldn't figure out why.

"You mean you cried in front of Grandor?. But when I'm sad, I cry."

That's when Arsene, who smiled, looked like an angel, Eliphas says "later".

Arsene smiled as troubled and told Eliphas.

'Eliphas, even when people are happy, it's something that makes them cry.

When I understood Grandor as my best friend, I was able to weep. "

♪ Even when I'm happy, people cry ♪

When I heard the words, a saaaaaaaaaa much more comfortable breeze passed between the two of us in the shade, and Arsen felt that Eliphas' presence was a little "shaken".

"Arsene, is it something people can weep when they're happy?

There was force in Eliphas' hand holding Arsene.

"I found a little hope that I couldn't possibly find, and I could finally touch it."

Take such an explorer-like passion out of Eliphas' hands.

'Cause inside I live, I swore I wouldn't have sad tears, and that's what happened.

So I'm pretty sure it's not a sad tear '

Arsene was responding to Eliphas' sudden concealment of power and passion.

"Then how did you know it was a" happy tear "?

It is to Alsen that Eliphas is making his feelings expensive.

I found hope that seemed like a miracle, and I could finally touch it.

But Eliphas has yet to make up her mind to take it properly.

♪ There's no way I'm crying when I'm happy ♪

Alsen also looked as though such wording bound her mind.

I answered honestly as it was because the boy Alsen didn't know, such as the details of the darkness tying Eliphas.

'That's all I can say when I'm happy,' cause Grandor McGaffin accepted Alsen as his best friend. 'And how I felt then, because I was only happy'

"Accept."

The moment he heard Arsene's words, Eliphas looked terribly spicy.

And as Arsene panicked and gripped back, losing her power from her gripping hands, she had her power back in her hand again, as she hacked and sane.

"Eliphas, are you okay?

I grabbed Eliphas' shoulder, still just a little taller than myself, to support him with his hands held.

'Eliphas, why don't you sit down if you want? It's the lawn downstairs, and, uh, wait.'

Release her hand, which grabbed Eliphas' shoulder, Arsene removed the white handkerchief from the pockets of trainee clothing for the outing and spread it over the lawn.

And with a gentle gaze, I urge Eliphas to lower her hips.

'I'm sorry, I suddenly got distracted. Is it anemic?. Well, if you'll excuse me. "

Alsen releases his hand after confirming that Eliphas lowered his back, the hand he had been holding since he shook his hand.

'Thank you, Alsen is really sweet.

I wonder if God has given me a chance to understand with my beloved predecessor because he is so sweet '

Arsene laughed furiously when she heard that.

"Well, if I could describe it as a chance, I was trying to grab a chance from Grandor."

"Chance."

Eliphas shrugged wonderfully.

And beside Eliphas, who stood on his knees and sat, Arsen sat.

Arsene stares from the side with the intention of caring for Eliphas, who may have fallen ill.

I don't know why, but Arsen didn't feel like Eliphas' body was overflowing with "kindness" and "sadness".

Unexpectedly Eliphas stays facing the front and buries his face there holding both arms at the knee he was standing on.

"Eliphas, are you okay?

Arsen, speaking unintentionally, Eliphas immediately raised the face she was burying and smiled small at the worried boy.

"Hey, then I wonder if Arsene and I have a chance to be" best friends ""

I said that abruptly.

"Does Eliphas want to be my best friend?

Arsene blinks her green eyes a few degrees, then asks, pointing at her face with her white fingers.

"Yeah, can't you?

Ask again with a smile that makes Eliphas look weak to the kind of voice Arsen confirms.

'Fine. I've never been told by a woman that I wanted to be her best friend, and I'm sorry I can't respond right away. Thanks, Eliphas'

Arsen gave his hand this time from Arsen, thanking him for the delay in responding.

"Grandor and Arsene may actually be somewhat alike."

Eliphas said that, but still joyfully switched the hand he was offered too lightly.

'Really?. Well, now that we're best friends, tell us why.'

When Arsene pulled out the power of the hand he shook, Eliphas also pulled out the power and naturally sat with her knees again, hands away from each other.

'Right. You know, where they become everywhere friendly and devoted to the person you decide for yourself when they are someone you trust enough?.

You're the one who bumps into an unspoken hatred, but you're worried about how that person feels'.

That's all Eliphas says and puts a breath down.

I know what you're saying about yourself first, and Arsen gets a little red.

Eliphas smiles delightfully and continues the parable.

"Later, even though I'm more of a pinch on the battlefield, I can be mistaken by the soft guys for saying," Don't you need help? "or something."

Arsene erupted into this.

As I was on my way to the park, I heard about meeting Grandor, so I immediately figured it out.

"Then I think Eliphas is similar."

"Really?

Eliphas looks a little surprised and blinks.

"Eliphas also seems like he's going to be very impotent for someone he likes and loves."

Arsene almost worded a certain word, but I stopped that.

"It feels like you're giving your life for someone you love."

(- How could I not tell Eliphas about it then?)

Alsen's consciousness was then interrupted as he remembered talking about Eliphas and Grandor all the way to the park until evening.

While Grandor provided Arsen with a knee pillow, he stops perfectly the hand that was cleverly in a cushion throwing match with Netuark.

"Whoa? Arsen, did you sleep?

Netuark asked, without stopping his hand, throwing a slightly hardened cushion at Grandor.

Grandor takes it with one hand and pounds Arsen's head and nods.

"It's Arsene who sleeps well, but it's also unusual to take so long.

Looks like you were sucking some extra magic into that picture book. - Gu! "

Grandor, who moved his posture slightly, raised an uncommonly painful groan.

"Ah, yeah, it paralyzes you, right? Alsen, let me move."

"Please."

To Grandor, who smiled bitterly at his paralysis, Netuark nodded and gently rose out of bed, holding Arsen's body side-by-side, sleeping with a paralyzed successful knee pillow.

"Yoisho."

Making a hanging noise that makes him feel some years old, Netuark rests Arsen a little to the left over the center of the bed.

There was also a desire to pinch Arsene between them and to stay away from Grandor's grand snoring at all.

"Oh, boy, Alsen's getting heavy, too."

Grandor says bitterly, fearfully extending his paralyzed legs.

"Grandor, I think it's faster to rub it in order to get paralyzed."

After Netuark puts a duvet on Arsen, he approaches Grandor with an unfaithful grin as he moves his proud, long and clever five-finger excitedly.

"If I rub it, I'll never do locust tenderloin again, and I'll beat you for real."

Even with a grin on his mouth, Brown's eyes had a sharp glow, so Netsuerk pulled lightly and went back to his "bumpy" bedroom.

"This time Arsen shouldn't be relied upon as a force of war ~"

Netuark fell asleep on his back on the bedside, took off his favorite round glasses and placed them on the provided tank.

"It's a warm way to put it, Netuk."

Grandor says as he slowly rubs and unwraps his knees and legs himself.

By removing his glasses, Netsuruk was pointing his eyes towards the ceiling, which could be likened to a sharper impression.

"If it was before, I would be clearly saying" out of battle. "And Alsen would know that."

As Grandor misses it in a way, he says as he remembers Netsuark, who is full of pitiful ploys and instructions.

To this word, Netsuerk gasps and scratches his colored hair.

"I've been living with a little lady for about three years now, so hey.

Instead of trying to be sarcastic without being offended. "

So I lay down with Goron and turn to my best friend, who is still unraveling the paralysis.

"How can I raise this lady up like the women I appreciate and be someone who can be happy -.

I keep thinking about it and choosing words. "

Even in his sharp eyes, Lady - Grandor felt Netuk's mercy for Lily, so he uttered "advice".

"I don't mind imitating a grateful woman... but once in a while, speak to him in the words of your" rabbit sage "Netuak.

She loves you the most in the world. "

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With a small tongue stroke, Grandor stopped his hand from lifting the paralysis and turned his hand around Xu (Mollusc).

At the next moment, there was the sound of a shrugged tear in the sky, a throwing knife plundering the colored hair and stabbing the walls of the guest's bedroom.

Netuark wasn't very surprised, but he sees Grandor with an awkwardly rugged look, aware that he was throwing up a word like he was obstinate.

"I praise you for not going out of sight.

So, I'm going to be serious about you, and I'm not talking about the category that laughs and deludes you, Netuark. "

"Sorry."

I could hear the honest words, so Grandor also immediately solved the harsh look.

"Maybe something was said to the lady knight lord from that brilliant phalenosis treasury?

"Bingo"

Once upon a time, Netourc answered with a smooth pronunciation of exotic words, meaning "big wins" popular among the four heroes.

Grandor raises his voice to be good, then stands up with a slight face and goes to the wall to pick up the knife he threw.

Netuark groaned foolishly as such a grandor passed by his side.

"If you're not looking like a rabbit, you can't fit Lily.

He is not an ear, nor a hero of the kingdom of Selisanceum, nor a king who saved the kingdom with ruthless measures,

What Lily wants is a "sage who looks like a rabbit."

Taste his "wife" stubbornly scratching his best friend's pale hair, and Grandor will do the same with his big hand, which is done retrieving the knife.

A woman who became a partner was "boring" when she encouraged the troubled sage.

"If Maple

"Don't bother, raise your good reason and try to move forward a little or one."

Netuark sighs on his head, which is considered washy by Grandor.

Reminds me of my wife's mighty eyes, and of her regrettable, loving face and words at death.

'One last favor. You're my only hero. "

"Wow, I really do. I was about to break my promise."

Netuark rose Gabba, and Grandor took his hands off the leopard and the colored head and nicely smiled, famous for his "good man".

"Quickly, have you created a rationale that is likely to break the situation? Your Majesty?"

"Oh, the king is like the king, you just have to get through the feelings and emotions of people and stick to the situations and realities that convince them.

Maple is the only rabbit hero, and Lily is the only sage. "

Grandor fists out when the grin that Netuark floats becomes unfaithful.

"Maybe there's a way Netsurk's plan comes to mind, but I'll hang out with you. Just do what you think you're doing and see."

On the fist put out by Grandor, Netuark leaves an unfaithful smile on his face, puts out his fist and hits him lightly a ton.

"Grandor, could this really be a way to make you want to bump me?

The earth-like eyes that take everything accept the provocative eye of the pigeon.

"Thankyou, let me bum Netuark after everything is safe.

- If you go back to being a rabbit, I'll give you a full body. "

"Wow, the stirring is harder.

Maybe Grandor should go to bed now. - Maybe early tomorrow. "

Grandor moves toward the bed with a bitter laugh at Netuark's words.

"Even though it's stubborn, the measure incorporates the Grand Dollar, which means it's already started."

That said, next to the right of the bed where Arsen was sleeping, Grandor went in.

"Oh. Grandor, can you use this?

Netuark played his finger and suddenly took a bunch of "red strings" out of the universe that were supposed to be nothing and grabbed them in his hand and threw them towards Grandor.

"What, all of a sudden - a little?!

Grandor gives you his left hand, which has a gold bracelet he wears as his only ornament, in an attempt to catch a Netsurk thrown string, but the bundle of red strings can be untied before it arrives.

And as he willed, there was a wrist with Grandor's left hand and a gold bracelet, grumpy and elastic, entangled.

"What is this?

Staring at the tools, possibly magic, thrown by Netsuerk as Grandor repeatedly blinks rarely.

"Various improvements, Divine Artifact Grapenil. So, maybe tomorrow's a useful haz"

"Haz is a rare rhetoric for Netuk."

The unclear way of saying Netuark was also unusual for Grandor.

"Actually, rather than tomorrow, I need you to cooperate a little while I'm asleep. I want to share my magic with Alsen for the time being."

"Well, if that's what you're saying, you should use the magic of the eagle"

Grandor gave his consent, and a hero who was also good at witchcraft immediately understood the treatment of a divine artifact called grapenil, and closed his eyelid once to concentrate his consciousness.

- It's all Netsuerk's thoughts, Grandor accepting a role that was as expected but too lightly "sacrificed," are also hard on boulders for the infidel, infidel sage.

And if Arsen found out about it later, his best friend, who could not shed tears, came across as looking very spicy.

(But I need to split it up a little bit -)

Now it's on my pillow, Netuark stares abominably at the picture book.

The "King of God at Heights" picture book said he kept his distance, but if he switched to "sight" where he could see magic, he could see that he kept sucking magic out of Alsen, thin, thin.

Is there anything else you like about Alsen?

Grandor punched his hands in the bread as Netuk was frightened.

"- Don't worry, Alsen will do it so you won't notice."

Grandor smiles worthy of reliance, and Grapenil, wrapped around his left arm, turns to the sleeping Alsen's left hand.

"The moisture of the" earth "of the blood of the eagle, for Arsen's sake, is not a shame.

Not at all, but if you find out what I've been given, you must care more than anyone. I'll be more careful than a transfusion. "

Closed his eyes deeply again, his consciousness. Grandor concentrated and bent his left arm tightly.

Then the grapenil on Grandor's side - the end of the red string wrapped around the successful left hand pharmacopoeia.

And once, when Bow glowed, Grandor opened his eyes.

"This will be good. While you're asleep, you can divide it to the point where it's not a burden, and magic can recover to the point where Arsene can walk normally tomorrow. What if?"

Then just thinking about it seemed disgusting, confirming that the pastry chef Margaret made treats that I had brought in bulk as souvenirs were on Alsen's bag,

"It seems to work. I'm gonna rely on Margaret's sweets."

He suppressed his successful chest with his left hand wrapped in red strings, and answered Netsurk with a bitter laugh.

"In the world, people who hate vegetables are forced to advance vegetables, but they don't have much chance to overcome them because they can't advance to people who don't like sweets ~"

Speaking of which, about two golden frogs of the Netuark user demon sat perfectly on my husband's shoulder holding a gateau chocolate.

"I'm going to bed now, but if you're going to eat that sweet thing, brush your teeth before you go to bed."

"Oh, I'm done with my homework, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and then I'm gonna go to bed."

Yes. When Netuark answers, the golden frog flattens himself too with Peroli after throwing round chocolate into his husband's mouth.

"Don't pack the roots."

The roots would be set to pack, but seeing an exchange between the sage and the user demon that just seemed a little kidding, Grandor laughs and then says goodbye and dives into bed.

Rest when you can, that's the kingdom of Celisanceum, the "Four Heroes of the War".

After a while, I hear a grand dole of snoring - but Netuark doesn't care.

If you heard it while you were asleep, Grandor's snoring would get in the way of a large layer of sleep, but there's nothing about sound when it comes to netu-tourk when you're working out a plan or concentrating on thinking.

(- Because they're probably former "gods" who like this land)

a clown and a golden frog approached Netsuerk's ear and whispered something.

"Well, will I make the most of what I have available"

That being said, he rises out of bed, and Netuark takes a small hand mirror out of the pocket of his dry coat.

It was a beautifully crafted spiral with sleeping lotus, bell orchid, and white lily.

"If it's true, you can use the help of the people who wanted to protect Lily the most."

View a slightly torn coat with a fine sword.

(Master Netsuruk seems to occasionally be unassuming by himself, so be careful. Your friends, Lily, and I are happy to be counted on by your loved ones)

A gentle smile, similar to the moonlight of such a newest "best friend," recalls the words, and Netuark, once again, rethinks his measures.

"If you win, you can leave your name on the calendar."

- I believed in the power of my friends, to a terrible "measure".