Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Me and Mr. Ars, magic is a tease. It's good times like this. If you breathe like Osama and Arsen, you could destroy the Lords' mansion."

Louis is closing the courtyard door open with wire and then starting to stretch lightly.

"But we have to be careful for once. Honestly, it was helpful that he put it on a bench, a tea table, a chair and a corner."

I guess it was because of the heavy rain, the furniture that had been placed in the courtyard, the spilled furniture had been moved to a certain part of the roof.

And carefully woven with water-playing fibres, covered with a large cloth cover.

(This is what I do on purpose, so I have to make sure it never breaks)

Ordered his liver, Ars, like Louis, began stretching to unsave his body.

Then Louis opened the door to the courtyard and leaked his thoughts.

"Louis, you're clever. I'm gonna unlock the lock with two wires."

To it, Louis laughs after much of the unraveling of his body.

"I'll tell Osama to open it with the wire.

Osama told Osama's best friend - or he was forced to teach. "

So Louis, huh?, and he spoke out and twisted the head of his habitual hair.

"That, speaking of best friends for sure, Rabbit's husband was also Osama's best friend or something, right?. Osama is my best friend because he's like Alsen and his rabbit husband."

"Well, then maybe the rabbit sage taught Master Grandor how to unlock the key."

I won't show it to you in front of Lily, but I'm seeing some aspects of the rabbit sage saying "what do you think in general?" or hearing it from Arsen, Ars assured me softly so.

- Shun.

Ars is slight, but sounds like someone's kushami come into his ear.

(After all, I wonder who's in the mansion, people are awake. If you want to do it, you have to do it sooner)

"Mr. Ars, would you like to start before you get in the way?

He was laying his hands on the dagger he was wearing on his hips, looking like Louis was completely ready.

Apparently, Louis also caught a noise in his ear that looked like a kushami earlier.

"Right."

Ars nods slowly and meets Louis across the street to grip the pattern of the sword.

The moment I grabbed the pattern and the gloves I got from Arsen made a "cum" sound, Louis burst into Ars.

(Fast!!)

Ars pulled out his sword with that in mind, and immediately the short knife of the song knife held in the right hand of Kiiyin and Louis and the sword he had just pulled out echoed the metal sound of bumping into the courtyard.

It's just that the rain has just stopped around, or because of the humidity, I don't have the impression that the noise is that loud.

Louis' song knife and Ars' sword collided, and for a moment the movement seemed to stop with each other, but the quick boy immediately pushed the song knife further into his right hand with force.

The moment when the blade and the blade sounded rubbing off and passed in the form of crossing the sword of Ars to the side so that Louis' curved knife, with a short length, flowed.

Louis stepped in, cleverly changing the pattern of the song knife holding it in his left hand, this time in the form of a poke, pointing it at Ars' face.

"After all, it's quick, Mr. Louis"

Ars' face was full of smiles, avoiding the protruding song knife on a piece of paper.

And Ars, who looked really fun, gave Louis a slightly trembling fear of the core of his heart.

"Louis, you're amazing. It's as fast as" Dear Alsen out of hand. "

To distance himself from the smiling Ars, Louis immediately took the backstep.

"Well, thank you -!

At the same speed as that lowering Louis, Ars was following.

"Then don't hesitate," I'll go. ""

Again, Ars, he was laughing.

Ars waves his arm like a punch across the side, "Don't hesitate" to Louis, who is still poorly constructed, horizontally "buzzing" the gluteal "Shiri" of the pattern rather than the blade of the sword.

"Really, you don't hesitate!

On his cheek, Louis leaves his body to gravity to drop as he slightly feels the sword pattern become a hot muscle to plunder.

At the next moment he put his hands on the cobblestone in the courtyard with his dagger in his hand, pushing his body up with the force of his arm, and his legs kicked him right and left like he was going to do the reverse ascent, but Ars avoided that too.

Louis was relieved that he had avoided it.

(Melee without thinking of Mr. Ars is bad!)

The boy, who lived by intuition, had already felt the "danger" of an older swordsman, who also thought of him as a serene mass.

On the momentum he kicked up, Louis strives to distance himself from Ars when he lands with a crooked buck.

Trying to jump away from Ars, Louis reassembled his dagger.

Ars on the other hand, from the position where Louis avoided the kick he let go, didn't make it slight.

And after all, Ars is smiling.

"It's strange, Louis, that when you're dealing with someone, you don't have to hesitate."

Ars was Ars and couldn't stop Dawn from feeling strange about confronting Louis.

Louis, you said, "Don't hesitate to take that boy down." "Crush him."

That feeling was beginning to envelop Ars' body.

"- Oh, hey, Mr. Ars. Something's switched on."

From one room of the mansion, a person wearing a long red and black coat and a silver medal on his chest peered into the courtyard and whined.

"Um, don't stop, okay?

Speaking to the person watching is Stu, who looks like a butler.

Stu was bringing to the person the luggage he had left from Lord Apricot.

At first, when he opened the door of the room without knocking as ordered, the person waiting for his luggage was looking at something through the window with a grin engraved in his mouth.

"Mr. Stu, come and see me. You'll see something interesting."

When an apprentice butler calls Shut by the window with his luggage and looks suspicious, he points his long, clever finger out the window.

Ahead, Ars and Louis were fighting in the courtyard, and Stu was surprised and stared at it.

Guests receive their luggage from an amazing butler apprentice and while wearing it, Stu watches the battle between Ars and Louis with interest through the window.

And apparently, seeing the strength of Ars to overwhelm Louis, he was unintentionally speaking to his guests about not stopping him.

"Look at the time, I'll stop. Stu, will you tell the Lordship that I apologized for the fact that some of the heroic disciples were" breathing "? And this is a gift in order -"

Give Schutt a brief explanation by referring to it as a "present" and giving him a "certain thing".

Then put the sleeve through the red and black coat.

The Guest wore a silver medal to prove his identity, a feather and sharp eyes, and a long-eared ear-inspired object to the left chest.

And again, by the window, we watch the disciples of the two best friends fight happily.

"Okay."

Stu is called by a guest wearing a red and black coat to undertake a report and try to leave the room.

"Stu, you, Ars, to you, Louis. Which do you think will win, Alsen's apprentice of the Devil's Sword or Grandor's apprentice of the Great Sword?

In the next bedroom, the guests gave the names of the heroes who would sleep next to each other to assist with the lost magic and asked Stu.

"Both disciples and nothing, Ars and Louis. Bye -"

So Schutt realizes that he has abandoned Ars, who is supposed to be his guest, and holds his mouth by accident.

"- Ars, you and I seem to be getting along pretty well. Are we friends now?

Guests ask Stu further from the window, watching the battle between Ars and Louis.

The sound of the blade colliding with the blade for several times sounded, and Shut accidentally pointed his gaze at the courtyard.

Ars' sword thrust prevents him with a song knife that is near and wide enough to pierce the belly of a nasty boy, and Louis's body rolls with a zuzzling sound on the tatami in the stone courtyard.

But Louis stood on the attack of Ars, who jumped immediately and still pursued him "reluctantly".

"Oh, shit!"

Louis, who no longer hesitated when it came to "verbalism," seeped remorse and spoke, and Ars continued to attack with no hesitation.

"- Louis, you're on the defensive side so far. He's aware of himself, but he still doesn't want to challenge you to the fight, Ars.

Guidance, are you strong enough to be a fence "Shimmer," or is that all you like about our princess? "

Guests look really happy, laughing unfaithfully and unfaithfully, watching as Louis makes a mojo of Ars' attack.

Stu couldn't believe the attack Als was making on Louis.

(Ars, I can't believe you're so, so harsh)

Guests looked at the upset sht with chills as they repeatedly witnessed the fierce attack of "friends", who just thought it was gentle.

"But Arsen tried so hard to" kick "you in military school.

In the beginning, the gentle instructor was more surprised by the impudence of the attack than he is now. "

Guests who don't know if they're sheltering or denigrating, and who should be Ars's current "boss" in the other figure, explain to Stu.

"It's all right, Louis, because you must be" hooked "by Grandor, too."

The battle, which was supposed to be a "breath break" from the window, also seemed to be gradually headed towards a "death fight". Seeing a songknife boy rolling into the cobblestone of the courtyard, Stu accidentally calls out to his guests even when they are briefed about the attack on Ars and Louis.

"We have to stop Ars!"

Stu couldn't stand the way a kind friend would change.

The Guest then decides in his mind "pawn placement" in this reaction of Schutt.

"" Every man with a weapon that can take his life must have a kinder heart than any man ","

A guest shrugged to see how Stu was doing.

"Huh?"

Stu didn't initially know what he was talking about, but when he picked up the words, he knew immediately that the Guest was talking about himself and the weapon that would be delivered to his chest, the gun.

"Once upon a time, in a country called Selisanseum, a shitty man who could handle the most weapon called a gun said,"

Gashan and a little loud noise come into my ear when the Guest gets a nibble.

Louis was blown away by Ars' attack, on furniture with a sheet wrapped around the corner of the garden, colliding.

"Oh, Mr. Ars. Yeah, I told you. I love the woodworking fine chairs, the benches, but I guess when I stop. But not yet, Louis."

Ars stands with his sword in front of the wrapped furniture where Louis collided.

Gasha, from the sound of the furniture gathered together, the grin disappears from Ars' face.

Confirmed it, the Guest opens his mouth towards Shut as he starts to turn his wrist and shoulders.

"If you want to stop those two, you can stop them.

With you and your weapon, "one shot" would be an easy job.

Well, without the silencer, you'll wake everyone up in the Lordship Mansion, and it'll be a blame. "

"By the way, what are you doing?

When the Guest thought he had finished spinning his wrists and shoulders, now he was spinning his ankles and slapping the tongue and nail tips on the floor.

"" Preparatory Campaign, "I say one way or the other, so far, there have been a lot of positions for people who can stop it.

Humans, you have to be the one to stop after the middle of the thirty ~.

Well, Ars, neither you nor Louis are my disciples. "

So the guest, wearing a red and black coat, smiled just a little tenderly and stroked Schutt's head pompously worrying about his friend.

"You don't have to be a disciple, you don't have to be a human denaci like me, you have to move for a child who's got an edge."

Stu was honestly bewildered earlier by the unexpected kindness from his hateful opponent, who temporarily went over the magic mirror but even pointed it at the gunpoint.

The Guest goes on to say more to Schutt, who remains confused.

"So, this is how I move. Your master's brother, the occasional farmers, and his best friends, care more about you and Ato than I do about your disciples. Or because I'm determined to put it on my own.

Rest assured, the child is childlike, the disciple is like a disciple, you just have to have a shameless way of fighting and living with a respected master "

At that time, the sound of intense metal bumps begins to sound outside several times.

When the Guest opens the window without sound, the sound of the blade crashing into the room with the wind, and the red and black coats dance with the wind.

"Now, is it time to stop the hero apprentices who may stop toothpicking and disturb the lovely Sleep Princess's sleep?

You know how to call me now, Mr. Stu?

The colored eyes over the round glasses stare gently and sharply at the apprentice butler.

Stu bowed his head respectfully and responded to the guest.

"I understand.

His Majesty the King, Dagger Sunflower gave his life and sent him to Robrow to join the Intelligence Corps. "

"perfect"

Netuark replied in a good mood and jumped out the window.

"Gashan!" he sounds and Louis' body falls on the seat in the corner of the courtyard.

"Louis, are you okay?

Ars kicked Louis with his foot in military shoes and collided with the furniture covered with a rain-sheltered seat.

The habit, the soft stuff. I say that with my hips.

As usual, Ars himself doesn't see how he can make Louis' opponent feel so daunted.

And all the time, I feel it when I deal with people - I don't see Louis the "steeple" I should see.

That meant, in a way, that Ars could fight "without hesitation".

(Dear Alsen and Dinfare, even if you can't see the steeple, it's strange to feel like you can contain your feelings)

"Louis, are you okay?

Once now, with all kindness and serenity, Ars called to Louis with his sword in place.

With the sound of the shock, the pain "jumped" on my body.

It hurts.

I didn't get the kick right away, but the arm paralysis I used when I prevented it wasn't normal.

And just because the flying place is the place, now the pain, like being beaten from the corner, lingers on Louis' back.

Louis had pain in every corner of his body with Ars' sword and defenses to avoid blows, kicks and beatings that were not caught in the mold.

But should a handsome, naughty boy be called a boulder, there was not yet an attack that he ate straight from Ars.

(Well, not a single hit has succeeded.)

In "Breathe", if you attacked Ars once, Louis had repeated the feeling that the attack would return four times.

Besides, I can't help but feel scared for Mr. Ars.

Shortly after he began to breathe, his "fear" of Ars, like sitting at the core of Louis, was still sitting.

"Louis, are you okay?

Albeit in his usual tender manner, Ars' voice feels for Louis, as he is full of killing.

What am I scared of, Mr. Ars?

Louis clenches the song knife he got from Grandor again, no matter how hard he didn't let go of the blow or attack.

Louis has admitted to himself that he feels "scared" of Ars since he started breathing.

But Louis never thought about who he was.

(What am I "scared of?" What's connected to "scared" of Mr. Ars?)

When a boy doesn't know, the most I can think of is the face of a brown-skinned master, who has only met him for two years, burned in the day.

Once upon a time at the training ground, Louis' head is rounded by what happened when he was given an archery of swords.

(Sure, Osama talks to me about "scary")

At that time - Louis is told as he is lightly not even plucked by the Grandor, but with a wooden knife.

"If it's such a fearless, unwitting, defenseless battle, you can do it right away."

'If there was something scary, you wouldn't be able to fight it in battle!.

Even Osama is that strong, you have nothing to be afraid of!? '

"I'm scared of you, too. When I couldn't protect what I wanted to protect. '

The good man and the famous hero also answered the questions of the busy disciple sincerely.

'Heh, well, I knew Osama wouldn't even see a scary eye.

If you're as strong as Osama, you can protect any guy you want. '

So Louis had a big hand in Grandor, and it was slight.

"Why don't you listen to me properly?

"I couldn't protect what I wanted." Louis, I couldn't protect you. "

'- So, what do you say now?

With a successful eyebrow, creating a wrinkle between his eyebrows, Grandor answered honestly to his disciple.

'Oh, that's scary. But if you live for more than three decades, if you think you've finally survived your lost fears, now you're the one who wants to protect you even if you die - but you've done it. "

"Heh. Bye, Osama. I'm in it. Don't stay."

That's what Louis said, Grandor slaps lightly again.

"I'm not gonna tell that to anyone who's going to adopt you as my son."

Then he stroked his habitual hair with gasp.

"I'm not afraid of not being able to protect Osama.

And whoever wants to protect Osama more than anyone else, there must be someone else. '

I've had it picked up for two years from being like a wild dog.

Grandor is alive, more than 30 years.

I'm sure because it shouldn't be strange to have the kind of people or beliefs that you want to devote your whole life to a good "Osama" of someone who burned that day.

And the simple and lucid boy knows that some people must think the same of Grandor that way.

People who risk each other's lives and want to protect them.

If it's enough to mourn that person, you'd better protect your life as such.

But even if I protect you, I know that when I'm gone, that person will grieve for me.

(Osama didn't want to "mourn" or "grieve," so he got stronger)

Dattara, Oreja?.

That gentle grin suits you very well, what are you so afraid of a swordsman?.

And something I want to protect myself from...

I couldn't protect what I wanted to protect.

I want to protect you.

With the word I wanted to protect, a girl with green eyes floated first on her fluffy, thin red hair.

I said, "If you don't eat vegetables, you're gonna be stupid."

I've never seen a "girl" say that to Louis, who only looks like a bad boy, and my heart shook with joy every time I was spoken.

But Lily's already been protected by a lot of people.

The knights of beautiful women, the beautiful nobility of Grandor's best friend, my dear Grandor, and -

"Louis, are you okay?

A swordsman like a sweet brother to Lily, who is letting her heart dance to fight Louis as she makes the sound of rebuilding her sword with Kathari.

(Ha ha, I'm out of the curtain)

For the first time in my life when I realized it, I regretted it and my tears overflowed my eyes.

pitiful and desperate for his "powerlessness".

But the feeling of tears that transmit cheeks reminds the boy of another tear and an uncut cry.

- Sage.

It was strange, even though my tears and those that Lily shed were completely different things.

(Oh, but the rabbit husband isn't here right now. Where the hell is that rabbit Osama?

But I noticed.

No matter who's trying to protect Lily, there's only one or one girl that wants it.

(Don't make me laugh)

It makes me laugh, but I also know something springs up inside Louis.

(Now that I don't have a rabbit husband, why don't I do it? I'm the best, even if I want to protect Lily)

Grasp the song knife again, and now squeeze it back vigorously.

Be aware of your legs, which are only a little thorough, and use your strength.

Although it hurts somewhere in my body, I can still fight.

(You know, smiling, fighting people with my precious, precious, lily,)

Girls with a strong mind, but undivided kindness, are bound to get hurt if protected by "such strength".

I don't care what kind of sacrifice you make to protect Lily.

If you were defending yourself that way, it would break the heart of your precious girl.

(It's only natural that anyone in a position to protect Lily should be strong.)

Louis worked hard to wake up his body, and the benches and chairs beneath the rain shelter seat gushed.

――――

From Ars, who had a sword, the grin disappears.

"How to protect Lily," I'm sure it's an important hassle.

And if Lily has Ars to defend her now, Louis can't accept it.

Protecting your body is unacceptable or unacceptable as someone who protects Lily in a way that breaks your heart.

(Sure, if you want to protect me, you have to be strong.)

If you went with strength, Ars is strong because Louis knows by instinct.

(But you can't do that. The way you protect Mr. Ars breaks Lily's heart. But with my strength, I can't keep Lily safe.

So leave it to Mr. Ars -)

That's where Louis' belly core cools down.

"If you are better than yourself, should you give up where you want to be?"

"Because I don't have the power, and even though I wasn't rejected, should I stay away from those who want to protect me?"

No, no, no! No!)

By the time he shook his habitual hairy head hard to deny it, Louis' body was back in strength to get up.

Louis felt unusually hot where he was told he had a tattoo in his section Noodle, in an underground barn.

And slowly Louis rises up with the feeling that the paragraph gets hot and in the core of his belly "fear antagonizes.

In front of Louis, Ars with clear, empty eyes holds the sword.

From a fairly neat face, the grin had disappeared and the beautiful golden hair was shaking in the wind in the darkness where the sun had not yet risen.

What I'm afraid of is giving up.

Louis slowly sets up a dagger with a song knife in both hands.

(I was afraid to admit to Mr. Ars that I gave up before he fought someone with an overwhelming difference in strength)

"Give up, it's like"

The heat around your neck can push in the fear of trying to stay in the core of your belly.

He kicked the cobblestone in the courtyard and Louis launched several attacks on Ars.

After "Khin" and the sound of the blade overlapping for the first time, they bumped into each other one after the other, but began to echo in the courtyard.

Now the Ars will be defensive.

Just flush and play everything on the spot without being flown like Louis or taking damage.

And as before, Ars' decisive counterattack, which was made to slip between Louis' attacks, was completely gone and impossible.

Louis, are you getting any stronger?

Ars hasn't noticed, even though his grin has disappeared from his face.

(Hit me, get me, get me!)

Kin!, Kin!, Kin!, Kin! and was bounced four degrees of attack from Ars, and Louis screams that in his head.

Turn the dagger of the song knife towards Ars and just shake it.

"Yeah."

Skillfully defensive, Ars muttered small.

Louis' offense has changed from an offense that only impressed him quickly, to a form such as acute, compared to before Ars kicked him.

And most importantly, it seemed that the faith that was in the boy stood still and lit.

Seeing Louis lit up by such beliefs, something smokes "dull" in Ars in the dark courtyard.

- Until now, I had found Louis interesting in his attitude and in making rampant remarks about any opponent, but I had never felt "busy". But not now.

- You're so busy.

It was as if he had made a shadow from the lightning of Louis' faith through the gap in Ars' heart, and the dark emotions were in the gentle boy's heart.

"Breathing" changes shape to "Death Struggle".

Louis said, "If you want to give up, you can die."

Ars swung up his sword to pierce his chest after avoiding Louis' penetration to let one of his skin sweep away in return for the abandoned attack.

―――

"What!"

The two boys have their wrists twisted up against each other before the weapon hits each other.

"I don't want anything that might lead to sleep disturbance for a growing princess."

A man with red and black coats between the two boys and round glasses with tinted eyes and hair stood, laughing "Nii".

Both Ars and Louis stare at Gassili's wrist as they attempt to launch an attack.

Ars was the first person to see, and Louis--

"That, you, sure, gu"

Karan, the dry sound of karan echoes over the cobblestone of the courtyard, creating a strange atmosphere in the damp air.

No matter how attacked by Ars, the song knife dagger I never let go of.

That was when the colored man let go of Louis wrist twisting left hand, and with his left fist made a blow to the nasty boy's dovetail, Misochi, and he was falling down casually.

"Clover, you've never seen me again."

And he gleefully draws Ars' wrist, which he grabs with his right hand, and the blonde boy breaks the balance of his body.

"Knock."

Leaks a "hateful voice" that seems unusual to Ars.

"Good to see you, Trad."

In the ear of an attracted Ars, he groaned with tea glare -

"Hey, I'm sorry"

The dodgy, sounding, colored man kicked Ars belly as much as he wanted from the sole of his shoe, his feet away from the cobblestone, his body floating in the universe.

It has been the work of a man of color since he made sure that the serious Ars was properly equipped with the clamshell "clamshell".

On the cobblestone in the courtyard where Louis rolled over and over, Ars made his first zazzling sound and rolled.

"Oh, Mr. Ars! Let's do this!!

Seeing the kicked Ars, Louis was beaten by a colored man with his right hand that was in pain but not caught.

Of course, the colored man avoids Louis' fist without making it up and makes a frightened face.

"- Isn't it similar to Lord McGaffin that he was struck hard by your taste? Mr. Clover?"

Earlier, Ars, you were really trying to "kill" me about you.

Saying that with his mouth and heart, he grabbed Louis' right wrist with a gnawing force with his right hand, which was set free by kicking Ars.

"Second time today!"

Shortly, as if to catch it, Louis also used the recoil that swung empty to hit him - throwing Louis' body correctly.

"Wow!

It was a rare childish scream for Louis, and as the colored man said, a second rain-sheltered seat was put on today, clashing with the benches and tea tables.

It's more intense than the first time, and it sounds flashy: "Gashan!"

"Hurt!"

This time, Louis raises such a voice just after he penetrates, and his body also wakes up.

"Ahhhhhh, please be quiet. Mr. Clover."

The colored man laughed with pleasure at the "death fight" between the two boys without a gentle "I".

"Oh, what you're doing is so noisy!"

Once Gasha sounds, Louis rises from the top of the rain shelter seat.

"Oh, Mr. Clover, did you break the furniture in the courtyard that you were cleaning up with a corner rain shelter cover?"

The man with the red and black coat on his shoulder clasped deliberately, feeling like, oh man.

The purposefulness was filled with infidelity and infidelity, and Louis forgot the pain he had ever had and accidentally stuck his index finger in.

"You're the one who decisively broke it!! The servant of this lord's mansion -"

"Mr. Rock, me, and Ato are the only men who work like deacons."

Stu's surprised voice rises in Louis' head.

"You are."

"I think it would be better if I didn't meet the servant and have a peaceful life."

Grandor's words also rise in Louis' head.

"Who the hell are you?"

On the first day of his coming to Robrow, a man who thought he was just one of the servants in the Lordship's mansion, who had carefully lectured the naughty boy on how to use a Spirit-free communications machine, stands in the courtyard.

"Introduce yourself again.

I belong to the Intelligence Unit of the Kingdom of Selisanceum and His Majesty the King, Netuark of Eunmoriji.

My name is Netuark Saxfawn. "

With that said, Netuark, the ear of the Eyeglasses, let the silver medal shine in the dark night on the left chest of the red and black coat, playing his long and clever looking fingers patchouli.

"Become, what?!

Around Louis, something starts to move with Mozo Mozo.

In order to secure the rain shelter seat, the ropes used were moving like gnocchios and creatures by the magic planted by Netuark.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!"

When Louis accidentally gave such a voice, Netuark gave a pleasant grin from the bottom of his heart and played his finger again.

The ropes that were used to fix it moved further with Uneune, and Louis' face pulled proportionally to see it.

"Ahhhhhhh, good response. Mr. Clover."

Nii laughed again, and Pattiri played her fingers again, and as the earlier uneune motion was a lie, the rope turned to Louis with a sharp whip.

"Ah, fuck!!"

Louis, who was alarmed by the disgust of the rope's movements, is lightly bound.

In the third round of ammunition Netsurk had done, Rope was restraining Louis in a way that perfectly sealed his arm's movements.

"Thank you, Mr. Clover, for a great time."

Zach, there's something rising over the cobblestone in the courtyard.

Ars slowly stood up and stood his sword toward Netuark.

Netuark looked harsh, and once, when he looked like a rabbit, "love" broke my heart uncommonly when an innocent boy with clear, empty eyes was frightened to change people.

"I'm afraid that Love will be gone, both up and down."

(Will Alsen's "longing" also be categorized as love?)

Close the tinted eyes once behind the round glasses, change the "vision" and stare at Ars.

By dreaming of losing his precious "longing," darkness was brilliantly imprinted in the gap between the mind of a boy who broke his mind's equilibrium, Kinko.

"A premature start is not good, Beelzebub"

(Flying is not good, Belzebub)

I was small and blurred by the presence of Netsuruk, who now closed his eyes once and became the prime minister of hell while returning his "sight".

"Darkness is our domain"

Darkness is our realm

From the mouth of Ars, the words are zero with voices that are not in person - slashed by Netsurk as they are.

"A, Mr. Ars?!

It was the restrained Louis who raised the voice of surprise, and the restrained Netuark himself was acting normal, responding with a knife to the sword attack of Ars.

If you look at Louis, you can't believe the actions of an infidel, infidel colored man either, but you couldn't believe even more how Ars is doing now.

Contrary to the earlier Ars and Louis, the colored man is responding with a short knife to flirt with Ars.

"Kin! Kin! Kin!" and sounding metal, Netuark observes Ars' fat muscles with interest.

And consider the cause of Ars' disturbance of heart.

(Well, what made you so anxious, Ars?)

Netsurk himself could not think that the absence of the "rabbit sage" had created a slight gap in Ars' mind.

"- Clover, you're the one who was often not taken into the darkness of the Devil's Palace on this dark night."

So while attacking Ars, Netuark watched Louis, with a rare and strange look on his face, restrained on the rain shelter seat and his eyes rounded to gaze at this side.

The behavior - apparently, touched Ars' harp line.

"- Master Sen?

With a small voice, Ars doesn't stop attacking, but he sees a sway in his empty eyes.

"- I'm not as kind as Master Padrick, and I'm not that pretty, am I?

Netuark remembers Alsen's sword and imitates it.

Then the memory of trust in Arsen, still in Ars, was beginning to retreat from "darkness".

- Dear Alsen,

After all, Ars, you admire Arsen a lot.

In the next moment in the colored man, full of beautiful best friend faces and tenderness, from the mouth of Ars, I spilled an unexpected word if I tried to make it Netsurk.

"- Lord Sage of Gi, where are you?

He looked anxious and asked for help, it was Ars' voice.

"Become?!"

Netuark plays Ars' sword with a knife, even though he has a question mark on his mouth.

The sword of Ars also "Khan," and the sound of dryness over the cobblestone of the courtyard, fell.

- Gecko!

An unexpectedly misplaced frog sounds and can be whilst odd.

Distorted the space, a golden frog was appearing between Netuark and Ars.

The frog holds something to his little golden body, with the front pointing toward Ars.

"- Frog! Don't be impotent!

Remaining upset by what Ars had said earlier, Netuark called to his own user demon, this time with a much worried and pregnant voice.

Frogs close their long eyes beside them in circles, patchy, and let their little bodies shine.

At the next moment, a gowdy whirlwind swept through the courtyard, and the red and black coat of Netourc flickered, making a bumpy noise once again.

"Wow!"

The next person to raise his voice was Louis.

As the power of the strong wind widens further, a strong morning sun, which had already begun to rise, stitches a thick gap of black clouds in the courtyard, shoots into the courtyard of the new lord's residence.

Louis can't stand the glare of light and meditates his eyes strongly.

If true, light so strong that you want to block the light using restrained hands.

That's the same with Ars, but apparently the "darkness" that lingers in his body blurs the boy's consciousness, causing a standing glare and squatting (groaning) with one knee on cobblestone.

"Now."

A golden frog calls out in the boy's voice and throws a walnut cookie made by Margaret towards Netourc, which has an anti-demonic action on his little body.

Netuark catches "cookies made just for Ars" with his big hands so as not to break them, and leaks bitter laughter.

"Damn, there are too many people around me who are impotent for their loved ones!"

Netuak played his fingers with a bitter laugh, his body wrapped in a whirlwind of white and black - only his coat became a sage of red and black rabbits, with fluffy hairs and hands and feet overflowing with meatballs.