Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

(Lord Rabbit Sage, can I protect Lily by myself?)

As he battles Louis, the black "Toya" enters through the gap of Ars' heart and dyes his heart black.

Protect Lily.

Ars managed to keep that feeling alone, even though he was entwined by the darkness.

And I know I have relentless power in me, but I don't know how to use it.

So Ars waved his sword just to "protect" him as he continued to be swallowed by the darkness.

And while I was waving my sword adhering to the word "to protect", the darkness was becoming more engrossed in Ars.

Eventually, when the darker darkness began to make Louis feel busy, Louis could only recognize him as a businessman.

The hand was stopped when he raised his sword to confront him and stab him with a stop.

―――

I felt like I heard something, but the darkness was in my ear like mud. I mean, I don't understand what the voice means.

What we know in the dark is that the businesslike beings in front of us are also stopped from moving by "something".

And the businessness "I was thrust by something, and the next moment I squatted, I was drawn to my body as a ghoul.

"-Do you, - Nice to meet you -"

It was felt like a joke.

Still, Ars was surprised that he managed to slip through the muddy darkness that blocked everything and reached his ears.

"- Meng."

(- Apologized?)

Words that made some sense, the moment they swept up from the darkness of the mud, were fiercely - kicked so hard that the body floated in the universe.

With that kicked back recoil, the muddy darkness is stripped from Ars' body.

And even with the shock slammed against the cobblestone in the courtyard, the mud darkness peeled off Ars' body.

The mud of darkness peels off and Ars recognises on the blown cobblefield tatami that the "businesslike" being is Louis.

And I've never seen a man with a red and black coat...

(I've seen it - but do you?)

I remember seeing it somewhere.

Just not from the front, but certainly in the back.

When?

To try to help Ars, Louis, who tried to kill him once, was being beaten towards the red and black coat.

"Second time today!"

When I heard such a tense voice and raised my face from a depressed state, I clearly remembered its hindsight.

Yes, when Lily was abducted from Alsen's mansion.

Fluffy, flaky hair, the color of the coat was not red and black, but green, but I definitely feel it when I look at the standing.

And he was clear then, but now he was firmly present.

"Wow!

There was a fierce noise, and Louis was now clashing when the man in the red and black coat threw him at the location of the rain shelter seat where Ars had collided earlier.

(Louis, are you okay?!)

I've spoken this dialogue over and over again, Ars, but what I just thought is the most emotional.

But Louis, unexpectedly, "and others" appeared to be healthy, and he said to each other, "Yay," with a man in a red and black coat who threw away something.

"- Did you break the furniture in the courtyard?"

"You're the one who decisively broke it!!"

So Louis' words had stopped for some reason, but Ars is laughing in his heart.

(That red-black coat guy, unfaithful but funny, Louis, you ride well too though)

Something shrugged and dark entered the spot where I had enjoyed "to protect" the moment Ars' heart laughed loose in the exchange between the colored man and Louis.

"Why is it laughing?."

(Why are you laughing?)

(What?)

A language that didn't understand the meaning echoed in Ars' head.

But the point is - I can see you feel blamed somehow.

And he caught gassilli the core of his heart, and said:

"The boy who you tried to kill."

You were trying to kill that boy.

- Oh, oh, oh!!!!!

The unspeakable fear and muddy darkness crawl up from the earth beneath the cobblestone to the body and erode.

Blamed for words that you shouldn't understand, Ars' core shrinks to the point of being crushed.

And Ars stood up, squeezing his sword, shaking his heart with fear.

A colored man watched Ars like that, when his interaction with Louis ended and he finally made fun of him and magically restrained his movements.

Again, for the first time, Ars has a face he sees, eyes with the same colour as his hair, and he wears round glasses.

The expression was rugged, and when he noticed Ars staring straight at him with a certain feeling, he had included grief in his pale eyes.

And behind the round glasses, he closed his colored eyes once, opening his mouth toward the muddy darkness to attach, not to the opening als.

"A premature start is not good, Beelzebub"

I don't understand Ars, but the darkness sitting inside began to move with Zawazawa and he moved his mouth at will.

"Darkness is our domain"

With that said, Ars' body shook up his sword at the colored man.

The colored man responds to it with a short knife.

"A, Mr. Ars?!

A voice full of emotions about Louis's incredibility in captivity was heard in the distance.

What's "I" doing?

Only in times of anxiety does Ars know that I will be the only one.

Als' body had been cut with a sword by a colored man many times.

(Why are you so anxious?)

Sage.

A more anxious, bell-ringing voice sounded in the anxious Ars mind.

Even if he is captured by muddy darkness, soon Ars will know the Lord of his voice, and he will also wrap himself in anxiety.

I can't protect Lily, Sage.

Wrapped in anxiety, the body is eroded by muddy darkness, Ars falls into the sensation of being in a deeper place than the bottom of the deep earth.

(Sounds like you're being ice pickled)

Apparently, however, the presence of manipulation of the body in the dark of mud is unaware of the feeling that Ars is icy.

He was wearing the sword of Ars as the colored man spoke in a tone that impressed him with something.

- Has this happened before?

In this way, my sword is easily - cast down.

You should know, but you don't.

You're not supposed to know, but you do.

Such nostalgic names overflow in Ars' head.

"- It's, like, strong, but - it's a huge difference. You're a twin. Why not?"

Such words echo in Ars' head with the voice of a colored man in Ars's heart, which began to freeze.

"- Yes, it is. - Good luck. - How dare you?"

Such a sweet voice, a voice that always inspires me.

He always heals me when I have to be there. [M]

Vertex "please"?.

Unexpectedly confused by memories that should not be in the "Ars," the body freezes rapidly.

"I don't remember being at the apex, and someone nice and angelic."

With the spiciness of still slightly frozen bodies crushing, Ars calls the name of the 'healer' by moving his mouth - diligently - into the darkness of the mud.

"- Master Sen?

The darkness of the mud, which was grasping the core of Ars' heart, weakened his strength as he was surprised.

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

Now Ars was able to clearly capture the voice of a colored man with his ears.

"Smart."

The old man's calm voice echoes in Ars' head.

Again, as the darkness of mud interrupts his attempt to grasp the core of his heart, the colored man began to attack Ars.

That was the same thing Ars did with his beloved man, Arsen Padrick.

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

Whenever the sound of metal hits the sword of Kinkin and Ars and the knife of the colored man, the muddy darkness that erodes Ars begins to peel off.

"Ars, there is no dispute." When dealing with swords in your world, don't take them down. "

Kin

"I dare not deal with swords to protect my precious being. Think about it."

A man who looks completely "different" from Arsen, but is perfectly "the same" technique, lets him continue his sword against Ars.

- Dear Alsen,

When Ars came up with Arsen's name again, the colored man smiled.

Ars was remembering the continuation of the words uttered by Arsen as they crossed swords and knives with each other.

"While Ars is alive, I will tell him this in the hope that there will be no more fighting."

Kinkin

"The opponent you are fighting also has a precious presence and a weapon in your hands"

Kinkin 'Kinkin' Kinkin '

"Don't forget that."

Whenever the sound of metal sounds, Arsen's words, which I didn't want to forget, come to life in Ars' heart.

Kin

"By doing so, your strong sword will surely yield less unnecessary pity."

(That?)

And Ars realizes something strange as he peels off the mud by crossing his sword with a colored man.

Whenever Ars thinks of Arsene, the smile of the colored man becomes very gentle.

- A gentle but flirtatious smile reminds me of a "one rabbit" a second adult who listens to the weak sound of Ars, recently made.

But the rabbit is disappearing now.

"- Lord Sage of Gi, where are you?

Arce was anxious and crying for help, even though he had the support of his heart, Arsen.

Sage.

To the heart of Ars, another bell-prayer, a wishful voice sounds.

Lord Sage, I can't do this.

"Become?!"

He bounced Ars' sword with a knife, even as the colored man spoke in an incredible way.

A sword flew out of Ars' hand, sounding a dry sound on the cobblestone in the courtyard and falling.

While experiencing the sound of the sword falling and the paralysis that had been knocked down, Ars looked sad and moved only his mouth toward the colored man.

I can't do that.

"Brother!"

A voice sounded just like Ars and the sticking darkness, and a strange time was created.

"Younger brother," "Tomato Gimmi!?"

The darkness of mud with tension on the Ars distorts the space between the Ars and the colored man at the moment he raises his surprise voice.

Neither Ars nor the sticking darkness can stare at the golden "something" that emerges from the distorted space too dazzling.

Except for the glare, Ars is going to stand dazzled.

"- Frog! Don't be impotent!

With Ars calling the name "Rabbit Sage," I can see that for some reason the voice of the shaky man, "Frog," is even more worrying and shaky.

("Can"?)

With his eyes dazzled by the glare, what Ars remembers with a frog was a golden frog sticking to the rabbit sage at all times, just like the darkness he now sticks to his body.

"Poor thing, in this state they call me" brother. "

The voice of darkness tells Ars with a mouthful full of wisdom and majesty, as if to advance.

With even more radiance, both Ars and the darkness in his body were finally able to maintain a balance in his body.

And the stronger wind blew, and the red and black coat of the colored man, which was on the other side of the overly dazzling "blinking" light, was enough to hear a fluttering sound.

"Wow!!"

"Guru!!"

When Louis raised a loud surprise, the darkness in Ars was also raising a loud voice again.

A strong morning sun, which had already begun to rise, stitched thick black cloud gaps in the courtyard, shooting into the courtyard of the new lord's residence.

"Light is my domain if darkness is your domain."

(If darkness is your realm, light is my realm!)

The voice of a boy I had never heard echoed towards Ars and the darkness.

In the intense morning sun, the dazzling light in front of him, which was just overflowing, exchanges shapes.

The light shook something up with the bah.

(Wings?)

And in the mighty morning sun and shining wings, it was Ars who showed up well acquainted.

("I"? But no)

What appeared in front of Ars was a white coat with the same appearance as Ars, wrapped with a sword and, above all, had twelve wings.

And the boy with the wings, he looked pathetic.

He looked pathetic, but still smiles happily when he shows Ars in the same empty eyes as himself.

"Poor, overadmiring vessel, I didn't expect to be imprisoned on my brother."

Though scorched by the light, he was still there so that the darkness would refrain beside Ars, groaning pitifully.

As soon as I heard the words of darkness, the winged boy's eyes would be clear but cold, the same eyes as Ars's, who had sifted his sword until earlier to make Louis "Mojo".

Shut up.

The boy did not hesitate at all to pull out his sword, which was wrapped in red.

(Stop!)

A boy with the same face as Ars descends his sword toward Ars.

(What?)

As darkness sheltered Ars, he made an old man in the form of man, majesty and wisdom, and stood at the cutting edge of the sword of the sword.

The darkness that has become the figure of the old man shields Ars with his arms, and the sword of the temple is stabbed in his arms.

Smoke was rising from the place where it was pierced, and the sword of fire was about to shred the body, the presence, of the old man of darkness.

But even as he takes the sword of the Shah with his arms, the old man of darkness mocks from the bottom of his heart an angel who "resembles Ars badly".

Which one of you is imprisoned by your brother?

The boy, whose wings appeared Ars to the old man in such a condition, told him abominably, and then pulled the sword of the sword out of the old man's arms.

"You're a demon because you're trapped in love." Non is with humans. "

So much so that the old man kneels, and Ars puts one knee on the cobblestone to accompany it, squatting "Uzuma".

"Are you all right?

Ars didn't think, he was speaking to an old man, a being who must have been flirting with his body before.

And I saw it, the feathered boy bites his lips all the time.

It is as if a toddler, to a being younger than himself, looks uncut and seeps into tears as if he had been deprived of his parents.

It's Now.

Ars realizes he is the one who listened to the feathered boy seep through his tears and let that voice speak out.

I can see that the squatting old man also presented himself and sheltered himself, and that the feathered boy waved his sword thinking of himself.

Neither of them thought about Ars and acted for Ars, but the old man, who looked the same as Ars, could not be compatible.

"Incompatible objects, both, shouldn't want to help?"

I remember asking someone a long time ago.

"Neither of us has the power to help, but I'm arrogant to try to help."

Quiet, be told that in a stern voice.

But I wanted to help both of them.

But I'm powerless.

I took a sword in my hand that would be a symbol of power.

I entrusted my truly important brother to a trustworthy existence and, without telling him anything because farewell would be hard, I got out of the place where I was created.

Now the old man, once in the place of "God", who combines the wisdom and majesty of squatting together, also said.

I also wanted to "create" a place for people who "were bounced by people" and even the devil sympathizes with them.

With that said, the old man thought of himself as God, a kind wife with a rich breast who could not attain peace in the world of men, dedicated as a "sacrifice".

"Is it arrogant that an important being wants to create a new place to rest?"

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

Such a floating voice jumped into Ars' ear on the wind.

And the pong and something soft and warm snapped on the chest of his uniform, and Ars, who was squatting on the old man's side by the shock, buttcaked backwards.

With pippy long ears groaning at the tip of his nose and hands with fluff and punipni together, Ars was slapped on the petite cheek.

"Nobody's in trouble for now, I'm going to cheat you not to bother," Washi. ""

Soft bright, another voice that Ars was looking for.

"Lord Rabbit Sage!!"

On Ars' face, there is a heartfelt grin.

"Now go home to the people you think you are."

Saying so, the rabbit sage shoved a cookie made just for him into the boy's mouth, which was open with surprise.

Something falls out of Ars the moment the cookie is included in his mouth.

"Damn, sage, lord."

It was both darkness and light, similar to the "commandments" of the past, similar to the whirlwind that a rabbit sage could do when a person, "when changing the appearance of a netuak and a rabbit".

Ars slowly falls upside down to the cobblestone from having his buttocks on.

A rabbit sage quickly jumped off Piompion and Ars' chest, taking care to stop him with his fluffy body and let him sleep slowly as he was about to hit his cobblestone and Ars' back of the head.

"Smitty, sage lord"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

Tell your own escort knight in a changed tone after a bright rabbit sage says it.

"I still have things to look into, and I can't go back, but I need you to do me a favor about Lily."

"But" me. ""

The boy makes a voice full of anxiety, free of arrogance and other fine dust shards.

Who once believed me, "I"?

"You're Ars Trad."

The rabbit sage assures me.

"I love flirting living in a guarded forest a month ago, and at the witty place of your tea rabbit, my dear Arsen Padrick asked me to come, a gentle new soldier, Ars"

Shine your round eyes in the sky and in the colour of your eyes.

"Mr. Ars, it's okay."

Hands with meatballs rested on Ars forehead.

"Yes."

Safely wrapped, Ars lost his mind.

The moment Ars' body settles but is relieved, the body of a rabbit sage in a red and black coat freaks him out.

"Oh, that's a time limit!

The rabbit's sage made a "voice of Netuark" and bounced his stiff nails in a hurry, causing a whirlwind of white and black to return to the figure of man.

- What the hell happened?

In a courtyard full of morning sun, he was still watching Louis, restrained on a rain-sheltered seat, fall on his back on Netourc, squatting old man, golden frogs and Ars, a cobblestone in the courtyard.

"We're just talking about Osama, who was an intelligence agent, admonishing a flirtatious kid who wakes up early and storms. Mr. Clover."

"Netuark from Eunmoriji" took an old "picture book" out of his chest, saying that.

And first, when you put it on Ars' forehead, the picture book shines slightly.

I'm sorry, Mr. Frog, but I need you to show this picture book to Mr. Clover.

Only because the golden frog is a sage rabbit user demon, he called it "Netuark of the Eye-ear".

"Uh, but earlier"

Not all of it, Louis had witnessed where the rabbit sage would turn into Netsuerk.

And most importantly, the red and black coat you're wearing has the same specifications for round glasses -.

"Gecko."

"Buh?!"

While Louis was thinking with his head all sorts of rare, the golden frog was hitting the picture book he received from Netsuerk on the face of the boy in custody.

"For once, that picture book was also a temporary residence, so I hope you treat it a little politely now, Lord Netsuruk."

Old Man - The Prime Minister of Hell, who became "Belzebub" from Belzebub, laughs bitterly as he suppresses his arms.

When Belzebub said so, Louis was sucked of magic and "memory" and unconscious and fell on his back on the rain shelter seat, just like Ars.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Netuark only solidifies his expression a little after laughing with his arms together.

"The thing about flying is that he stood up for my escort knight from his brother, who loved him too much to see."

I lost my mind - rather than snoring "snoring," Netsuerk told Belzebub as he stared at the golden frog, which snarls and throats, on Louis' belly sleeping.

"Phew, if you go out with your wife and get emotional before the war, you won't be able to meet all kinds of" edges "."

Belzebub looks up at the window of the room where Netsuerk jumped after he sees the unconscious Ars.

"Are those two unnoticed?"

As he asked, Belzebub had once remembered the words he had said to Netsuerk in the garden of Pei Ha.

"A merciful beautiful man will cry, forsaking the oaths he has made.

The big man who took the darkness and the flames will cry to stop the stingy sage. "

"Come on, I never asked you again. Besides, I'm stingy, so it's wild to say, and it's a pain in the ass.

Those two are just "best friends" who think of each other no matter what time they're in. "

"Right, even now"

Belzebub still looked up at the window of the room, looking like he was hanging up somewhere.

Netuark silently plays his finger and the lines of light begin to helm into the courtyard in the order of horizontal, vertical, horizontal, and vertical.

"- This, this is"

Stop the two best friends of Netuark from looking up at the sleeping rooms and watch the lines of light carve into the courtyard as Belzebub smiles bitterly.

Of course, there was also the body of Belzebub kneeling with his arms contained in the line of light.

An exotic spell.

When Belzebub groaned intriguingly, the last line of light went sideways and a total of nine lines floated in the courtyard.

"Grandpa, rather than Pean Vinegar's will, it's a" deal ".

If they moved the location of the Lordship's mansion, they were told to apply this technique to the courtyard.

After that, he said, "Instead of teaching you how to keep secrets, you need to help people of all descent."

It's like I knew it would happen. "

That's what I say, when Netuark plays his finger, the junction starts to work -.

"Does a smart person always belong in every age?"

Belzebub's figure diminished, he said.

"Mr. Apricot and the" owner "of this place and I made a blood pact"

"I know. Have you been prepared as the owner?

It has become really difficult to fulfill the wishes of my "contractor" "

Belzebub closed his eyes a little, unfortunately.

Even though Netsurk is aware, he calls the "name" he has been avoiding, which could have been "back", towards Belzebub.

He asked the old man, who had unloaded himself using the forbidden technique of "descent", a being that was overflowing with wisdom and majesty, that had tasted and became God.

- Will you ever go back to "Butler's Rock" again?

To the words of Netsuerk, Rock, who is descending Belzebub - with the heartfelt sword of Peen Vinegar, the old butler, who had been asked to end the Vinegar family, laughs calmly but mouths irony.

"It's white, you stingy sage.

You would have noticed if you had come this far that this man, Rock, was in a different way from his daughter, who became lord of this land. "

"That was, in a way, Mr. Rock's irony of himself."

Netuark concealed the nastiness floating in his face as he pretended to raise his glasses.

Netuak remembers the words said in the garden where it rains frequently.

"It was like you couldn't die yourself, but you were waiting for your chance to die.

Even if I disappear now, I want that to happen in the corner of my heart that convinces me that I have no choice but to be around "

"Mr. Locke didn't want to go back from Ha at first, so he unloaded Belzebub.

I wonder if my heart would be a good reason for the Lord's granddaughter. "

If I make it Netuk, it's the reason I'm not convinced, but it seems to go far enough for the "demon" Rock unloaded.

"- For the Lord's happiness, I risk my life. Now, you might call it old temperament.

But that's why I wanted to get a full contract. "

The morning sun, which was bright as Mr., was again covered by thick clouds, and the area dimmed.

"Let me check again, won't Mr. Locke ever go back to this" place "again?

"Kuru."

Rock - Belzebub told me to throw up.

"Lord, if you lose your existence of wanting to dedicate everything, but you have an opportunity to get out of the fence" Shimmer "that you have to stay where you are, and you take the name of the wise, don't interrupt him.

"Wise Netsurk" "

So I looked like a rare, honestly scolded child for Netsurk.

Seeing the wise man's face, Belzebub opens his mouth with a slight calm expression.

"Besides, this man's" hour "has stopped when he lost the Lord"

That said, with a moving arm, he removed a clearly shaped object from his chest, which seemed to diminish and almost disappear, and offered it to Netourc.

Quietly received from his half-transparent hand was a pocket watch with a lid, which Netuark, after receiving, opened with a familiar hand.

It was a specification to embed a precision portrait behind the clock lid, which was popular in this country for a time.

There was an embedded portrait of a young, nowhere resembling a gun-brother Stu and Ato smiling in the light of his lavishly laughing face and a lock that still looked like a boy.

The clock has stopped motionless.

"It's strange. When this man died, the clock he received also stopped, and so did this man. And someone like that."

Once again, Belzebub looked up at the rooms where Arsen was located.

"There was another one."

Without daring to touch his place, Netuark turned his thoughts to someone who said rock, closing the pocket watch lid and nostalgic.

"- Mr. Rock, too modest. Help me forbid it, or use the technique of descending you" Prime Minister of Hell ".

Put that power on the table, and if you had come to the king's capital, you would have been treated as a brilliant magician.

Well, if that doesn't tie in with Mr. Rock's happiness, there's no choice. "

"The only place for this man is next to the owners of this land from previous generations, there.

No, that's the only place anyone named Rock has a happy place.

In Rock's appearance, Belzebub affirmed.

And exhale in a hoot and small way so as to pull out the force and set a separation.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. Return to the high ground and we'll wait for you in the showdown."

The prime minister of hell slowly rises, sheltering the wounds he receives from a boy with wings.

To Ars, who lost his mind, I lay it on the Lord "Taste" - and shook his neck small to the side.

I understand the distracting time, the presence of searching for the Lord.

He may look the same, but there was a decisive lack of what represented the Lord in this boy.

"Arrogance" has no "pride".

And just as at the time of the old Lordship's residence, Belzebule - the lock that descended Belzebub - gradually disappears so that he blends his figure into the air.

Completely, when you disappear, "bow carefully to the Guest" Netuark.

Please tell me about your daughter's happiness as a person, as a woman, as a woman, as a girl.

And on top of that, Mr. Pean taught me how difficult it is to think of friendship and people.

"It may be" last ", but there are many orders, Mr. Rock"

Netuark laughs bitterly and plays his finger, which still has the wounds of a blood contract.

The scar, which was blocking, opens and only a little blood flies.

Nine lines of light that seemed to crawl into the land of the courtyard begin to stretch toward heaven.

"Now, from the old lordship to the new lordship with the information I received from the blood covenant -.

Let's put an end to Founding Fathers in Robrow as "Shinji, Shinji".

Tighten the tinted eyes behind the glasses and trace the memories of the secret surgery of "Lordship Robrow" ceded in a blood covenant.

"Mickey."

At the age of 36 myself, he was speaking of the joy of finding secrets from information folded in Lord Robrow's "memory" while thinking he was not worthy of his age. I took over the manipulation of the surgery, first slowing my breath from my belly through my nose.

(Tanda, do you intend to focus on Tandan (around the bottom) and overlap your consciousness with Mori Wan?)

Leaving himself to the information and practices that flow, Netuark continues his surgery.

Hands together in a slightly unusual way, first in a way that only gives out fingers.

"Lin"

With a calm voice, Netuk says one word, the horizontal line at the top of the nine lines of light shines violently.

When you check that, you change the position of the finger knot sassy.

And put the next word in your mouth.

"Soldier" Pi "

Next, on the far left, the vertical line on the left began to shine.

(I guess I got the hang of it.)

Cut open the diluted, open eyes, and Netuark quickly chants and executes the following wording and marks.

"Fight" Toto "," Shisha ", everyone" Kai ", formation" Jin ", column" Len ", in" Zai ", before" Than "!"

Whenever a delimited wording is spoken, it changes the mark tied to the hand.

And the light that crawled on the earth also strengthened its brilliance in horizontal and vertical order, as it had done earlier.

(Finish it!)

"In the soldier's battle," Peep, "things, they're all in front of us."

Netuk's tense voice fills the neighborhood.

"Robrow was ruled by former Lords, Pean Vinegar, and Van Vinegar, the next Lords, to move the capital to the land!"

Pan your palms, the spaces shake together.

"I, the present lord Vinegar, have made a covenant for those who draw blood, to become Netsuerk."

(Don't give me the name of Apricot, will you admit it?!)

The lord's record tells Netsuerk.

"From the curse of this land, if you want to let Apricot go, you must not give a" name ""

'Cause I'm gonna give the earth the chance to tie it up with a curse.

(So, in the end, you call it strength!!)

The land to be "transitioned" began to fool around in search of the Lord.