Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"I was there!. Too tight a belt, 'cause it hurts to eat into your belly, Master Apricot!

Louis screams, dressed in a white exotic kimono, from an apricot wearing a mask.

"Sman, sorry, sorry!. Yes, I apologized, so I'll keep going.

It won't tighten properly, because it's easy to take it off right away - look, put your spine up!

"Gah?!

Louis, whose belt was again tightened by apricot, sounded like a crushing frog, and the tentative wearing ended.

Apricot just goes away for a little while to see what he looks like overall.

"Hmm, I wonder if the inseam should be larger because it's long and the upper body size should be smaller around the corner.

Children of the day, because they're not bad in style or face, Louis, aren't they actually hot?

"I don't care what you say, I don't know, you know, I want you to loosen your belt"

Not even on the teasing words of the masked lord, Louis had a little bit of a blue face, stroking a tightened band.

"Louis had too much breakfast, you must have a stomach."

Grandor grinned bitterly, an exotic kimono to be used in rituals on his own with accustomed hands - tightening the belt of the “ and making sure of its size ”.

And when I extend my arms, I even have a burnt elbow in the day.

"Lord Apricot, Sman apparently doesn't fit better in his jacket"

"Yes, yes, please take off some clothes and wait ~.

Ah, I wonder if Stu could come quickly. I can't clean this up. "

Apricot spreads a new kimono from the tatami "Tatsurumi" and becomes a gossip.

For once, costumes and accessories used for "rituals" were easily assembled, folded and placed, but were basically messy.

"When Arsene's feeling better, I'll tell him to help you clean up."

The "clean up" appearance of Apricot was so similar to the way my best friend in the same bedroom spent so much time in the military years insisted that he was "tidy," that Grandor accidentally put that word out in his mouth.

"From the bottom of my heart, please."

Concon, and a knock sounded from the clash standing on his side, and the farmer's master and masked lord turned to you.

"I'm almost ready. Rico's an angel."

"La, Lai! I just put on a water angel costume!"

Now from beyond the very big clash that separates the large room with five people: Apricot, Grandor, Louis, Rye, and Rico, I heard Rye helping Rico "fit his costume.

And then Rico's illuminating voice overlaps.

- A building in the corner of the new Lordship residence.

There, ancient and now eastern magic, secrets, and spells collected from the days of the first lords - things with the letters "art". It was like a large warehouse where research was collected and delivered.

According to Apricot, the first lords liked the building known as "Zuo", which is located in the eastern country, and arranged it to suit the climate of the other country.

It was the butler's lock that managed it, but in his absence, he obtained permission from the former lord van with the key to the spare lock and opened it up.

Those who cooperate and participate in the "rituals" that will take place before noon are gathered there in a state of costume matching.

"But Osama, the representative of that aristocratic rash farmer who was listening, I thought he was going to follow me this far, but he didn't follow me.

You know, the guy with your own relatives, you pushed him into prep, and he was about to get in the mood for Grandor Ochan.

It was a surprise. "

To Rye's voice heard from beyond the clash, Apricot niggered and Louis looked indescribable - Grandor smiled bitterly, but was horrified.

Before you get ready to wear it.

By tomorrow morning, Louis Clover was in a state of "eating deficiency" because of too many things.

My stomach is too empty, and my memory is neglected from the area where I was "retaliated against" by a man named Eyeglasses with a red and black coat.

When he realized, the boy was swallowing rice balls stained with chicken stock in the lord's room, in the apricot room, with muscha and local dishes.

And he was unconsciously standing on his side, "Replace it!" and offering an empty plate to perhaps the greatest man in Robrow, Apricot.

"Acting lord, what about this boy?

"Hmm? Osama who?

Louis gradually noticed a middle-aged man whose face looked like he was most likely a farmer, but only seemed to be forced to wear it.

Apricot compares a middle-aged man to a boy who is only in the eye for rice and nicks up the only visible end of his mouth from the mask.

"This is Lord Grandor McGaffin's son, Louis Clover."

A middle-aged man in Apricot's words stares at a boy who devours breakfast, surprised enough to float from the chair of a lord who is deliberately carrying and sitting.

"So, surrogate, is that true!? This boy is succeeding Lord McGaffin?!

The habitual hairy boy, known as the "successor" on the other hand, continues to eat unresponsively.

Inside, I just don't care about the attitude of a middle-aged man who looks at himself as just a "busy kid" and belittles Apricot.

Louis is surprised that even before Apricot, the "lord", is on the table, the middle-aged man remains with a sword, although he doesn't know if it's temporary or surrogate if he feels comfortable looking at the food in his belly.

"Bad manners!" scolded Grandor, the entity that left the spoon on "Kuwa," Louis rushed off as he stared at the middle-aged man's vain luxurious bandage.

If you look closely, it seems that the part of the fitting connecting the sheath that holds the belt of the hips to the sword is broken, where it was cleverly tied with a string.

(I guess I'll have to wear a sword in front of Master Apricot.)

And when I offered Apricot the sword I had removed, as a matter of course, Yancha Boy on the boulder also rounded his eyes.

But Apricot rises when he takes the empty plate Louis unconsciously demanded to replace him and the middle-aged sword.

"Yes, sir, it looks like Lord McGaffin is going to go through the formalities any minute.

Well, it looks like your son would like a replacement, so I'm going to the kitchen.

Delegates, please take care of your son '

Apricot purposefully appealed to "Louis is the boy to be Grandor's son," and then took his room - with the sword deposited from the man who called the lord's room an empty plate and a representative - and left.

Louis unconsciously asks Apricot to replace him, but doesn't want him to be left alone with this middle-aged man.

(Well, you can have dinner.)

The boy thought so and continued his meal with salty rice balls and pickles.

"Lord Louis."

The man in the rep talks to Louis with a making smile that makes him feel like he's making a fool of himself for "children" at all costs - somewhere.

While feeling those things, at meal time, the boy who did not want to hear his mouth with anyone other than the close one, with a slightly sharp eye, saw the representative's face.

"- Something?

Louis, whose belly nourishment had also begun to turn to his head, had remembered the story of a respected and admired Grandor who had broken down a while ago.

And the cause of the breakdown in the good old man's condition is not due to injuries or illnesses, but "people's minds".

Even a boy complacent that he was not good at studying in the words that Arsen, Grandor's best friend, said, had conjecture.

(Could it be this guy? What made me feel bad about Osama?

However, Louis only had the impression that he was a "troublesome, annoying middle-aged jerk," and didn't know if Grandor's ill health was really caused by this person.

If, on this occasion, he was also Arsen or Netsurk, who excelled in witchcraft, thoughts solidified from the body of the representative man to the self-manifesting greed, superiority and greed he is unconsciously putting out.

You can see the so-called "negative" minds overflowing like mud and starch.

However, now he tries to snag at Louis, but the inner or overflowing "fire" temperament of the boy has made the mud and starchy minds dry and dirty from one end.

And before it snaps, you'll fall on the floor and laugh when you see it crushed.

Dry and falling "negative thoughts" may even send a round of applause if they were watching, even if they are "crushed" the moment they get to the floor because they have no moisture at all.

"Are Lord Louis and Lord McGaffin related?"

From this annoying middle-aged man, Louis opens his mouth, wondering what could be done to make him stop "lording".

'No, it doesn't. Osama of Grandor will pick me up as a disaster orphan. "

Louis continues his meal, briefly describing how he met Grandor, who always says "topically", wondering if he would stop "lording".

On the other hand, the "annoying" middle-aged man is surprised to hear that he has no ties or connections, so much so that he looks daunted.

'That's all what? That's all, adopt Lord Louis?. Really, nothing has anything to do with you!?'

"I will, though."

In Louis, the man representing Robrow's farmer ranks well up as "annoying and troublesome and I don't want to get involved".

"Negative thoughts" never happened to Louis like Grandor, but the "negative" thoughts that became "powder" that I didn't see were around, and I felt like they were eating in the "sand dust".

As a matter of fact, Lord Louis is some nobleman's drop.

Drop it? I'm the nobleman's kid?! '

From Louis, he smiled, only feeling sick, and was pressed into "mindfulness" like, "Wouldn't that be a big win?" - the boy mocked with his nose.

'That's not true, first of all. Osama, if it's true about the aristocracy, I hate it as much as I want to twist it, because I don't like the way you feel at last. "

Louis didn't mean to shut him up, but he said, out of depression, without dressing his teeth with authenticity and facts.

"Become! You say you don't like it!?

With his tight middle-aged ass, Louis was silently eating the few meals left in his mouth, while nodding to affirm "I hate nobility and I hate being conceited".

But, Lord Grandor, you must be a nobleman yourself.

Louis sharpens his gaze when he familiarly and suddenly calls Grandor's name as to whether this middle age is meant to be an appeal of familiarity.

But is it dull for these things? The boy opens his mouth in disdain because he also seems to have forgotten the phrase "I hate being conceited" earlier, and he just tells Louis to explain.

"That's the king's order, how do you do it?

If I refuse the title, it will be in the capital of the king, I will use it for a long time to confiscate my attachment boarding house! Sometimes I'm blurry that the king tells me that I have no choice but to have a title.

Because the mansion I live in is about as hard as I managed to build outside the King's Capital. '

Grandor was "feat in the war" and "active in large-scale natural disasters", and was given many lands and honors by the country to the mansion, but "the land and honor did not swell the belly," and the land had been opened up lightly.

Some nobles called it "disrespect to the King!" but King Dagger himself.

"I don't care how you use the land that you gave to the Duke of McGaffin, he'll take it upon himself."

And I said with a laugh, so that was it when it came to opening up.

"- Well, I can't tell you to open the land the king has prepared for you with a reward for nobility."

When I heard Grandor speak that way, I could see that Louis had also deliberately given vast tracts of land to heroes from farmers in order to make the king expand his farmland.

And the mansion, which was given to make it a dwelling, has been renovated with only a splendid exterior and the Lord's room and rooms, and the contents have been renovated.

The mansion, which has been renovated, houses mainly those who have come out of the country's countryside called the vast Selisanceum, and those who are no longer close to each other because of the disaster.

However, it was not free of charge, but it also allowed them to help with farming at home and finally learn.

It is only the status quo that is being renovated and allowed to live as a "dorm" as a place until one's health stabilizes.

However, I had decided that I could live alone and that the age would be between 15 and 30 when I was given an orphanage, and even if I entered the dorm, Grandor would be interviewed immediately, not everyone or him.

Sometimes the farmer interviews himself and meets someone who says to Hitch, "Soldiers are better than agriculture."

In that case, if the person concerned was interested in the profession of soldier by telling the person to that effect, he would sometimes cross over to Arsen, a soldier, and enlist him in the army.

In fact, this story is quite famous in the "Wang Capital," where young people struggling with employment are the first to

McGaffin Farm, we'll interview Grandor, and then we'll decide where to get a job.

Sometimes things like that were frequent at one time, and the big farmers themselves were laughing bitterly.

When Louis spoke lightly about it, the middle-aged man was reacting as if he'd never heard of it before.

The boy, who will eventually be the son of the country's leading big farmer, is convinced that this man is not trusted at all by a man named Grandor McGaffin.

'Uh, is that your rep?. What did you talk to Osama about? "

The man apparently made a positive misconception that the McGaffin farm trail was of interest to him.

He told me the way men and women in "Robrow" were as good as the private arena, and that lords today are like having them because they have them.

And Louis thinks as he listens.

I'd love some of Margaret's raw chocolate treats.

Momentum beyond the temperament of "fire" in Louis kept the middle-aged man talking about his accomplishments and philosophy with plenty of "negative" mindset that involved Grandor.

"So, what do you think of Lord Louis?"

When Louis' temperament of "fire" was about to take root in jeopardy, the words of the middle-aged man slowly stopped and asked the boy who would be the trail of the big farmer for his thoughts.

"Uh, I know that Osama of Grandor definitely doesn't think right with you. So, I know you probably don't like it '

It's better if you don't get busted.

With that in mind, Louis opened his mouth.

In yet another relentless word, the middle-aged man turned bright red in his face.

It was an amazing shape, staring at a busty octave kid with habitual hairs who only saw the diner, didn't see himself, and didn't try to interest him.

But it reminds me of the "position" of a busy boy, who manages to snap his facial muscles and bring something smiling to mind.

And Louis - rather than talking, trying to perfectly orient Grandor's "adopted son" to have the same values as himself.

'Excuse me. I'm tired of exercising too much in the morning, and I'm too hungry to be in the mood.'

"If I could, I wouldn't want to talk to you either."

The words were hard pressed down his throat, and when he could say no, the middle-aged man was kind of looking like he had regained some extra time again.

Apparently Louis's ramblings earlier,

"I just don't get it with you. So, I know you probably don't like it"

I thought it was "rambling" because I was hungry.

Louis perceives it by seeing the look on the face of a middle-aged man and sighs in his heart.

(I don't know what to say, how can I feel "confident" about myself for such a waste)

Even though I admire its positivity in the half, if I hit this middle-aged man once already, and let him put the sole of his shoe in his face, the kid will have the idea of shutting up.

I also know that just thinking about it will definitely annoy Grandor.

'Grandor is my favorite weirdo to be relied on from' The One I Like '.

So, Louis, you can make Grandor sweet as a disciple.

But refrain from passing 'degrees' like this one.

I don't know what connects you and how you end up hurting something important, that's the world. '

He just told me yesterday.

Remember what Arsen said to me, and for now Louis keeps eating.

The meat and staple foods were flattened, and then the root vegetables, lotus root and beef fillets were sliced thinly, and all that remained was sweet and spicy stir-fried.

Something that usually bears the name of a vegetable will never be in my mouth until Grandor pokes me or Lily sees it.

But today, Louis speaks from himself.

Better than talking to this Osama.

At its heart, he transfers the root vegetables with a thong on the take-up plate, and Louis starts eating them with less in his mouth first.

(That?)

Bite with teeth, tasted with tongue, another bite, now more included.

(Tastes better than I thought. Rice ball, no, if it's not regular rice, it could do pretty well)

For once, the boy who works at McGaffin's farm doesn't like to eat, but he also thinks about how the vegetables can be eaten deliciously.

Was the flavor of Martha the number one compatible with Louis, with lotus root and beef belly teeth, and the boy who hated vegetables progressed more than he thought.

The "appeal I'm eating" has also been established because of the sound of burrs when chewing the creamy root vegetables that are teethy.

The middle-aged man was also having difficulty talking to the way Louis looked to eat emotionally and deliciously.

I just laugh and eat a little bit because the vegetable "benefit" makes me feel good about eating.

I might like this vegetable.

For the first time in her life, Louis has had the experience of not liking vegetables because of their flavour.

'If you say you don't like nobility, then isn't Master Grandor in the room with Master Padrick and feeling overwhelmed?

Surrogate lords still don't care! Let me tell you something!

And it was also the first time I had ever had an experience of being "truly stunned".

Louis unintentionally - tongue-in-cheek, once again interrupted by a middle-aged man lying next to him - a meal he ate comfortably.

This tongue beating succeeds in intimidating and frightening a well-represented man with two things to ring when he comes into contact with Grandor's "loathsome nobility".

"Let me tell you something, Osama and Arsen of Grandor are best friends. That's why Osama would have chosen Master Arsen if he'd picked it up two years ago rather than a fucking kid."

With that said, Louis is talking pleasantly, I can easily imagine Grandor and Arsene.

"But earlier, Lord Grandor said that he hated nobility, Lord Louis."

Even as he was frightened by Grandor's direct tongue beating, Louis scratched his habitual hairy head boldly, as the middle-aged man said.

The breakfast that was arranged on the table, it's all gone.

I can't even use the "because I'm eating" through anymore.

You're going to let me explain, you idiot.

The boy thinks no one is better suited to speak "reason" than he is.

It was the role of the "adult" to speak and persuade people to stain words and to refrain from giving up their minutes as children.

(Osama, be busy and sorry!)

With his hands, Louis scratched his habitual hair, then stood up as much as he wanted and opened his mouth wide, featuring octagonal teeth.

"You come on!. Think for yourself a little bit and see what the story is about and the people around you!.

You didn't realize that Osama, Grandor McGaffin, had no choice but to follow your words.

Unexpectedly, the representative man was about to fall backwards from his chair to the sharp tongue "Sapporo" from the boy who was said to be the "son" of a sudden big farmer.

However, I don't know if there is an expression from the Butler Apprentice and Shut that I received earlier, but there is something about the back of my head that I hit so hard that I can manage to slip off.

"What, are you suddenly telling me?!

The representative man, if he was "just a kid," would have returned the words with a cursing murmur, but the child in front of him could be "the son of hero Grandor McGaffin".

I couldn't throw up abusive words, and I worked poorly and extra wisdom, and that irritated Louis again.

'It's not all of a sudden!. Like me right now, I don't have to be clear, Osama in Grandor would have said something softly as the same farmer!.

But you're probably conveniently bent and not listening!

Louis can't remember seeing these adults more than a few times.

And every time I saw the venerable Grandor gently embarrassed with a bitter smile, I was both frustrated and remembered.

Such an "adult" does not lend ears to himself or his pride first and to the commandments around him.

If there are any failures or inconveniences, push the person you are looking down on or weaker than yourself.

Tell the habits that are annoying all around you that you are the hardest to do.

This is what Osama would do if he drank.

I just want Grandor to change it too politely to the culprit of the problem. That's what Louis said once.

At that time, Grandor still opened his big mouth with a bitter laugh and persuaded "Louis".

'The eagle drinks one drink, and the spot does heal, and those who are dissatisfied every day may drink down.

But that won't solve the problem at all.

Around you,

"We can't hear ourselves.

If it's the words of the hero Grandor McGaffin, he'll have ears, please. "

So, the eagle leaves every time with the scarecrow for a drink.

But I'm not actually listening.

He seems like a strong big man whose eagle is "a hero and a big farmer," so he can't afford to shrivel and grow up for a while, it's just a repetition of that.

Then what I really need to do is encourage people close to me to listen and make them aware.

And let the people who don't listen to the "distress" of their environment understand it. "

But come on, Osama.

Maybe they want to use it for Osama and just drink it down.

Nothing. I'm sure you don't expect that much?. That's why, briefly, with a deckeré voice.

'Bye, Louis. What's "Grandor McGaffin, the big farmer"?

Well, that's why he's a leading farmer in the country, respected by everyone, a good man, and he can even shut the fuck up -

So Louis spins his mouth.

"Now Grandor McGaffin treats you like a convenient tool, like an object."

Even to the boy he noticed, Grandor does not hesitate to keep throwing words at him.

'So where are the will and feelings of the eagle?. Should I just behave that way if I'm asked to?

So, the -, sorry, Osama.

'Ha ha, Sman. Maybe it wasn't very popular. "

Louis asked Grandor, laughing broadly, feeling just a little scared.

You don't want Osama to be a good man, do you?

'Well, I'm not saying I don't like it, but occasionally. I don't know how to make a good analogy.

It may be sized, but I wonder if it feels like the occasional slight discrepancy in where I wear it makes me very concerned about the discrepancy.

I can't help but really care about the one you're wearing. "

A big hand stroked Louis' customary hairy head.

'So I strive to be a world where everyone doesn't have to wear a "good guy" or "good guy" mask more than they need to be.

I hope it's a country that doesn't need a big farmer, Grandor McGaffin.

Something. Even if there is no more terrorizing being,

"If we exchange words with each other," if we become a world where there is no rubbing, no contention,

"Be a world where you don't even need a hero, if you don't hesitate to fool around with your best friends."

That's it, Grandor had his big mouth shut.

'The words I said as they are now are words I spoke because they are "Louis Clover" who is likely to carry on the traces of a large farmer in the idealism of the eagle.

If I'm wrong, I don't need to say anything else.

Especially to a man named "Best Friend."

Because I'm worried?

"If you know so much, it's still up to Louis to let the big farmer inherit."

Showing her successful white teeth, Grandor laughed and showed them toward her future "son".

- So I'm angry with "people" for such an adult.

"How can you not accept words?!"

"How can you have audible ears but not use them?!"

"Why do you think you're losing giving up just to respect your opinions because you shouldn't be fighting?!"

"I need to get close to Grandor McGaffin, don't be obsessed with the rewards you've given yourself or anything, give him a share.

When you die, you shouldn't have any money, honor, or pride!.

Then when you disappear from the world, do it so the people you care for don't have to struggle to get involved in the rest of the world!.

Then there will be a lot of people left who say you were great in the "living world" and they will worship you! "

The representative man had finally fallen, even from the extravagant chair that had striven to slip over to Louis' sword screen, which was too intense.

Oh, I did it.

With that in mind, I have no regrets.

If this makes it easier for a benefactor to live with a dear friend, I don't care how he thinks he is - a "fucking kid".

Though it seems possible to say it because the big mouth is behind "Grandor McGaffin."

Louis realized that he took it personally that this was his "role".

-Concon.

Thank you for your patience.

Oh, Louis, you got up, and the delegate was sitting on the floor and something happened?

The masked female lord was returning at a time when she must have anticipated wearing a deliberate dialogue.

"Louis, Martha made me so much meat. And your father-in-law is with you.

"Lord Apricot. Why don't you stop kidding when" son "worked so hard?"

Behind Apricot, Grandor, with his sword, stood holding a dish with rising hot air.

If it's not Louis' fault, "Osama" also looks a little tired.

"Well, certainly more so than anyone says, Louis -" Son of the Washi "says how it has reached both the ears and the hearts of the Lord Representative."

Apricot, Grandor each came in front of a representative man holding a plate and sitting on the floor with Louis.

"- Lord Big Farmer, this boy, Lord Louis..."

He manages to get up off the floor and the representative man desperately "thinks" and looks for words.

"to the point of not being rude, but I want you to apologize for being overly disrespectful to yourself, the representative of Robrow's farmer."

"But I don't want to make a bad impression of myself on Grandor representing the country, I'm all over that feeling"

"My lord, I intend to tell you the same thing about my son during my training."

The representative man opened his mouth and solidified to the words Grandor said with a bitter smile.

'Huh?! In the same way I thought, laugh and nod, there you are.'

So Louis' words cross his head.

"If that's the case, you haven't noticed how bitterly laughing Osama, Grandor McGaffin, can't help but go along with your words, have you?!"

Now without a bitter laugh, the big farmer was sighing.

"Apparently, you didn't understand a word I said and accept it."

Grandor took his gaze off the representative man and placed a plate of meat served in front of Louis.

"My words, Apricot Vinegar's words, are," She's a woman who can't do it, and her face is a mess, "so I can't listen to her.

But the "technique" about magic is the "guy" that can give way to the first generation, it's worth using, so I'll put it in the lord's place.

No, "I did it to the acting lord, my lord."

For the first time, Apricot took a mask in front of a farmer's representative by placing a plate on the table with rice balls that worked with Robrow's local food stock.

There's a woman's face all over the famous keloid, which most of the inhabitants know, although Robrow doesn't say it's a table.

But thanks to this keloid, the aspect of being accepted as a lord and being "used" well was also as Apricot had said earlier.

'If you look like that, you won't get lost in a sex affair - or be dealt by a man.

If you excel in magic or magic, you can fight to protect the people at some point, and in times of disaster, the first generation studied it, and you can handle the technique.

Just right to keep it "surrogate".

Either way, my brother is a lord until then, when his improvement is returned.

When something happens to the lord, let me be responsible.

I beg your pardon to persuade you around. "

That's what the representative man said to make Apricot a lord, but I could feel Kelloyd's disdain for his own face even if he had been blunted by the "ban".

"- Even though there is no fine dust, such as the intention to take responsibility, I proclaimed" occasional "so to gather respect from around to show the" man "of a wide measure.

But thanks to you, the direct blood that your grandfather wanted was surrogate, but he inherited it for now. "

Apricot smiles, his face all over the keloid except his mouth, from the chair he tried to re-sit as he approached him. The middle-aged man again snaps off the chair.

"The words of former lord Ban Vinegar have been spoken to by his aunts since childhood

The word "bang, because he's indecisive" is true, and he doesn't even try to listen to it.

But the "seat" of Apricot, lord of the puppet Kalala, who thinks he was seated with your thoughts, is firmly threaded by Van Vinegar behind it. "

Apricot knew that Van Vinegar had instigated in a shadow a man who was making this delegate think he was a "loyal squire" and could say it.

The aunts, who consigned Roblo's "Lord's Seat" to take it away from just one man brother, who was always consigned, first proceeded to study with Apricot's two brothers and drove him out of Roblo to a distant place where it was difficult to get in touch.

My two brothers were also disgusted by the fact that they were in a territory where they could be scolded by their aunts, and went halfway out.

My aunts tried to get Apricot out of Robrow, but Cinellaria wouldn't give up.

Neither the boulder aunts could get Apricot out of the lobby to even smell the slightest madness of Cinellaria.

And within six months of sending out his brothers, his aunts pressed for a change of lord to the van, which had only been a lord for a few years.

Van has been weak for a long time, but he tries to push with restlessness, etc., for reasons without the earliest form and the position of "daughter of a great former lord" and the number of sisters.

The oligarchy lord Ban Binegar tells his daughter as he refers to the pawn "alone" while reading the book "War Pawn" in the study of the old lord's residence, which he took over from his father.

'We've made the farmer's representative responsible for recommending Apricot Vinegar as acting lord.

In the meantime, you must be a doll until you calm down.

My aunts don't like my work as a lord. "

And thanks to the man who represents everything, Apricot takes over the seat from his father, who has only a few years since he became a lord, in such a way as to obtain the seat of acting lord.

My aunts, who don't care about it, try to incriminate the surrogate lord with innocence, but in "payback," four were cut off.

But after cutting off the four, his puppet, Apricot, was also supposed to grow the man he represented when he gained more power.

Increasingly, I don't listen to anyone.

"Even the first Peen Vinegar book, when it's old bullshit, doesn't even look good"

After that, Apricot wore the silver mask again.

'Then, delegate. Whose words would you listen to?

I thought to myself, Grandor McGaffin, of the Great Farmer's Hall, with the help of a successor boy.

You always talk only after you've decided on the shape of the person because they're "O".

So even though it is still uncertain, it is likely to be advantageous and profitable for you, but should we still use "snack" or not?

You always have to talk "thinking".

Instead of causing you to calculate a profit disadvantage, I let you use Louis to act as "think".

As far as I'm concerned, the attentive boy is actually quite theoretical, though Louis, and it was fun to see your respect for your "father."

"No, you know, if I want Osama to succeed me, I will.

If there's someone who deserves more, I'll do it.

I don't care if Osama lives with his loved ones. "

Louis was more illuminated by the fact that Apricot used himself than by the fact that he was called Grandor and his "parents and children".

'Besides, Osama, you're tired of something!?.

He's in my face!! So let's have some meat with Osama, meat!

Louis first sat in the chair from himself, eating up on the meat, both because Grandor looked really tired for a few minutes and because of the lighting.

I didn't mean to do anything about myself anymore. The delegate noticed how Louis was doing and sat on the floor.

My true self was made to see it, not even recognized by a child proud of being a "fucking kid like me".

The man who took "pride" in being the representative of Robrow's farmer and just believed Apricot was acknowledging himself and saying, gets deeply depressed.

And it was only those who were indecisive and just thought of themselves as the daylight lamp "Hirudan" who, for the first time, knew that they were using themselves for good, and were also shocked.

The more I think about it and realize it, the more I realize, the more pathetic and frustrating the behavior that someone named me has done.

I thought I had come all the way from Wang Du to exchange my heart with a hero from a farmer, but the fruit of it was frightened and even vomited to a sigh.

- I think about it, and now that I realize it, I want to kill myself in the past that I've taken it personally with each other.

"Representative. No, Lord Muscari"

The man Apricot sits around, making him call himself "representative" to force him around, calling the man's name for the first time from about the lord's seat.

But Muscari is still drooling, without saying anything, even if he is called by a "surrogate" lord.

Apricot looked up to Grandor, seemingly sorry.

(Perhaps Lord Grandor could give Lord Muscari's advice on the way forward?)

Turn to the gaze that Apricot said that he is currently in a state of sharing his memory with Netsuark.

I remember a brown man and a beautiful boy with green eyes, in the midst of a colored man, becoming "best friends" over each other's "Kamaima" rides.

It seemed irreplaceable in the midst of a colored man, treated in his memory with great importance.

Asked by Apricot for help, Grandor overlaps his old self, only a little by the man who is dripping.

Whoever said anything had faith that I didn't want to bend.

By continuing to do so, I became stronger, so I couldn't stop "hating all nobles" inside.

Muscari must have pulled Robrow's farmer by naming him "Representative" as well.

The bragging and the values did not fit together, but I pull at the head of Robrow's farmer - there was a part of Grandor that admitted that Muscari had the power of traction.

"I may not be able to do it suddenly... but let's start with," Ask. "Lord Muscari '

When Grandor called his name, Muscari raised his head, which was gradually dropping.

"It's hard to get rid of the habits and assumptions that have stained you for years, from within you"

Remembering his old self, Grandor opens his mouth.

Nothing wrong, a past that has hurt juniors who admire themselves just because they are "noble".

If you can erase what you can, the floating face of Grandor, thinking about the events you want to erase, touches Muscari's harp line.

Even though he had no power, he was able to look up at his burnt face in the day.

With the certainty that Muscari is now ready to listen to himself, Grandor continues his words.

"I'm going to know because I've been experiencing it for years and it's hard to get rid of what's also my" core ".

But I also know that it's not something you can never do. "

Lord McGaffin? Was it difficult? '

Muscari looked up to the man who burned in the day, famous for being admired by everyone.

"Oh, Louis just said - my son said that, right?.

I hate nobles, but now my best friend is noble, Arsen Padrick. '

'Mmm!?

The words of Grandor stuffed Louis's throat with fried chicken, which Louis was eating for illumination and deception.

He smashes the vibe he was seriously talking about, but, boy, slaps his son in the back with a big hand laughing at him.

Managing to swallow a chunk of meat, Louis looks up at Grandor, scratches his head laughing more at him, then asks lightly.

"Osama and the others, you've been around since I said that."

'Fair enough. And my ears hurt.'

"Mm-hmm. Why not?"

So it looks like "Shit," Grandor covers his mouth with a big hand.

"Oh, the great farmer and the beautiful nobleman had a fight earlier.

So, you look tired because of the self-blaming effort of "Why are you being so mean, Azuma the Washi".

I really didn't want to fight, but I might look extra tired because I'm in a fight.

Until I make up with Lord Padrick, I think I'll continue with this tired face. "

By the time I got here from the kitchen, I was rubbing off with Stu and the butler apprentice looked so calm that I would "report" on how it was going.

He then explained the story of the "couple quarrel" that took place in the VIP room, adding the interpretation of the Lobo "acting" lord.

Lord Apricot.

Grandor makes the face that he's really in trouble because he says everything about his feelings, even though it's rusty.

'That's good. I think it's a really lucky thing to meet someone with such a "face" and maybe a best friend in life.

I'm really, really jealous. '

The words of Apricot made Grandor look even more troubled.

And the exchange between the two plucks something like a big "thorn" out of Muscari's mind, hitherto snagged by the name of a false "farmer's representative".

Muscari stares up at the man who burned in the day with a strangely refreshing face, as the thorns are falling out and the unpleasant "pus" is coming out.

'We took care of each other too much, and we got into a fight, didn't we?.

You're close enough to fight, aren't you? Although I can't help but be really jealous'

Louis opened his mouth this time when Apricot repeated the word envy again.

"What's a fight about caring for each other?.

And really, Mr. Arsen and Grandor Osama are going to fight. "

Louis is surprised from the bottom of his heart, without intending to tease him or anything.

Even though I'm surprised, I'm eating meat well, so I get a little poked when I behave badly from Grandor.

However, only Apricot realized that Louis was continuing his "eating" behavior to delude the "shock" that Grandor and Arsene were fighting.

(Louis, before you, I want to be a perfect adult. Before Lily, you're like Lord Netsuruk)

The female lord, whose hobby is human observation, will soon compare from his mentor, Grandor, who will be a father and son, to the boy.

'Lord Apricot's quarrel already dictates that Washi apologize to Arsen.

So there's nothing to worry about, and nothing to develop. That's it. "

When Grandor tells him to cut the story off, knowing he is being compared, Apricot arms Xu "Momouro".

Looks like he's grown.

"Are you sure that's all right?"

The female lord is not a word, but a manifestation, and asks Grandor, but that voice echoing in his heart was that of a man who knew well.

He is supposed to be an apricot wearing an olive-colored military uniform reserved for nobility, but he is reminiscent of another best friend, wearing his favorite green coat, and an unfaithful, disloyal, laughing Netuark.

"Do you always apologize from Osama?. Wouldn't that make Master Arsen tough?

The boy says that while rubbing his little poked head, he doesn't stop reaching for meat.

The words from Louis are too unexpected, and Grandor repeated the blink for a while.

'Why not?. Reconciliation, or better than continuing the darkness?

'Cause come on, you can apologize from "whoever you want," right?

A big brown man turns red and tries to open his mouth to the boy's words, "the person he likes".

But Apricot took control of Grandor over the mask with his hands bah and "wait".

My best friend for 20 years felt that if Netsuerk had been on the spot, too, he would have stopped moving by accident.

(Because no one pushes evil in a weird way. Lord Muscari there, because now you can even hear the word "fucking kid" firmly)

Apricot was a "sight" in Apricot shared with the "rabbit sage," and the "mud" and "starch" that were so overflowing from the muscari had stopped coming out at all.

That was confirmed, so I wanted to let Louis know how "Alsen" was feeling.

"If it's from me, it's not Lily's fault, but Lily's apologizing to you. You make people like you do that, you don't like them."

With those words, Grandor remembers looking just a little lonely on his best friend's face when he was always apologizing.

'So what do I do if neither is bad?

When Grandor asked, Louis answered normally.

'Well, shouldn't it be a good thing if we both decide?. If it's me and Lily ~. Yeah, we're gonna have a fight, I think I'm gonna get in trouble. Angry faces are cute, too, but you better have a smiling face.

Hmm, the reason I made up is, if neither is bad, don't apologize, I'll talk to you normally again '

Now Louis put his arms together like an apricot, and nodded yeah.

Then, as I recall, I lifted my head.

"Tsuka," he said. Something tells me Lily doesn't like fighting.

I don't know if Lily might put up with me because I was about to get in a fight.

I have to make sure Lily doesn't put up with me. Yeah, I want to have a good fight!

That's what I said, and I looked up at the grandor I asked.

To answer too clearly, I laugh bitterly.

And I was very reliable and glad that the boy who could think that way would eventually feel more "big" than himself.

If you're Louis Clover, you can't hurt your loved ones with mistakes like Grandor McGaffin.

(Netuark, show me how Louis might fit Princess Lily.

At least, Louis wouldn't have a cowardly scratch on Lily.

Don't make excuses in the past and do things like wash away from problems)

"Good fight," huh? That's kind of a good word.

But... things are happening that we can't rule over anymore with a fight. "

To the words of an unexpected apricot, the atmosphere has changed once and for all.

The woman lord in arms stands with a grin engraved in her mouth.

'So I'm going to teach you a special secret. All of a sudden, I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could help me out a little bit. "

Apricot says so, then again, this time slowly removing the mask.

"What the hell is the secret?" he noted Apricot, who even looks at Grandor, Louis, and Muscari and takes the mask off.

"Unfortunately, this secret was decided in a" meeting "to inform the personnel participating in the dredging after this."

And there was no keloid on Apricot's face with the silver mask off, and smooth skin appeared.

I just have a thin, linear scar on my forehead.

The breathtaking, perfect atmosphere to express it that way occupied the lord's room.

"Surrogate, no, Master Apricot, is that face Lord Eliphas?!

Muscari only saw it a few times, he remembered a little in the "best friend from 20 years ago" face that Apricot invited him six months ago.

However, his face does resemble one another, but his physique and hairstyle are different from those of clarity, so he immediately found out that he was someone else, just like Shut at first sight, but also Muscari.

'-No, they're really very similar, but they're not?

He stares at Apricot's face, as Muscari stands for.

Louis solidifies with his mouth open trying to bite the meat he was about to eat again, and Grandor wrinkles ruggedly on his forehead.

"What the hell!

Grandor exasperates.

Nasty, sad feeling begins to occupy a successful chest and doesn't stop.

"Thank you. This is all I have to say."

For Grandor, I think the same as my sister, a woman who looks just like "Eliphas" held the mask and said so with a laugh.

"This is the face of my Apricot Vinegar that Kelloyd took.

All I can tell you is, my face doesn't look like Eliphas. And vice versa. "

Rather than Apricot, he tells the truth to a man who goes to the presence of his sister, Eliphas.

Neither "Eliphas' Face" nor "Apricot's Face" are alike.

The fact that "ex" was just with me. Let me just say yes. "

Saying so, Apricot put on his mask again.

By doing so, Grandor notices that Apricot has put a lot of effort into it.

Apricot gave up his face to Eliphas because of Grandor's feelings.

"Even if the original is said to be with you. Then Lord Eliphas is a van, a child of Miyagi and Cinellaria?.

But Cinellaria only had three children, including Apricot. '

That's what Muscari called it, remembering the laughter of Apricot's aunts who "said the van was indecisive" blowing into themselves.

"I'm really sorry about the field."

♪ 'Cause the fields aren't solid ♪

The blame for the "seed", which had sprouted and could not be seen in the eyes of the day, had been pressed on the field - the cineralia.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I was trampling the fields scattered, female childhood friends.

When I came back from my daughter-in-law's place for nothing, I was trampling and vandalizing the "home" of my only man and brother.

And he was proud to say that the wife of a man who was a brother to the play and the companionship of his daughter had become a distorted "snore".

Remembering the childhood familiarity of such a woman, Muscari was now, even more, horrified.

And - I remember myself laughing at stories like that, too.

At once the weight of "guilt" stretched to Muscari.

♪ Nothing had anything to do with me ♪

"I just listened to the story and laughed at it together"

But when you realize "sin," a very great sense of guilt strikes the man who represents Robrow's farming by changing its shape to "punishment."

And as I saw it, Apricot stands in front of Muscari.

I moved my lips beneath the silver mask, as if I had heard the voice of my heart making excuses.

- Really, you didn't do anything? Really? '

Asked directly from the front, as if his own guilt in a mask had taken shape.

He even had the negative "mud" and "starch" that haunted the hero Grandor McGaffin.

But the "Robrow's Farmer's Representative", who had fallen out of it, was now frightened in front of the masked lord.

If the "mud" or "starch" that had given him confidence in vain had fallen out, a man named Muscari was truly a man of ordinary good sense.

And a lord with a mask on his good sense adds.

"- Representative, no, Lord Muscari"

Apricot whispers even more after confirming that the middle-aged man trembled small for fright.

"If you think you've made a difference in picking out the little innocent life bud, Apricot's sister."

I realize sin, I can't stand the weight of sin, I want to escape if I can.

Out of guilt, looking for a way to be freed and redeemed, so that only a man can see, Apricot takes off his silver mask and shows his face.

"If you wanted to make atonement for your life, you could have given birth to another face that looked just like this one."

"So, help me?

Apricot nods at Muscari's voice at last thought.

And since Louis sharpened his tongue, he takes Muscari's hand, which was only touching the floor, and Apricot hits his smoothed face.

The voice color of the lord speaking to Muscari is gentle.

"The" mourning "of this same face being.

Use the authority of your Farmer's Representative to the fullest for the "ritual to protect your territory" called Robrow.

And, "Do not ask why," I and His Majesty the King have given me my name, support the man. "

The voice color remains gentle and speaks even more muscariously as it coolly glows the deep green that is slightly in the black eyes.

"If I did - I would even be aiming for the life of Apricot Vinegar, my lord, through a flaming pig. Let's not even ask."

With that word, the blood instantly fell out of Muscari's face.

I grabbed the hand of the man who put it against my smooth face with a good force.

Muscari gets desperate and tries to pull the hand he was put on.

But the power of a woman who thought she was just a "puppet" until earlier when she grabbed her hand was stronger than she expected.

Apricot got it from his grandfather from his opponent in a way he was used to, taking a dagger and putting it on the wrist of a man with his hand on his face.

"Knee, notice"

The life-targeted lord doesn't answer questions, he only speaks of demands.

"Apricot Vinegar begins his last job as" surrogate "Lobo Lords. Muscari, do the best you can with the wisdom of agronomy you've mended. '

"That" menace "plenty, or the way you stab a stop with a gap in people's minds, shaking them, being flexible, and not being able to say no at the end, was really an eye-catching Etsurk itself."

Check the size of the newly prepared ceremonial costume with Grandor half-witted.

In doing so, he had made the "revelations" made earlier in the lord's room into Rico and Rye, who were beyond the conflict.

"Nah, lord. Actually, my belly is more black than some nobleman."

To Rye's words, an unmasked apricot laughs as she puts a smile through Louis' habitual hair.

"Um, if your face were as pretty as Lord Padrick's, the world would forgive you even if your belly was black."

"Aita tata tata!! Dear Apricot, be gentler!!"

Louis, whose habitual hair hooks on her, complains.

"Yes, yes, sorry, sorry, sorry"

As Apricot had decided, he would say words of apology and comb them again in Louis' hair.

"With that said, will an apology be established in Robrow?

Not that Grandor would be sarcastic, but he laughed bitterly and asked Apricot, who did struggle to wrap it up in a pair of horrible Louis hairs of habit.

And I care about what I heard earlier in the lord's room and the presence of a sister, "Eliphas".

I knew Grandor cared about Eliphas' presence, but now Apricot was just ritually tying Louis' hair up.

To some extent, when his hair settles, he moves his hands cleverly around his mouth and wraps Louis' hair with white, thin strings.

"In the meantime, maybe that's it for now. I'm just gonna get used to my hair before the show."

"So, isn't that it?! Dear Apricot?!

He tells me to "hang out with Grandor at the ritual," and Louis looks back at Apricot's face, dressed in exotic fine costumes after breakfast and wrapped up with sore hair.

If you try Louis, Eliphas and Apricot, who were teaching me to study, have a similar face but are only "separate."

If Eliphas was a "sweet sister," Apricot couldn't be a bad boy to feel "similar" to his "naughty sister."

(And I have those big tits. Size)

Zaku!!!

"Say yes!!"

Louis' head was "irritated" with an apricot grip.

"Oh, I'm sorry, oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho"

Obviously it's a different apology than earlier, but Grandor wouldn't dare go in, and I can easily imagine what he was thinking when he saw Louis' face.

(Well, Louis feels too much in his face right now)

I could largely guess what kind of "invisible" interaction there was between the female lord who removed the mask and her disciple, but I decided to put a strange face through it.

"Nah, the eagles only know" Mr. Eliphas "in material. Does your face look so much like" A "?"

In the lord's room before, Rye, looking at Apricot's face, speaks such a question.

"" Ahh!?

From across the conflict, Rai's "Ah-chan" statement had a surprised voice except for the person called by his name and Yanchan Boy.

"Lai, I'll keep the land from the First King, Lord, give me your name"

From beyond the clash, I hear Rico rushing to embarrass Rye.

"Nyah," Ah-chan. "I'm going to quit Lord anyway. Then from now on, when I remove my mask, I'll be in Friend Mode.

Ah-chan, is that good? "

With a loving voice, like a cat whose throat is gobbling, Rye asks permission to call her "Ah-chan".

Louis looks back and Grandor stares at the female lord whose movements have stopped.

"Right. Better than Apricot, it might be good for me when I'm facetious under the name" A ".

More than the same face as the lord, I was in Loblau by chance, just like "Ah-chan" and the mercenary Eliphas Zaheto had the same face, "

"Nyah." Then when you remove the mask, call me "up." Say hello, the eagle is ok in Rye! "

To Rye's words, Apricot sees a really happy smile on his face, and Grandor sends a telepathy to Apricot.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

While talking telepathically, Apricot stood up Louis and now for once is ascertaining the provisional finish of the whole "ritual costume".

"Well I guess this is it. After that, Lord Netsuerk will come and have a" meeting "to actually move it, and then make some fine-tuning.

Oh, no. I forgot to make you wear your pockets every time. "

Apricot began to be a real mess, saying so, cleverly removing only two pairs of footbags from the tools of the ritual.

"Lord McGaffin, take a look at the size. Well, that's the size max."

Offer a bright white foot pocket to the brown man without giving him any fine dust, such as how the telepathy looks.

"Lord Apricot has lived in Lord Apricot for a long time, but he felt like a looter who robbed Eliphas of his existence."

With a burnt hand on the big day, Grandor received a footbag.

"Dear Apricot, what the hell are these perfect socks!?"

"That's what footbags are like. Look, this is how it works from your fingertips."

With a nibbly smile on his face, Apricot replies to Grandor as he helps Louis, like your sister, take the trouble to put on his foot pockets.

"Isn't it natural to give priority to humans, people you've spent a long time with, people you care about?

A woman with big tits like my sister I met more than ten years ago than a naughty lord wearing a mask I met a few days ago.

If I had a mask and big tits, I'd take big tits. "

Replying to a few kidding replies, Apricot finished putting his footbag on Louis.

"Louis, this is good for you. Lord McGaffin, how was your footbag?

Smile and ask anyone in Apricot who is only the "brother" of "childhood friend Eliphas".

"If you want to apologize, please help me with the ritual. Because I can't do this ritual the way it is. It helps."

After speaking, he was sent on with telepathy, and Grandor gave himself a big bow to put on his foot pockets.

Grandor succumbs to the refaced apricot.

Louis was fed up with the bitterness of tightening his ritual costume and watched as he sat on the floor knitted in the grass Igusa.

Sounds like an exotic soldier to whom Osama pledges allegiance.

Louis wears exotic costumes himself, but falls only slightly into the illusion of being somewhat confused into a different country.

"Nyah," Ah-chan. "Did Gran and Louis Boy change their clothes?"

Quickly Rye called Apricot "Ah-chan" and asked.

When Apricot saw Grandor, he finished wearing it without creating wrinkles in his pockets.

They manage to fit the size, staying bent and looking up at the apricot and nodding.

Confirming that, I spoke to Rico and Rye, who are beyond the clash.

"Yeah, Mr. Rai. You can avoid collisions."

"In sleigh," face to face. "

Rye moved the clash with a leopard.

The boundaries of the rooms disappear and Grandor, Louis and Rico, each wearing a ritual costume, face to face.

We were somewhat surprised that we were different from each other and had time to stare at each other.

The first move was Grandor, who fixes only a few details of the costume that Rico is wearing, taking great care not to touch the body.

"Hmm, still Miss Liquorice says it's an Alsen costume, I wonder if it was a larger size"

Angel in the Great Spirit of Water - I saw Rico in a ritual costume to descend Gabrielle and shared my thoughts as Grandor laid his hands on his bearded jaw.

I wasn't told it didn't look good on me, but Rico's "big best friend," Rye, cleaned up the clash before lodging an objection with Grandor.

"Nyah, the design itself is neutral, so Rico Nyah. Because she's cute enough, she's a serious angel.

The slightest difference in size is, say "cute" to the Ochan stream and meditate on your eyes. "

"Rye! Master Grandor is just worried that Size won't see you!

Rico turned red, and because of his panic, he hurriedly stopped Rye waving a light fist up at Grandor as he gave him the blue and silver frame glasses, which had dropped a little.

Grandor had no way of getting angry with the objection at all, and Ning Ro laughed and then asked Rico again.

"But how about actually?. Is it difficult to move? Well, the most important thing about wearing the clothes is that they're comfortable."

Rico snorted firmly at the word Grandor's comfort.

"Comfort is fine. It's just a little big after all."

That being said, when Rico extended his arm, his "clothes" sleeve had come to the back of his hand at his leisure.

With Grandor paying attention again, touch the "clothes" Rico wears and roll the sleeve area until his wrist comes out.

"Perhaps it would be safer to sew it up just a little bit."

For a large body split, Grandor scrupulously and cleverly checks the area that needs stitching up.

"Yeah, well, this is it. Lord Apricot, I'm sorry, but have you heard from Alsen?

"This one too, because I wanted to have a final meeting with Lord Netsuerk"

Take out the silver mask that was stuck on your chest and Apricot answers Grandor's question.

"With that mouthful, are you saying that Netuark and Arsen are together?

"That sort of thing."

Apricot plays his finger, then wears a silver mask.

And with a magical voice, he opened his mouth to call.

"Lord Netsuruk, I'd like the final stage of the meeting.

And Lord Padrick made a delicious porridge made by Martha.

Can you please tell me that Osama, the farmer, cares that his best friend is not going back inside, so he is not down in Lobo Row, D.C. '

"Lord Apricot?!"

In the words, Grandor, wrapped in a white ritual costume, was blushing to the point that even his burnt skin could tell.

"Fine. Call the belly black nobleman over here and make up for it. Then, praise Rico's" real angel "appearance."

Rye raises his mouth angle like a cat with a "nuh" and mouths words like he's kidding.

But "make up for it" is genuine, and he's hugging his best friend Rico from behind and complaining to Grandor, "I don't want to get along."

"Lai, if you get too familiar with Master Grandor, it's because you're rude"

Rico hugs herself, flattering her "friends" like her too innocent sister.

- No, especially what Rye said.

What she wanted to tell the innocent was that she figured it out to Grandor, so she scratched her head and laughed bitterly at the female knights of "Friendship", still slightly blushing.

"Well, Lord Apricot. And then you asked Arsen to bring me the incense paint in his room?

Grandor speaks to Apricot, still wearing a mask.

Apricot nodded silently, moving her mouth as she touched the mask.

Apparently, the "sound" of the word is inherently transmitted only to the other side, but earlier the word was deliberately given out by the "flirtatious lord".

(For Christ's sake, it's a lot to flirt with, whether you're a sage, a lord, a knight)

"Yeah, Lord McGaffin. It's okay.

Looks like there's another Lord Netsuerk, or Lord Padrick, or Lily, but don't you have a message?

As soon as Apricot came up with the name "Lily," Louis raised his hand well.

"Ah, question! Does Lily have this!?

Because of Apricot's mind, I think Louis' ass saw the tail of a dog waiting for the boom and your husband.

"Yes, yes, wait a minute ~.

Lord Netsuerk, is Lily coming this way?

Apricot is asking on the other side, purposefully speaking up so Louis can see what he's telling Louis for sure.

After a while, Apricot expressed a "pity" enough to pass on just the mouth with the mask on, shook his head sideways, and Louis drooped his head in a crisp manner.

"Oh, my God, I thought Lily was gonna look great."

Louis makes a depressed voice as he pinches his sleeve through the Eastern country outfit wrapped around him for the ritual.

"What. Does Louis like this outfit?. I didn't seem to like the aristocratic costume."

Grandor, in a similar outfit, put his arms together and asked his disciple unexpectedly.

The disciple shook his habitual hairy head vertically, now tied with white strings, in order to lightly affirm his master's words.

"Yeah, you like something like this. Something about my body feels tight.

Feels like your spine stretches naturally? "

"Apparel makes the man."

Although it's exotic that clothes make people, it does look splendid.

But Louis. You have good material, so I wish I cared more about clothes.

Are you going to be hot? "

After contacting Netuark, Apricot, who was dressed by Louis earlier, says as he takes off his mask.

But the words were not very pleasant to Louis.

Now tied together, he opens his mouth uncommonly passively while polypolizing his gullible and scratchless head with his fingers.

"I'm not even happy about being a hottie."

That's all I said, I did it at first, and Louis looked down.

In fact, there are already quite a few hotties.

When Apricot telepathized Louis' "master," he laughed bitterly and nodded small at Grandor.

"Sounds like my daughter looked a little bad back then. He hides it from me, but he also gets a lot of letters and stuff on the farm.

I hide it desperately, but the housekeeper said there was enough letters under the dorm bedroom to overflow the box. "

In response to this reply by Grandor, Apricot stares at Louis as he nibbles in grandeur.

"Become, something?!"

"No to Betsu."

(Did you teach Lord Apricot about Louis' weakness to Netsuerk? Louis, sorry)

The master apologized in his heart to the disciple for teaching him what seemed to be the weakness of the disciple to a less gracious figure.

"Nyah, if you make the eagles, Grandor's grandma and Louis Boy usually have too much skin.

I can't believe I'm lightly weaving feathers on my complexion. I haven't even been a mercenary lately. "

Rico smiled bitterly at Rye's words, and Grandor thanked him for changing the subject.

And then finally, I decided to get on with the subject.

"Really?. If a woman is offended, stop, Louis?

"But I can't believe it's the harvest time in the hot summer months.

There are ladies and ladies who come all the way out in the carriage to see the farm brothers undressing just their jackets in a telescope. What the hell is that?

To the boy's pure doubt, the women had an indescribable face and Grandor had a sinister face.

"For once, be careful."

Grandor sighed as he bolted his hair with his big hand, which he had not yet tied up for the ritual.

"Nah, Ochan. Which one to watch out for?"

"You're both. Let our young people weave something lightly, at least in front of their children. Let me tell you something, my lady, to someone in the House of Lords."

In response to Rai's question, Grandor responded with a rugged face.

"When I return, we will also say to Master Yunfo: Really, at least you have to refrain in front of the child."

Rico gave the name of the aristocratic senator they were escorting and sighed.

"Hahaha, well, I'd rather have it than have it moral"

After Apricot laughed dry that the story was about to point in an awesome direction, like a cedar hand, his hand banged with bread.

"I'm also going to be able to have a very incandescent controversy about that.

In the meantime, you're wearing a corner costume, so let's talk about the ritual first. "

When Apricot declared so, they looked at each other like they were "especially" and paid attention to Lord Robrow.

Confirm that the attention has been drawn, then snort slowly before Apricot first expresses his gratitude.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation in this stripping ritual.

Then I'll explain in detail after Lord Netsuerk arrives.

In the meantime, let me now talk about general steps and flows "

With that said, Apricot took a map of a folded large robrow from the chest of an olive-colored military uniform for nobility and let it spread.

Peek in together.

Apricot aligned himself with the orientation and direction of the map, first pointing with his fingers to his current position, the new Lordship's residence.

"Now, here we are. The truth is, I'd like a 3D map to explain it, but that's what Lord Muscari is using to explain the ritual" stage "installation, so give me a break with the 2D description."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I can tell enough about the eagle.

Then this is the old lord's mansion. "

In order to convey Rye's understanding, he responded by pointing to the old lord's residence on the map.

"If this is the Lordship's residence, the barracks are on the other side - the east side."

He also knows the youngest Louis, and shows him at the fingertips of the white armor he put on for the ritual, pointing to the first place he visited.

Rye and Louis looked at each other, hands to hand with "Yay," and sounded "Pan."

Seeing that, Apricot laughs with real pleasure.

"Thank you, Mr. Rye, Louis."

To continue explaining, Apricot now removed the seal and compass from the lumbar bag and pasted the new Lordship Mansion - the current location.

"Ah, if you don't have a map, anyway, if you do have a map, there's nothing missing enough.

Plus, Ah-chan is giving me ideas and practices so that I can easily explain them to the eagles. "

Rye crunched his charming eyes and praised Apricot for preparing seals and compasses.

At the age of 19, Apricot had been impressed for a short time that Rye had the "kindness" to encourage people and find them after the effort.

(I guess it's the "grandma" teaching that Rye loved)

In front of the "one black kitten," though harsh, to the memory to share with Netuark, the silver-haired old lady looked apricot just a little like Rico with a really sweet smile.

"I'm really glad to hear you say it that way because it was all raised and raised when you weren't always ready to be too full. Thank you, Mr. Rai."

Whether he was wearing a mask as a lord or doing his job diligently, there was no such thing as being recognized and appreciated in Apricot.

I sincerely thanked the charming brunette knight, feeling the hardship of getting her to acknowledge the "effort".

"Nah, friends are like that. If you're working hard, the eagles are okay with that."

"Is that the word from Lord Citron?

Apparently, the silver-haired old lady - Citron and Grandor had some acquaintance.

Rye nodded with great pleasure that the name "Grandma" had appeared.

"Some of them come to me under the name of" friends "and push me to work and do bad things.

Grandma, such a friend said to wish from this side ~ "

Apparently, one of those things, he also told Netsurk.

Apricot also had a frightening cold gaze to see what Citron was talking about in Netuark's memory.

It was well understood that the "rare witch magician" who raised Rye named Citron had a huge influence on that sage of color as well.

(Don't forget to thank your grandfather for having an ancestor.)

Remember my flirtatious smile, which my grandfather, Pean Vinegar, also showed only to himself and the deacon's rock - once again, cementing his determination to protect this land.

"Then I have to be careful not to do that to my friends.

Well, first of all, it's a place. "

The red seal was then affixed to the entrance of a single post.

"The stripping ceremony will take place at the exit of the gates of the barracks, now with a red seal on it."

"Um," Welcome to Robrow, "it's like the place that was carved on the rock wall, right?"

Apricot nods when Louis asks.

I also remembered the first place I saw Eliphas.

And a woman with a very similar face now spreads the map to "protect" the land and continues to explain it.

(I'm not sure what happened to Mr. Apricot and Mr. Eliphas.

You're just following who Osama decides)

I looked up at Grandor's side, staring at the map with a serious face.

"-? Louis, what's wrong?

"Anything. Dear Apricot, what is the order of rituals?.

Me and Osama first? Or Rico first? "

Louis pretends actively to help with the ritual so as to delude him into staring at Grandor.

"First, Mr. Rico will be active.

After that, Lord McGaffin and Louis will have a little "dance" with you.

"Dance?!"

After Louis looked surprised at the word "dancing" and looked at that face satisfactorily, Apricot pasted the next blue seal on the map.

"First, I ask Mr. Rico to perform the descent of Gabriel, the Spirit of the Water, to forgive and purify the power of the water on the verge of flooding."

After that, Apricot lowered his head to Rico.

"Rico has been contacted by the Rabbit's Sage, who said it was the first time he had ever descended."

Rico chewed the shaped beautiful lips small and nodded.

Look at that. Apricot bows her head even more sorry.

"I'm sorry that you suddenly asked for higher spirituality for my territory."

In front of Louis, I won't give him the name of Netuk because of his magic.

"Netuark of the Ear" is treated as an "expert in intelligence."

Adults behave as if the "rabbit sage" is only concerned with higher sorcery.

"- To the national army of Cerisanseum, I volunteer and belong to you.

I am grateful that I am not a hero in my quest to protect the people of my country.

It's just, can you do it to me or not?

I'm sorry, I've been given an important assignment. "

Rico leaked into his anxious chest and leaned down.

"I guess Alsen should have, but I'm sorry, Liquorice. Arsen is."

Grandor bowed his head on behalf of his best friend and fellow heroes.

Rico, wrapped around that best friend's costume, shakes his head and blocks his apology.

"Master Arsen was doing a dangerous job on our behalf.

If only I, Lai, and Lady Dinfare, had come all the way to Robrow with that picture book with a better degree of magic than the line, by the time I realized, it might have been too late. "

Listen to Rico, Louis turns his eyes round.

"Mr. Rico or Mr. Rai, were you carrying something that noisy?

Rye puts his hands on his hips, with a relatively flat chest, threatening Louis a little bit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Louis, if you're going to be the son of that belly-black nobleman's best friend, be prepared. "

To this threat, Louis pulls himself back a little bit.

Sure enough, Arsen tells us about the pseudo-experience of being caught in the arm, suppressed in bed, made to draw blood, and scraping his ears with a razor, at an instant speed that exceeds that of a boy who prides himself on being quick -.

I don't think I've seen Mr. Arsen's eyes.

Strange and in Louis' head.

"It's my fault, huffy."

And Arsene disappeared with a beautiful smile on her face.

"Oh boy, Rye seems to have a rivalry consciousness for Alsen. No, do you have a sense of rivalry toward your mother's house?"

Grandor scratches his bearded jaw and tells him to forgive Rye with a bitter laugh.

And what Grandor said, it seems, was largely a hit.

"Nyah. Even in Wangdu, but even over here, that belly-black nobleman's mom said something like," The magician of the generation is Balsam Padrick, "and the eagle is really very dissatisfied.

Celisanceum, "The rare sorcerer is the Citron Label."

Just like Rye did when the cat got angry, he exhaled whoops and then calmed down his feelings.

And he's really calmed down, and from there, he flaunts his shoulders and says thank you to Arsene.

"But just this time, thank you to Alsen.

I can't believe I'm pretending to be okay with keeping all that noisy stuff by myself, but I'm still a hero. "

"Tell him in person, I'm sure he'll be happy. Because he's the one who's really made a bloody effort to become a hero."

After that, Grandor looked down on Rico, who was anxious to perform the higher magic of "descent".

There was as much anxiety on Rico's face as ever, but "Alsen's effort" - he was able to arouse himself by realizing that the hero was also making an effort to make things happen.

Rico nodded and showed to Grandor, and the big man nodded and showed again gently.

Rye, who noticed that Grandor was encouraging his best friend Rico, puts out a little "rivalry mind" and says words of encouragement himself.

"The sage of" Hitodenashi "sent it out ok, so if it's Rico, it's definitely okay to wait for magic."

"Rye. Thanks.

Well, I got a proper ink, so I'm confident I'll have to play my part. "

"Seems closest to love, farthest heart"

"Though my heart trembles like love, my feelings are only mercy."

♪ That gentle, noble heart, not for love, but for merciful love ♪

Rico now knows that it was all a fabric stone from Netsuark, a rabbit sage, to bring the Spirit of Mercy into Rico's heart.

When Rico smiles confidently, Rye gooses his hands up with joy.

"The eagle also wanders through Margaret's chocolate to support Rico Nyan with full magic!.

So Rico becomes the first female knight to succeed in descending, even if he is not a hero. "

"Yeah, I'll do my best. Nice to meet you, Rye."

Rico was delighted with his confidence.

"Just a bunny. That rabbit sage, in a roundabout way, was trying to adjust and check again and again. Every time, he stirred up a certain eagle anxiety on Rico.

Plus, I made my sweet Lily cry over and over again.

If you show up back, peel that fluffy fur and punch it in the salt water. "

When Rye said that much, there was a noise of the door opening of the gibberish Zao.

As soon as he sensed the door open, Apricot immediately wears a silver mask.

"Shall I prepare some condensed chili?.

Because it would be a very good irritation for peeled complexion.

That tea-eyed, unfaithful, unfaithful personality could be pissy, too. "

From the entrance to the zoo, a beautiful man in an olive military uniform, in a black cloth bag, and a man with round glasses, hair and eyes, wrapped in a red and black coat, appeared.

And if you're a man wearing a red and black coat, as soon as you hear the man smiling beautifully, smile on his face, but open a half-step distance.

What's wrong with you? Distance or something? "

"- From now on, I swear to keep in touch with my loved ones as long as I can."

Everyone but Louis was overwhelmed with bitter laughter at the words of his eyes and ears.

"Arsene, that was fast. Thank you for the package later."

While Grandor is surprised, face up from the map and thank Arsene for staring at what he is holding.

(Oh, you sure about that?)

'- You'd better put this on Grandor's side'

The other day, when Grandor was supposed to move the room, Arsen took it without saying anything around.

He held an object that was firmly strangled in the mouth of the bag with a string that was decorated with stones in various shapes like a few beads in a black painted leather bag.

"I always walk with this bag, but I've never seen you use it."

Louis remembers the words he was saying himself.

Osama asked for it earlier. He said something like, "Paint incense."

Louis is convinced that Grandor is asking Alsen to do something important.

You picked it up for two years.

roughly every two weeks. The Grandor

"I'm going to go swallow tonight, so I'll get the job done early"

That being said, it's usually early to spend the day in a good mood and work, but it's still early.

(Looking forward to it so much, is it a woman?)

That's what I thought, but when I asked my brothers on the farm, they seemed to be "friends".

"The Grand General has been going to swallow this farm every two weeks, at least once every three months, with a friend."

'Cause it seems like a habit I've been doing this for about fifteen years.'

Louis, on the "edge" from before he was born, is unwilling to enter, and sees Arsene for the first time in the library's library library a few weeks ago and Grandor instantly.

And just so we're clear, I'm not comfortable looking into the back.

Grandor didn't hesitate to take the weak side, he was only showing up for Alsen.

Louis then felt that Grandor was in trouble and made his mouth out, but later I would feel much embarrassed if I remembered.

Even though Grandor wanted to talk to his "old best friend," he picked it up for two years and the kid there had a mouthful.

Still, Arsen gave me a beautiful, gentle smile, and from the words Louis uttered, he plotted this "agricultural training".

(Osama, whom I can respect, probably because he had friends like Alsen.)

"- Sorry you were worried about my health earlier,"

Before handing over the incense, Arsene bows her head beautifully to her best friend in an exotic outfit.

Grandor, with his head bowed to it, looked surprised but immediately shook his neck to the side.

"No, I was also saying it in such a way that I would leave Alsen's kindness undone. I'm sorry about you."

(Nice. I wish I could have friends like this.)

A soothing red and black color enters the sight next to Louis.

"Master Padrick first met Master Grandor at military school when he was 14 or 15.

Clover, aren't you going to be able to afford someone who's going to be in a relationship like those two?

Netuark, the ear of the eye, stood beside Louis, wrapped in white ritual outfits, with a smile that only raised the edge of his mouth, making him feel no sign.

And speak as if you had read Louis' mind.

The boy who had received considerable retaliation from Netsuruk for what he had just said was a bad man's face.

But the person on the red and black coat asks slowly to release the vigilance, as it was in a calm atmosphere, watching the master in conversation and his friends.

I don't know if I'll see you again.

"Yes. A child like you, Louis, who can think and move properly, will be fine"

Netuark remembered that Lily was worried about the same thing, and smiled uncommonly and gently to say it out loud.

As Lily's "friend," Louis, you can feel safe with your parents.

If he looked like a "rabbit sage," as much as I'd say so, Netuark likes a busy boy with no back cover.

The boy turns red after Louis looks strange at Netuark's words.

"I'm not good at thinking."

While Louis gave such lighting, Arsene was firmly handing Grandor the incense.

And by nature, he finds Rico doing the "role" he has to become, and Arsen looks sorry from the bottom of his heart.

Ringing his cuckoo military shoes, he proceeded to the front of Rico, and Arsen bowed his head deeply toward the female knight wrapped in costumes to descend the head of the Spirit of the Water.

"- If it were meant to be, it would be my job. I'm sorry."

Now Rico blushes and hesitates.

"No, no. Besides, Master Arsen has been really helpful! Keep your head up, please!

Alsen lowered his head and made Rico turn bright red. There are feelings of "Nico" and smiling rather than "Niyaniya," but the truth is, there are feelings of wanting to make fun of him, but here he was patient and looking at two beautiful beauties, blonde and silver.

"Then I'm the one who should state my apology. Lord Padrick."

I gave Grandor the map that Apricot with the mask was spreading, and stood in front of Arsen and Rico.

"Originally, a dredging ritual that I have to perform alone.

Though the sudden collapse of the weather, we can't thank the messengers from the King's capital enough. "

Apricot with the mask deeply bowed his head toward Arsene and Rico.

"Please wait a moment. By yourself, Lord, were you going to perform a ritual to stop the massive flooding of that river?

Arsene wrinkled between her eyebrows and asked the lord, who kept her head down with a difficult expression.

Raise the head that was lowering, also the corner of the mouth, so that the eyes visible from the mask look smiling, and the lord opens his mouth to the Guest.

"- Right. I'm sure my predecessors will help me out a little, too.

I was the main one, and I was going to do it. "

Apricot answers in as flat a voice as possible with a troubled look in the invisible under the mask.

Lord Netsuruk, is Master Arsen a kind man?

With a really troubled voice, Apricot asks his "under contract" counterpart - Netuark.

"Yeah, people are nice except me and people who are mean.

But you treat Osama, the big man who burned on the day he was there, differently. "

When I heard Netsurk's answer, I saw Arsen and Grandor in the part I could see in my memory.

A young Netuark laughs as Arsen, the boy, turns his admirable and respectful eyes to Grandor, who works on the battlefield.

And in "A Case," when Netuark and Grandor can no longer adjust their minds.

I also found him to be a gentle and strong person who was "normal" and continued to be a hero by himself.

"That's very clear. Now, how can I delude you?"

If Apricot talked about his "birth" or the "trick he's been subjected to as acting lord," I think and understand that he belongs to the pitiful category.

Not that I can change the past, but I also have the desire, one day, to relieve stress, to talk about my past, to swallow and cry over someone's chest, and to refresh myself.

"Lord, have you ever been here alone?"

I saw the geology and rivers on the road to Robrow, but I got a feeling I was prone to some natural disasters? "

Worried from the heart, the voice of being labored echoes Apricot's heart.

A boulder, a hero who descends a healing angel by himself.

"Poison" deliberately in my mind, I can't stand to come to kindness.

"- Because it is an important territory given to me by His Majesty the King. I only protect you as a lord, Lord Padrick."

"-But"

"Happy or unhappy, I seem to have had strong blood on my grandfather, Pean Vinegar, a talented person for the country.

I'm just doing what I can with the right materials. "

I shook off "gentle words of labor".

And think hard about what you're about to do now - what will happen after the ritual, the battle.

Lord Netuk, Lord Padrick doesn't know about your operation this time, does he?

Though I'm sorry, Apricot tries to get Netuark involved and inspire his feelings.

The unfaithful, unfaithful covenant mate dated me with a floating voice.

"I haven't informed you at all, but you seem to know it's important.

So, after this ritual, Arsen doesn't even know that he'll never see his best friend Eliphas again. "

- Yes.

I take away the "best friend" of this gentle strong man.

Because just trying to have an idea that is too convenient to be healed is certainly not something to be forgiven.

"The Lordship?

Alsen's voice echoed again in the heart of Apricot, who would remain silent, working his days of solitude, having spent time as a previous lord.

And I found Arsene and Eliphas talking pleasantly in a fragment of Netuark's memory.

Not every good smile Arsen has, but with his eyebrows in the letter "C" and a smile that also looks troubled, Eliphas is laughing heavily.

(I'm going to "take" who this guy can really smile at right now)

"It's hard, but it's the Lord's job.

Because even if it seems inhumane, we have to do our part.

That's how ready I am, doing the lord.

But thank you for the kind words. Lord Padrick. "

Under the silver mask, I can hardly see the tears overflowing.

I don't know why, but Arsene drew on the complex emotions hidden in Apricot's voice and stopped saying anything more.

Then again, he bowed his head to the lord, and Arsen was turning to Rico and beginning to advise him on the "descent".

When the masked lord sighs in his heart, his floating voice plunders his head again.

"I'm probably guilty of the same crime as Eliphas, so don't feel guilty alone."

Apparently, he's encouraging someone under contract to become a Netsuerk.

Well, I don't know much about Eliphas, so I don't think I can compare it to the blame Lord Apricot bears.

Apricot had the encouragement to feel clumsy, as if a boy about the age of Louis would put it in his mouth.

(Encouragement and healing don't seem to be Alsen Padrick's either.)

Yes, I think in my heart, and then Apricot replies to Netsurk.

"Let's not talk about this. Because continuing to talk like this only makes me" unhappy and proud ". Besides, Lord Netsuerk.

You're good at counseling, but you're not good at encouraging. "

When Apricot did not hesitate to tell him the facts, the wise man standing beside Louis was circling his eyes behind his glasses.

"Not really. Well, rather than talking unproductively, I'm in favor of talking about thinking about what's going to happen."

In the holding, the eyes that were too dark green and only visible black staggered slightly and came off again.

Apricot stares softly at the most tragic thing in Netuark's memory after completely blocking telepathy.

There are four figures in a white flower garden.

Netsuruk holds a woman with trembling bodies with strong red eyes and beautiful hair, stabbed with her own knife piercing her chest.

With a trembling body and voice, Netourk calls out the name of his lover, who just became a "companion" a few days ago.

I can only see the "memories" of Netuk, so I don't know who pierced the breasts of the women who will be Netuk's companions.

But the "thing" that pierces the woman's chest was certainly Ne's best friend's knife.

They come to Netuark with their two companions supporting each other.

One is still young - a scratchy Alsen wrapped in scarlet clothes, looking good to say boy.

And a successful body man with burnt skin in the day, holding to support that Alsen - Grandor.

As soon as his companions arrived, the young man began to cry out in disgrace.

Crying out, the red woman who became my wife squeezed her last strength and "wished" on the young man who had just become my husband.

"Netuark, my, last favor, will you listen?"

You're my only hero.

With that said, mightily, smiling remorsefully, the woman who had just become his wife in the arms of Netsuerk has passed away.

(From here on out, you're losing memory.)

No matter how many memories you explore to share, you don't remember anything from it.

Netsuerk's memory, which can be seen next, was the ceiling of a covered bed with religious paintings of this country, remembering his mourned wife at the next moment and crying out.

Confirming that Alsen, himself a full-blown creator, could forgive him diligently, Apricot stopped peeking into Netsuerk's memory about this any further.

The memory is interrupted because Lord Netsuerk's heart could not stand the loss of his "wife".

A blood covenant cannot be concluded unless the "circumstances" are similar to each other.

And what Netsuruk himself said.

"Me and you, like two names lined up, have the same edge."

♪ Rabbit sage and masked nobility ♪

"Netuark Saxfawn and Apricot Vinegar."

Perhaps the perception that carries the "business" of taking "two lives" is the point of concluding a "blood contract" that is said to be very difficult.

Apricot had taken in the power of her twin companions, who could not grow without consciousness or will, in her mother's womb.

And the second life was "I don't want my sister." I also took the life that was supposed to be in my mother in those words, the life of a being who now represents herself as "Eliphas."

The gentle healer woman and the wizard who sucks at encouraging me said "abortion," but in Apricot, I believe that one end of the blame lies in his own words.

And Netsuruk, the second life he took.

Even Apricot, who had a blood contract, could not see it.

(I guess it's not Dada who can "ban" herself.

Or maybe he's still carrying a "secret that should never be on the table")

I don't have the chili to think about it.

"Lord Apricot, this is what Netsuerk is here for. Let's have a detailed meeting."

Grandor, who kept the map. Called, Apricot turned his consciousness to those in the ritual who would begin in earnest.