Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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Netuark on a luxurious sleeping table, flipping over on his back.

From his own handmade comms machine, he had the conversation forwarded to the machine he had kept in Lily's luggage in advance, and he laughed with pleasure when he heard it.

Then he jumps up gently, takes off his red and black coat, and releases it to the sleeping table where he slept until earlier.

I carefully put my sleeves through my favorite green coat that my best friend had tailored for me, which I was wearing by the window.

"Netuark, if you changed to that coat, wouldn't Mr. Lillie suspect you?.

They do come in different sizes, but the design and construction will be very similar to the Rabbit Sage stuff. "

Finishing "Michi", he asks Grandor's hair, sitting in the chair of the mirror table in a cold manner, as Arsene knots it up into a ritual.

In Arsene's words, Grandor pointed his dark brown eyes like chirali and the earth, wearing a green coat, at an old pale friend with a palliative face.

"It's okay. I don't think Lily and I are going to see each other in Robrow anymore."

When Netuark said so lightly, Grandor and Arsen were looking at each other with surprised faces in the mirror.

"If the" stripping "ritual is over, are you telling me you won't be forced to break the ban anymore?

Grandor asks his burnt body on a cold day as he begins to apply the fragrance to his hands.

"What are you going to do?"

Netuark answered slowly, lifting his middle finger with a slightly lowered round eyeglass.

- The "meeting" at the zo is over.

Netuark was once again entering the room where Arsen and Grandor of the new Lordship would stay as a matter of course.

Grandor closed the meeting before it was dissolved from Zao.

Even the Lord participated in the ritual. In the face, he divided the "fragrance" he used to practice "descent".

Except for the three heroes and Apricot, Louis was asking questions as soon as he seemed to be trying something for the first time.

"Osama, what is this after all? You always carry it around like it matters, don't you?"

"The reason I always carried this with me is because it was a" tool "that was difficult to handle.

And I'm pretty sure it's an expensive item. "

"Heh."

"The eagle knew his name, but it's the first time I've tried it."

"I've never seen it before."

Louis and Rai to give honest and candid thoughts.

And Alsen cleverly sewed it up, and Rico, wrapped in Gabrielle's blue costume, which was well sized, also tuned in to it.

"Liquorice, if there's anything you know about painting incense, why don't you tell Louis and Rye?"

Encourage Rico to explain, grinning at Grandor's baked hand on a successful day, holding a bag containing painted incense and showing him the white teeth that look nibbly sturdy.

Rico is surprised at Grandor's rhetoric, as if ordered by his "boss," but immediately follows to start explaining to Louis and Rye.

"" Paint incense "can be all sorts of constraints and ties even if you just have it, but to have it - it's hard to even get to dealing with it.

He said he'd file an application with the state first, or get a permit.

Because it falls into the category of "theatrical drugs," the personality of the person who owns it also secretly begins when he comes to the bureau to pick up the application form.

It takes a lot of time, even until the insistence to have it is down.

First 30 people apply, and all one goes by.

When it comes to finally obtaining permission to possess and storing incense even if you have it in your hands, it is common to treat it strictly and to rest in a safe place beyond the reach of ordinary people.

So I can't believe I'm carrying it around like Master Grandor. "

While Rico was politely describing "incense painting," he was comparing the black leather bag to the Grandor wearing the ceremonial costume holding it with blue eyes.

And so that Rico could follow him, Louis and Rye also stared at Grandor with a surprised face.

The stared person at the time nodded heavily at Rico's explanation, looking very satisfied.

"Brilliant, Liquorice, not Mr. Rico.

It feels like something's changed, so I'm sorry about the weird way you talk. "

"Nha, but it's such a danger. As Rico says, can I carry it??

If you're so careful handling it, some idiots must want it for a rare value ~.

And sell off the painted incense you stole and run out on horses ~ "

The man who burned in the day laughed bitterly as Rye raised his mouth angle nudgly up and told Grandor in a slight joke.

"I don't know why I run out on a horse, but I can't open it if I steal this leather bag from a weasel first."

"Are you saying you're doing magic?"

When Rico asked, it was unusual for Grandor - he smiled cold.

"No, in the case of the eagle, it's a" curse, "a spell.

If you tried to open this leather bag, a vicious curse imposed by the highest wise man in this country would fall on those who tried to steal the incense "

"to" ha?! "

As soon as I heard the word "curse" from Grandor, Rye hid behind Sassa and Rico.

"I hate the curse!!"

"My great-aunt had her favorite cheesecake before. It's a" curse "of flirtatious manners, Rye. That was a tough one."

Now Rico grinned, gently stroking Rye's dark hair hiding behind him.

Louis also fearful of Rye's "curse," with his liver sufficiently cold, his gaze pouring into Grandor's black leather bag had become a cautious object.

"Grandor, I think you have fulfilled your duty of care, so why don't you go to the following explanation?"

To a lightly frightened Rye, Arsen sent a bitterly mixed telepathy to his best friend after seeing Louis, who looked like a special victory.

Do you? Rico will behave with caution. "

After Grandor gave it back to Arsen, Netuark, wrapped in a red and black coat, stared at Rico, wrapped in Gabrielle's costume with a sharp glance in the blink of an eye.

Whether or not Grandor should tell us the "blind spot" of the person he trusts, he decides to remain silent this time only for a moment.

(This ritual doesn't directly mean "blind spot")

When Netuark summed up his thoughts that way, an old friend gradually began explaining how to use "paint incense".

"Then I will begin to explain the horror of the treatment of perfumed incense sufficiently, or after thinking that you have understood the troubles when it comes to the washi stream.

The first way to use it is to finish "Michi" in a fairly simple way, and then apply it to the body.

I want you to be aware that painting incense has the ultimate effect of tarnishing, but if you apply it to your body halfway through the process, it will be troublesome later. "

"Nyah, Ochan! What's the trouble?

As Rye looked out of Rico's back and asked, Grandor put his hand on his succeeding jaw and thought for a moment and saw Alsen standing right next to him.

"Why are you looking at me?

"No, these analogy words are good for Arsene, aren't they?

Grandor says in an atmosphere like "obvious".

"If I leave the story to Netuark, I may" hate "Rico and Louis, even if they agree to paint the incense."

- Sure.

"No, if you expect so much."

Netuark, who is actually good at intelligence, interrupts the telepathic "line" that only Grandor and Arsen are connected to and says something like that.

"Expectations"

I'm not expecting it.

Arsene opened her shapely thin lips to tell the "analogy story" after she glanced at her best friend standing as a "friend of the lord" with a cool face.

"If the body and mind were not fully prepared, even if they were meant to be in order at the time of your visit.

After using fragrance, as a side effect, severe generalized muscle pain feels like it lasts for only 3 days.

And it's not just the body that needs to pay more attention to fragrance, it's the mind that affects the "thinking" as well.

Quick talk, but it's natural to make normal activities more difficult.

If this is what you used to paint your body without any ritual to cleanse it.

It is possible that a person's body and mind can be "distorted" and a curious spirit can enter from the distortion and sin regardless of their will. "

"Sure, it's a strict treatment from" it actually happened, "right?

As I was told earlier, because I applied incense to a body that had not done so, a distortion could be made in a person's mind and body, and the Spirit enters there.

And even though only magic is amplified more because of the Spirit, it has become a major case because of lack of control.

I remember seeing it in the library. "

To Arsene's analogy story, Rico turned his awe-inspiring gaze against the fragrance to the black leather bag held by the big brown man.

"Yeah, Mr. Rico's right.

There have also been several sad incidents in the past due to the use of incense paint without cleaning.

So please don't let it get out of your way. "

"Me, I can't believe the muscle ache that ends in about two hours, even if I do, lasts three days, and I can't stand it."

Early a few days ago, on his way to the former Lordship's residence, even though he was lightening his prep exercise, he used muscles he didn't use on a daily basis when he went down the "bigoted" path, and Louis, who had muscle aches, lowered his voice and lowered his shoulders even further.

Apricot approached Louis blurry like that and slapped him gently on the back with a bread.

"In order not to do so, it is easy to increase the effect of your water, support the spring water that has been drawn from the mountains and let it be used because it is being transported to the room.

But be prepared because it's getting great and cold. "

"Nyah, it's cold on Rico. It's okay."

Rye, who is very bad at being cold and cold, asked from Rico's back worryingly about Apricot's remarks, which threatened him a little.

Rico smiles gently looking back, glad to see Rye worried.

"It's okay. Even during the healer's exam, he trained you in cold water like ice."

It seems that Rye and Louis "hyatted" to what Rico would normally say, and his expression is stiffened.

"Do healers have such harsh training!

Again, it seemed cold just to imagine Louis inadvertently trying to hug his body, rubbing his arms and seeing Alsen who seemed familiar with those aspects.

I see that. Arsene starts explaining it so Louis can understand it.

"The healing technique is based on the kindness of" water "and the undune of the spirits full of charity.

By analogy, the nuances are actually just a little different, but I deify Undune and become Gabriel.

However, if you become Gabrielle, not only does the water work, but there are other important things about kindness and compassion. "

"Heh, if you have a different name to symbolize something, it makes something different from everything else"

Arsene smiled at the surprise voice and sentiment given by a student who was too honest.

Then again Louis asks Alsen, as he came up with after listening to the story.

"If you think about it, is Master Arsen a healer? Is that what you're doing?

Louis's voice seeps out the feeling of saying, "I guess it's natural to have it," but Arsen slowly shakes his blonde head to the side.

"No, I don't have a healing license"

"So, but you were using the descent of the water archangel Gabriel in our farm training room, right?

Isn't that probably harder for an archangel than Undune? "

"Even if the descent of Gabriel, the archangel of the water, is possible, I do not deserve to be" received "by the kind Undune full of mercy, Mr. Louis.

The thing is, Alsen Padrick isn't nice enough to have a healer's license. "

"To? Huh?

Louis makes a slightly confused voice and looks at Alsen's face smiling beautifully.

And when he saw the "beautiful smile" his best friend had, Louis noticed.

(Oh, well, Master Arsen is beautiful, but -)

"I'm not" kind "to everyone."

Just a little bit, with a smile that included complexity, Arsen was staring again at Louis, who believed he was "kind."

"Oh, Lord Arsen is so sweet."

Rico couldn't believe Arsene was "unkind" and was stopped from trying to speak.

"Nha, Rico Nha. Rico's feelings toward the bad people make Master Arsen feel stronger.

It's just that Master Arsen is too aggressive because he feels strong and has too much power ~.

The very sweet Undune is a little distant. "

"That's right. Sure, I'm unforgivable to millions of people who can't reach me."

To Rye's words, Arsen smiled and rode.

"Bad things are tough things are good things."

Even more smiling to Rico, yes. Rye "deludes".

Rye didn't want to tell her favorite best friend yet about the "harshness" in Arsen.

Last night, in the courtyard of the old lord's mansion, where the rain falls, if it weren't for the weapons my beloved sorcerer had given me, Rye would have been killed in the "attack of Arsen".

Kindness, which is also close to the sacrifice of that beautiful hero, is only for "friends who seem dear".

"The power I used, a man named Arsen Padrick, to slaughter and abandon people other than those I dared to decide to be my friend," he said.

The words said to Belseble at his parting were also stained with Rye.

I know how strange it is to get to know Rico and myself, who has been around for just a few days, to ask for "Arsen kindness" even a flirtatious Rye.

(Well, sooner or later, the weasel will let Rico add to the "loved ones" of the belly black aristocracy. ~)

Because that must lead to a happy life for Liquorice Label.

"- You know, a young man like an angel with straight eyes might be just right for Liquorice's partner."

Rye remembered firmly that her favorite "grandmother", with her little black kitten on her lap, said in a slightly ridiculous manner as she sat in the guest seat during the festival.

"Has the story of how to treat incense been wrapped up?. So once it's dissolved and ready, what do you say we assemble in front of the Lords' Mansion?

When Netuark opened his mouth to close the meeting place, they all nodded slowly.

"Then you will contact Master Dinfare, who will be waiting for you to escort him. Oh?"

Rico, who didn't even know how dewy Rye thought earlier, had a slight harrowing of the cuff he was raising the moment he retrieved the comms machine in an attempt to contact him. And the blue, thin thread falls on the floor of the vault.

"Oh, excuse me. Looks like the stopping part was weak."

With Arsen's side of Rico, he positioned himself to raise his sleeve and removed his phone's sewing case from his chest.

"I'll be fine. Rico, please make contact with Mr. Dinfare."

Alsen is kneeling more with the quick stuff and is starting to pass needles through the blue clothes that Rico is wrapping around.

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Alsen."

Only a little while as Rico thanked Arsen, it turned red - staring at it as Rye nicked from behind.

"Dear Dinfare, the meeting is over, huh? Ars, you?"

My hand dealing with Arsene's needle stopped for a moment...

"Grandor, is Ars okay?

Tied Grandor's hair up and now Arsene asked worried as he applied incense to his still cold successful back.

"If Liquorice says it's okay, I think it's okay.

I'll keep in mind as much as I can, and I'll be fine with Netsurk. "

Grandor, smiling somewhat bitterly, answered Alsen's question and put on his arms.

"Right. I can't even follow up with Ars right now."

When Arsene throws up a sigh of sighing that looks pathetic, depending on how weak he tries to look, like no other, Grandor puts his martial bone hands on his jaw with a slightly neat mustache.

(Oh, my God, you're depressed again. We are the Angels.)

Netuark, on the other hand.

"Oh, I was there for you, too."

Then, he reluctantly took off his favorite coat, which he was able to wear again, and took it seriously and went to the bathroom.

(Because Arsen was an only child and admired his brother.

Ars is also Ars and he really admires Arsen like his brother in just the right way, so he can't say anything halfway)

While Grandor was lost in his answer, Arsen opened his mouth again with regret.

"I'm going to know I can't say anything when I'm out of combat.

Really, you throw up weak noises and sweetness in front of Grandor. I'm sorry. "

Arsene says so, painting the finishing incense on Grandor's successful back with white palms.

And Alsen's best friend looking over the mirror also had a sorry look on his burnt face on the day.

"Alsen. Well, you're guessing, but perhaps this time it doesn't just end with" rituals ".

I think maybe what people have to face is still happening here in Lobo. "

Grandor looked back and looked up at Arsen's face, rarely higher than his, as he sat down.

Alsen goes out in front of the mirror table with an honest look in front of his best friend at the itching of his teeth that he can't participate in this measure.

Then carefully rinse the painted incense on your hand with the spring water left in the bathroom on the mirror table.

"Yes, because if it's just a ritual, if it's a nettour, it should be enough, even if it stays that red and black coat figure.

That green coat is only for fighting, a "costume" tailored for a hero.

And Grandor and I both brought heroic costumes for once, but Netsuerk isn't willing to "let them use it" "

The painted incense was irrigated with spring water, and with a hand wipe placed on the side of the vanity, the white hand was carefully wiped.

"Is that guy going to carry something on his own?

With a voice containing kindness and apprehension that does not let out in front of Netsuruk himself, Arsen asks again, this has Grandor clearly shaking his neck beside him.

"No, I don't think Netsuerk is going to be" alone "on this one.

Probably going to settle some sort of thing with the lord's palace of this land.

"Individuals are different, but those two, they felt something similar to the situation or cause and effect."

I was surprised when Arsen, who knew so much about the "cause and effect" of Netuark, opened his green eyes a little.

"The lord's palace here, too, anyone important?

"Probably. And -"

Grandor makes his face look bad and remembers what happened in the lord's room earlier.

- The "mourning" of this same face.

I couldn't ask Apricot what he meant by the word he was intimidating about Muscari.

(I've lost my chance to ask the "meaning" of a clear condolence -)

And most importantly, Grandor wondered whether he should tell Alsen that Apricot's "face" and Eliphas's face were very similar.

"Isn't it natural to give priority to humans, those who have spent a long time together and care for them"

At that time, I think Grandor said that Apricot's emotions communicated telepathically were "true".

But because it's the truth...

(After all, if the ritual is over, are you going to put a piece on that lord and Netuk?)

If the opponent in this fight is "she"...

"Arsene, apply incense to my back too ~"

The door opens in the room for those with bathrooms when Grandor is greatly troubled.

From there, Netuark, who had opened that door, was wearing a towel on his wet head and coming back to the room with a full voice of weakness.

Seeing Grandor's successful shoulders fall out of his mind, Arsen decides not to hesitate to take an unscrupulous attitude towards his returning best friend, who can see that his bad friend has interfered with his best friend's thinking.

"Dear Mr. Hate," Unfortunately, "

I'm sorry I just washed my hands after I finished painting Grandor's. "

Arsene smiled so beautifully that she turned down her top naked best friend's favor lightly.

But to the colored man, Alsen's answer seemed to be within his assumptions, with the same unfaithful, unfaithful smile.

With a light foothold, he sat down on the sleeping table by the mirror bench.

"Bye, Alsen. What if Grandor...

"Arsene, I'm sorry, but I want you to apply it again."

And what if I asked?

While imitating Grandor's tone, the person imitated as Netuark asks laughs bitterly with his shoulder dropped, and Alsen sees how to answer.

Alsen at the time, with another beautiful smile,

"If it's Grandor, as long as you're happy to ask, I'll apply it to you? What's that?

In reply to Salari, for the first time Netsurk looked sinister and spoke to Grandor, perhaps a person in a "neutral" position.

"Grandor, how did our" angel "get so belly-black?

Netsurk asked in an extremely serious manner, his best friend, who burned in the day, rose up laughing from the chair on the mirror table.

"Come on, is this all Alsen's natural qualities or the influence of his infidel, infidel predecessors? Maybe both.

Well, as for the eagle, Arsen, I'm glad you applied it to my back. Let's thank you. "

"No, you're welcome"

Arsen replied with a real smile to Grandor's reply.

"Um, am I leaving? Sabi, sabi."

In a manner that Netuark is obviously kidding, he puts his hands on his glazed face and begins to imitate over-the-top crying.

"Why don't you do it and be ashamed?"

Alsen was laughing bitterly in the true sense when Grandor said in a somewhat shaky manner.

"When I was a rabbit, I was pretty good with rabbits. Here."

Immediately let go of both hands, his face up crisp and Netsurk spoke fervently.

"I feel sorry for Ars and Lily for flirting with the" crying imitation of a rabbit sage. "

"Hey, Lily's getting tough these days, so you're the target exclusively, Ars."

When Netourc puts his hand on his chin and tells a story about him making fun of a pure rookie soldier, Grandor feels the "anger" behind his best friend who adores that rookie soldier like his brother.

"Oh man, if you don't mind Netuark, I can paint you something else?. Anyway, it's after I've applied the washer.

Even if it's now scented, it doesn't have to be irrigated. "

Before Arsen and Netuark wake up a stuffy "Hitomonoku," Grandor calls his best friend, who sits his voice on the bedside.

But before responding, Arsen stepped out in front of Netuark, who sat softly on the sleeping table.

"If Grandor is enough to devote such effort to Netuark, I'll paint it for you.

My nails are just a little stretched out, so I'm sorry if I put my nails up on my back and scratched them in the middle of painting incense.

If you can put a scratch on your back that might create a very nice misconception when you see it, Grandor has also vacated his seat.

Come on, Netuark. Please, sit down. "

With a bare hand with rare white gloves off, Alsen encouraged Grandor to take the vacant seat.

"Eh. I think I'll get Grandor to paint it."

Netuark sideways avoids the sharp gaze emanating from his beautiful green eyes.

"Don't be discouraged by such an infidel, unfaithful and thick netu-arc"

Arsen grabs Gasili and Netsurk's right shoulder.

"Can you pull it off because that infidelity, infidelity, and a thick man is shying away?.

I mean, my nails are already eating sharply into my right shoulder, it hurts, Alsen!

"Well, just sit in the chair in front of the mirror stand. - By the way, from your very important" tailor, "would you rather eat a flat handed beat or be suspected and crying?.

Or it would be nice to be able to twist your cheeks with your fingertips crushing walnuts "

"I don't like all three! Grandor, say something!.

This angel, when you get to your head, all you do is listen to Grandor!

"Netuark, Arsen. I'm gonna take a load of it, so keep fighting."

"Knowing that Arsen cares about Ars, but that teasing is too much, we should reflect."

With that in mind, Grandor takes the cigarette he had on the table and turns to the bathroom where ventilation is provided, with words from Louis from the receiver and seller.

"Grandor, do you wear your outfit alone?

Arsen asks as he feeds his nails into Netuark's right shoulder.

"Just wear it alone, then Arsene will see the finish"

Alsen smiled beautifully as Grandor spoke cleverly as he had already tobacco in his mouth.

"Okay, go ahead and smoke slowly. Grandor."

"We normally have a smiling conversation, but it hurts, it's eating in, and if it leaves a mark, they'll suspect it!

He opens the door leading to the bathroom and leaves as he hears Netuark and Arsen "fighting well".

Grandor summoned the little fire lizard, smoked and lit the fire.

And if you look at the prep ashtray in the bathroom, there were a few suckers.

"If you think you're losing it fast, it's Netsurk after all"

I filled my lungs with smoke and spit it out loud.

You're not going to let Arsen know about the Lord's "face"?

In reaction to the smoke, the Spirit of the Wind was starting to ventilate again.

Earlier, when Grandor wondered whether to tell Arsene about Apricot and Eliphas' face.

Perhaps that sage of color predicted the timing and definitely came out of this bathroom.

And even if he informs Grandor of Apricot's face, he informs Alsen of the idea he doesn't intend to, with a "sucker" in the bathroom.

In this room with excellent ventilation, if the sucker had been terminated, Grandor would not have thought it was time for Netuark to open the door, etc.

When Grandor was a "chance" to tell Arsen (not sure if he should) certain facts about the "Lord's Face," he opened the door and Netsurk was stopping it.

Despite your early completion,

"When to interrupt a conversation you want to keep down"

is hard to foresee while smoking and as one of the evidence I've been waiting for, it's not strange to see a sucker.

If there wasn't even a cigarette crust, Grandor was exquisite,

"Tobacco is being deceived by Netuark."

I guess I only thought about it.

I dare you to leave the "cigarette butt" in this bathroom stripper so Netsurk can figure it out.

I don't want Alsen to hear it as much as I'm predicting when to interrupt the story.

I was only trying to pass that on to Grandor, who I've known for many years.

"It's roundabout, but if you leave it in the words, it's not a bad thing."

If when the three of us were talking about "masked lords," Arsen probably noticed "something" in the nuances of the conversation, and it was predictable to Grandor to start worrying too much.

Perhaps Eliphas is the one whose masked lord "mourns".

"Condolences" is not in this world, the word used against "dead people".

And Grandor remembers the first time he met Eliphas.

I don't know why, since the first time I met him, he wasn't supposed to be in this world, watching his sister, who was supposed to be dead, layered on Eliphas.

You don't look alike.

The similarities are bright, Zukezuke's character.

The fact that I feel strong and can't leave the gentle alone.

To my sister's habits, sister skin.

- Above all, there was a similarity between the "presence of Haz, who is not here."

(You've noticed it since the beginning.

I was aware but didn't want to admit it and accept it)

If it's true, I'm not here, Haz.

But it's not even "not supposed to be there."

Because he was "erased" at the personal convenience of the living.

Deep, smoke and spit smoke.

Grandor gradually "accepted" the "sensation" he had never attempted to acknowledge before, just like the masked lord.

At that time, the Spirit of Haz's Fire, which he returned to Grandor's complexion, was crawling around with chorocholo as a little lizard of fire again.

Normally, even Grandor, who cannot be clearly seen in his sight, can see that the lizard of fire crawls with pleasure in his purified body, thanks to his grace and fragrance.

And no matter how much fire lizards seemed to enjoy it, it was made up and appeared after using various hassles and objects that would otherwise have to be handled with care.

(No matter how harmless or in this world where there is magic, if there is going to be more of those things, will "order" not be maintained?)

Ironically, Grandor thought, pressing the first cigarette into the ashtray.

Remove the second cigarette and light it using its fire lizard.

And I will "return" the lizard of fire to its "original place" with the power of Grandor until it is called and embodied.

(If you were ordered to be summoned by a "person" but the order was about to be disturbed, would you be "put back"?)

However, Grandor also understands that it is both normal and common to say so out of the ordinary.

The only thing that's annoying is that there's also a heart for the "put back" - "mourn" thing.

And there have been other people and the past that put the mind through it.

I'm sure Arsen would never disagree with "condolences" if he found out he "accepted" them.

If Arsene learns to mourn Eliphas, she must not weep.

Just crush the tip of the cigarette you smoked a little and put out the fire.

Before doing so, Grandor reached for the ceremonial outfit he had taken off and left in the bathroom.

And beside my outfit, I'm wearing a deep-green coat and shirt that Netsurk loves to wear.

(Netuark forced Eliphas, but didn't make the choice to "stay," because the world today is a world formed by "No Eliphas")

Grandor realized he was more open to "mourning" Eliphas than he thought he would be.

"Oh, well, I..."

I saw the life of my own sister scattered in front of me.

And filled my heart with hate, Grandor became stronger.

Among other things, you don't have to meet your "best friends" to make your heart stronger with hatred.

In a way, by the time I met Eliphas, Grandor had been able to sort out his mind that he had "lost his sister" once.

It still seems to Grandor that Eliphas is an important "sister".

I was happy to see you when you came out, and I believe it's good to see you.

But if she doesn't know why, she's going to threaten her best friends and the people she cares about.

I'll take the company that's here now.

I know Netsuruk doesn't intend to involve Grandor in "mourning," but if so, prepare and build a corner of your mind ready to fight "Eliphas".

(Alsen doesn't know anything, but Netuark's going to put a piece on it.)

By doing so, Arsen thinks his best friend Eliphas is "alive" somewhere in the world.

For Arsene, Eliphas is still a dear best friend, and Netuark knows he wants him to be happy.

Then hold on to that feeling forever.

It seems to me like it was the "best friend of a time" that I met during my long life, during my youth years.

(Though it seems sweet enough for Arsen, too)

I laughed bitterly and corrected the collar of my ritual outfit, trying to tighten my belt at the end of the day -.

Grandor stops wearing his outfit.

(I'm ready for a corner, a corner of my heart, just in case.)

When Grandor was dressed properly after doing a little "certain thing".

Netuark came in without even knocking at the stripper.

And its face is limitless, standing in the dark clouds.

There was a great deal of anticipation, so nail marks had been created that would make Grandor a stunning "suspicion and call for a storm" when he saw Netsuruk's back.

"Alsen scratched this well."

Observe the back of the colored man well, as half admired.

Not so much Grandor, but the scars of the five vertical lines are engraved by Arsen at the shoulder blades on both of Netsuruk's successful backs in such a way as to arouse suspicion.

"- To the Kings, what excuse?

They cry, they snap, they take care of you again,... I don't like any of them.

Whatever you do, you have to be deluded. "

Unexpectedly giving out the name of his best friend, Netuark can take one cigarette that was placed next to Grandor's ashtray, as a matter of course, and "kuwa" it in his mouth.

Then check the remaining "suckers" and then just sharpen your gaze a little and look at Grandor.

Wearing a ceremonial costume, her best friend, who burned in the day, nodded small, raising her mouth angle and playing her fingers "patsy".

With the sound of playing, a small swirl of flame appeared in the ashtray, burning the sucker shell and turning it all into dust.

Thank you, Grandor.

That's what Netuark told him in eye contact, and when he played his finger again, he lit a cigarette.

"Oh man, the long guy was going to smoke again later"

Looking at the smoke that had all gone ashy, Grandor also took a new cigarette by standing beside Netsurk.

It was the last one.

"If Grandor also reduces smoking ~. I mean, the guy on my back, what an excuse really."

(12) "Kuwawa", while still smoking, arms together and scratch the colored head with gasp.

"If you're going to smoke less, make sure you quit smoking perfectly.

Nothing. The back wound, if you can go back to being a "rabbit" after the ritual, why don't you meet me there?

I took a cigarette from Netuark's mouth, lit a fire on my own cigarette, and now returned it to my cleverly proud finger.

"No, I'm tearing my coat and shirt when I look like a person. Even if I can handle the coat, maybe the shirt will be handmade from scratch from the measurements.

I'm glad you touched me directly, but my belly black angel taunted me. "

"Keep it where you deserve it."

Netuark puts a cigarette in his mouth and takes his coat and shirt.

From there, I took off my coat and saw a shirt that left blood stains.

I'm repairing the torn place, but I couldn't seem to get the blood stains out.

When Grandor saw it, he realized that the shirt could not be rebuilt and that Netuark could not avoid exposing his back to the "best friend" of the tailor waiting in the king's capital, and he looked sorry for him.

"- I'll pick up your bones."

With a bitter laugh, Grandor exhales smoke and gives at least a word of comfort to his bad friend, who wears a shirt with blood stains in it.

"I was" worried "about the hateful Netuark, and I was wondering if Arsen was feeling a little clearer, too"

Grandor shrugged as he stared at the bathroom door.

"This time, I will carry the necessary" tools "and leave them" alone "on important occasions.

I'll go out with you when you can't use magic. "

I thought there was something to say about "mourning" from Netsurk, but in the end there were no more words from each other and I finished smoking.

Push the tobacco into the ashtray abyss, which became dusty at the same time as each other.

"Well, it's time to sit down"

Netuark puts his right hand in his fist, his left hand in his palm and sounds and hits Bassin.

"It's a ritual, but it feels like we're gonna have a fight."

Grandor slammed into a "pre-duel" trick that hasn't changed since Netuk.

"The truth is, if you're supposed to perform the ritual" alone, "it's a good place to have a fight, or a lone army struggle.

To be honest, it felt like I should have prepared a suicide note.

This time, an apology messenger for agricultural training.

Thank you because we have all the faces to play a role in rituals just for the best.

"Rituals can be finished without a word."

What are you going to do after the ritual?

I also intend to come to the ritual with a full mood.

But if I tried to make Grandor, who found out about "mourning," I was really more concerned about "after the ritual," one way or the other.

"Lord Apricot and I are the two of us."

Oh, is it indeed Mr. Muscari, Robrow's farmer representative?.

He did "purge" it for breakfast, and it was probably a special victory.

Grandor wants you to pull all the participants out of the ceremony immediately.

If you pulled it up, close the big gate at that junction.

Then you'll wait for me and Lord Apricot to return at the new Lordship's residence. "

"What if I don't come home?"

Grandor asked, stroking his head so as not to break the shape of the hair tied for the ritual.

"Right. Ars, Arsen will definitely do something about it.

Grandor, how's the beautiful girl for the second adopted child?.

Basically, I'm being honest, but it's actually Grandor who's lonely, isn't it?

Even if Grandor asks me when I'm not coming home, Netsuerk usually talks about when he disappears, and then he talks about his preferred type.

"If you asked me to increase the number of adopted children by one, it would not be stingy."

We're better off with the Padricks because we're better off on edge than with the eagles?.

For once, Arsene and Lily are related to their re-cousin, the Duke.

And Lily would trust Alsen a lot. "

"I certainly trust Arsene, too.

Lily hasn't educated you so that you can do it in the aristocratic society, and it wouldn't fit that personality better than it used to.

Then Lily would still have sex with McGaffin Farms where she doesn't have to work to eat.

Besides, if Lily became my sister-in-law, Louis, you wouldn't go along as a friend. "

Arm up in your favorite green coat and Netuark laughs without being very popular.

"I don't think Louis cares about that, but I think he'll be fiercely attacking Lily when he's old enough to get married.

So, "My father-in-law," I thought I'd just let Louis and Lily get married. "

Louis held back a friend who laughed without much popularity because he cared.

"Hey, Louis, I couldn't help but stop you there for a little while."

Netuark complains as Grandor clasps the sleeves of a white ritual outfit that wraps around him.

"I like you, son."

Well, I'm busy now, but when you're old enough to get married, calm down.

There's no reason to disagree. "

Grandor answers even more firmly as his best friend complains.

Then I stare at my best friend, who just tightens his eyes a little and pulls his outfit.

"So, if you want to oppose your marriage to Louis, come back and finish the" ritual "with Lord Robrow.

If you can't go back, I don't mind or can't raise Lily at all.

But Lily would suffer the disappearance of a sage who looked like a rabbit for the rest of her life as a heartbreak.

Maybe think, "If I don't talk about agricultural training,"

Grandor's voice flattened and Netsuerk also found out that his best friend was just a little angry, stopping him from pulling his outfit.

But the pursuit of "best friends" will not stop.

"Besides, Ars is starting to like and admire you, no matter what."

"How can a young man admire such a twister?"

"Well, that's the same reason they're your friends."

Softening his sharp eyes, Grandor moved back to the room where Arsen was waiting.

"Why?"

The way you listen to your mouth as if it were a child, Netuark asks Grandor.

"It's the highest" wise man "in our country, Netsuark Saxfawn, so think for yourself"

Laughing with his nose, Grandor puts a hand with a white armor on the door.

I'm just asking because I don't know when to think about it.

Following behind her best friend in a white outfit, Grandor opened the door when Netuark told her to blur.

"Then you can ask Lily or Ars.

Those two will answer you in no time if you ask. "

That being said, Grandor leaves the stripper, scratching his foot with his foot pockets on the nose of the grass that was on the side of the door.

He opened the door wide, so in the meantime Netuark continued sully, scratching his head again.

When Arsene opened the door to the bedroom where she was waiting, she had just finished eating the porridge Martha, who was making for me.

He was greeted with a gentle smile as he carefully cleaned out the dishes on the tea table, noticing his friends back.

"Both Grandor and Netourc smoke, that was a long time.

I finished my meal in the meantime. "

"Arsene, it may be toothless porridge, but why don't you eat a little slower.

Especially since you're sick right now. "

After finishing painting incense on Netuark's back, maybe less than 10 minutes in time.

In the meantime, Grandor looks sinister at his best friend, who is not feeling well.

"Excuse me, please take care of me. Breakfast is like a military occupational disease."

I bowed my head in such a way that Arsene was sorry.

When I saw the junior bowing his head, "That's not what happened," Netuark slapped Don on Grandor's big back, opening his big mouth.

"Well, that's okay. Alsen's job is to recover. If you're too considerate, you're gonna get heavy."

Grandor shut his mouth to this one word, and Arsen grinned bitterly, gazing at the two seniors.

Then watching the ritual outfit, Arsen noticed Grandor trying to get up and called out to stop it.

"Arsene can stay seated, I'll let the eagle go over there.

Is there anything wrong with your clothes?

Grandor looked at his body zazzled and reviewed his outfit.

"Yeah, just a little uncomfortable."

When Grandor started moving to the side of the chair where Arsen would sit, Netuark said he had been contacted by a telecom, which he was removing from the chest of his green coat.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Answering in the usual light tone, he's only rounding his eyes a little.

Then he put the gesture out to Grandor and Arsen, "I'll just talk a little bit" with his hands, and moved towards the corner of the room.

It was unusual for Netuark to seem purely surprised, and Grandor stood in front of Arsen, who sat in a chair as he gazed at each other.

"It's also unusual for Netuark to look like that......

Grandor, you, have you grown up since you've been here for a little while?

With a nickel and a smile I can tell, I sit in a chair and look up at Grandor.

"Well, I don't think he's growing any taller."

Grandor also twists his lightly thick neck, pointing a "ho-han" smile at Arsene for the outside.

After smiling at each other for a while, Arsen broke his smile first and looked up at Grandor with a sharp gaze.

And rarely, Grandor deflects his gaze from the green eyes of his best friend, who likes them because they are beautiful during normal times.

To a "senior" distracting from his gaze, Arsen sighed small like an adult who found the child's cute flirtatious.

"Grandor, I will not delude you about Netuark.

Well, if you're a bad friend of Netuk's, you might want to meditate on what Grandor does. "

Arsene heard from herself and knows that she used the expression "bad friend" because she described it as "best friend" and Grandor perfectly now, but when she was younger she was a hell of a "mess".

"I don't know what kind of flirting you do, but why are you" planting "something under your outfit?

That's what Arsen said, burnt on his best friend's day, now Arsen touches a large, martial bone hand with his armor fitted for the ritual.

Then I was convinced that Grandor was still doing the planting under his outfit.

"You know I don't like it when I'm hard on you, right?.

If the ritual is over, it will be ready for you to undress immediately. That's all. "

"Really, is that all?

Grandor's heart hurts only a little when he is looked up from Alsen with suspicion and a "worried" look.

I should never have been distracted by Alsen about Eliphas "condolences.

This, in a sense, equates "command" with regard to this measure to an absolute order by the King or the appointed Netsuak.

If you're doing something to Himitsu in secret, it doesn't matter until you're "suspected".

However, it must never be perceived as a "condolence" that restores Arsene's best friend's existence.

Grandor stays stuck in words, and the word breaks between Arsen and the two of us.

Netuark, who is making any contact in the corner of the room, also seems to have felt disturbing air between the two of them, lurking his eyebrows lightly while having a conversation on a telecom.

"If Grandor is not injured, etc. in connection with the planting.

I have nothing to say. "

In the end, Grandor and I are also best friends, but Alsen, who has an admiration, turns up the sound first without withstanding the silence.

Alsen knows that even if Grandor ever stubbornly passes opinions, he doesn't shut his mouth and say anything because he really doesn't want to.

There's nothing I can do to force myself.

But Arsen stopped talking to his loved ones because he really didn't want them to.

Sitting back in the chair and out of sight looking up at Grandor, Alsen starts cleaning up the dishes again.

"Alsen."

"Grandor, I'm sorry to interrupt. Hey, Arsen, I got an urgent question for you, okay?

When Grandor tries to speak to Arsen, Netuark pinches the occasional word with the comms in his hand.

A little bit of Grandor looks annoying, but the quality of my old friend's voice really smelled urgent, so I urged him to shut up and nod and continue the conversation.

"I'm sorry, I blocked the two love stories"

As he entered between Grandor and Arsen, he turned to the two of them as if Netsuerk were "still this" and seemed so sorry on purpose.

"Netuark, don't be ridiculous. Just ask me a question."

Arsene opened her mouth to the sage of colour, but in her heart she was honest and just a little grateful.

Because sometimes I get angry at what the infidel Netuark says, but it's far more than hurting Grandor.

Knowing or not, Netuark asked Arsen a question after stopping behaving "tea-eyed" instead of kidding himself.

"I also asked His Majesty the King to send me permits and luggage to use the" descent "technique by express flight from the King's capital.

So, I packed my bags and handed them over to Rico's side, who will do the surgery this time, and asked him to confirm them.

The permit says the name of the person who used the descent technique is "Alsen Padrick."

This time, Rico asked if the name there had to be rewritten to "Liquorice Label" because she was a user? I'm getting confirmation. "

To the question entrusted to him by Rico and the others in Netuark, Arsen speaks out, oh.

Apparently, being asked that question was usually something that occurred to me, and I began to smile and answer it gently.

"No, please stay" Alsen Padrick "there.

"Permit" is in a way like a "pledge" with the Spirit Gabriel.

The "person who can make the descent" is fixed, making it easier to "descend" by unloading the "force" without blurring.

So don't move your name on the permit. "

"Well, if that's the case, then keep the name of the permit" Arsen Padrick. "

With the comms in hand, Netuark confirms, Arsen nods silently and continues to talk about "permission to descend".

"By putting on the clothes I use with Rico of unlimited quality this time, we will be" surrogate descendants "in a state where Tsuji is aligned."

When Arsen said that much, now a voice interrupt enters from a comms machine held by Netsuerk.

"Nah, dear Arsen, what you're saying is so confusing!

"La, Lai!

I was familiar with it if I tried it on Alsen, two voices came through.

And to Rye and Rico's voice, the three heroes were unwittingly grinning.

Rye, simply put, "Keep your name intact."

Unexpectedly, Grandor says,

"Nyah, I want you to say it like Gran Ochan from the beginning!

and the reply came back and Rico smitten again! And I was in a hurry.

"Lai, Lady Arsen explained what she was doing to you."

"Never mind, Mr. Rico"

With a gentleman's grin, Arsen replied to Rico's words.

"So, is this okay to call for confirmation? Mr. Liquorice?"

When Netuark tries to finish his communication, he can hear the sound of a rushed atmosphere on the other side of the radio in Russia.

Arsen and Grandor look at each other, and Netuark has an indescribable face.

If you're on a "mission" Netuk, you're likely to move on to the next course of action if you're done with communications, but you're clearly hesitant to do so.

"What's wrong with that side or Netuk?"

When Arsen speaks out of doubt, the "answer" returns from the comms that Netsuerk has.

"Nyah, Lily, gut it out."

Arsene and Grandor smiled when they heard such a leak of Rye's encouragement.

And this one, too, sends a "good sign" with two thumbs up toward Netuark.

"Oh, that Netsurk."

"Oh, yes, what is it"

First of all, Grandor is about to burst into laughter at the nervousness rising "Minagi" Lily's voice with a gruesome Netuark attitude.

So that Alsen could follow it, this one held his mouth and laughed, with the hands of the empty one, pulling on Grandor's outfit, encouraging patience.

'I'll be home as soon as the ritual is over in Lobrow, so I know I won't see you again.

Then let me thank you one day for helping me when I was about to fall in the courtyard when I was in Wang Du.

I'm practicing the "semi-ripe boiled egg" that Netsuruk says he likes by then.

So eat sometime '

"Ma'am, I'm very busy with my work, so I was good earlier, but I can't guarantee that I'll see you in Wang Du, let alone get a treat."

Arsen and Grandor laugh at the words of Netsuruk.

Turn the thumb of the hand that stood at the Good Sign down simultaneously, even the top of the Buddha facing the colored person.

Netuark turned his back and scratched his head galloping at two of his best friends like that.

'Yes, I listened to you earlier. But if you're practicing, can't you?

Without making a sound, the colored man sighs and finally takes root and speaks to the comms machine.

"Well, if it ever happened to be the king's capital.

But I really don't know if I'll see you.

I'll never see you again. "

When Netuark was about to say that much, he was gently slapped in the head from behind.

Come on. Come on.

When he switched, Arsen watched Netsurk in his face when he preached.

'Yes, thank you! I'm just glad you said that.

Sorry to come in between your work stories'

"Okay, we're out of comms."

Following Lily's very bright voice, Rye's light voice cuts communication.

"Man, on the other side, it's like Rye's doing some liquorice or lily fanning."

After confirming that the correspondence was over, Grandor laughed and said, looking at Arsen in the atmosphere to begin the sermon and Netuark receiving the sermon.

However, the sense of urgency with Arsene, which had existed earlier, has also seeped out of Grandor.

"Netuark, I understand you don't want to lie to Mr. Lily.

But you won't have to dare deny it again and again.

If Lily is exposed to you, it will only hurt her.

I'm telling you the possibility of not seeing you properly once, so you should avoid the topic around there and talk to him, right?.

Don't you understand how important it is to feel that you might meet someday? "

Alsen, on the other hand, is quite outraged by Netsurk's attitude toward Lily, who is a "cute re-cousin".

Keeping his comms gripped by Arsen's sermon, Netsuerk was scratching his slapped head again.

"Arsene's" maiden heart "is balsam-inspired, so please accept the word."

Grandor, who completely regained his feelings, says with a laugh.

Then Netsuerk accidentally looked up.

"If you say" maiden heart, "then Arsene would know?

I may just remember, but I do feel like the cosmos flower word meant something other than "maiden's."

I answered a really sudden question, even as Arsene rounded her green eyes.

"What's the matter, suddenly?.

Yes, the flower words of Cosmos are now famous for the sincerity of maidens and such, but the sources may be "order", "decoration" and "beauty"... although they do?!

All of a sudden, gnawed, Netuark held Arsen tight.

"Become?! What is it!!"

"Netuark, what do you do!?"

Arsene and Grandor gave a simultaneous voice of surprise, but every time the sage of colour puts a familiar "infidel infidelity" smile on his face.

"Though I really had too many thoughts already and thought it was a pain in the ass.

If we have quite a few pawns over here, maybe we'll "clean it up" a little easier.

Thank you to Alsen's parents, Balsam and Angletham, for educating us to become familiar with "Maidenheart"!

Gyu Netsuruk also hugged the person he was instructing to rest for once.

"It's fine to be appreciated, but let it go!. I don't fold my cheeks!

That's all I was told, I finally just let go of my head and laughed with an unfaithful, unfaithful face with the same face, and asked.

"Oh, if I hug you too much, Grandor gets angry?

"How come the name of the eagle comes up there?

Grandor's response to the bitter laughter was good (?), so Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Suddenly let go of his body, Arsen let himself out of balance just a little bit, and Grandor rushed over to his side to grab his arm and support him.

I saw that, and now I laughed nicely.

I'm sure you'll be all right with this pan.

Netuark puts his hands on his hips thinking so.

"Well, I can do another errand, so I'll go first.

Grandor, I asked for a deduction rate for all the rituals.

Oh, Arsen, do you have a goodbye kiss?

Once away, he tries to really put his face closer to Arsen's by the side again.

He held the lower half of Netsuruk's face with his white hand and pushed it back as Arsen "only" his face, feeling something strangely floating.

"I don't know why you're in such a good mood, but calm down!

"Ahhhhhhh, then I'm really not going to go first. ♪ Whoa ♪ Forget something!

Got the red and black coat that was on the bed, and now it's really time to get some distance, and Netuark moves on to the window of the room.

"Oh, hey, Netuark?! You're going through the window?

When Grandor asked with Arsen in his support, Netsuerk opened the window at the same time.

"Oh, it's faster to get to" over there "from here."

When I answered that, I let the green coat tumble into the wind entering through the window and put my foot by the window.

Turning just a little back and looking at two of his best friends, he shows the side of Ni laughing again, and Netuark disappears across the window.

The strangely high-tension Netuark was giving Arsene and Grandor the feeling as if a sudden little storm had passed by.

"What the hell is it, that weird float in Netuk?!

After the floating person disappears from the window, Arsen makes a grand, frightened voice.

"Well, it was better than being nervous and stiff before the ritual.

When the correspondence arrived earlier, he was strangely nervous because Lily had contacted Netuark in his ear.

In front of her really important "niece," Grandor smiles at her best friend, who gets nervous even over the comms when she looks like a person.

"Yes, he was deluded at Cosmos, but the man told Mr. Lily,"

Alsen faces again, holding his arm in symmetry with the smiling Grandor.

"Well, thanks to that, I was able to hear the words."

"Was there a good word?

Surprised by Grandor's remarks, Arsen looked back again round his green eyes and looked up at his best friend in a ceremonial outfit.

"Sort of. Well, suppose it's time for me to go, too?

Because Netsuruk pushed me to play the role of a ritual pull. "

"Really, then." Rituals. "Be careful, Grandor."

"Oh, Alsen rest at all costs.

Yeah, I need you to keep one thing, okay?

"Are you painting incense? If that's the case..."

"No, it's not. Surely from Netsurk, I would have kept a sewing case of Maple's shapes?.

I saw it when I was tweaking Liquorice's costume, so I thought I'd keep the troubled items if I lost them. "

To Grandor's words, Arsen nods as he is convinced.

"Oh, is that what you mean? Yeah," Make sure you keep it because I'll be back, "I left my sewing case.

In the case of Netuk, it was like a child who had to be destroyed. "

Listening to Arsen's words, Grandor wrapped his tongue around Netuark in his heart.

It seems that Netuark was already ahead of what Grandor had in mind.

Alsen wouldn't even think about the possibility that Netsurk wouldn't come back if he deposited Maple's shapes.

Alsen believes that the colored man will come to receive whatever his wife has to say.

(Let me use that feeling, too)

"Depositing is not such a big deal as shaping or anything.

Well, that's something you never want to lose. "

That said, Grandor, I removed the gold bracelet that was fitted to my left wrist.

"Grandor, are you going to get your bracelet removed?"

A little bit of Arsene looks complicated.

Alsen looked complicated and worried because the ritual situation and the bracelet were not as harsh as they had to be removed.

And to show that the worry was worrying, Grandor shook his neck sideways with a laugh.

"No, I'm going to wear my bracelet. It's" alignment "because of it.

This is what I want Alsen to keep. "

So he pressed Arsen's left hand against his hand, and the removed gold bracelet against his palm with a ton.

Then the feeling of something falling cologne from the inside of the gold bracelet spreads to Alsen's left palm.

"Grandor, this is"

"Also, one day when I met Eliphas, I prepared to give it to him when I was with Arsen.

I was hoping Eliphas would take this too. "

On Arsene's white palm, a silver ring shone.

"Oh, I'm sure Eliphas will take this,"

To the newly engraved letters inside the ring, Arsen had a gentle and beautiful smile, worthy of being regarded as an angel.

"The second kamikaze dance of the ritual was intense inside.

Practice is good because it's indoors, but the "real place" is the place.

If I drop it, I want Alsen to keep it because I'm afraid I won't find it again. "

When Grandor tells the reason, Arsen nods and grips the ring in the sense that it is the most.

"Yes, if that's the case, I'll be happy to keep it. Grandor."

To Arsene's smile, Grandor also smiled back.

Desperately Grandor McGaffin makes a smile at Alsen Padrick.

(I want you to keep holding on to Alsen's chest the feeling that "there may be a day when I can give it to Eliphas" even if the chance to give it to him doesn't come forever)

Grandor has now made a lie that will last a lifetime.

(If you could even penetrate a lie, the day might come when it would be "salvation")

It wasn't like Grandor had never seen the "lies" that saved him.

And when I create a lie that will be "salvation," my best friend, who is mostly a sage of color, is finished with "Shira".

"So long, Alsen. Leave a message."

Without breaking his smile, from his dear best friend, Grandor turned himself over and turned to the front of his body towards the door that led him outside while inserting his bracelet into his wrist.

"Oh, just wait a little while to fit the bracelet. Anyway."

Arsene stops trying to fit a gold bracelet in her wrist.

Arsene took out the gold ring she had removed from her chest to paint the incense for a "vow" she really wanted to make with her best friend, who was already trying to make her way to the ceremony.

"Can you swear?. It may not be possible not to get hurt."

- Arsen.

Alsen knew the planting under the ceremonial outfit was meant for Grandor to "fight" when he touched his hand earlier.

After the ritual, Grandor must have known that his old "bad friends" would fight something, and that he was going to help if anything happened.

I don't know if Netuark will accept that.

"Be sure to come back"

When I said that, I lay the gold bracelet from Grandor over the gold ring at Arsen's white fingertips, and the clear sound spread throughout the room with Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

"Oh, let's swear I'll always come back to Alsen Padrick.

Then I'll bring back all my best friends, your precious godchildren, the fucking kids who will be my son, the bustling women at work, the lords and the people of this territory. "

"Grandor"

Alsen unexpectedly makes a real smile at his best friend who rolls all at once.

"And when I come back, I ask for that smile."

After a smile showing his fancy teeth, he gave him a gentle smile with his mouth shut.

In order to close the vows, the bracelet and ring are layered again, and a cool, clear sound spreads through the room.

And now it is time to place a solid gold bracelet in his arms, on which Grandor wears a white armor, which is a ritual outfit.

"Okay, I'm coming"

That's what I said, I turned my back and walked out towards the door.

"Take care"

Listening to the voices of the drop-offs, Grandor looked back just a little and raised his left hand.

Its best friend's casual trick revives more than two decades of memory.

"Bye, Balsam, Alsen. I'll be there. '

(Oh, you did)

After opening the door and Grandor leaves, Arsen thinks again.

(I still admire Grandor because I'm holding "Father" on top of him)

Even though the face is made differently and the language is used differently.

Speaking of similarities, I used to burn my skin in the day--

(Does it seem sensible and strange that you don't know things?)

Arsene laughed cously, holding on to the silver ring she had deposited from Grandor, and once again fitted the gold ring into her left pharmacopoeia.

In fact, Alsen had heard more from Balsam about his father's "Anglecomb proposal".

When Arsen was recognized by the country as a hero.

She was a younger cousin and informed by the king's dagger that it was to tell Balsam that the blood of the "hero Anglecum" remained firm, and she stopped crying.

When I stopped crying, I realized that my son, who was just adorable and dear, had grown up fine.

The words that overflow from my son's lips certainly inherit the cliché of his beloved.

I could spot Angletham and myself alive in Arsen.

The time I've been building with my loved ones is "left".

I realized that, so I told my heroic son why Angletham and Balsam were tied.

"My husband - Master Anglecomb said he was the prime minister of the devil, but when I tried" me, "he's like a lovely, really cute, sweet angel, Mr. Arsen."

And without knowing "what gold means," Arsen couldn't believe it first when he was told about giving Balsam a ring and proposing.

♪ I can't believe you're proposing without even knowing what that means ♪

I didn't even remember the same thing when Grandor did it to me, but now I do.

(Am I still overlapping my father with Grandor and admiring him?)

When Alsen thinks about it while waiting for his best friend, a bell rings that can reward someone for visiting the room.

(Who would that be?)

Grandor doesn't have to ring the bell.

(Lily or Ars paying your respects?)

I have just been contacted through Netuark.

The possibility of Ars also floated, but it's hard to imagine it coming between now and the start of the mission.

Most importantly, that's what I taught myself.

(Who the hell is that?)

Arsen weaves his jacket of military uniforms in the closet.

And I took care of the valuables I kept from my best friend, and delivered them to my chest.

(Gloves, that's enough)

I keep the ring on, but even if they see me, there's nothing wrong with Robrow.

Faces from King's Capital other than Arsen should already be on their way to the ritual...

With that in mind, Arsene opens the door to the guest.

Then I bow my head deep there, there was the "old man".

"Dear Padrick, I was very late to say hello because I was feeling sick.

I am the butler of the Vinegar family, my name is Rock. "

With that said, the old butler raised his head respectfully.

"Are you Mr. Locke?"

An old man's figure touches the harp line of Alsen's memory, along with the memory of the words "gentle, kind, loving Mr. Rock", which Ato had given some name to during his walk.

(Have I seen Mr. Locke anywhere?)

A smile, a face similar to that "smile," where have you been lately?

"Arsen, long time no see"

A nostalgic voice comes into my ear again, as it is covered in the memory of Alsen, who is thinking.

And the voice surprised Arsen with the highest priority.

"Eliphas."

Soon, Eliphas stood behind the old butler wrapped around a dress in two colors, white and black.

He once said himself, "It's an eye poison to a young man," in a luscious looking dress utilizing his rich breasts.

"Alsen, this man is my beloved, and he can finally be on his side."

That's what I said, stared at the old man like I loved him, and put my hand on his shoulder.

The old butler opens his mouth again while Arsen is surprised and unable to speak.

"My wife." For a long time, I was able to enjoy my time alone because I had a good friend, Alsen Padrick. "

"Really?"

When that's all Arsene finally said, there's a rattling sound.

"So, always will be"

Eliphas was pointing a silver muzzle at Arsene.

"Really, love it, Alsen"

A creeping bursting sound echoed the new lord's residence.