Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Along with the crushed and killed bursting noise I've heard a few times already just today, a bullet fell through the muzzle and hit the tip of a paper plane that was trying to aim at Shut.

The bullet did not penetrate the paper plane, he shrugged his pointy cuttoe and just tried to pierce it over the door of the entrance to the room of the lock, plunging it into the wall and stopping.

"- What? You're starting to feel like I'm the one who's been roughing up Mr. Rock's room the most."

Stu looks up at the wall above the entrance, with the paper plane sticking with the gun in his hand, thinking he was just a little sorry for the shooting.

Then with the wind entering through the window that had opened up, what was a "purple-dyed paper plane," which was starting to stick up on the entrance to the locked room, fell to the floor, shaking sharply.

Stu pulls the shooting iron again and slowly walks over to the purple pieces of paper that have fallen to the floor loaded with bullets, pointing at the muzzle.

"You don't know how it is because you don't like magic. Yeah, but you think you're okay now?

The gaze asks the "gun", who is similarly pointing at the muzzle, while still pointing at the purple pieces of paper that fell on the floor.

"I was built for Julian, who can't do magic at all?"

You think I can tell what magic is about?

Shut laughed with his nose and cautiously approached the purple scraps of the gun.

Step at the tip of your shoe first while putting up your gun so you can fire at any time.

It sounds just like when you step on regular scraps of paper.

Once he swallowed his spit, Stu reached out as he had decided to, touching it with a trembling hand on purple paper chips.

Then in the scraps, there is something gleaming.

What is it?

The gun also suddenly talks to me about whether Stu has confirmed what he saw.

Stu, I think it's gonna be okay. "

Brilliantly translating claims equal to what he had said earlier, "I don't know about magic," he declared the "safety" of purple paper chips, which the gun would have attacked by its magical action.

But Shut didn't say a word of sarcasm about the "flip," but he listened to the gun silently and honestly and put the muzzle down lightly.

Close to the right side of the paper, kneeling and still having a little bit of heat in the barrel, so instead of transferring the gun to the uninspiring, Stu is carefully spreading the purple paper chips.

- Stu? "

I react to the "Lord" who honestly embraced his word with a surprise, like the gun clapped out more the other way around.

Just sht carefully stretches out the paper that is silently falling on the floor, even as he realizes how such a gun looks.

What's wrong? Stu would have said, "You know, you weren't familiar with magic earlier, were you?"

Shto does not respond particularly to the call for guns, which are somewhat obsessive and speak to distractions.

"No, simply because you're older than me with a" gun ".

Besides, even if I didn't know earlier and now I know something, I don't know if it's funny.

Oh, is this the opposite direction of the letter... "

Making him look like he wasn't even bound by the distracting attitude of the gun - Stu was carefully spreading the purple paper that was like a piece of paper, and when it came from him, he realized it was upside down.

To make the text easier to see, play the edge of the light paper with your fingers.

The moment I played the paper with my fingertips, from the paper I rotated on the floor, something that I saw glowing earlier popped out of the paper scraps for centrifugal force.

"Oops."

Stu didn't think of it, and like a conditional reflex, he held it down with his played fingertips.

"Looks like I should have been more careful with the" it "I held down with my fingers than with paper...

Looks like you're okay. "

Hold the object "you better watch out" with your finger, and hold the gun in your left hand for just a little bit.

Looks like he also had a fever from the obvious barrel, so he complained firmly this time while delivering it to his belt again.

"Say it quickly, you say that!.

Looks fine, though.

So, what the hell? Scorched, bent wire?

Lift your pressed fingertips and see an elongated burnt metal object as you roll with your nails.

"That looks like burnt wire because you got bullets.

Maybe it was a needle. "

"" Needle, "is that it? Use it when sewing?

Listening to the gun's words round his eyes, Stu observes carefully what appears to have been a "needle" at his fingertips.

It is bent, but it is true that one end is sharp and pointed and the other is missing, but there is a very small hole for threading.

"In the magic of the eastern country, when the everyday things used get old, if you don't mourn and appreciate the things you used well, then it's easier for the Demon to live in it.

However, they may use it as a tool for curses.

Maybe, for some reason, you planted this magical paper plane. "

"Does the old thing have a heart?

I wonder if there is a difference between a mourning god and a position that was or was not taken care of.

You're old, but I'm glad Mr. Julian and Master Eliphas took care of you. "

Would you mind not having a series of "old"?

Reward the needle that it may be an earlier hazardous material, then look at the object at your fingertips.

If I sht it, I don't know what the gun means by "ma" or "jubz," but somehow I saw some "reason" for the "not good" planting - purple paper and found out.

"Hey, Mr. Locke, are you buying so much resentment?

If you take a clean look at the purple scraps, there are round holes in the area where the bullet penetrated, and the edges of the holes are burnt black because they were shot at close range.

Still, however, it was possible to discern the contents of the letters in a straight line, as if they had been drawn by statute, written in white ink dedicated to it on purple paper.

[You cut the back. Grievance]

Some of the letters in this world that said "resentment" were just pierced and burnt, but I knew for sure what the letters meant.

And the words come with unspeakable pity when they are also known to be directed and delivered to the Lord of this room.

If I try to sht it, I still have the image of a grandfather who is gentle with Rock and tough with his job, and I can't have a bad image of Ning Luo.

"Um, I didn't really see Rock and Julian talking about it.

I think a butler named Locke would do something to buy grudges, even if there was a difference of opinion in interpersonal relationships. "

I don't know if you guessed how Stu felt like that, but I was really happy with the gun language that made me feel labored this way when I said I got paid earlier.

"I trust you, but I don't trust you.

But if you say so, I can believe Mr. Rock is not a bad person. "

He reacted to Stu's words like he rarely jammed (stuck) to the habit of a revolving magazine gun.

- It sounds like you had some subtle rhetoric about me. "

But soon let Stu's words include a nuance similar to bitter laughter, and the gun goes on with purple paper.

"Sent to Rock, this creepy letter.

I'm probably writing using letters like this that I pulled in the rules to keep the handwriting from being traced.

And that's a hassle if this letter appears on the table, someone who threatens to crack his identity with a handwriting. "

"You mean the sender of the letter writes so distinctive letters?

The gun again overflowed with bitter laughter at Schutt's slender interpretation.

Though there may be.

What I came up with was whether the person who sent the letter, once publicly (oh, my God), was involved in the remaining cheap "country work" of the record.

And in keeping with that, maybe the "army" had a place in it.

Julian has received letters from paper planes similar to this.

Though it was a sneaky, white paper plane.

It was the disciples of the wise men who made us "gun brothers."

There was a "prototype" note, but it was exquisite, and I've seen you contact me with it.

And the disciple heard rumors of the wind that Gloriosa and the others had joined the army of a calm country.

Regardless of the shapes of children's toys by means of transmission, I also heard that communications using "paper planes" were immediately incorporated into the military as magic that would not intercept (boogie) information.

I don't know about these days, but I think they've treasured me a lot because I wanted to be part of the army. "

The disciple of the wise man who built the gun is Netuark, and what his Netuark made is heavily used in the army.

"That guy, I knew he did a lot of work, and he's good at it. What..."

(Though there are places where character is infidelity and infidelity)

In the meantime, praise is spoken, and the "difficult" part is not spoken, and Stutt remembers a man with round glasses, a colored man.

And now once, I looked at a purple paper plane that was lumped with magic other than transmission.

Netuark, who was a disciple of the wise, was also becoming a wise man again, and when he thought of creating tools that would remain in these shapes and continue to be used, Stu was also feeling immeasurable.

With emotion delayed, the "gun" begins to explain, confirming the sht looking at the product derived from the work of the wise man.

"So even after the army was discharged, including from school, it seems the management is pretty thorough.

If these "not good" methods are used, or once the books are placed in the army, and they carry scandalous loads with military skill, they must be tied promptly as the teaching side, or they will be invisible as the country where the technology was applied. "

Stu nods quietly and listens to the rest of the conversation because what the gun says seemed best.

"In other words, if you have written a letter until you don't understand this handwriting, you are doing these things until you find out who you are...

I wonder if they're doing something backwards. "

Stu thought calmly that the gun's view was one that was favourably interpreted to his side.

But if you mixed a sober thought with your native personality "sarcastic," then the person who flew a purple paper plane to Rock has been feeling like a "person" that seems a lot harder.

"So, Mr. Locke didn't betray you, and it's just going to mean they resented you and sent you such a" Jubbutz "inclusive letter?

"Um, I don't know what to do with someone I've never met, and I think so.

I wonder if Stu's "out-of-target resentment" doesn't mean it's too far away.

"No, I didn't even say" off target. "

As I talked to the gun, the purple paper through which the bullet penetrated and the written contents were somehow felt by very "small" objects.

At first, Stu had picked up something fearful at his fingertips, without hesitation, and had even begun to stare with feelings similar to pity.

(Because you have the power to "tell," but it's silly and a waste of ideas to convey such dark feelings)

I think even more so by remembering my disabling brother, who was born to communicate with people and who can't help himself.

I thought to Him, knowing that Ato was better than a poor man with a poor heart, who couldn't communicate well and was ridiculed or laughed at by a heartless person, but had a derogatory and hurtful laugh at such a person.

"At least I get the impression that such a bad taste-colored piece of paper is deliberately a highly presumptuous letter of" resentment, "and that solitude seems strong.

- So Stu wastes his time and energy seriously taking someone he's not deeply involved with. "

I noticed the boy was about to come up with something, and the gun talked to him again so he could hold it back.

Stu is also hacked, remembering that it is not a matter of thinking about his brother now, staring at the letter again and inquiring about the gun.

"So you're saying you don't really need to take the contents of this paper plane?

"Well, that's where I don't know, Stu."

What kind of "betrayal" did Rock make the Lord of this letter...

Now, in picking up my "brother," is that "betrayal" to your advantage or disadvantage?

Was it just a disturbing and pathetic letter that didn't benefit you or give birth to you? "

On top of the last one being distracted, Stu pioneered the somewhat playful gun rhetoric, but I did think he was right.

Without fear anymore, Stu pushes a purple piece of paper into his pocket with a red and black coat.

"In the meantime, the stripping ritual, Master Eliphas and maybe Mr. Rock.

And remember that someone sent me this "Jubbutz in" letter, which is going to end in "Worry," and I just want to act on it.

Let's take this guy for once.

If I leave it in this room and another servant finds it, I can only feel bad a dozen years ago.

Besides, if I showed that sage the real thing, I might be able to crack his identity a little.

Because he wouldn't want what he built to be used like this. "

I don't mean to be considerate of Netsuark, but I thought it was normal for me to think that I didn't like what I built when it was misused to "help people", so I casually said it, but I think the sage who built the "gun" would have been the same.

Guns are the power to fight, not the power to hurt.

[No magic, no sword, no matter the technology of what you use.

It's the most dangerous and merciless weapon, so anyone who uses a gun must have the kindest heart in this world, more than anyone else.]

That's what Eliphas was taught as she was given her first gun and layered her limp, gentle hands.

(Maybe Master Eliphas told the same thing to Julian, the first "gun brother")

Looking at the gun that fits the belt on his hips, the "gun" doesn't even think that Stu is thinking about it, and puts his advice on the next course of action into words.

"Well, you just have to show it to that person. Besides, as far as the letters are concerned, I think you should have known, rather than not.

Oh, yeah, I'm going, why don't you go to Anglecomb's kid's room and ask that "kid" if he was awake?.

If you're an Anglecomb kid, you must be good at magic and smart. "

"" Dr. Ars "... don't call Master Arsen a child.

I'm sure you're not that old with Grandor or Sage, huh?.

Well, you look beautiful and young, and I admit you look belly black and smart. "

Didn't I tell you I was going to go hungry?

I've been thinking a lot about it, but Stu was stunned by this saying that called a good "fine adult" with a "gun," and he had accidentally returned that word.

The gun tries to feel into the returned word, then puts out the word, like a sigh.

"I remember most of Angletham's children's appearance when he helped his beloved father with a cry.

Before that, I can't forget how much I really enjoyed walking with my father.

In me, Anglecomb's child, his name is Arsen, and Arsen remains a little angelic child. "

Then when I sigh again, I "confess" to Stu.

"If you were aware then that it wasn't Anglecomb who was being targeted.

I still think I didn't have to make such a sad voice or face from that cute kid without losing my beloved father.

He seems to be a solid person, but if his father was with him, Alsen's life would have been better. "

"Guns" speak in a voice filled with regret.

"My power is to protect those who want to protect me, even without magic."

I am not going to console or encourage you any further.

Speaking to himself that way, Stu speaks to the "gun" as he closes the window he opened earlier in order to exit the locked room.

"Julian couldn't help but notice.

If you're after anyone, you don't think you're after a child who doesn't seem guilty. "

I made a noise with Kashan, and the window closed.

"Right. Julian had seen Angletham's work, which sometimes seemed harsh.

If you were after him too hard, you might have thought you could use a weapon like mine. "

"You're too attached to the ban, too, and you've got your mind on it, so it's tight.

If it's "normal," it's impossible. "

―――

The word "gun" pushed silently, but Stu grabbed the door knob in the locked room without a problem.

"For the convenience of men, to those who had no voice or heart, it is not something to give"

- If it was just a weapon, the "gun" on my hips would not hurt my heart to mourn the pity of an angelic child.

(Ma'am, there are other "circumstances" that seem to be confusing...)

To delimit his thoughts once in the "servant's room," Stu exhaled and closed his eyelids strongly and deeply.

I'm just gonna do what I gotta do so I don't regret this.

Set your gall back, open your eyelids at once, and focus on your mouth as well.

"So shall we go and see how Master Arsen is doing?

If you're off, stay put, and if you're awake, give me this creepy paper plane letter.

Ultimately, for the sake of your brother's recapture, Mr. Netsuerk and Mr. Apricot will have to "break into" after the ritual. "

To the word "intrusion," Stu leaves Rock's room daunting his feelings.

"It's like getting into a fight.

Why don't you figure out a few more ways to describe it?

"So can I make a mistake?.

Or is it better to "break into a duel"?

Yeah, I think I'd look better if I broke into a duel.

Much has grown accustomed to what seems to be a "hangover" with guns.

Running early down the hallway with such an exchange, I carefully closed the entrance to the servant's room - to the point where Schutt was breaking the door he had destroyed with his gun.

We moved on early enough to reach the location that had earlier become a split route to the VIP room.

Further down the corner, you can see a servant falling just halfway down the hallway connecting the VIP room.

"Martha said, is that the" broken heart "maid in the example?

As Stu put it, I could tell from a distance that the attire of a falling servant was maid clothing.

"If you leave a woman down, a man will be abandoned, Stu. Help!"

"You don't have to tell me to do that, and I guess the magic of the First Lords just works and you're sleeping tight, so stop that disgusting way of talking"

Responding with a sarcastic voice to the words of a somewhat tense gun, Stu rushed over to the side of the falling maid.

The maid is falling down on her bow, so she can't fit in and hugs her shoulder and leans back.

And check the person's face, and Stu rounds his eyes.

"Mr. Clear!?

Clear - at first it was the exclusive maid of Lily's room, who had been cold against the girl for doing something.

However, since the arrival of a line from the Wang capital, I can easily interact with the intimidation, especially from Dinfare.

Next, the beautiful "aristocratic" customer service from Wang Du was forcibly sidelined by his colleagues, but he was also briefly contacted by the words "face" of Arsen, a belly-black aristocrat.

However, thanks to Alsen's communication, the maid, who had until then been full of prick, had also softened her waist so much.

Ato and others had been lightly "Ijwal" out of the sight of Stu and Martha, and he was frightened at the same time by the maid who had become more gentle since Arsene arrived.

And for what I'm surprised, Stu is the same, with a slightly colder and clearer attitude, "leftovers" and a maid who had been staring at herself and her brother, even though she smiled with Nico during four or six o'clock as soon as Arsen nominated her for exclusive customer service yesterday, she pulled it off lightly.

The sarcastic butler apprentice said, "Like Clear's sudden revamping, he felt good and tender, so Robrow was hit by a sudden heavy rain last night, and the river was on the verge of rebellion?" But as much as I thought about it.

The maid now continues to sleep while being held by Stu.

The snoring (Ibiki) appeared to be unanimously rated "splendid" on the nose of "Cooker".

"I'm glad Master Arsen didn't see you asleep or snore."

The sarcastic boy was putting those words out toward clearance after finding out he couldn't hear them.

Instead of "leaning down," Stu rested his maid in the hallway to look like she had "fallen beautifully" on her back.

But as always, the snoring on Cooker and nose continues.

"... have you done all I can?"

Stu stood up after making the decision to give up more than twice as soon as ever.

He said nothing in particular about the gun that "resembled" Julian's personality, which seemed to be mottled "gently towards women," also decided that there was certainly nothing more Schutt could do.

"This maid was falling..."

"Well, he had other enemies in love, and he knew Master Arsen was resting alone -"

"Running out."

"Running out."

Stu and the gun said that at the same time and shut each other up.

"But a maid in this condition... once Martha told me to give up, someone with a gut trying to run away" broke my heart "and it was so spicy that I couldn't stand it.

I know it depends on how your heart is broken, but I don't think this maid is hurt enough that the technique that the first lord was supporting "for the pain that I can't stand."

Stu put his arms around the words of the gun and nodded at Yu (more) as well.

"Well, this maid - bad for Clear, but do you want to ask directly from Alsen and shatter the balls?

Or I don't think Mr. Arsen is going to give up "heartbroken" easily if he doesn't see it in his enthusiastic tolerance or in his interactions with someone who's going to be his lover. "

From Schutt, who knows her as the first tunken, "strong" in a bad way, I can't imagine first how much Clear is very heartbroken and saddened.

If there was a rival, "eliminate" him, but I don't think he's going to get into Alsen's side.

Sometimes Stu has his brother figured out, and he thinks somewhat mean to his ass, and the long-lived gun keeps calmly stating his thoughts.

That's right. So long, Stu.

I may be saddened to give up "the other maids" as Martha "advised."

Still, will it be rejected immediately and clearly by Anglecam's children?

Or, like Stu just said, I don't think I can accept that I'm "heartbroken" unless I show off my hot encounter with my lover.

People want to have a light of hope anyway. "

Same rhetoric, but I was deeply sympathetic, so Stu snorted convincingly again.

"That's another disturbing rhetoric... Well, I agree with you.

I certainly won't give up inside, and Master Alsen is really pretty on the outside.

Besides, you're kind and kind for what you normally do.

Because Ato, who is too clear about people's likes and dislikes, is so sorry that he became an angel when he became a picture book made by Julian.

Besides, it's impossible to be a lover with Master Arsen, but I guess I'm just happy to have a side view. "

Normally, I thought he was someone who just smiled gently and was on the spot, feeling calm and giving me peace.

You reminded me of my mother just a little bit, that kind of person.

"If you think Stu is good at giving up and thinking rationally...

Isn't that what the other maids thought?.

"You can just watch."

From the beginning, even if the lover was in awe and in love, there might have been a maid in there who thought, "It's just good to be watching," as I said. "

- What are you trying to say?

♪ No one's been hurt by a broken heart ♪

Unparalleled anxiety in this fact makes Schutt's heart tingle.

"I have a love affair with Anglecomb's child, even if I break my heart.

"No maid has ever had a heartbreaking heartbreaker than the first Lordship Robrow has done."

... Anyway, if Anglecomb's kid was actually a playboy and he had his hands on the maids in the shadows. "

Even Shto can tell that the last word I added was a joke.

Just kidding, he's trying to weaken Schutt's boiling anxiety a little bit, I know how to care about guns.

But it didn't seem to work very well.

"Ha, it won't..."

With a trembling voice, he stares at the VIP room where Arsene should be resting.

(So you're hurt by unbearable pain...)

"... Grandor, that's how you always say it like you're right"

He chewed his beautiful thin, well-shaped lips and let his white face and pitiful green eyes contain pity and anger.

By putting his sleeve through his olive "military uniform" jacket, he lost a lot of magic and was feeling weak inside, exciting himself to look healthy.

Stu had guessed it and felt it.

"Mr. Stu. Keep the porridge in your room as it will be well served when you return"

Compared to Alsen, I knew I was a child for more of my life experience and strength, but when I think of how it was then, the feeling that "this man must be protected" springs up in the sht.

"Stu, calm down!!.

If the magic of Pean Vinegar's first Lordship of Robrow was working, then Anglecomb's children are just normally resting on their bunks! "

Listening to the words of a gun that could be delivered to his waist belt, Stu ran out and grabbed the door knob of the VIP room with all his might, without checking the spiritual stones in and out of the room.

My gripping door knob turns smoothly.

At that moment, Stu engraves a wrinkle between his brows.

(… unlocked)

That's all that makes my feelings even more disturbing.

Stu, calm down!!

For the second time, the voice of gun suppression was also empty, and Schutt opened the door full of strength with the power of anxiety.

Then he rushes into the entrance of the VIP room, hands over his luggage to Netuark, grabs the door knob that leads to the room where he can watch Ars and Louis "breathe," and turns again.

This door knob also opened smoothly with nothing caught, just like the entrance.

It's not locked here, either.

Stu entered when he opened the door leading to the large room and flipped a red and black coat all the way to the center of the room at once.

Stop your feet where you can see the whole room.

Because of the sudden stop, the long forehead I was stroking behind me came down with a harrowing.

I lifted my forehead, which had been misleading anxiety, and then I shook my head haphazardly and pointed the gaze of my eyes, which was also seen as tough (unclear), towards the floor - below.

(If the trick is up and running when you're in this room, it could be on the floor, just like Martha)

Remembering that, if he fell, such as the shadow of the sofa, which is a conditioning item, or near the tea table, he carefully bowed down and carefully searched for Arsen.

"- Here, too, you're not here. Dear Alsen!!

If Arsen had been in the room, he was aware that he was behaving so disrespectfully that he could not be deluded.

Still unsettling to smoke his chest, Stu laid his hands on the door knob that led him to his bedroom as he vandalized his voice.

- Gacha.

(closed)

As soon as I find out I won't open it, I grab the gun handle (grip) that delivers on my hips belt and try to pull it out with the shooting iron on my thumb.

Just like when he was in the servant's room, he destroyed the door knob and the part of the key with a gun, and Stu was going to go into the bedroom.

Stu, settle down for once!

Instead of the usual accustomed and disturbed mouth, the "gun" in a voice containing calm and weight over the song praised the boy who was supposed to be the third Lord.

"... because!

- That man, gentle as an angel, needs to do something about the pain that breaks his heart, or the pain that his body can't stand, before he wakes up.

I just thought pity was too much, even though I really love it, I could delude myself into disliking it and discover the "angel" happiness of the picture book around the corner.

It's impossible that the person who became the "seed" of the story is suffering in "solitude," as Lily is worried.

When the barrel of Schutt's gripping gun was pulled out of his belt perfectly, the gun hesitated for a moment and maximized the voice only he could hear.

I won't allow you to take a weapon called a gun when you're in a hurry or can't afford it!

Shto's movements stopped as his body bickered the whole thing.

If it had been the usual disturbing tone, I would have kicked the gun's word "flattery," as usual, but the gun's word, which changed one's name, was heavier than expected for Schutt.

And that weight is bringing prudence and calm back to Stu again in my anxiety and bouncing mind.

Pulled out of his belt, he stares at the gun between the door to his bedroom and his own body.

"... I'll say it again. I won't allow you to take a weapon called a gun when you're in a hurry or can't afford it.

If you're dealing with the power of a "gun," if you forget that one bullet can easily take your life, and you're not ready, you should let go of the gun.

If that's how you use it, you're the one who'll regret it the most, Stu. "

He was still a harsh voice, but there was also kindness in the words he said to bite and include.

In Shto today, kindness is better than harshness.

The higher my shoulder, the louder I exhale.

I still can't wipe Shut's anxiety and worry, but there was no place left to make him feel "reckless".

"... I'm sorry."

When I find out that Stu has settled down, the gun apologizes to Stu.

"... why, suddenly, you apologize"

Lift up the gun, bring it to the front of your face, and a disturbed self-conscious boy distorts your license.

"You got so anxious because maybe I was talking a lot about" Anglecomb's Child, "" Like an Angel, "reminiscent of the contents of a" picture book "that Stu escaped from when he was just too young.

You said that Anglecomb's child was a "good adult," but you put words in my mouth that would bind me to my past.

Without realizing it, I think you were overlapping Angel of the Book with Anglecomb's children, who still had a sad ending. "

"... fine, though I can't even say it has no effect on that.

Because it's true that Master Arsen was so worried and disturbed that I don't know it either.

Besides, you're right. If the scheme did work, Master Arsen would not suffer - "

- Pichah.

Something sounds dripping through the bedroom door.

Stu rounded his eyes and shoved his ear against the door.

- Pichah, Pichah, Pichah.

"... the bathroom is definitely the back room of the bedroom, right?

If the trick was still moving while soaking in the water... "

The dripping sound of water seemed to have been heard, and intermittently, even between the words, the dripping sound entered the ear that was on the door.

"Either way" this happened "!!"

Even though I had just been praised for handling guns, I was only a little embarrassed by Stu for using them this way.

"That's good. Stu is calm, and there's a big name for him that his life might be at stake."

Hearing the gun put back into its normal use, Stu pushed the muzzle against the key part of the door knob and pulled the trigger extremely calmly.

With a blunt firing, Stu destroys the key part of the VIP room door.

I immediately grabbed the door knob with my left hand around chatter, but the door wouldn't open.

Tongue punch, hit the gunpoint again on the door knob and pull the shooting iron, followed by the trigger.

There was a heavy noise with the gatan, and now it fell off the door knob thing door.

"You're so sturdy for nothing"

No, no, no. This place has to be tough.

Saying as he got the nitrous smoke out of the muzzle with the silencer on, listening to the words of the gun, Stu kicked open the door severely with a missing door knob.

"... what the hell!?

The sight of Stu opening his eyes again was a bedroom full of mud on one side of the room.

The conditioner falls. The item falls in mud.

Both the hand-held car that had carried the meal and the dishes that had been put on it were muddy and scattered.

The only thing I could describe as "just muddy" was the closet used to deliver the package.

However, this closet even wears the most "mud" in a sense.

To describe a mass of mud exploded at close range, the closet doors are muddy and the floor is muddy, to the extent that it fits perfectly.

And the "picturesque" dripping sound was muddy water with a lot of moisture falling from the ceiling of this muddy closet.

"Ah, uh... Should I look at it from the bathroom after all?

Oh, yeah. As for water, I figured in case something happened... "

"Okay."

If I had "encountered" this place on my own in this situation, Stu would not be confident that his normal mind would have kept it.

Though I thought it would be better if the tools didn't have a heart, I was grateful that "gun" would talk even if I was distracted at this time.

We reach in front of the bathroom door, avoiding as much mud as we can from the quietly frightened VIP room.

This door is also slightly dirty by mud that doesn't know what or how it splashed.

The door knob turned sully.

"Normally, people in the bathroom lock up, right?. Then they're not here?"

"Anglecomb's son grew up a nobleman," right?

Maybe you should check it out because you may be indifferent to those places.

Sometimes nobility and general upbringing cause cultural shock there. "

"Oh, you are. You nobleman, is that how it is?"

Stu opens the bathroom door, feeling that he wiped his fright when he saw the muddy room, in a mouthful that felt like he was only kidding about the gun a little bit.

No "mud" damage has been caused to the bathroom and stripper because the door was closed.

And the atmosphere of someone inside, I don't feel it coming from the entrance either.

"... it doesn't look like anyone's in the strip room."

I can smell the cigarettes just a little bit.

"I wonder if Master Grandor was smoking here..."

Remembering Grandor, the only smoke lover in Wang Du's line, Stu goes on to strip.

There is a raised frame (or town), take off the shoes with just a little bit of mud and go inside and head to the bathroom.

Stu stops unintentionally on his figure in the mirror of a large sink on the way.

It was the first time I saw myself wrapped around my first red and black coat.

(- You're similar to the first generation...)

Looking at himself in the mirror only in a twitch, Stu heads straight to the bathroom.

Right now, apprentice deacons who worry about their customers are their top priority.

Don't you dare think about it, open the door that separates the bathroom from the stripper.

At the moment of opening, now capture the nose of the fragrant Schutt.

"In the bathroom, are you there...

The room is full of mud, and where the hell is Master Arsen... "

There were also signs of water buckets and chairs being used, but there are still no people.

Back to the raised box, Stu puts on his shoes.

"Muddy room, you should check it out properly."

Shto asks the gun he's placing on his belt as he taps the floor with a tongue at his toe.

"That's right. Did your daughter ask you to see if Arsen is resting properly?

"Well, I'm sure I haven't rested, so I need to find Master Arsen and get him some rest soon.

I can scold your daughter, and the gametsui sage may negotiate a price for the sage fee.

Oh, yeah. "

Stu looked back towards Kurli and the stripper and put his knee on the floor above the frame.

Then I crawl on all fours and reach for the sheds of cleaning equipment in the strip yard.

"Don't do that, just take off your shoes and go up..."

Stu, who had lived around the country, had taken a bucket of brisket stuffed with wes (disposable toothpick) in his hand when he responded with his usual tone by deciphering what he meant when he said in the dialect of the western region that he was blamed for not being sloppy from his gun.

"You can use this, right?

If it's a rag, you have to wash the mud again and again, and if Wes uses it and touches it from the top, his hands won't get dirty. "

"This is so flashy, I know you do need to explore the mud, but it's pretty tough, and it's really gonna get dirty?"

"Because it's hard.

"Don't insult the mud," he just told me recently.

"See, that's how I unconsciously look down again...

Mud is a substance that combines water and earth within the four great spirits.

It's hard for any plant to sprout inside without soil and water. "

It's not that Kaoru of Netsuruk is a good idea, but I think that the mud that never existed in this room is still related to the reason that Arsene is missing.

"Oh, yeah. I have to check one."

Stu grabs the brisket bucket handle and leaves the stripper.

Walk again careful of the mud on the floor and now push the door between the bedroom and the guest room that kicked open earlier with your hands.

"Sure, I don't think so..."

With that said, I quickly grab one piece of wes in the bucket, wipe the mud that was slightly attached, and then go back to the guest room.

What didn't happen?

"- Something that doesn't have an edge on guns." Sword resting place ""

Responding briefly to a gun question, this time it wasn't locked, grip the entrance door knob again.

The resting place of the sword provided in the VIP room was at the entrance.

At first glance it also looks like an object that mimics a branch with beautiful branched plum flowers, made of silver.

But this was where the sword rested in the VIP room.

If the sword rests there, the fine but beautiful branches are made to look like some sort of work of art that supports the sword -.

"I knew you didn't."

The beautiful plum branches of silver, ahead of Stu's view, supported nothing.

"So, the fact that there's no trace of mud from this place to the bedroom means that Master Arsen left the room, even before the bedroom got muddy."

(But then, things change... does that happen?)

When Stu thinks about why Arsene is gone so much from the room - a really tanned big man.

In this country, the same hero as Arsen, Grand Le McGaffin, comes to mind.

The "adult" who is also that gentle and beautiful "teacher of Ars" is not the one who breaks the determined arithmetic at will.

When it comes to reversing a decision, there must be a good reason, and Grand Le, my best friend, wants me to rest.

And if serious Alsen had reason to break his promise, Stu thought it was in the burnt hero that day, too.

(We were only caring about each other.

In this way, when the magic is very unusable and you are feeling sick, you can even take your weapon and leave...)

"Will something happen to Grand Le McGaffin?"

(If that's not something that seems dangerous, I don't think he's going to move until he rebuffs the math...)

He was called out of the gun when Stu summed up his thoughts that far in a short time.

So, Anglecomb's child... did Arsene leave the VIP room before the falling asleep trick started? "So far, that's the only way I can think about Stu.

"Oh, if the sword had left a weapon, I might go right back, but when I was taking it..."

Stu was that far away, cut the word.

Is it possible that Anglecomb's... "Arsen" could fight something?

I twisted Stu's neck and then put my arms around the word "gun", which tried to stop the first owner's best friend's son from treating him like a child.

"My weapon is you..." Gun, "so it's still easier to carry, but Master Arsen and the fine sword will weigh heavier than a gun.

Even if I carry it with my sword, I wonder if it would be a burden to Master Arsen, who is losing strength.

Or does a soldier have to carry a weapon at all times?

And even if I tell you something, there must have been a "comms machine," but I'm also curious that you didn't use it. "

"Isn't that because it's in the middle of an example" dredging "ritual?

But I knew there was a way to contact you even if you were away, but it's strange that you're moving.

Something I don't know is happening. "

To the sound of a gun with sympathy for Stu, just a little "person," Stu raised an eyebrow and scratched his forehead poly with his index finger.

"Not at all. But there's nothing I can do about it, and I don't have time for it, so get ready and go back to the muddy bedroom and find out."

Grabbing the bucket with Wes again, Stu never returned to his muddy bedroom with his will.

"So, where are you going to find out? If you don't hit it, I don't really want to think about it if I'm bad, but I won't be able to make it."

"Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about your" brother ".

In the meantime, my idea - I'm wearing a "hit," from there. "

Stu then stood in front of the muddest part of the bedroom "closet", not to mention Guchari and a large amount of mud snapping into the soles and sides of the shoes.

The fabric grips a thick waist on both hands and hands on the opening and closing areas.

"Even before Alsen leaves the room, I think I'll open the closet door once for easy support..."

To avoid splashing mud, even if the door was opened carefully and thanks to the fact that the specific gravity of the mud was high in soil components, the bottoms and mud fell to such an extent.

"- Huh?"

And when he opens the door, Stu captures the incredible with his "vision" and "sense of smell".

The first thing that came into my eyes was a uniformed jacket worn by more than the ranks of officers in this country, wearing an olive colour on a garment hanging.

"This is the military uniform Mr. Arsen wore..."

Though somewhat distracted by the smell, Stu also looked strangely at the clothes Arsen should have worn until he broke up earlier.

"By taking off his military uniform, did Master Arsen bother to change into his own clothes and then leave the VIP room?

"Alsen's face is too pretty and her outfit will be sophisticated, even if she acts covertly in her personal clothes, Robrow in the country. Well, on the contrary, I think she's going to stand out."

"- Right."

I nod at the gun opinion and look around again in the closet.

The garment was dressed in fur, which was Grandor's personal clothing, as well as in herd-blue clothing as a "hero" worn for the meeting.

There was also a travel bag downstairs, but what appears to be Grandor and Arsene is neatly placed.

Stu unconsciously decided to look into the military uniform that caught his "sense of smell".

Using it to open the closet, he wraps the muddy waist in one and releases it to the floor, and Stu makes sure his hands aren't dirty before touching his military uniform.

At the moment I touched it, another sensation that even tried unconsciously to avoid but confused Stu, the sense of smell - the smell I was used to sniffing - intensely caught Stu's nostrils again.

I accidentally struck my tongue and said "who I am" to the smell that I could no longer unconsciously mislead.

"Smells like gunpowder..."

Unexpectedly remove the garmented uniform, roughly, and take it in your hand.

Then the smell of gunpowder was still drifting from the uniform.

There's only one thing that comes to mind in this situation.

"Master Eliphas gave Master Arsen..."

Stu can't go on with his words until he says "I shot him".

"Stu, look closely at your uniform, though it may be tight.

I can't smell it, but where do you smell gunpowder?

Stu was hacked by the words from the gun, then nodded and lifted with both hands the shoulder part of the jacket of the superior made military uniform so as to put it up.

"There it is!?

On the left chest, there's a black, little hole.

"I knew Master Eliphas would take Master Arsen..."

Put down Alsen's uniform jacket, which he had as listed.

I can still smell gunpowder from a unique gun when I put it close to my face to see exactly where the bullet seems to have been shot.

About the time the wrinkles entered, Stu clenched his uniform.

"Even if Arsene was a hero, he was significantly debilitated, or his best friend, Eliphas, was caught off guard."

I heard from Netsuruk that Eliphas had a "long-sought romantic opponent who admired everything."

But I haven't heard about Arsene and Eliphas being "best friends".

"- What the hell, that." Best friend ".

Grand Lu and I have heard a lot of things, but Alsen was vague about his knowledge, but is he his best friend?

I mean, did the master shoot his friend, his best friend?.

A very dangerous weapon that can easily take your life, a "gun" that will take your best friend... "

"Stu, calm down.

Because you wouldn't have taken your life in the first place.

Look, isn't military uniform a little "bloody"?

Stu's emotions begin to dawn, and the gun stops brilliantly with the word "no blood".

"As there are many things that make emotions easier to daunt...

I wonder if you would have liked to have noticed as a gun handler whether or not blood was running.

Or is it still hooked that I treated Arsene like a cute kid?

"Oh, that, I'm sorry"

To the words of the gun, which seeped a little sarcasm, Stu utters words of apology to his partner, who can accommodate the belt.

That was because some parts of me were aware that it was easier to get blood on my head myself.

"You can apologize.

And about your best friend, you should ask Arsen later.

I can't really tell Arsene and Eliphas about their relationship.

More than that, let's take a look at the back of the military uniform Arsen was wearing.

"There's no blood in it, so there's no penetration."

To apologize for feeling too honest, did the gun feel like the smell intersects awkwardness, giving the following advice to Schutt and urging him to act.

"Oh well. Right.

Bullets don't penetrate. "

It would be a lie to say that Arsene and Eliphas' "best friend" relationship didn't bother them either.

But the place also seemed to have a good switch, and he immediately sounded like he had brought it back from the sinking atmosphere, turning the watch and back of his military uniform upside down.

In doing so, I felt something inside my uniform.

Hmm? and Stu makes a questionable voice about "something," but looks behind the uniform first.

"After all, there's no hole in the back.

And it didn't penetrate, so something protected Master Arsen from the bullet. "

And Schutt is convinced that the "something" is still left in this uniform.

I put my uniform back on the surface and then inserted my hand inside my jacket.

"Als' uniform has a different shape... and this uniform has an inner pocket."

As soon as the inner pocket hand is inserted, there are two sensations that touch Shut's fingertips.

I thought it was a round metal object, something like a small case of skincare from the feel, two of them, but I plundered something at my fingertips.

It's a familiar feeling for Stu, probably the bullet unleashed on Arsen.

Have you found out who saved Arsene?

Apparently the gun already figured out what Schutt was looking for, asks.

"I did, but I don't know exactly, so I'm gonna take it out of my clothes a little bit."

Stu gossiped and was taken out, the first thing he grabbed and took out was a pocket watch with a long life in it.

"You have a slight concave surface lid.

There's one more thing, so leave this pocket watch behind. "

In the meantime, drop it, don't even put it on mud and get dirty.

With that in mind, I carefully placed my pocket watch in the space next to where my closet travel bag was located.

The next thing I took out was a small case of "something" made of tanned leather with medium age.

Stu described it as "something" because the bullet was just in the middle of a square skinned case, so he didn't know what the case was for.

And the bullet misses piercing the skin case and stops only out to the tip of the bullet.

"This is what prevented the bullet.

So maybe the pocket watch lid behind the leather case also helped stop the bullet.

Is this why the lid on the table was slightly dented?

Thank God. "

Schutt thanked him for his leather case and pocket watch, which would have protected Arsen from the shooting.

Even if Stu just saw it, the old, dimpled pocket watch on the lid also touches and feels that some kind of skin case is used very importantly.

Seeing a bullet slip into the leather case slightly broke my heart.

"At least," he thought, picking the bullet stuck in the leather case and pulling it out, the space he was stuck in opened up and the sound of chatter and metal sounded.

It also looked like a coin purse, but it doesn't sound like coins from what I hear.

"Is the design of the lid maple -"

If you pull out the bullet, you can clearly tell that the leather case has a maple-inspired design.

And he carefully opened the case, holding the pulled out bullet in his fist.

"- This is, like, a sewing set?

There was a needle that was deformed because it received a bullet, a thread cut made of steel that was deformed, and a white thread wrapped around thick paper and a green thread.

I guess these three things were starting to overlap.

A few needles were broken from the middle of the bundle, and the thread-cutting hammer seemed to be the hardest part, rounded and dented so that I could see that I had received a bullet.

And the thick paper wrapped around the yarn seems to have been the most "good fight," and the yarn wrapped around the thick paper, while absorbing the impact of the bullet, seems to have been cut through a thousand pieces.

"Sewing tools - like a mother like this carrying... because she's like Alsen?

From the chest pocket of my military uniform, I was surprised because something too unexpected came up if I tried sht.

But it was still this set of sewing that made it decisive to save Arsene's life (I guess), so I look at the skin case with respect again.

I just really have a sht who remembers that because I saw my mother carry it around at an early age and somehow associates Arsen with my mother who feels the type is similar.

The mother died before the epidemic, loving her family and caring for her disabled brother.

(- It's okay, Master Arsen shouldn't be bleeding.

There's no way I'm losing my life)

I shook my head gently to make myself say and grabbed the sewing case of the skin of my hand.

Apparently, it was that sewing set that helped Arsen decisively.

The gun also apparently sees a leather sewing case, keep the word.

"It may be a coincidence, but in a way, that sewing case seems to be the best tool to save Alsen's life.

You should also remember Shut.

The traditional way to stop a bullet is to supplement the bullet with multiple fiber layers. If you say so clearly, you can take it with multiple threads. "

"Then what is it?

You mean like the guy with all this yarn wrapped around him, he folded over and stopped it?

"Right, get tangled up right, seal the motion.

However, if the yarn is not used correctly, it is immediately entangled.

On the contrary, at times they get tangled up, and when they realize it, they can't move, and sometimes it gets tough. "

"Right. When I have no choice but to sew, I get involved more than once, so I know exactly what I mean."

Thank you. I seem to recognize my "gun" differently from Stu's "yarn," but I leaked a fuzzy little laugh so that I wouldn't mind the gun anyway.

(There are a lot of people who think it's "normal," who wouldn't notice if they made the story abstract or "behind" the meaning.)

Stu laughs and contemplates the "self" stare, so with all the meaning of deception, the gun says.

By the way, Stu, can you give me a good look at that lovely sewing case?

"Oh, you probably saved Master Alsen's life, but now that I've looked closely, I feel pretty wasted.

It seems to have been used very carefully, so tanned leather has a very beautiful candy color, and the design is "maple," which makes it look great even in a sewing case. "

Originally, "Wild" - Stu, who likes wild dyed designs, looked at this leather case again and noticed that the design was something he very much liked.

I'll show you the case down in a position where the gun on your hips belt is easy to see.

"Really, that sounds like it was carefully used.

Designed by Maple Maple and Flower Words by Valued Thoughts?

"Again, I hear you've been disturbed by the word" maple "?"

I remember hearing the name "Maple" recently, even though the gun was stunned by the usual tone of words.

'- Oh, well. Eliphas is from Maple. "

Grand Le said in a nostalgic way, under the name of the wise man's "wife," a woman who was doing research for children with developmental biases, for people.

And the woman who was telling Eliphas about that education, who must have been a "friend" too.

It's an extra reckoning, but even if Netsurk was a coincidence, he had opened a sewing case of the design of this wife's name to Arsen, or if she was deceased, she had it as a shadow to Arsen.

"Did Mr. Maple protect you?

"Two friends", who were best friends, wouldn't hurt each other, even if something happened.

Above all, Arsene and Eliphas, to "protect" both somehow.

It's just a coincidence.

Even though I know it in my head, "I saved my life, the miracle of Maple's sewing case," so heartbreaking, I bounce.

(Really, even though the design of the sewing case and Mr. Netsuerk's late wife's name may just be the same from time to time -)

Even if the name is coincidental, the leather case did protect Alsen's life.

Stu has respect for a woman he has never met or seen.

Whether he dies or disappears, he is afraid of the power of cause and effect, protecting those who want to protect him.

Stu, what's wrong? Do you even know the word "maple"?

All kinds of coincidences overlapped too much, and Stu noticed that the gun had spoken to him.

"Oh, I mean, something's happened… now it's still a prediction, because it's a coincidence category.

It's all over, wise man - can I talk to Mr. Netsuark or Master Arsen, be sure, and then talk to him?

If it was really a coincidence, Stu clouded his words because it was true that there was something embarrassing about what he was thinking.

"Since it's all over? Well, I'm certainly in a hurry, so now I'm wasting my time talking, and I can't help it.

By the way, Stu. There's something else in that lovely sewing case. "

In a word of a gun, I calm down just a little bit of what I was feeling emotionally, and with it, I'm also small and surprised.

"Inside the sewing case? Is that some other sewing tool? Is that what happened?

Lift the sewing case that was more visible to the gun to a position that you can easily check.

"I guess it's because of the impact of the bullet.

There was something in the corner of the case that I could see.

But it's stuck in the back, so I don't know what it is. "

Keeping in mind what the gun said, Stu carefully explores the case with his fingertips, as he was shot, leaving a small hole penetrating the lid and bottom.

Then, sure, the tip of my finger touched something.

"You're stiff. It feels like it's some kind of metal... or a ring."

- The ring? "

I also felt the words of the gun shake, but Stu was distracted by the ring in his sewing case.

"Seriously, this is eaten into the edge of the case and pinched - and said!?

I scratched it at my fingertips on the edge of the ring, pulled everything I had pinched into my full strength, and it really fell out like a "spoon".

And because of the excessive force in it, Stu didn't even have to fall, but he lost his balance, mainly in his upper body.

"Don't!

"Only the Maple sewing tools can get dirty."

Only such an idea floats firmly in my head, and the sewing case does not overflow the contents, gripping it in my left hand.

The ring I scratched at my fingertips and removed because of it likewise tries to think about it and grip it in my right hand.

However, when I tried to wrap the ring around my palm, I opened my hand, so I missed piercing the leather sewing case I was holding and dropped the stopped bullet.

The bullet made a sound of topun and sank on a muddy floor.

"Ah. Let's pick it up."

Fortunately, I dropped myself on the toe of my shoe, so if I lifted myself out of the mud in good shape with my toe, I didn't have to muddy my hands.

"Before I do that, I need a sewing case and a ring for now... so who's the ring you think it's gonna be?

Struggling to fall, I opened my fist, which I gripped strongly, and there was a silver ring that kept the shape of a beautiful circle without deformation, even though it was in a case of leather that had been bulleted.

"It's silver, so it's family color, right?

So, including the sewing case, it seems that he had a wife once, Mr. Netuark's?

Grand Le and Arsen are single. "

Remembering how Eliphas used to laugh at the color lecture on the ring all the time, Stu sees a beautiful silver ring and simply thinks so.

"Didn't you dig any letters inside?.

That sounds polite, so I don't know if there's some kind of message or sculpture inside. "

"He said that again. You're familiar with the habit of mourning.

If you were so disturbed, how disturbed was the real Julian... "

Gently sarcastic, Stu said that, peeking inside the ring, the sound of a gun mocking Stu reached his ear.

"Oh, he wanted to be a family with his beloved lover, and he was so insane that he was thinking of making a silver ring by hand for a proposal if he could.

"When I found my life companion.

I had decided to melt this silver bullet, turn it into a ring and propose it to my heart '

What's the word? "

"What, so the silver bullet that's in you right now..."

Off his gaze from the inscribed letter on the back of the ring, Stu stares at the gun, which continues to talk as he arrives at his belt.

That's right, the bullet in my "inside" right now.

Even I, influenced by personality formation, laugh too hard at Julian's words.

- He's not sht, but he's disturbed and he's hungry. "

Julian Zaheto didn't forgive his "gun" for taking his life with a silver bullet he was going to dedicate to his beloved lover becoming a family.

Even though the silver bullet was begged, Stu, who did not know that he had "taken his beloved life," responded to other words among those spoken by the gun.

"I thought you liked it and were disturbed, but you were only" influenced "by it.

Well, fine, I was telling you something tough.

That was terrible, I'm sorry.

It was something I couldn't do myself.

With that said, Stu put down a soaked sewing case without contamination and a ring with a concave pocket watch with a closet lid.

(The words engraved on the ring don't have to be said yet until the gun asks)

The gun on his hips was confused by the apology Schutt casually said as he thought about it.

What's the matter, Stu?

I thought you'd give me back my painful irony. "

"Don't expect that because I'm a sarcastic person."

With a bitter laugh, Stu leaned down earlier to take out the bullet that sank in the mud and moved the toe of the shoe in the mud.

"I have someone super close to me who couldn't help himself."

- Oh, well. Ato. "

Shto nodded small as he searched through the mud with his fingertips.

"Well. Though Ato doesn't know what he thinks, if Ato is" normal, "he often thinks about it.

They have similar faces, but the atmosphere and stuff are definitely softer ato.

Compared to me, which is a mess and a bad gal, I'm sure I can take care of it in detail and it'll be hot.

But this is only what I thought.

In actual reality, you'll never get to see a "normal" ato - whoa, is this it?

Find the bullet-like object you dropped in the mud, dive the toe of your shoe in the mud, and put it on the part of your armor to take it out.

The mud was quite deep and heavy, even making a guppo sound when lifting the toe.

"Oh boy, you look pretty muddy"

In a foreboding procedure, he gave himself up and Stu picked up the bullet he had dropped with mud on his fingertips.

Then I take one piece of wes out of the bucket and open my mouth as I wipe that mud.

"There is never going to be a" normal ato "in the world, and there never will be.

There's really nothing I can do about it. 'Cause I'm gonna be ready for it myself.

Still, he's my precious family, and he's my brother.

If I don't remember correctly, I feel like there's only one more person left in this world, and I'm going to lose my precious family atom one day with all my strength. "

The muddy, dirty waist was thrown in the same spot as the earlier used waist, and the cleaned bullet was placed next to the leather case.

- I'm sorry, Stu.

"Why, now you apologize?"

When Stu laughed bitterly again, the muddy bullet was in a beautifully wiped form, glowing beside the leather case.

Staring at it, Stu opens his mouth again.

"I haven't remembered for a long time since you told me.

"Affected by personality formation," he said.

Ato, in a way.

I'm sure it was formed by Master Eliphas and myself, because if you look at Ato, he doesn't feel bad, even if it's his family's desire. "

Nevertheless, I recall something I should not forget, in the words of Grandor, who even knew it the first time I met him.

"Even Ato wasn't born this way because he wanted to.

If you can, I'm sure you have a lot to do on your own. "

Being normal means that you have the "potential" that you can manage if you work hard on your own.

But neither Ato nor the gun, not even words to describe themselves, because "I couldn't help myself".

"Of course there are still some parts of communication that are difficult, but those who understand about Ato will understand and accept it.

I'm not comparing happiness to happiness, but in my life, "I couldn't help myself", my brother felt like he was quite happy.

So, you're gonna expose me to a twist.

Maybe happiness is more than anything, but seeing the "normal possibilities" that might have been in Ato is all that matters, even if it never comes true. "

Stu glanced a little farther and took the dimpled pocket watch of the lid from inside the closet.

I'm telling you, I'm not dissatisfied with the way I am, am I?

From Stu's point of view, he may be a mourner influenced by the banning technique he doesn't understand.

Besides, whatever I say, I'm sure Ato is close to how I feel.

He might be angry at my sarcastic brother, like I'm mad at Julian. "

"Right. When my sarcasm sounds" mean, "" Brother Stu, you shouldn't Ijwal, Meh, "you say it right."

Then I pushed the dragon head (stem) cathartically but not openly, trying to open the dimpled pocket watch on the lid so as to switch the conversation.

"- That?"

I re-grip my pocket watch to wrap it with both hands from one hand and push the dragon head a few times, rattling, but it won't open.

"Shh. It's broken!?

I didn't break it myself, but Schutt is in a hurry because what he finds is deep and strong, make it a sewing case of Maple leather, make it an earlier ring.

"The lid is probably the only one that feels broken.

I'm not damaged, so I'm not in such a hurry.

But I think you should show that kind of precision machine to a professional without touching it so badly. "

He also seemed to switch his gun feelings to Stu's panicked voice, returning to things like the original "distracted but calming gun".

I was told the lid was just broken, and the hurried boy honestly listened to the advice and nodded cocklessly.

"Okay. I will."

I followed the words of the gun and put my pocket watch back in the closet where I rested earlier, just saying that I should not wreak it around any more.

"So, Stu, what do we do now?.

For now, I don't know why the room is so muddy.

Arsen has probably changed from his military uniform and left the room with a weapon.

And Arsen is under fire, but he's not bleeding, so it's believed he's not injured. "

"So, what do you think about the" in order "you just enumerated?

In turn, how was it in time?

"Yes, yes. Is this the best room for mud, or did Alsen change after the shooting?

Hey, I want to think chronologically. "

Speaking of which, Stu's a rough, messy guy, but he's a rationalist.

"Shut up. I don't have time for this, so think with me.

So, tell me what you think. "

I asked Stu to clarify how he was "trusting" but not "trusting".

"Hi. Well, I think mud is the last thing."

I stated my thoughts to Stu in a serene voice that made me imagine a favorite grandfather, whether it should be rarely called year-to-year for a gun.

"Then, based on what I just said, Master Alsen was shot by Master Eliphas at number one.

So, leave the master alone for now.

On number two, Master Arsen changed his shooting uniform, left his important things behind, took his weapon and left this room.

Third, there's a lot of mud for no reason. "

Stu checks on the gun as he looks over at the VIP room, which is getting muddy.

"Yeah, that's what I think.

That's all the mud, so if it's number one or number two, it'll stick to Arsen's uniform a little bit if there's "mud" in time.

But as far as Stu can tell, it doesn't look like it's sticking.

I wonder if that's because he was already dressed differently and his uniform was "evacuated" in the closet. "

There was no mud in the closet at all, so Stu snorted firmly at the gun idea.

And if Arsene knows more about guns, including their power, don't you think it's a terrible shock to you, mind or body, when you're shot?

Unexpectedly, the gun adds that and keeps the word going.

"Stu thought Arsen was out of this room before the trick was activated, right?

But I still think that Arsene was behind the shooting. "

Stu acknowledges this idea of a "gun".

"Right. That's what sticks the most in the stream.

Master Arsen is so called a hero that if the trick worked and there was no "pain" at all, he might have regained consciousness quicker. "

"Oh, sure, that could be it.

Even if they shot me, they were protecting me. "

To the words of the gun, Stu turned his gaze again to the goods resting in the closet.

"Still, the first thing to worry about is regaining consciousness... is everyone from the King's Capital participating in the ritual."

"Everybody," he said, but it immediately occurred to him that Arsene was the best person in Stu.

It's my convenience to lay "parents" on those two.

With just a few bitter laughs, the gun says the last small question left.

"As always, though I don't know who the mud is.

Apparently, this mud doesn't mean it's harmful to Arsene, so you don't have to think about it that deep. "

It was also a way of saying the gun optimistically, but certainly not "mud" as it stands.

"In a way, if it serves to" confuse "you must be brilliant."

Right after Stu was so cynical.

Leanne.

A bell rang in the muddy bedroom informing me that someone had visited this VIP room.

"The trick is working. Is there someone in this mansion who can move anymore?!.

- Oh, is that Mr. Clear?

"No, it looks like the surgery was working, and most importantly, I slept with all that ibiki, so it wasn't, was it?

When Stu asked toward the gun, he was promptly denied.

"So who is it?

The sound of the door opening and the sound of the footsteps sounding cocky and lightweight is coming this way.

"In the meantime, you're in a position to come into the guest room without hesitation, or you seem to be the owner of the metric.

And maybe you should think of yourself as someone who has magic skills. "

The shoe was coming straight this way.

"- Hey, what's wrong with me being here?

"Hmm, if the muddy killer in this room has become a" butler apprentice sht, "isn't that bad?

The conditioner feels great and luxurious, so if you've been made a muddy killer, this time, in the Lords' Hall in Robrow, you only work close to a lifetime to make amends - like that?

"Guns" are somewhat of a joke, but it is certainly a luxuriously built room that isn't surprising.

"Hey, seriously?!"

In the six months since Eliphas and I left, I've been living an obsessive (flimsy) life inside without a formal "mercenary" job, and it's a story that I can chill my liver enough.

The footsteps were in front of the door and the footsteps stopped.

"... - Oh, my God, the door is broken...

"Mr. Apricot."

(This voice...!)

It was the Second Generation Lordship Lady "Cineraria Vinegar" who slowly opened the door to reveal herself.