Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Don't worry, your foot in a footbag steps onto the wet stage in the water, and the cloudy sky sounds thunderous and thunderous at the same time.

Several lightning strikes struck the "technically-made knife" instead of the minefield needle installed by Netsuruk when Grandor, who danced as Rehara Kushiro's life (Ashiharashiko), shook up his sword.

(Much used to the thunderous "sound" shock.)

Als was thinking about that, blocking his ears, looking lightningly at the lightning strike.

- Ars and Dinfare in a position to "escort", and as conductor, Netuark had already been able to cope with "thunder" for a long time, blocking his ears constantly in case of sound, and in the moment of intense lightning, he closed his eyes to good condition and spent the time there.

In doing so, the Dragon God, who was descending to the bottom of the gorge for stripping, rocks the earth with the sound of doddling that is likely to cross the thunderbolt, and then puts his divine and majestic head out of the water.

And with massive dust and water splashes, the Dragon God rises and returns to the cloudy sky.

In total, eight times, by the Dragon God, the dust dug out of the underwater at both ends of a wide gorge rose with the rise of the dragon and eventually all fell in the same place.

It descends into the middle of a wide river, creating a mountain of dust and sand of considerable height.

With Netsuruk sticking his long finger in his ear, he looked up at the cloudy weather where the Dragon God had returned and looked back at the two escort knights after he could not see everything to his "tail".

"Yu Bo Luo (Upalaka), it looks like the last Dragon God to" strip "has been formed."

That's what I called Ars and Dinfare, and then I pulled my long finger out of my ear.

Then every time I took a water splash, I was down and difficulty, pushing my round glasses up with my middle finger.

"Mr. Netuark, thunder is okay now. What is it?

After confirming that the commander had stopped blocking his ear, he asked slowly as Ars was also blocking his ear, which he was trying to hold in with his palms.

If you look at the Dinfare next door, you care about the black kittens who have already taken their hands off their ears and evacuated them to their chests.

"Not entirely, but I don't think there will be any more lightning strikes than when Dragon God is here.

Well, other than the side of the thunder needle that still attracts thunder, I wouldn't recommend pulling out a sword like that. "

As he put his arms around him, Netsuerk laughed bitterly, clapping his shoulders, and laughed with the feeling that Ars was also the best.

And if you look at the stage, a kagura dance is played that gradually becomes "big time".

The tone of Kagura Koko, played from the spiritual stone on the side of Apricot, was also well understood by Ars, who is now almost out of intensity and has no knowledge of going towards the "end".

"Is this the end of the kamikaze dance for the stripping?

"Right. The ritual is due to end if you" stomp "the mountain of dirt and sand that you have dug from the bottom of the water into the middle of the gorge and become land."

When Netsuak said so, he flipped his green coat and turned his back on the Saddle Ars and the others, pointing to the mountains of dirt and sand that could have made it to the gorge.

The distance between the ceremonial stage and the gorge - the dust and sand mountain - does not seem so much when you witness it.

If so, it is a "step".

The place where the stage was set is on a street like the one sandwiched between the valley and the gorge that boasts Robrow, so if you describe it as just "up, down, down," it's the height of "medium".

And the isolated island of dirt and sand has no distance, but will be quite a position below.

However, if you compare the top of a mountain full of dirt and sand to the height of the stage you're on right now, it doesn't even look that good.

Ars looks at the mountains full of dust and sand, and even more at the gorges flowing beneath them in a purified state.

Even now, while the river was in such a lower location, the dragon gods felt that the water had been jumped up by "stripping", even though the stage was a mid-range location.

By the way, what are we going to do when we move to a place that "tramples the dust and sand mountains"?

"Mr. Netsuark, Master Grandor and Louis, even if you go to that place, how..."

With doubts in his mouth, when Ars sees Netuark, he has in his hands two pairs of "tatami grass" that sometime made him meet his ritual costume.

In what a playful move it was, Gyu Netuark hugged his two legs of grass.

"Wishing I would" May the ritual succeed, "I warmed up inside the coat my best friend made for me and kept this" tatami grass "hidden."

The face of the grass-hugging, colored man is extremely serious.

However, Ars could understand that the words and mind he was saying were extremely kidding, but he scratched his cheek with a hand with a leather glove inserted without knowing how to answer the man who once hit the "superior officer".

"Uh, so, are you on foot?

For now, a newbie soldier, seriously returning the word, Netuark laughed nicely.

"Yeah, right. People's feet are for walking - but"

From there I switched from a nicked smile to a brilliantly unfaithful looking smile.

"Shall I say the less-named Kuna God of the mild movement in the corner and the Colorful Man Reihara Life with great power (Ashiharashiko), no, a clover with a nasty and spring from the beginning and Lord McGaffin of idiotic power?

If you don't mind closing this ritual, I'll ask you to use your legs. "

Arranging words that only seemed suspicious to Ars, Netuark happily spread the arms he was putting together by trying to hold the grass close to his chest.

I hold one pair of Grandor and Louis tatami table grass at each end of my hands to see when I changed it.

"I don't know what method you're looking for, but if you're going to wear that grass and move the" stage, "why don't you give it to the performer?.

The kamikaze dance on this stage seems to be over. "

"Nyah."

Dinfare gives his opinion to the conductor in anticipation of Ars "suspicious but unable to penetrate Netuark".

When he heard that Kagura was going to end (finally), Ars ran his empty eyes onto the stage.

Playing from the spiritual stone that comes into his ear, the tempura finally stopped all the sounds of a long, thinly stretched whistle that pulled a thread.

Three people, who were dancing on stage to give a flat-faced salute, representing the end of "devotion" as it came with, were heading in the direction of cloudy weather visited by the gorge and the eight-pillar dragon god.

It was just in the form of turning your back on the Netsurks.

And the man, who is the conductor on its back, speaks disgustingly to a certain person.

"- On the way, there were some sudden changes that did not reward the conductor, but all three of you, for now," to this point "was good luck.

But even though I made some unsolicited changes, I didn't get the "anxiety I was prepared for" … well, it doesn't wake me up and it's more important than that. "

Soothingly Grand - Le kneels up and opens his mouth with his back turned as he stands up in a good position.

To that voice, it was something that seeped bitter laughter.

"Don't be so angry, Netsurk.

Let's apologize for keeping our mouths shut, for frightening the spirits we collected on our own, for increasing our service -!?

It was the tatami table grass that flew from the "angry man around" to the apologizing Grandor.

Surprised, Grandor caught it without jeopardy and flaunted his shoulder.

The next person to stand up was Apricot, who had changed his service on his own and even added a new role.

"Really, I'm sorry I took the liberty. Lord Netsuruk."

And I realized that Ars was pointing a curiosity I didn't dislike and a strange gaze at myself with a smooth complexion without keloids.

To Ars, who stares too purely, Apricot smiles.

(Can I get more details about my face later?)

Words from such apricots surprised me with a smile that naturally floated in my head, but I immediately nodded briefly.

(Then when you get a chance, please)

The boy, who could not use magic and could not see the Spirit on his own, felt firmly and with his own thoughts, Ars was quietly nodding back that Apricot smile contained "meaning".

Netuark opens his mouth again, as if to confirm that the short exchange between Apricot and Ars is over.

"- Operation change... no, it seems to be your Lord McGaffin who suggested a" performance change, "so don't worry about Lord Apricot."

Netuark withdrew his apology from Apricot with such a sharp, detailed, smiling and intimidating look on his eyes.

"Being whispered of plans and measures by events and riding on them means that they are so" attractive "and worthwhile to use.

What McGaffin suggested to Lord Apricot would have been so wonderful. "

After saying so, Netsuerk threw the remaining tatami grass, Louis', also toward Grandor.

I caught that brilliantly too, but now I laugh bitterly from the bottom of my heart.

"Well, I prepared for it, but nothing happened.

Both the eagle and the lord's house have been a waste of magic.

But keep it in mind, it's strange that nothing happened "so far," or you're not sitting well. "

At the end of the story, Grandor lightly throws Louis' share in the two grasses, changing from a bitter laugh to a bewildering look on his face.

After a brilliant "service" to the kamikaze dance, he rose from his flat face on the floor and made a dosari noise next to Louis, still sitting on his front seat, and the grass thrown by Grandor fell and arrived.

But Louis had a grass drop directly beside him, but he was completely unresponsive and slightly motionless.

As always, he remained positively seated on the floor of the stage.

"Nyah."

"Um, Master Grandor. Louis, do you mean you're tired and hungry, so you can't sit back and move?

Riding a kitten that sounded strange from Dinfare's chest, he asked how "strange" Louis was that Ars was still not moving correctly in his posture.

Once again early this morning, Ars was watching "Louis, too hungry to move," rather than saying he was tired, so he's not going to worry that much.

However, I was surprised at how unresponsive I was to the grass thrown from the admiring Grand Le.

"Oh, that's because Louis is still in the state of the Shaw-named Ancient God until after this."

That's what Grandor said, as a matter of course, and he glanced at Apricot.

"Is Louis the only one who remains a god?"

Als and the kitten look at the apricot while being taken by that Grandor's gaze, but she smiled thinly and was just standing there.

- Guissy.

Ring the stage tree floor. Louis stands up silently and slowly, his gaze concentrates on you.

Looking back at the Ars and the others, Louis has half an eye for his usual nasty eyes, and their colors are quietly clear.

And right on the side, I was wearing the tatami table grass that Grandor had thrown earlier.

Even if it is explained that it is because it remains the god of the Shaw-named Ancient Nah, Ars becomes perplexed that it is always too quiet for a boy who is a naughty man.

The black kitten was just like Ars, blinking violently, watching Louis wrap around his ritual costume.

Louis is the only one who seems to be silent because he still hosts a god named Shauna Kuna God, but Ars felt painful even though he thought he was on his own to not talk about anything.

Have you noticed how Ars feels too, Grandor, who laughs a lot of bitterness from earlier, increases the count again.

"Ars, let me tell you something, my lord and lord - Lord Apricot, for once, is still holding back to imitate the reef man's life (Ashiharashiko) and the divine nest day god."

"Oh, yeah!?

Apparently Ars' surprise reaction could have been anticipated, Grandor nodded with a successful arm.

"Well, I'm pretty much prioritizing myself now."

That said, she nodded again as Grandor threw her gaze at Apricot, who was also "in a state of imitation and retention".

"- The status quo is that two dances for" entertaining "and" thanking "spirits and dragon gods, who asked for their cooperation in order to be stripped, have just been completed.

It's a ritual until we even that pile of dirt and sand and clear the stage. "

Louis, who wore grass when Apricot quietly continued his conversation with Ars and Grandor and raised one hand without sound, quietly walked over here.

And stopped quietly next to Apricot.

If you look at it from the side, it looks like you're falling asleep, but what gives it a harsh vibe is that Louis was able to feel the "blunt" Ars when he came nearby.

"Louis, it is my consideration why you are so dear and not" self "like me or Lord Grandor.

Although Louis doesn't have permission from you, Lord Grandor will be less burdensome to you in this way, and this is the way to go. "

"Burden - is it?

"The point is, the compatibility and character of the performer, and the" procedure "until it can be achieved, Mr. Ars."

I totally stopped calling Ars by his last name, and the colored man opened his mouth.

Netuark, who knew that Ars had not grasped the nuances of the story in Louis' condition, made from Grandor and Apricot, had broken in.

Just the gaze from the tiny eyes behind the round glasses, when I apologized to Grandor and Apricot for getting into the conversation, the two of them shrugged their shoulders, so I continued my conversation with Ars.

"Compatibility, character, and procedure?

Louis, where does it matter that you remain a god?

Ars simply asked Netuark, understanding that there were three reasons why Louis was in this state.

"Clover, in your case, the procedure."

"Procedure, is it"

After hearing Netuark's explanation, he looked at Grandor and Apricot, then Louis, who remained dear the next time, Ars silenced between the bundles, and then also looked up at the man who was conductor.

Then, as I made up my mind, I fisted my hands and tied my lips strong once before opening them.

"Time is shorter, so can I say what I think about the" performer "type of discussion in these rituals?

First look straight at the "conductor", the colored man, and then ask for permission.

Of course, Ars looks around to ask the "participants" in the ritual who are around for permission.

"- Yeah, go ahead, Ars. Tell me what you think."

But Netsuerk didn't ask for opinions around him or anything, and he immediately contracted to do so while Ars looked around, so the boy panicked, staring back at the conductor's man, but continued to seem to enjoy the words without any hesitation.

"I love people who think in the face of what seems strange or doubtful than soldiers like pawns who promise not to question the measures they have been instructed to take."

He smiled gently for Netsurk, looking really excited to listen to Ars' discussion.

"- Most importantly, if Arsen had been there, he would have listened to Ars' thoughts happily."

Grandor also mouthed in agreement with listening to Ars's reflections, showing his sturdy teeth and laughing.

"Because you would have liked to see Ars, a godson who is not good at magic, learn and think a lot from a ritual that incorporates these kinds of magic.

Just right for a souvenir story to Arsen resting in his room, you should talk to Netuark.

There were a lot of rituals. "

Looking at Rico and "Rye" apparently resting on stage, Grandor laughs again and continues after seeing a kitten with a face out of Dinfare's chest.

"The ritual itself is likely to end at leisure within the scheduled time, including after this.

Don't hesitate to discuss it. You don't mind, do you?

After saying that much, Grandor asked the women to reply, and it was Dinfare who answered first.

"- I owe Master Arsen.

If Master Arsen is happy, I don't mind the time to turn Ars' reflection into a souvenir story. "

"Mr. Dinfare owes Mr. Alsen a debt?"

Dinfare's "borrowing" from Arsen is a concern to Ars.

Female knights also notice that Ars cares about what he owes Arsen by giving him his name.

"- It's something we don't need to talk about on this occasion.

It's not the time to talk about it either.

Without changing my mind, I should ask the conductor to correct the incorrect part. "

With less elegance than I expected, Dinfare added a completely soft smile, and if she told me so, Ars, I couldn't go on with the words any further.

"Well, it would be nice if you could talk about it later.

I'd like to hear your thoughts sooner than that, Ars. "

Apricot laughed and urged Arce to go ahead, confused by Dinfare's restraining words to Arsen's "content of borrowing".

"- Louis, if this state of affairs has fallen out after the ritual, then from now on, the procedure may be shorter and softer."

Apricot said such a thing while gently stroking Louis' head, who lived in the god of Shaw-name Ancient Nah and kept it "standard".

Ars didn't hesitate to think that Apricot was giving him a hint.

"- If you feel that what you are thinking is a rare thing to do now because magic can't be used at all, don't hesitate to say it there."

"Nyah!

A kitten rang from Dinfare's chest like "let it go."

"Sounds like you know what people say."

Ars laughed that way and then began to talk about the discussion modestly.

"Lady Grandor and Lady Apricot said that the procedure for playing" Reihara Colorful Man Life "and" Divine Nest Higashi "wasn't that difficult by the time you were in a" state "like Louis, was it?

Should I have caught you not taking the hassle out of "scheduling" until then? "

Listening to Ars "discussion, Netsurk nodded satisfactorily.

The boy understands "what I want you to understand."

I knew you were a good boy, Ars.

Nature and a smile gave Netuark a nod.

"Right, so it's generally there.

And that has something to do with Louis because you don't have the knowledge and experience.

Most importantly, if you know that Lord Apricot's mediation is involved, it's even more so. "

"Ah, yes. That's been since I saw Mr. Dinfare and Louis fight in the courtyard this morning, somehow.

So I looked at the rituals, and I thought, "What?"

Ars nodded with a grin that seemed unusual and innocent in Netsurk's words.

To Ars' answer and his expression, Grandor raised one eyebrow, even without voicing surprise.

Netuark was surprised, but he listens with a "smile" to the discussion Ars talks about without managing to break his expression.

"- Before the ceremony, I wanted to talk about" the inability to move is to play the role of Kuyan Furuku. "But when Apricot was doing a lot of mediation, a lot of thought aroused.

And this is not a discussion, it's a question, okay? Mr. Netsurk? "

"Yeah, I don't mind, Mr. Ars."

The conversation continues as if it were a lecture Q&A session at a military school.

And Netuark and Grandor also caught a glimpse of why Arsen was "really cute like his brother" about Ars because of the characteristics of the conversation.

(It's similar to the old weasel atmosphere. Especially "now" Ars, to Arsen)

With the telepathy sent by Grandor, Netuark can easily recall themselves as "young" when they were still hanging around in military school.

"Sergeant McGaffin, Sergeant Saxforn, this is an earlier lecture.

Can I ask you a question? "

"Master Apricot will not be able to move to" hold "between Louis and the Shaw-named Guna God... until he is slower than usual.

However, I can do it in magic, although it moves slowly.

Can you think of it that way? "

Just like the boy then, he rocks his golden hair and Ars looks up at Netuark.

(Here, Arsen. That's all I know.)

That's right, you're just in the team to take care of me and Grandor.

"You know that well, even though you're not good at witchcraft.

I'm also convinced that Master Padrick is a favorite. "

While I was surprised by the reflections that were repeated earlier and by the sharp observational eye of Ars, it was well understood by Netuark that Arsen was planting Ars in his "tracks" there.

"If I was Alsen's favorite, I'd be really happy"

"Arsen's favorite," Netuark told me, laughing lightly, but Ars immediately shook his head small to the side.

"But Arsen doesn't have anything to do with his favorites or anything, because there are more people."

Conscious of Grandor being the best friend of a beloved who is now in the shape of turning his back, or the "rabbit sage" who is now disappearing, Ars affirms so.

"However, if you admit it to me, if I'm being honest, I always think to myself,"

Ars himself, talking to Netsuark has only exalted his feelings a little, and he's accidentally speaking the truth.

Above all, because all the people in this room are grown up and can be respected and trusted, the boy, who is either an oligarchy or an oligarchy on a daily basis, had become hyperbolic, even if he had reason to state his considerations.

And the way he talks about the beliefs he hid in his chest really reminded Netuark and Grandor again of Arsen as a boy trying to catch up with the three recognized "heroes" by the country earlier.

Then the boy starts to talk a little bit more quickly about his "reflection" again, including the blindfolding, as he notices that there is something he has spoken too much about naked.

"So, it goes on.

Master Apricot wondered if Louis, who is going to be you, might be a slightly different god.

If Apricot-sama is involved in mediation, "experience" can sufficiently compensate.

I thought compatibility was God as determined for you, Louis.

So if the experience is also cleared in terms of compatibility but it takes steps - "

It would be nice if Ars knew that the procedure would take a lot of work.

To Netuark, who thought so, impose on himself the arousal of vigilance on the boy who understood there at the "present stage".

(Strong is this observation eye in addition to the movement of this child, who is reasonably normal and has no shape...

Now that you understand magic, if you can handle it, you could be unbeatable for years or so.)

"And Louis, the only time you can be a god is when the Golden Frog, the demon of Lord Sage, plays the role of" Takashi Kuniku ", right?

And not just Louis, but he also spotted the weekpoint when dealing with the "Shaw-named Ancient God".

"Yeah, and in order to come out on the surface, we still need a god named Kuyannaku.

Whatever, the only person in this world who knows the name of the Shaw-name Guna God is Kuyan Gu.

And in order to connect to Jiu-Yan-gu, I still know Jiu-Yan-gu. So I have to go through Jiu-Yan-gu.

When we follow the god of Tatsujiku and the god of Katsuyamako, who is active in agriculture named Kuyannaku, the "name" and "existence" of the god of Shawna are revealed.

Most importantly, there's only one place where God appears. "

Ars snorted firmly as Netsurk spoke of the mythological "streets" of the eastern country to give an explanation again.

"Yes, the story there was taught to Master Apricot before the ritual began.

So it is true that in the eastern country where Master Grandor was a very famous god, Daiichi Nobuyoshi (Homochi), and you, Louis, are talking about building a country with the help of the Shaw-name Kouna God.

And while your life may eventually change very well in the eastern country, I heard that you are a famous god for building a country.

Even if you did the equivalent of such a famous god, it would still take steps because Takashi Takashi told you about the ancient period of time and then had to connect you to the less famous ancient god, right?

All of a sudden, I can't be the "Shaw-named Ancient God".

In order to be, you will need to be prepared to become a "long-standing" and immovable "long-standing" and to put the "name" of the Shaw-named Ancient God on the table. "

Ars finished his discussion of why Louis did not regain consciousness to himself and remained a Shaw-named Ancient God.

- Bread, bread, bread, bread.

As Netsurk smiled, he gave a "applause" from his big palm for the boy's discussion, weighing and shaking the air, even in the humidity and difficulty of spreading the sound.

To a sudden applause, Ars turns his eyes round, but soon turns to Netsurk, thank you, and bows his head.

When he raised his lowered head, Ars turned his straight gaze again before turning back to Louis in the state of the Shaw-named Ancient God and opening his mouth again.

Then he stares at the man who is the conductor and opens his mouth by seeping a determination that means something different than earlier.

"I'm not going to be discussing it from here on out, can you ask me what I think?

Is that your idea?

Netuark stares back at Ars, not moving his expression from a smile.

"- I've thought about this procedure as someone who can't use magic.

Um, well, if Mr. Netsuerk or time is convenient. "

Netuark had already exchanged his gaze with Grandor from the middle of such an even more reluctant word of Ars.

The big man who burned in the day seemed to still have plenty of time, so he thought he wouldn't mind listening to a boy as adorable as his brother, moving his bearded successful jaw vertically with pleasure.

The next time Netsuerk turns to his own contractor, the lady lord of this land, he smiles and nods with a communal shoulder like a clown, good thing he doesn't look like Ars.

And I saw a female knight who wouldn't forgive someone named "Netuark".

She assumed that "she" was once unable to feel confident and "peed," but still overlapped Ars with her own efforts - she nodded really small.

Now, after "acknowledging" from everyone, Netuk decides to listen to Ars because he thinks his "convenience" is "just right".

It's going to take a little longer for him to get here.

And if you were a "rabbit sage," you might be able to listen to stories you couldn't listen to.

(Interesting.)

Purely so, he raised the edge of his mouth small and nibbly.

Give Ars the final confirmation, Netuark.

"It's not a discussion. And if you still get the approval, you have something to say, right?

"I mean, I want to say," I want to ask. "

I wonder how people who can't use magic will receive what they think. "

- At least, the "people" here, from the beginning, say, 'This is why you can't use magic, and who doesn't know from magical reason'.

I can believe Ars would never take such an attitude.

"Is that to say that there are places where you feel sorry for yourself that you can't use magic?"

Ars nodded without hesitation at what Netuak told him.

"At the military school, I caused a great deal of annoyance to my fellow contemporaries during my magic lectures and field training hours in the group.

I don't blame you for being so sweet, but I think the group's test results have dropped because of you. "

"Wasn't that an event that gave your friends a" good opportunity "?

Netuark gave such an opinion to Ars' blonde head, who let his raised face lie down and embarrassed him for annoying "gentle synchronization".

"What?"

Lifting his head as he was lowering, Ars reflected a man with tinted hair and eyes in his empty eyes.

And Netuark laughed when he saw Ars' eyes move upper-left - an eyeball movement that makes it time to trace his memory.

"" How should we deal with the failures and disadvantages of our peers and friends? "I don't have much of a chance to learn that.

I would if I were in a position to coach and teach.

Perhaps Master Padrick said something similar when he saw you, Ars, who seemed sorry for his fellow synchronists?

"Learning to do that" is what schools do.

Why don't you think about it as much as giving your fellow synchronists a "good opportunity"? '"

Ars nodded firmly as he circled his eyes to his surprise when Netsuerk told him about his past.

Netuark "enjoys" the boy's condition, making his sharp eyes in the back of his round glasses a nicely laughing shape.

"Again, was it?

By the way, Ars, you realize that Master Padrick said, "Ars Trad," so that's not the way to put it. "

"Me," is that it?

"- You don't seem to be there, with that face and the words"

Even in the middle of his own story, he smiles bitterly this time at Ars, who interrupts too much of a surprise.

(Man, this one feels "caring" too much for each other, and you're getting stubborn.)

My best friend, who is also a junior, had a solid role as a teacher, but unconsciously "lined" Ars, who is as cute as his "brother," Netuark thought.

The fact that an education officer named "Alsen Padrick" treats any trainee harshly and "fairly" is a famous story in the military school to which he belongs, and even the "Army hater" rabbit sage knows it.

(I guess I was too conscious of the "sense of fairness" and made my time with the trainee Ars too "equal" than I needed to with the other trainees.)

Even though I took care of him, if the other trainees saw that he was closer to himself, the instructor, than necessary, it might interfere with the life of the "military school of Ars".

Arsene would be thorough there.

Netuark could imagine Arsen enjoying talking to Ars, who lives with a large number of trainees, smiling beautifully at the military school, even though he just thought about it a little bit.

In fact, Arsen was only as thorough in his life in military school as any other trainee against Ars.

Sometimes it was better to discuss it by sending it, but I tried to avoid being alone except for something extraordinary (instruction in swordsmanship that Ars couldn't handle because he was too strong, the last day in military school).

I'm sure I knew that if we were alone, I wouldn't be able to stop acting like "brother" to Ars.

(Well, even when we were in military school, we had a lot of things going on with too close and troublesome relationships.

Though Arsen didn't even talk to me or Grandor, and even put Keri on himself.

Because your loved ones have a disproportionate spirit of sacrifice)

As a Netsurk individual, I don't think anyone would be evil pushed or anything like that if they were two Ars and Arsen.

Ning Lo, I don't doubt my surroundings believe that I'm really a distant brother of my age, and I also think I would have seen it with warm eyes.

In fact, "The Rabbit Sage" met a boy named Ars for the first time and tried to deal with him.

Als looked like the perfect "brother" to Alsen, who had secretly told his best friends only "I wanted a brother" for a long time.

Alsen, if true, was as cute as his brother, sending his talent to the rabbit sage - Netuark - so that his talent could be "harnessed" for the sake of Als "happiness" he wanted to keep on hand.

Netuark opens his thin lips, thinking it's not a bad idea to tell such a boy how "brother" feels.

"Then let me tell you one thing as a supplement from me.

Once again, Master Padrick put it that way because you're too humble, Ars. "

"Humility - is it? I am?"

Ars said something unexpected was the look on his face.

"- No, I'm not being modest, I'm too proud of myself."

And it was Dinfare who went on to say the words behind Ars' words.

"Mr. Dinfare..."

Speaking unexpectedly by a senior knight in the rear, Ars looked back in surprise.

"Normally, it's no wonder that your age is proud to be the second, albeit judging loss in your previous game as of military school.

It's no surprise that you can be proud of Alsen, a hero who was active in the war, because he doesn't serve as another instructor.

I'm not even a little proud of the two things I can be proud of. "

Dinfare hasn't put it on his face, but he tells the new soldier so by letting the word seep "shudder" into his face.

"- Is that something you shouldn't do?"

For as much as he admired it, Ars accidentally recounted his embarrassment and slight anger with a pregnant voice, realizing the shyness that had been contained in Dinfare's voice.

But until now, in the "mouth" question, starting with the king who leaves the workplace, and dealing with women knights, from the pope who spoke up to the wise man who seemed to have a few tongues, that's what Ars's objection felt like only a chick's (even) shrug.

"I'm not saying I shouldn't.

Just that Ars attitude goes through humility, yeah, humble.

I look like I'm pushing myself into humility. "

Without moving at all, Ars also wolves on the boulder, as in Dinfare's "as usual" without clothes on his teeth.

Netuark, interrupted by the conversation, had a bitter laugh, and Grandor was "deeply" interested in Ars for the first time.

Grandor, who was looking at Ars with a perception of "the godson Arsen likes" or so, now sees him again still with the look of a werewolf.

The appearance is neat, and the hair color is the same as that of Arsene, a salacious golden color popular with women.

An understated character, great swordsmanship, Ars Trad like molding a discerning "good young man".

However, if you mean to describe Arsene and Ars as "types," Grandor thinks they are categorized entirely separately.

(- Well, the real reason Arsen liked Ars is that even the "we" may not have noticed...)

The "story" goes on again as Grandor thinks about it.

To a gentle boy, in fact, from the beginning, it is difficult to sustain his anger, no matter how harsh he is told to Dinfare, who has some thoughts.

Ars says why he can't be "proud" by lowering the shoulder he was raising immediately and pulling out his strength.

"- No matter how good you say the sword is, I learned mine after entering military school, so the base is selfish.

Even in a world where schools and pupil relationships are regarded as "things," even if they work hard, they were stopped before they settled, and at the end of the day it was better to have "hindsight" to win judgment.

"I" like swordsmanship.

But I can't be proud of the rating of "second among the newcomers", determined by the fact that there is nothing that can be done about such factions or the scope of my efforts. "

"I hadn't heard that the winner at this year's trainee was an executive candidate at the military officer school, even for a new soldier.

I just didn't know it was such a final settlement.

After all, the closed part of the education unit seems to be better advised to revise it. "

When Dinfare says that and sees Ars' "boss" over his shoulder, he looks like, "Heh, that's what happened."

Apparently, the "army hater sage" doesn't even know those things.

(Are you saying that the only top priorities for choosing Miss Lily's escort knight are skill and character, and that you didn't even know about the soldier's insistence?)

Dinfare was frightened against Netuark this time, but he still continues to listen to Ars' "why he can't be proud" without showing it to his face.

"It was a real pleasure for Master Arsen to guide us through swordsmanship.

I just don't know if it's good to be proud of it there.

Mr. Dinfare is right. Humiliation..., I admit it's in me.

Because I was a disaster orphan and I got out of the orphanage, and I took care of Alsen where I was a stray child.

When I tried it on myself, I just felt like the fact that I was being guided by swordsmanship put a lot of effort into it by the busy Alsen. "

Ars talks to Dinfare about what he can't say if Arsen is on his side.

Grandor, my beloved's best friend, told me about it in a way that I didn't mind being told.

(Hey, Mr. Dinfare.

I guess it's your fault, Ars, you don't feel unconsciously distancing yourself from "pride"?)

Unexpectedly in Dinfare's head, the familiar Apricot's voice echoed.

I was seriously going to be discussing it face to face with my juniors, but Dinfare exhales a huge sigh of sigh at the overly familiar telepathy, and Ars can wolf again as a vic.

Als thinks that all the people around him are more made of people than he is and even though he is an adult, he is flabbergasted by his true meaning, which only makes him seem stubborn about why he can't be proud.

Looking over Dinfare's shoulder at a boy who is such a sinking knight of his own, Netuark, who doesn't know that Apricot sent telepathy first, now sends telepathy.

(Um, Ars, it's like you've been "heartbroken".

I would have liked it to be a little softer even if I didn't have a pulse to "decline" earlier)

The next telepathy I received from Netuark was, from Dinfare, "How do I interpret it, it would be such a heartbreaking tale", which caused my anger to swirl like a rough vortex in my heart, my eyelids closed deep and strong, and my shoulders trembled small.

Dinfare sighed loudly again.

As a royal escort knight, she opens her lips wide, painted with thin red that still highlights her beauty.

"It sounds stupid, and it's not something that solidifies your feelings at will just by your assumptions!!

In the meantime, Dinfale burst into the valley with the nuance of "drinking," which conveys the difficulty of the word, that it is passed on to the exotic by summing up three people: Ars, Netuark and Apricot, with a Rin voice that also outgrows the slightest remaining thunderclap.

To Ars, so as to cut off strays and detentions, Netsurk has long had the implication of putting on something and stopping weird reckoning and interpretation to a good addition and subtraction.

And to tell Apricot, "Sure, I know what you're thinking, but I want you to think a little bit more about distance and timing."

With three feelings, Dinfare said away.

"" First "is, Ars!. Notice that Master Arsen is probably anticipating that feeling and being nice to you.

It's not a military school anymore. It's not long after the training period and I may be at the mercy of a sage who doesn't like the military, but I'm just a little bit spoiled about my thoughts!

Dinfare scratched his head boldly as he stared at Netuark over Bikri's shoulder clapping Ars.

Apparently, he is aware that he tends to undermine the "discipline" of the military from Ars, once a member of the military.

After confirming Netuark's "consciousness," Dinfare continued his words.

"Master Arsen is certainly kind and fair, but apparently I found that he tends to be too sweet for Ars.

And that tenderness is blunting Ars' sword muscle.

I didn't even realize you were trying to escape being proud by shielding kindness. "

Until earlier, I also chilled my liver at what the female knight said, but the statement that Alsen's kindness was damaging me was not to be overheard even by women who felt "admired".

"That's not true!

What shouldn't be nice about it?!?.

What will you be proud of?.

The opponent, who had beaten himself in the final, even tried to win by acting irregularly stained for the pride of his swordsmanship school.

And I don't know if it's a faction or a genre, but the referees didn't even try to move, pointing out the synchronization or how many irregularly stained acts the instructors did. "

If I tried Ars, I was trying to win at the game for the sync that supported me that way, for Arsen who corrected my dangerous sword muscles, and for the teachers who encouraged me to "even if I can't use magic, I have sword skills".

But in the end, they stopped the sword, and judging "it's a mock game, but it can take your life. The sword muscle is too dangerous" cause it was carried over to judgment loss.

"While Ars is alive, I hope there will be no more fighting, and I will tell him about this."

"When dealing with swords in the Undisputed World, do not let your mind defeat the enemy."

"The opponent you're fighting has an important presence, and he's got a weapon in his hand."

"Deal with the sword without daring to protect your precious being. Think about it."

'Cause doing so will surely make your strong sword less useless pity.'

The decision felt muddy and tainted by swordsmanship taught in gentle terms by Alsen.

- I don't need such "pride".

It was enough to make the still soft boy's heart stubborn.

"- Have some sympathy for having an ugly and unpleasant experience to stay proud of.

But it has nothing to do with not being proud of yourself. "

("Ars, you are unconsciously turning yourself away from pride." I think this explains why, Lord.)

Yes, facing Ars and saying cold, Dinfare flies telepathy to Apricot.

(Thank you for taking the time to "figure it out," Mr. Dinfare.

But in learning swordsmanship, I was a "botch," and I wanted to live up to the kindness of the instructor and your contemporaries, Ars, and I might not understand how you felt about getting your "pride" tainted.)

Appearing to include a bitter laugh, Apricot sent me a thank-you telepathy.

Dinfare didn't know what "botch" meant at first, but a black kitten on his chest sadly rattles his throat and tells him what it means.

"It's lonely, it's" me "..."

I don't know much about Apricot's origins, but Dinfare was still sending a harsh gaze at Ars, even though he felt something heavy inside as he showed bright words and communal behavior.

(I'll tell you in advance, it's not sympathy, I'm just interested in you.

If that's all right with you, Lord, let's talk later as "acquaintances")

And "scold" Ars again.

"Take it from me, it's the pinnacle of foolishness, such as being deluded with kindness and making the sword muscle dull.

Besides, you've never thought about how you want to protect yourself, even if you're dirty, or how proud you are.

Dinfare recounts with momentum to overshadow Ars, remembering the "anger" he was trying to forget.

"Even when we're talking like this now, if we're shielding kindness and enough to be tainted - if we're hurting and hurting each other with the relative, we're not going to need" pride "or anything.

I'm just going to wave a gentle, strong sword and protect what I want to protect without hurting myself or my opponent.

That's how you're trying to keep your "normal" mind by building an escape route to keep it clean.

If that's what you think, stop when the time comes for your next tenure contract, such as military personnel.

Otherwise, it could lead to your beloved Alsen losing his place. "

Dinfare was on the side after saying so, a sharp glance at the sunburning big man with his mouth about to open.

And he blamed Louis with a strong gaze for the fact that he was going to "let the trail continue."

(Because there is no war, and because you "spoil", forget the position that you must always protect those you really want to protect, and commit barbarism against those you can't possibly win)

In the land of Robrow, an agricultural training, Dinfare had heard that Louis would be the "role to protect" Lily.

It was Louis' role to be older and discerning, to protect young Lily, and to "never leave the side" from the girl.

Dinfare was not on the table, but he remembered his anger, even to Grandor, who had made his young apprentice undertake to let that Louis protect Lily.

As one of the few "understanders" who knew the deep feelings Dinfare had about the girl named "Lily", his apologies certainly could not be wiped away by the aptitude of his apprentice, and he closed his successful lips, which were about to open.

Without uttering a word to shelter Ars, Grandor shook his big head sideways, having Arsen tie his hair up for the ritual.

Ars was still leaning down on Dinfare's word to quit the military if he couldn't be proud.

When Dinfare tries to continue his scolding, before his Ars and Dinfare, a man with a soothing green coat enters.

"'Soldier training starts with hole digging and ends with hole digging' If you're not ready for that, how old are you going to say that?

Brown's eyes narrow as if they were smoothly spoken first and Dinfare was aligned with beautiful chestnut hair.

Finding the thread to retrieve the gradual takeover of the conversation, Netuark "joined" the conversation with words.

And the voice and tone contain something different from the "anger" that has always been between Dinfare and Ars.

"- They don't give new soldiers enlisted on tenure contracts like the recent" try, "details of what that aphorism means because it's" old, "so long as it's lamentable."

After losing several times, Dinfare told Netuark without being frightened at all.

"- Let me tell you, in this peaceful time, I wonder what it would be like to ask a newbie soldier who has just entered such a" ready to die "adage or belief from the public?

That being said, loosely armed, Netuark smiled toward Dinfare.

A female knight who knows it's a "sign" of not being merciful toward her opponent, as much as Netuark's seemingly tender grin, swallows her throat only once.

Only the kitten on her chest notices it and looks up at Dinfare.

And the kitten even thought it would be nice to not have my own best friend, Liquorice, on this occasion.

I'm sure that if Lily saw Dinfare and Netuark in this state, a one-touch state like in front of a sleeping room last night, Li can easily imagine how heartbreaking it is to include the "fright" of a beloved senior knight.

(Nah, from the story of the gods of the eastern kingdom, Kounaga and Louis Fong, and "Alsu Chi," there's a lot to talk about.

Early on, I want to finish to the end of the ritual and pick up Rico Nha, who is resting in the walrus ~)

Practically "pinched" between Dinfare and Netuark, the black kitten was thinking to herself.

(Don't worry, the "landing spot" of the story is going to be well supported, and this is a necessary "procedure," Rye.)

Even though I'm not connected to the "line" of telepathy, I pick up the words "on my own" to match the wavelength of Rye's thought, which is becoming a black cat, and the sage replies at will.

When the black kitten was surprised and moved her ears pimply.

Sage smiles at his mouth and scolds the soldier who is a newcomer, Netsuark speaks to Dinfare, who is said to be the strongest female knight in this country.

"- Consolidate your readiness to bury bones in the military, to sprout a desire to be involved in the prosperity of the country in a different role than that," establish a military period, which is a contract ".

It is a country called Selisanceum that enforces it.

During the two years of the contract, all you have to do is determine if you have enough patriotism and qualities as a soldier to risk your life in you.

If you're not prepared to do that, if you root for the desire to love and protect your country that you would have been cultivated in the meantime, you're a successful country. "

To Netuark's analogy, Dinfare lurks his eyebrows blatantly, but doesn't pinch words.

The colored man goes on and on.

"As long as I have the feeling of thinking of the country, when things happen, the" people "who move from time to time will stay in the country to help the country with" what they can do ".

Soldiers protect the country, but they don't "build" it. "

Netuark was laughing and remembering the "truth".