Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Dr. Tuberose, I'm fine, and I'm fine.

Even if you're frustrated, if you're running away, you're in trouble. "

The boy, who was a student who answered that, hated contention anyway.

Whether ridiculed or sometimes sifted to violence by an extension that was frustrating, he never responded.

As I told Tuberose, a worried and vocal teacher, if he was likely to be obsessed with difficulty, his motor nerves were good, so he was immediately running away from the good things he was doing.

♪ This kid's gonna be okay ♪

As soon as the teacher was "caught off guard," the mucky, frustrated student ran off too well and threw the student he trusted with a bounce into the well.

And that also seemed to be the beginning of a little "wavey" Tuberose life.

It's not supposed to be magic, but something big strange happens.

A trusted student fell into the well. Exactly then, Tuberose was about to enter the school library.

- - Gecko.

(frogs... squealing?)

I stopped my body about to enter the library and saw a window leading outdoors.

The windows were open, but the sky was clear because it was not even rainy season.

- Gecko! Gecko!

"After all, is the frog ringing in the school building?"

When he heard the chirping, Tuberose's body went completely out of the library to find a frog that was supposed to be nearby.

As soon as possible, now the rushing sound of running down the hallway enters the ear of Tuberose, a teacher.

As soon as I looked back at the sound, I was grabbed by a student who saw my jacket.

"Doctor! Tuberose, Doctor! - but I fell into the well!.

Please, help me '

It was the boy who was supposed to have committed the assault, worried about the boy who dropped him, but all over his body.

"I didn't mean this. It's not my fault."

seeping through the feeling that Tuberose had felt

(What a foolish creature an immature person is)

With that in mind, I managed to help the students by making diligent resuscitation measures to the wells where they fell, pulling them up, and the students who were not breathing.

And later that night, Balsam, who was still a student, called me in and asked me "could you stay inside?"

Scratching the event, the Chancellor told the King.

"Don't bring me with you, your godson and king -" I guess you shouldn't say.

You're lucky you didn't lose your students. "

I had no kidding attitude at all and put a heavy voice on Tuberose.

'Yes, I think we were really lucky not to lose our students.

It was really, lucky for me and, in a way, quitting my teacher, a good starting point '

I can always feel bitter when I remember.

It's okay, sir.

Believe the smiling words, let the response - with an extension of the play,

♪ In time, it'll be over ♪

and sweet thoughts and to his impudence. Tuberose was diligently taking resuscitation measures, the boy who fell into the well threw more water out of his mouth and coughed hard.

I stopped coughing, and a student slowly opened his eyes and said to himself, "Dr. Tuberose...?" He leaked a breath of relief from his heart because his voice was relatively smooth.

Then he hurries up and hugs him, puts on his jacket, falls into the well and starts to friction and warm his cold body.

"How did this happen," he asked the students on the frustrated side, taking care of the boy who breathed back.

By then, in a crowd of people who heard the noise, the boy trembles and hesitates to open his mouth.

The first word I said was "... because I was frustrated." Tuberose stood up.

I couldn't bear to see my parents at home.

"When I came to school, I was in school feeling so hard, this guy got hateful watching me laugh hella"

"Even if you're annoyed and mean, you're just running away and you're not dealing with me"

"This one keeps running away even though he's raising his hand, and he's kind of just hungry not coming back."

and there are a lot of potpouts and "excuses," but I don't give a word of apology inside.

Ningro, the attitude since I saw the victim boy breathing back,

(Thanks for your help, that's enough. Don't be ridiculous.)

Even my selfish thoughts felt seeping out.

Tuberose was initially gutsy enough to convince the perpetrator boy with a "beautiful word," but then changed the quality of the word to "not obvious."

'You think maybe it would be better already because you're alive, - even if you were dead, could you mislead yourself by arranging those words?.

Had you not met me earlier in the library on the side of the well, maybe you would have lost your life.

I was kidding, no offense, I could have been a "murderer" '

When Tuberose told him so pale, the boy closed his mouth tightly, feeling open for excuses.

Don't try to mislead the feeling that you naturally seemed "bad" by putting an excuse in place and thinking "I'm not bad".

Misleading that feeling, the hardest part later is probably you yourself. '

I don't know why the assailant boy is frustrated and emotionally unstable, but Tuberose knew as a teacher that he was still new to school - a type where the country would show relatively better leadership at a time than now, "Roots are good kids".

"Good kid with leadership," but "leadership = I'm at the center," he said.

I'm still a child, too.

♪ I don't like it if I'm not the center ♪

The feeling is also taken for granted by Tuberose, who can't help but have it.

And if you eventually went out into society, the teacher Tuberose thought it was also school and teacher work that teaches as you get older with your grade when that generally stops working.

(- Hopefully by the time these kids are growing up, they'll be a little calm with rotten policies and politicians rampant)

After I thought about it, I changed my mind, and I turned my gaze firmly to the perpetrator boy, who was still very "self-centered".

The student boy is unable to take the gaze from the "teacher" and is leaning down.

However, Tuberose, who decided that he still had an ear to listen to, opened his mouth to teach him how what he had done would cause him to suffer and make him realize the importance of apologizing.

"All around you, no matter what you think," - I dropped it in the well. "This is how the facts are already known.

And what do you think around you, keeping your mouth shut and keeping your alumni thrust down and not apologizing for a word?.

Even if you don't have to be a discerning adult, students at school may blame you for not apologizing in the shadows, and those with a strong sense of justice may even openly say, "How can you not apologize!"

The only thing I didn't apologize for was becoming a lump, and eventually even my classmates might avoid you.

My classmates avoided me, and I can't have sympathy for your heartache.

It's 'cause I did something wrong and I didn't apologize.'

- Even if it's "normal" and "normal", I don't want it to be "people" holding ridiculous pride and making them persevere.

- Like the traders in this country, I don't want you to be.

It would be best if the feelings were hidden, but I wanted you to realize the importance of "apologizing" even if it wasn't hidden or just the shape.

When he listened to the word "advice," the assailant's students gave him a leaning face.

I look at teachers with frightened eyes at the future that comes to me for not apologizing.

There was also guilt in the eyes for the students who had fallen into the well, but what Tuberose feels as if the dark glow of self-preservation is winning is painful in the chest.

(- It may be a little too harsh)

Tuberose, who is disgusting, had a lot of trust in his students, even though his muscles were through.

The assailant's students felt that there was no place for them to go even when they were in class.

If you hated me with that word, it means I was a teacher until then.

The first slightly shivered lips and directed them at students who admired themselves for words that could also be taken by "intimidation" when asked about education and words by May.

"My friends don't want to hang out with people who don't apologize for the harm I've done, even if I happen to do it for no reason."

As soon as I heard the words "rejected by my favorite teacher," the student on the perpetrator's side trembles bickly.

In a place called a school where the special power of teachers lives, I wonder what such a statement would be like for me, but if this inspires me to "think", teachers continue to think it's not bad.

"I apologize for that, but I don't know if I'll forgive you, including for what I've done to you."

The assailant's students, who began to think about it, were shown the students who had become the victims that should be the subject.

Tuberose stared at the students who had become victims who were still wearing their jackets and carefully frictioning and warming their bodies.

The perpetrator's boy sees the boy being held by Tuberose, who, as he hacked again, is still sober and he has dropped himself into the well.

Then I gradually put a "regret" look on the face of a child who was just young,

'I'm sorry,' I apologized.

Dropped students listen to words of apology, even as they tremble at the cold and cold in the well water.

When I listened to the apology, the student who was dropped into the well looking sad at the beginning only leaned over.

Since this apology was prompted by the slightly more forceful reasoning of the teacher and drawn out, Tuberose thinks that the boy dropped in the well can't help but accept it.

But maybe this will stop the assailant's students from giving a little bit to the victim's students.

The victim's students were never likely to, but "then, I didn't apologize," until I grew up, it seemed to Tuberose that there would be no reason to pull it off.

And the teacher's feelings - a short time passed after listening to the words of apology so as to draw sensible thoughts close to thoughts, but at the end of the day the students who became victims were laughing at Nico.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I don't know, Tuberose felt like he was allowed the compelling reason he put out, while at the same time the pain ran that made him decide his chest.

The case of this student falling into the well results in a sturdy "lid" on the well.

- Sometimes the school building is old, and the school can be rebuilt soon, but the place seems to replace it.

- After the school, a church in the country, mainly an orphanage, is to be built, so the well will be filled at that time.

Apologies, forgiveness made things converge, and Tuberose talked about the boy who fell into the well early, but on the way to getting him dressed and sending him home.

The boy's return to his house was poorly maintained and difficult to walk, thanks to the politics of those exchangers who were too busy enduring a fine feud or fattening their private bellies.

The boy started talking unexpectedly after he finished hearing stories from Tuberose about "no more wells".

"The kid who gave me a little bit of a grudge is frustrated because of the bad country."

The teacher looked around unexpectedly, but fortunately there was nothing like a figure anywhere.

'What you say is sword swallowing.

Some people get angry without sight "when they tell the truth" even when the other person is a child.

For example, politicians who want all the glory. '

In the meantime, the student blew out to what Tuberose would say in the sense of admonition.

'Teacher's taste is getting targeted, isn't it?

Your father said.

When the country is restless, the people are restless and rough, and when the people are rough, their children are rough. "

"Father Trud?"

The boy's house was a small church on the outskirts of the Wang capital.

Father of the boy - it is the church entrusted to him by the state that is served by the priest, Trud.

Not that it is an orphanage, but it was filled out in a physical questionnaire that sometimes it is quite busy taking care of the children of parents who are working during the day and the unaccompanied children.

It is in the Lord's custody - ordered to be "deposited from the country" if you really want to say so - and it was the current situation of the people living near the King's capital that adults were leaving their children in the church to work in order to live their daily lives, albeit suffering from the taxes of bad governance.

And parents who keep their children have neither the strength nor the relaxation of their minds to break it and revolutionize it until they have risked their lives.

In the unlikely event of a revolution, a young family with the least power to sacrifice - we know that it is the children - cannot move to the king's capital.

Although children are kept in the church like "hostages," childcare by priest Trud and his wife is also very popular, so some parents went half way to depositing "if the child seems happy" even if they were dissatisfied with the country.

Famously, the orphans delivered to the church were given their "surnames" and raised in separate parts.

Sometimes I've seen it with "colored glasses," a priest full of such anecdotes, but Tuberose is surprised by the radical remarks he's making about the priest's son, even though he imagined a serene guardian.

'Your father also seemed to know very well that he was telling me something quite radical.

But when I listened to your father, I honestly felt it was the "truth", too.

Of course, don't worry, they cautioned you not to say it outside.

Dr. Tuberose '

Unlike the usual flamboyant smile, little octagonal teeth make you think of it as a little "flirtatious kid".

With such a smile on his face, shaking his slightly less dry hair into the wind, the student, the boy, turned to his teacher and said so to reassure him.

"Oh, your father Lord Trud is right.

Certainly that would be wise.

In this phase right now, by saying it outside, it's never true.

You shouldn't have told me either. "

(Recently, there have been enough resistance (resistance) to flirt with the national army, so there are rumors that the exchangers are in a hurry.

The habit, the dissatisfaction of the people, seems to punish them if they don't like it)

While Tuberose is in jeopardy, the "cautioned" students step lightly, set footsteps on a tattered, dry earth, and overtake their teachers.

And I showed him the back of my head looking up at the sky, and he made a rare, loud noise.

'But let me tell you today.

I mean, I was the one who suffered today. "

[If the country is unsettled, the people will be unsettled and rough, and if the people are rough, their children will also be rough]

Hearing the words, Tuberose leaned down.

'That's because of my neglect as a teacher.

You sweetened me to the phrase, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

You shouldn't have neglected to keep your mouth shut, even if it was a child's grudge.

I could say in any case, but I had to be careful that I went too far '

- That can also be said of the politics of this country today.

- If you can, take that right away from the "ancient colors" and have a world where children can be like children.

That doesn't make sense.

Tuberose sighed heavily at his own "ideal theory".

The student boy opened his mouth with only a little hesitation when he looked at the "teacher" who, as an adult, was lamenting his impudence.

"Actually, a letter came to your father from someone working with the Resistance somewhere in the country."

Sighing, Tuberose stares at the student, lifting his face all at once that was leaning over him.

- Is that what you're telling me?

I don't mean to snitch, but didn't Lord Trud tell you to keep your mouth shut?

Fully pushed out of concern for the student's family on the face, Tuberose asked.

But to the boy, the teacher continues to brighten the tone of his voice, whether the deeply feared part has not been conveyed.

'It's okay. As much as I could show you, because it was really only a letter from an old school friend of the church.

The contents are also said by your father to be dangerous if found in the country, but not what happens in that letter.

It's just that there may be a major anomaly in Wang Du within a short time. '

"- You think it's weird?

'Yes, but I didn't touch the letter at all on the content of that anomaly.

Maybe he told me not to bother your father. '

The word "strange" seems to have caused anxiety among the students as well, but he kept talking.

'Being lay low, but resisting numerous countries in this country - is that a resistance?'

Tuberose nodded to the student looking back and asking.

(Even "children" are the current situation in the country where such information comes in)

Tuberose sighed again, but the students continued their conversation without a problem.

'Well, one of the resistances says your father's friends belong.

It seemed like he sent me a letter, remembering that your father was from a church near Wang Du and lived unchanged since he graduated from school.

So, if you still live near Wang Capital, I think it's a letter that means something like… '

There was no such thing as being particularly clever in school, but teachers laughed bitterly at students who were aware of the problems to be tackled because they could judge by the conditions and circumstances around them.

(I'm still a child, but I guess the "person who can think of because of the other person's feelings" is the gift of my father's education as a priest)

Therefore, the letter from the priest's father's friend is not expressed in direct words, but I know exactly what I want to tell my friend as a child.

(But which resistance is going to attack the king's capital?.

So much so that an army with so much power is already in place, can't this country?)

In the Wang capital, the people suffer, but noticeably no information has come in about the resistance to defy.

It's just that information is blocked and untransmitted to the public at large, and there are actually "rumors" that there are herds everywhere in the country.

And in one of its herds, among the resistance against the National Army, Tuberose had heard the story through a certain legend that the forces that merely named themselves "determinants" were coming to the Wang Capital with great strength.

But I don't know where Father Trud's friend belongs to the Resistance.

Just a few moments, I open my mouth in anticipation of a letter saying it was sent to "Father Trud".

'This may be my extra in-depth reading.

Doesn't that letter from your father contain any indication that you would like me to give you a guide to enter the King's capital?

When Tuberose looked at his godson with a slight glare, he shook his head left and right again with a flirtatious kid's smile.

'That's not true, Doctor.

My father is excellent as a priest, and I respect him.

But none of us have the power to fight.

The healing spiritual technique is reasonably possible, but later it is a tease.

And that part, I'm taking over.

Your friend Father wrote to your father after he knew about it.

So I think I just sent these letters to keep my father out of this really bad fight '

In a smoothly spoken language, Tuberose stops unexpectedly at the newly entered information and asks the student in surprise.

"- Is Lord Trud's friend in the Resistance a priest?"

To this question, the student boy held his mouth down with both hands that it was gone.

That's just as true as I admitted, the tag "Resistance with a priest" actually already exists firmly in Tuberose's memory.

Moreover, it was only recently that I heard information with that "rare tag" on it.

(Certainly the old raccoon said it was even more troublesome after the addition of priests who excelled in spiritual arts to the founding armies who were said to be the most powerful)

And there is also a history of the death of that priest's sister, who was about to be held hostage, by the National Army.

It seems that such a priest's sister was also told that she was good at witchcraft, that she had been robbed of her life but had devastated a platoon of the national army - no one had returned.

Now, what's the most sensible thing to do?

There's a reason Tuberose has information in his hands that is generally inaudible.

He was pointing water at a certain "raccoon", the exchanger, because of his aversion but his wit, diligence and good focus, wondering if he could stop his teacher and become the scholar he held.

On the basis of one thing, when the exchanger made me interview him the other day in a way that was almost impossible, I was proudly asked two or three pieces of information that I suppose I shouldn't have spoken of.

For the National Army, the most threatening group is the "Determined Army" among the resistance.

The determinants are made mainly by four young men.

When I heard that the head was a man called Gloriosa, the bastard of the king, I realized there was Tuberose, "Dear Anglecam," where Balsam waited sincerely.

(However, the fact that the "priest's house" in the resistance is the same age as my student's parents means that they are a lot older.

Yeah, with that said, did you hear "priest" entered later?

Maybe the deciding army had some replacement situation as well)

I've been thinking about everything, but it was still Balsam that really came to my mind with Tuberose.

- Until her adult day, not many more years.

Balsam believes that Angletham will always pick himself up.

Yet a few years had passed since she had come to be kidnapped by this king's capital, and Tuberose had become a sociopath from a student, becoming a teacher but also continuing in parallel the study of architecture coupled with witchcraft.

The design was "hidden" in the lab when the design was summarized in drawings, including reports, on how to create physically and magically resilient buildings.

I didn't want to be found by the "exchangers" in the current kingdom because I thought the design was good for me.

(It is only futile to "bend" the defense of this country today.

And don't let my work be a tool of birth.)

But the blueprints and information from Tuberose's research were leaking to a certain trader about what the cause and effect was.

One day, when I walked into the lab, the exchangers inexorably looked at and laughed at many of their works.

Tuberose, like glued, the exchanger laughs as he sits on the spot.

'If you buy it because the guy with the red and black coat, mixed gray hair, pushes you to sell information and says you can finally get good people too.

It was a little expensive, but this is certainly good.

It is also a substitute for the king to go far enough. Maybe we can get out of that - '

Exchangers - What the "old raccoons" had in their hands were drawings depicting the walls and castle gates that had recently been destroyed by the "determinants", which Tuberose described as "rebuilding like this if he were himself".

Sometimes the flash helped, and for him it was a drawing that could be revamped.

Tuberose was also angry that the drawings were casually seen, but he was also concerned about the name the exchangers had spoken of.

Indeed, it was the name of a nobleman Balsam was about to be forced to marry.

"Tuberose, be one of my men.

And make this draft drawings of the castle gates and walls rocky for the country to adopt.

If they hire you, the reward will be as good as you can get. '

Without going through this opinion or anything at all, Tuberose was being taken on his own initiative to become a scholar of his own, but the person in question was more concerned about the noble name Mr. Old Raccoon said.

And with a glaring momentum, I turn my thoughts around in my head.

"It is not for this man to use his masterpiece for his birth."

But I hear this old raccoon is hanging out with a man trying to force Baltham to be his wife.

"Would you ride if I advised you to stop marrying Balsam as a way to pull the leg of the person you're sticking with?"

Or if I want to stop marrying Balsam, I'll be in the opposite position.

"Tuberose, how's your reply?

I thought brilliantly, but I don't have time to draw conclusions.

'- Please take your time again, day after day.

Let the drawings be of the rock by that day again '

Answer a forceful invitation in a positive way, possibly an opportunity, and extend your time to think.

And on another day, as we went on to talk, this old raccoon gained the certainty that he was hanging out with the exchangers who would be Balsam's "fiancée".

After looking at the finished drawings, he liked Tuberose even more, and said he immediately left his teaching position and put him under his own supervision.

♪ I didn't think you'd like it this far ♪

"The job of teacher has been a dream since childhood, so I want you to wait until the year is switched that you can take over perfectly"

♪ I'm really glad you expected me ♪

When I lifted up the old raccoon and bought more time and remembered where I had broken up.

The shaky voice of a young child entered his ear and the church, the boy's house, was visible.

'That, someone's got a customer?.

And it's unusual for children to shake like that. '

If Tuberose also looked at the church with the student's strange voice, there was an "adult" running around with the children's appearance.

And it wasn't just running around, with one child on his shoulder, one hanging like a "bump," holding a child beside each side, holding a total of four children around the church's wide garden, with a grey-haired man chasing the children around.

The children are raising their voices of joy and fleeing the man.

'Sir, you are a small child, so be careful!

I heard a man still feeling young.

'Don't be hard, Rock!. All right, I'll fly more!

After such a reply, hold the child back tight and speed up further.

When the children shouted joyfully, Tuberose and the student boy were reaching the iron fence that would be the entrance to the church.

From the position of the iron fence, one young man in the shade of the church garden lowered his posture as he held the coat-like thing aside, a few of them, but I can see them surrounded by children.

On a good note, the year does not seem so different from that of the young man and Tuberose, but overall it created an atmosphere that seemed gentle, and it was also like him who called out "sir".

This one apparently teaches "greetings" to children who prefer to play hard.

When the student's boy put his hand on the iron fence, the young man, called "Rock" by the running man, who was kneeling in the shade he noticed with that slight sound, stood up with his intercession in his hand.

"Oh, hello. You're the son of this priest, aren't you? And...? '

He immediately figured out the boy was from this church, but he looked at Tuberose standing behind him in a strange way.

'I'm being taught at a school in this country, my name is Tuberose Borij.

There was a scandal at school, which happened with my poor supervision as a teacher and ended with the involvement of the son of Father Trud, a student.

It's up to me to send him, a student, to apologize to his parents. '

Deliberately explain the situation at length and observe a young man named Rock.

Tuberose was just a little surprised, wearing what was commonly known as "butler's clothing", although it wore a coat that had been used for a long time.

(At this time - no, it's butler clothes in this place, so is it just crazy?)

On the other hand, the young man dressed as a "butler", as soon as he heard the introduction, took the string off his hands with some "convinced" expression, and this one also "observed" Tuberose.

"Oops, are you a guest!? Father Lord Trad!! Apparently, it would be nice to have a guest ~ '

As if Tuberose were to block the observation of the deacon's youth, the person who was running with the children stopped running with consideration for the children and made a loud, tense voice towards the church where the priest of the student's father seemed to be.

The figure, caught like a dough by the children, was a prominent head of gray hair, but his spine was stretched straight and he looked actually tall, even from a remote position.

His voice is also youthful and tense, but he's definitely older than Tuberose.

However, if you look at all those places where you have the strength to sneak around and play with children, the gray hair may not even be beyond puzzling (40 years old) because of its physique or something.

'All right, now that the customers are here, we're done playing!!.

Little ones, get off my uncle. '

His mouth was like a clown in retreat, but the children he was holding were being carefully unloaded into the land of the garden.

Still, for a child who comes to the side of a grey-haired man and wraps it around "play ~", he lifts it up with a leopard and puts "high" once and says, "Because I played, I'm done!" Convince me to end it.

When I was high, I had a luxurious smile on my face, but when I honestly listened to the children and said goodbye, I let them seep a little loneliness in my smile.

Still, the gray-haired man waving his hands back firmly made the children feel that way, which was impressive for Tuberose.

(That Mitsuhito is quite a child lover...)

'Sure, my husband, he also likes children.

You live away from your child for the convenience of "work," so I guess you're worried about that too.

Above all, you must have been delighted to see the lazy children of this church - the bright honest children, even with all this disruption in their photography '.

At some point Rock stands on the side of the iron fence and gives such an "explanation", waving a small "goodbye" to the dear children he was playing with, holding something that looked like a red and black coat.

"Wow!?

The student boy was also surprised, but Tuberose was also surprised.

How long have you been here? Besides, I read your mind, no, you used magic)

I know there is a fairly advanced sorcery called "Read the Mind," but I've never experienced it before.

I tried not to put it on my face, but I blinked hard because of the upset.

When I look over the shoulders of a surprising student at a young man called Rock on the side of the iron fence, I smile with a nibbly (little) smile.

Then opened the iron fence of the church, which grew old, sounding giggly.

Tuberose and the student boy. That's the kind of butler trick that guides the mansion, bows his head respectfully and invites him inside.

'I'm sorry, even though you introduced yourself, I used this sorcery.

It's just these rough worlds, my lord - let me use them for the safety of my lord, my "husband".

And from your expression, let me read your feelings a little. "Dr. Tuberose."

Locke keeps his head down, this one gets a long reply inside, plus a name he can't remember at first sight, and Tuberose blinks hard.

- No, it's definitely these times, so I've been careful.

The next moment I kept answering that in amazement, I opened the church door and the student's father - Father Trud - came out and was surprised that my son and the teacher in care were in this place, even though it was not yet time for school to end.

Tuberose had heard the students rush to their father, who was surprised to solidify, and begin diligently explaining that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the teacher who came to apologize for being here, like the hustle and bustle they heard all over town.

A grey-haired man comes to Rock Youth's place with a residual sweat that played with the children scattered, his shirt buttons open and patty, looking slightly at Tuberose on his side, turning his gaze straight back towards his arm only once, silent but smiling for an interview.

- Well, we gave you the letter, and the confirmation is over, so it's bad to interrupt, let's go home.

Rock, keep your coat because it's still hot. '

'I'm in awe, sir. Just wipe the sweat before you do.

'Cause if you catch a cold, and you get it back, especially if it infects you, Dan, it's really annoying.'

The butler's young man with the coat's feathers held a red and black coat and first handed the handkerchief from his nostalgia to his "husband".

If that happens, don't let Shinobi take you down.

"Sir" says that with a laugh.

Tuberose is concerned about these two people, even though he has a "role" to apologize for the inconvenience that has happened in school.

"- Sir, Father Trud and his son seem to be waiting."

I was told by a grey-haired man with a few sharp eyes as I wiped the sweat off my neck with a handkerchief.

"Doctor!"

A grey-haired man is also called up by a student boy, rarely for Tuberose, who rushes to meet two people on the side of the iron fence and hurries to walk towards the church.

In front of the door of the church the priest and the teacher exchanged 2.3 words, first entering the students with the teacher, Tuberose, the priest met the two by the gate and the door closed.

- Is that Anglecomb's love rival?

"Sir, I can't believe you're a rival in love. It's an imprudent expression."

'Well, don't say that.

So, did it feel like I was selling in on an invitation from an old raccoon?

'No, it still seemed lost.

However, you seem to value Master "Balsam" as much as Master Anglecomb.

It also seemed that after learning that Master Balsam admired Master Anglecomb, Mr. Tuberose was thinking about how to make Master Balsam happiest... '

Rock's voice sounds unceasingly somewhere, the Lord - Sage Pean felt it and pounded the over-faithful butler's youth's head.

The idea of a bastard is that if he fails, he really needs to get involved in the ambush line.

It's just surprising that you had the power to fight, albeit a little.

That would be enough for a soldier to lick with the general public. "

The wise man was to a different degree, but it was discernible that a man, who was only a teacher, had a weapon firmly under his clothes sleeve - a machined needle.

'We should put an end to the public's suspicion of each other as soon as possible.

Mrs. Karin will be waiting for you in a country where you have worked hard to raise your children by yourself and for your husband. '

"- Right."

Pean clouded his words only a little to the deacon youth who believed that the only strange thing about his wife, who had left him in the territory, was that the country was not calm.

And rock speaks bright words so that he can regain the feeling of a cloudy pean.

'It's okay.

If you are prepared to admire Master Balsam, knowing that she will not be rewarded, you will tremble, but if you have a story that will lead to her being saved, you will risk your life. "

"Ma, that's my role, so I need to keep my mouth shut."

Pean was handed his favorite red and black coat when he finished wiping his sweat and closed the buttons on his shirt with a familiar hand and reached for the lock.

I don't know what's ahead yet, but the butler who caught a glimpse of the Lord's heartfelt smile a long time ago smiles thinking about his "work" after this.

- If you're your own master, you can perform the role entrusted to Father Barrota.

"Yeah, solicit it firmly with that prized mouthful of eight hands, and draw Mr. Tuberose into the insider...

No, please come in first, sir '

To the Lord, who wrapped his red and black coat with sound once again, the butler intended to praise him and supported him with words that were often received sarcastically.

When Tuberose opened the door to walk away from the church, the day had already largely fallen and the area had turned blue.

You've spoken to the priest more than I thought.

I never thought it was time for the neighborhood to be dyed up at a sunset like this because I had just arrived at the church after noon.

"Doctor, I wish I could have dinner anyway."

Tuberose stares with a bitter laugh at students with a rare and childish wasting attitude whether calling them that way from behind is to stay at home.

And at the back of the priest, the mother of the pupil, who was also a witch in this church, said, "Would you like to join us for dinner?" And so much so that Tuberose and Father Trud realized that time was running out.

Tuberose had managed to come all the way to the door of the church with the phrase "dinner together" from the priest's family.

'I came to apologize today, so I can't be that thick.

Well, I'm sorry about today. "

Without leaving the last student's invitation to "have dinner with me," Tuberose as he walked away bowed his head of apology to the priest who would now be the student's father.

'No, the teacher doesn't mind.

I was the one who taught this kid to "smile even if it's hard."

And I'm sure the underlying cause is something we can't do yet.

Earlier, the priest remembered a little "dangerous story" he had had with his teacher after skipping a child who was a student and laughed at himself and sent Tuberose out.

"Doctor, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm really fine."

"Oh, tomorrow. Father, you really can have it here already.

The children who take care of you are waiting for dinner with the priest '

That's what the priest shakes his neck to the side as Tuberose tries to close the door.

'At the very least, let me see you off to the point of exiting the iron fence gate of the church.

I want to teach this child in the future as the norm when he takes over this church as a priest. '

That said, gently on my son's back, the priest attaches his hand.

My son, the student, looked up with joy at the fact that his father's hand had been placed on his back.

"Okay."

To his close parents and children, Tuberose decides to head to the church gate early with a rare and gentle look on his face.

I hurried to the iron fence and put my hands on it, saying it was bad to keep the children waiting for dinner until the priest reached the table.

The iron fence opened smoothly without sound, but with great care, the body opened as much as slid through it, trying to let it slide in, leaving the church grounds.

If you accidentally remembered the student's nature and looked at the church entrance, you can still see him looking at this one.

It's silhouetted with backlight from inside the church, but he was waving at me.

Tuberose also waved her hands back gently in the dark, and the door slowly closed.

("I'm sure the root cause is that we still can't do anything about it")

Tuberose remembered what the priest had said when he left and what the student had said after apologizing for what had happened after he fell into the well.

Now I grabbed the fence and moved it back and forth to make sure it was secure on the iron fence for safety - I noticed the discomfort.

The entrance to the iron fence moves surprisingly smoothly.

(Sure, this iron fence was making a very loud noise)

If you saw the hinge of the iron fence (a piece of hardware attached to the frame and used as an axis for opening and closing), the hardware can see the antiquity, but something such as rust was dropped and apparently the oil was being shot off, and you could tell by the appearance and smell.

And before I spoke to Father Trud, I remember a young deacon, who called the distracted gray-haired man and his man "sir".

(Speaking of which, I was worried about the "friend" story and I couldn't listen to it)

Tuberose, who usually behaves in a discerning manner, first apologizes for the scandal in the school story, then becomes a public story.

The story of a priest being in the "resistance" that he really listened to from his students as he proceeded with the story.

To tell you the truth, I was wondering how much of an "anglecam" is currently in the deciding army that it has the most power, and I wanted information.

When I waved that story with hesitation to Father Trad, I was surprised enough to know well that at first I would not have thought of being told such a story by a teacher.

But the priest kindly circulated information to the extent that there was no obstacle between Tuberose's position as a teacher and the priest.

And if the deciding army doesn't make it to Balsam's "time to grow up," then you "move".

Tuberose was so determined.

I was distracted by that story, and I also thought about asking who those two were if I could, but I realized that I'd completely forgotten.

(Which one of you repaired it?)

'It's our butler. You'll have good arms.

On behalf of the Lord, who doesn't like to clean up, he's good at details.

And the magic is amazing, but I'm also good at carpentry. "

I heard voices from somewhere.

I just find out immediately that the voice was playing with the children of the church, with the tension of a grey-haired man.

On the back of Tuberose, strangely, the sweat flows sooo much.

Why not, but I felt intuitively that if I was to fight, I would lose.

Still planted to wrap around the inside of the sleeve of the garment, pick the needle with your fingertips, the only weapon.

'Don't worry so much, "Doctor."

I am not the enemy.

Well, maybe I'm not on your side with Dr. Tuberose in a way.

When I did it, they called me "Doctor," and I was irritated even though I was cold sweating, but now I can clearly see that I heard voices from behind.

Looking back with the needle picked, there was just a stoppage of footsteps and a grey-haired man standing around his red and black coat, like matching the cedar background.

The grey-haired man was alone and did not bring a deacon-like youth.

"Good evening, Doctor. No, I wonder if I'm going to be a scholar teacher soon '

Like a prank kid, he laughs at me with his hands in his red and black coat laughing at me.

'Who the hell are you?.

Are you one of the resistances to which the priest, a friend of the priest's, belongs?

Laughing, he shook his gray-haired head left and right.

'It's not that noisy.

I'm confident in strength, but I can't afford to poke my country with my family. "

(Oh, you said that, too, butler youth)

- You're living away from your kids for work.

The grey-haired man continues his words when he sees that Tuberose nodded lightly and figured out "I understood the position of the man in the red and black coat".

"I'm a mere" sage "doing field work with permission from the state."

"Just Sage?. - Are you a wise man?

Even in this world, there are "wise men" in the most difficult qualifications common to all nations.

It seems that there are various conditions for obtaining that qualification, including examining the conditions, "The Trial of the Wise".

And Tuberose sees "Sage" for the first time up close.

I don't know why, but the "people" who became wise often disliked being on the table.

The sage, wrapped in a red and black coat, continues the conversation, regardless of the surprise Tuberose.

"Sage is quite free at Sekiguchi, if it's research to develop his country.

But the state doesn't give me research money, so I deliver letters to people who are inconvenient, even though they have a high percentage and a little bit of money.

And I was also delivering a letter to the priest here from a friend of yours who belongs to a noisy place called the Resistance.

Yeah, but I'm letting you censor the contents for once.

Even if the world agreement guarantees me some freedom, I'd be in trouble if the letter was "allergic."

Looking out of his way, he clasped his shoulders with his hands out of his red and black coat.

You don't have to tell me what's going on.

'So you're here, do you have something for me?.

It's been a long time since I've been in church.

So you're waiting on purpose? '

But the grey-haired man in the red and black coat shook his head now majestically left and right as a boom.

'No, that's not true. They're using this church as a rendezvous point.

I'm just waiting for my own butler who went to use me.

I just have time to deliver it.

Sometimes after the evening, they let me deal with a child and I was killing my time. "

"Do you want to meet me?"

Listening to words that made him feel somewhere hoarse everyday, Tuberose finally got his fingertips off the "planting needle".

"Still, we had time, so after the" teacher "entered the church, our butler repaired the rusty hinge there, saying," If it stays rusty, the children may be in danger. "

You must be good. '

I didn't fix it myself, but proudly put my arms around it and the sage laughs again nickah.

"Yes, your deacon is excellent."

Tuberose was not prompted to say a word of praise, but when he answered him so unexpectedly, the wise man opens his mouth again, touching the iron fence, which had been repaired satisfactorily.

"So, when the repair was finished, the time was just approaching the evening, so I thought about delivering the requested letter.

The person you just asked to deliver it to is a flattering young maiden.

This is not serious. I'd rather have a courteous butler of mine than me go.

Besides, maybe the contents are "love sentences".

I'm sorry I kept asking you to do your job, but I asked the butler '

To the word "love sentence" from the wise man, Tuberose puts his face on.

- You read the contents.

'So I told you earlier.

I'd be in trouble if the contents of a letter from a worldly jerk were "alley."

- That's right.

- Speaking of needing it, I couldn't help but feel that Tuberose, who now has the feeling of being classified as "in love," sees the extreme of nothingness other than the person addressed to him.

To the silent pressures that are not put out into words but are put out from Tuberose, the wise carve wrinkles between his brows like trouble.

I don't know if I'm innocent, either.

But the sender of the letter is a love letter addressed to the executive of the resistance and to the lady in the Wang capital.

No, I guess the contents were more of a status report than a love sentence.

It depends on the character of the man who wrote it, but there was nothing colourful about it in the letter. "

To the word lady here with the executive of the resistance, Tuberose's chest jumped with dokun.

Even if I don't give you a name, I get a pretty good idea.

"Then why did you describe the romance?"

"Well, even if the contents of the report are recent, if the lady who receives them is happy to receive the letter as much as she cries, she won't mind treating it like a" love letter "."

Extremely naturally, a man named Sage scratches his grey-haired head tight after saying it like he said.

"Actually, the last time I gave you a letter, it was because you had tears that only seemed polluting and pathetic.

It's good to cry, but it was awkward and unpleasant.

That's why I asked the butler this time. "

You remind me of how it was then, and I laugh bitterly like I'm really in trouble.

"As relaxing as romance and kids play, it's going to be a relaxing world."

While listening to the sage, Tuberose was relieved that the lady found out in Balsam that the executive of the resistance was Anglecomb - and in her heart.

If she admired Angletham so much, if she had received the letter, it was easy to imagine her joyful enough to cry.

Indeed, a few months ago, I saw her in a mood, perhaps, because I had received a letter from Anglecomb, and there would be nothing else.

It was something that soothed Tuberose's feelings, even with a smile that accidentally made him look wrong.

A wise man saw the gentle Tuberose expression and scratched his grey-haired head boldly again.

"Teacher" seems annoyed to have seen it, but actually, it sounds like he's out of line. "

Correctly, "things are going crazy," he reassembles the hand he was scratching his head and stares at Tuberose.

"What do you want to say?"

From a calm face, back to the usual slightly more risky look, Tuberose asks the wise man.

'No, until I said what I felt and thought, choosing so many words.

Just like when you say you hate taste.

So I'm sure my words will be good for you. '

The sage stares back at Tuberose with a sharp eye, in the appearance that he is not reluctant to take a risky look.

Again, it's sharp enough to transmit the same cold sweat on your back.

But I immediately stopped that sharp gaze, and now one way or the other, the bat looks bad.

'When I heard this story, I thought I'd intervene a little bit if I had jealousy, romantic thoughts, etc.

What do you care, it's straight, so this is going to go wild no matter what I do.

By the way, Doctor.

What do you think happiness is to people?

The story was suddenly changed again, and Tuberose is confused by the content of the question and the answer.

"Isn't the answer to words that just give rise to such an argument more familiar to Lord Sage?

Happiness in the first place is defined as being too abstract in form to be absolute.

Besides, definitions vary from person to person, so it's just a stupid question to ask.

Just generally speaking, in this rough world, the kids aren't happy at least. '

Confused, he gave an answer based on his position as a teacher.

"Ha ha, you're pretty good at saying you're near the Wang capital," Doctor. "

But I still get the aim.

Even if I were asked the answer, if I chose no difficulty, I'd say so.

But a teacher's happiness is happiness when people are happy.

It's an exemplary, "bloody", ideal answer.

If the world became a prime minister for someone like a teacher, it would be foolish to break civil unrest like this. "

Apparently, I know you're being praised by someone called "The Wise Man," but I don't know how to take that.

'I think I'm getting some thankful words, but in the end, I'm just "nothing".

So in a doctrine like mine, the world -- it doesn't make a country. "

My answer was too easy to wait, so I denied my words, as if to mud them.

'But in a peaceful world, you need to think like a teacher.

"That's all I need," he said, "a satisfying heart" is essential for stability. "

The man in the red and black coat put his arms together again and now his hand against the jaw with the beard extended.

"It would be really good to keep exploring, to keep researching, and eventually it would be sublime and the country would develop and flourish.

It is not a bad thing for a country to be luxurious.

But people are boring creatures.

Especially the more people on the lush.

Forget about the one below who is supporting me up there and I will try to be extremely prosperous'

"Sage, tell me what it will be."

- A wise man speaks, and whoever should hear it is not "himself".

"If you are naming a wise man, that is the only way to go to the castle where His Majesty is, and pour it out.

If you are truly a wise man. "

When I think about it, I also think of the possibility that "he is a great person", and I feel the power and wisdom on his side, but not necessarily "wise man".

- Maybe "I'm just deceiving and naming a wise man".

Sage laughs, wondering if you know what Tuberose is thinking.

But the next laugh was dry.

'It's not the "sage" who talks to people who don't have ears to listen, it's the "fool," Doctor.

And making it someone who already knows the answer or giving the wrong explanation on the face, it becomes a dogma.

Well, if you're a clown in a mask, it seems interesting and worthwhile, so you don't have to do it.

And trying to do something extra to a person's love of sex, or trying to interrupt it, is another way of doing it. "

Tuberose has gone beyond understanding, and when the man in the red and black coat finishes spitting out the "line," the man sticks his hand in his nostrils and begins to look for Gasagosa and something.

What the hell is that?

What came out of the nostalgia of the red and black coat was a very old-school "picture book".

'I may have been trying to do something extra.

"Doctor" doesn't have to be a sage or anything, but he can look for his own answers, and he can make up his mind.

Besides, I can be an Angletham competitor enough, and I can't heal a lady in case, but I can help. "

(Anglecam?!)

As soon as Tuberose rounded his eyes in surprise, the man in the red and black coat said just a little sorry and then laughed and put a "ton" of picture books on his forehead that remained stunned.

The motion of being able to put a picture book on its forehead seemed to move badly and slowly, but could not be avoided.

As soon as I felt the "feel" of the picture book on my forehead, I became bright white in front of Tuberose.

If you think the "white color" that spreads in front of you gradually diminishes and starts to break, the next time you come into view is the sunset.

Most importantly, Tuberose was surprised that at some point he stood in front of "tall people he had never seen" who were perfectly silhouetted on the day they were about to sink in the dark.

'- Excuse me, is the border post far from this church?

And from behind, he is suddenly called out and looks back surprised twice.

There, he had a lantern that would be a light in his hand, the year wouldn't change much, but he was still the "first face to see" young man for Tuberose.

It just feels very rare that the lantern lights on my hands, worn under my old coat, were butler clothes even though they were outdoors, but I felt I had seen them somewhere.

"Hey, Rock. That took longer than I thought. '

'Sorry I'm late, sir.

But my husband is terrible.

Now you let me go because you knew the consequences. '

The young man, called Rock, speaks to the man in the silhouette with the face that he was really in trouble in the lantern-lit lights.

"- Of the border, is it the place of detention?

Still somewhat stunned, Rock, with the lantern in his hand, bowed his head again as Tuberose replied so as to break in between two strangers.

'From here, ask, I'm sorry to tell you.

I couldn't help but say one thing about that dissatisfaction with what the Lord was pushing me to do, without telling me what the hard work was about.

If you think it's an easy job or something, fine, because it's a job with guts.

Oh, I'm sorry about the stupidity in the first person I met.

So can you show me the way?.

This is certainly a church run by a country that also has an orphanage, right? '

That's what they say. Tuberose is the first time he "knows" where he is right now.

As expected by Tuberose's gaze, Rock further takes a map of this neighborhood from under his coat and gives it to him to show.

The deacon, pointing fingers and showing him to check carefully, was indeed the church where there were now three.

With a little confusion, Tuberose begins to explain by looking at a map lit by the lantern's thin lights and crawling his index finger at it.

- If I could only know where I am now, it would not have been difficult to guide me.

By looking at the map and exchanging words with Rock, my feelings were rapidly calming down.

"The location of the border post goes straight down the divide that was there before you entered the church -"

(Still, I wonder why I'm in church)

With a natural doubt, Tuberose looks at the map lit by the lantern and continues to explain to the butler named Rock.

(I can't feel any discomfort in my body, only my "memory" has fallen out?)

As I continued to carefully explain to Locke, but began to trace the memories that remained in my head by hand exploration, I could remember immediately after the guide.

(A student fell into the well because of my negligence at school.

to apologize to the student's parents for that, certainly to the church after noon, I sent it to)

- But the memory appeals to Tuberose that the sun was still high when it was delivered, and it should certainly have been bright "after noon".

(Yes, I do remember watching the sunny sunshine well over the student's hindsight)

'Rock if you think about it, what took you so long?.

Surely after lunch you could have met the other side?

When I remembered it was "after noon," the silhouette man told me that he was Rock's master, who had listened to the directions all the way, as if to imprint them in Tuberose's memory.

'Yes, I did get to meet with the other side after noon.

I was able to give you the letter you were asking for, and the work situation is over.

So I wanted to write you back, so I waited a while.

I wasn't expecting to wait, but after I started reading the letters I received... '

From there, the butler clouded his words and only slightly, resentfully stuck the silhouette man over Tuberose's shoulder.

'Okay,' cause I'm getting a job for a high price.

As much as we talk about the customers, go out with them.

This one's been talking to the priest about a lot of things since after noon before I came to this meeting place. "

From a man in pong and silhouette, Tuberose was slapped on the shoulder.

Play that and remind me again.

(Oh, yeah, definitely with the priest. We were discussing the current situation in this country)

I do remember having a discussion with fever, thinking about the future of the children in this country.

I'm sure the root cause is something we can't do yet.

So now I do remember feeling stuffy about what I could really do.

When I remembered something about that, there was a bass sound of something winging over Tuberose's head.

"Oh, rare. What is the shape of a white pigeon with a demon?

Get your hands off my shoulder and point to the night sky, where the stars also began to shine, said the silhouette man in a voice that sounded all a little purposeful.

"White dove?

Mr. Angletham, I've been asked to copy.

A user demon proudly shown to Balsam as a student, the white dove stopped on the shoulder of Tuberose, who had just been slapped by Pong.

The pigeon's ankle had a silver cylinder that reflected the lantern's glittering lights.

'To say that the demon of use is coming, you seem to have received an urgent communication.

Thank you for the polite directions I asked for all of a sudden.

Sir, the sun is completely down.

It's time for us to come. "

The deacon's young man tried to cut the story off, folding the map cleverly with one hand into his jacket, and lowered the lantern he was raising.

'Oh right. Goodbye then... let...'

The last one is kind of mouth-watering, and the silhouette guy goes past the side of Tuberose.

And when I went through the side of the lantern lights that Rock was holding, I knew for the first time that the coat the man was wearing was red and black and his head was gray.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

Locke bowed his head to his knees, and the man who became his husband did not even look back, and the two walked away lightly from the front of Tuberose.

A pigeon stops on his shoulder squeaking slightly when his footsteps are completely away.

"Oh yeah, I have to read the letter"

Unexpectedly in his mouth, Tuberose hastily laid his hands on a silver cylinder in the user demon's ankle.