Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Rock, Miss Balsam would have been adorable?.

Then he cried out, would he be in trouble?.

And if it was rock, it would have been fine with a lady in shape who would have called the devil in. '

As the two of us walk down the road that serves as a border crossing, we ask what it's like to meet Balsam, including how Sage Pean Vinegar teases half to the lock of a deacon who is too loyal to himself.

The butler sighs majestically and stares only a little at his Lord, who walks right next door.

"-" Demons "are personally interesting and I have studied them.

However, I knew that Master Balsam admired Mr. Anglecomb, but that was enough to say that he was already in love from the bottom of his heart.

I really wanted you to tell me about it in advance if you could.

Besides, when I managed to comfort the tearful lady back, my husband did that in a picture book he kept from Master Barrota.

Master Tuberose is sucking away the memory of meeting us.

It's the same thing that changed the operation. '

Free movement. Mainly, deacon youth beware.

- Originally, Pean told the "old raccoon" everything, including the activities of the deciding army, and asked Tuberose to cooperate as an informant, "an operation that Anglecomb had in mind".

'That's good. Rock wasn't originally against it, either, but he wouldn't have agreed to Anglecomb's operation with his hands up, would he?

'That's true, though.

I've changed the scenario this way, and, sir, are you sure you're okay?

He starts scratching his gray-haired head in words that worry him too.

It even exposed a lack of confidence.

But he plays his fingers patsy as if to shake it off, smiles in a mood, and excuses himself to the butler beside him.

"If you're Dr. Tuberose, you'll be fine! I think so.

'Cause he was really, really in love with Miss Balsam, and he wanted me to be happy.'

"Sir, we know that Dr. Tuberose's personality is normally communicative with the lady who attracts the devil.

However, we would like to begin by asking you if you feel very serious about the success of the operation.

And that's how people feel, and I was wondering what it would be like to exchange jokes and answer - '

In that respect, the butler, who had been asked by the wise man's wife to refer to the "husband", who tended to joke, turns his relentless sharp gaze towards "sir" and tries to take it out of his back, hiding a wand that could also be his weapon.

'Rock, sorry, sorry, sorry!.

But I don't think Gloriosa would disagree with what I did this time.

So it fits, and the rock stops moving.

(My name is Gloriosa, unless you suggested it)

Originally, there were two "thought-provoking" proposals by Anglecam and Gloriosa, and the "measures" were worked out, including a letter from Barrota.

And the idea and the idea are different from each other, but the result is the same as making Tuberose an insider.

Which is more realistic in seeking the "result", it was still "Anglecomb's proposal".

"Well, it's just a thought."

Gloriosa was laughing when Angletham's proposal was discussed and decided with Peen, the four heroes and the wise man.

"If you don't conspire or do anything, and you're willing to cooperate, that's number one, as Gloriosa says, so do I."

When I said that, Sage didn't notice the small change in rock.

"My lord is just laughing, remembering his charismatic new young best friend"

Seeing that figure even in the evening, the overly faithful butler has chewed his lips small in it.

(My husband is really just influenced by and agreeing with the words of Gloriosa, the leader of the deciding army.

How can you feel so much like burning your chest when that's all)

In the countryside, Pean is lightly exposed to the leaders of the decision-makers who are now helping him with a heartfelt smile that only rarely appeared to him.

Rock could do that. I was envious of Gloriosa, and I was jealous.

And the wise man, who noticed there early on in "the jealousy of a faithful butler," squeaks and scratches Rock's head.

"Sir! Is it sudden? '

The lantern lights that the lock holds in his hand shake his head to shake.

The swinging lights showed the end of the mouth of the gray-haired sage gouging up.

"Don't be jealous of Yakimochi, Rock.

Gloriosa did take her best friend's vows, but you're the only one who can take care of me perfectly, and I can't help it without you. '

'- Nothing. I'm not a jerk.

My husband can't bring out a heartfelt smile, he's just irritated by his impudence '

The sage laughs again at the deacon's answer.

"Why don't you just always" laugh "?.

That's why Father Trud's son's case is also triggered by a smile.

Sometimes it's enough to laugh ridiculously. '

Sage liked to see the part of the butler who didn't realize Rock but was always patient and too firm to be jealous this way or something.

That's what only Pean Vinegar knows about "the stubborn face of a good butler's lock".

One of the reasons Pean liked Gloriosa as his best friend was that the fact that it was in there was a "secret" he was going to take to the graveyard.

(If I tell you why, I'm sure Rock won't have a real place to put his emotions)

'Ha ha, is that the way you say it?

Oh, by the way, don't tell me too much about Miss Balsam, even if Angletham asks you, except that she was fine.

To the point of giving him the letter deposited, keep him stuck. '

I was going to change the subject, but Rock was so surprised that he stopped walking.

'Why not? Master Angletham won't be on the table, but I'm worried about Mr. Balsam in my mind.

I'm worried about Balsam and all that craziness. '

Even if I only remembered when I gave you the letter from Angletham, I was not convinced of the Lord's words to Rock, who appeared to be much of a jerk.

"Deacon, thank you so much for your letter. Balsam's life is because of Anglecomb."

When I told him it was a letter from Angletham and gave him a white note.

Even as she wet her white cheeks with tears, the beautiful lady was smiling and hugging the letter to her chest with green eyes and tiny beautiful lips.

Around her body, which was easy to gather "demons", at this time, all the adorable windy spirits of "prefer those who fall in love" blessed her as if she had received a letter, enveloping her.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind, I'll have this handkerchief.

If you're a concurrent person, you're about to be distracted by your pathetic appearance, but Locke, who has the heart of a magic guide, didn't.

Just as naturally to the lady who tears, Rock offers a white handkerchief from her nostalgia, she receives it carefully and expresses her gratitude as incredibly heard by Gloriosa that it is "high flying everyday".

"Thank you, sweet butler.

It is proof of your health and victory, Dear Anglecam, that you can afford to spend time and write to me like this, being such a wagga mom and child.

That's why I'm glad to know that Anglecomb can afford it. "

"Master Angletham really cares about your daughter."

Without intending to console him, the butler tells him so when he glimpses Angletham writing a letter to Balsam.

Instead of a burnt face on a day that was always full of cold laughter, I really grabbed the pen with joy and saw him run the pen on a note in order to write a letter to Balsam.

"Yeah, I know you care.

I am Anglecam's best friend, my mother's belly brother, Uncle Gloriosa's niece.

Sometimes my mother and Uncle Gloriosa are close, and they've been dating since I was born.

I'm ashamed to say that Uncle Gloriosa was with me when I was babysitting (nappy * diaper).

I fell in love with him at first sight. "

To the extent that the word "maiden in love" did not seem to apply except, Balsam's appearance of speaking of Angletham looked nasty and rocky.

"My mother used to say," It's thanks to you, Angletham, that Balsam's swaddling came off early. "

That's how much I was aware of Master Angletham, but I'm sure he's going to be adorable, like his mostly year-old away sister.

I'm going to know that, too.

But as an equal "person," I don't know if you can look at me in a way that you can love.

I admire you insanely. "

So I cut my words once to loneliness and stare at the letter holding me to my chest.

"Truly, if Master Anglecomb were gone from this world, I admire him so much that he seems to be left behind from time to time"

Words that are also likely to be perceived as dreamy girl bullshit, but to the deacon youth, Balsam's words did not feel false at all.

(Master Balsam really likes Mr. Anglecomb)

Just staring at this lady, I was able to rock into a dazzling feeling.

And somewhere in Balsam's mind I think of Angletham, something resonating turns out Rock is in me.

(- I guess Anglecam is important to Balsam as much as my husband is to me)

I don't hold love or anything like Balsam, but even for Rock, Pean Vinegar is a loved one and benefactor above all else.

I'm sure there's less time in Rock's life for him to be an orphan and pick it up and freshly leave Pean.

(Master Baltham was forced to come to the King's Capital this time, even though he had less time to see Master Angletham because he had joined the deciding army for peace.

Now, in case the pacification fails -)

I'll never see my loved ones again.

And Rock had an unexpected thought of something he'd never thought about before.

♪ A world where Peen Vinegar's gone ♪

My spine freezes at once.

"Don't worry, I'll only die if the meteorite hits me directly in the back of the head or when I'm old."

Before joining the Determined Army, when I was laughing and persuading my family and Rock to do so,

My husband's kidding again.

And I heard the word in disdain, but there is a good chance that a "person" named Peen Vinegar will die before himself, even if he never dies in battle.

"Thank you, gentle butler.

The only people who didn't listen to my words were Mr. Boriji and you, the two of you, since the King's capital forced me to bring you here. "

In Balsam's words, frozen and hardened body ties were untied.

"Yes, no. I'm afraid of losing my loved ones, too, because I'm going to know"

(I just got you to tell me)

The lady had a graceful smile that also seemed to show off Rock's feelings.

He accidentally made a sound, opened a fan and accidentally hid it from his mouth.

"Please read the contents and wait as I will write back to you shortly"

"Ok, please take your time to write back"

Wait in the courtyard of the house where Baltham is being looked after separately from the dormitories, and where there is a kinship that will eventually be made to dowry.

And what Rock would think was, "When my loved ones disappeared from this world,"

You know it's normal for people to die any day, but you never put it in Peen Vinegar.

"Do I want to be in this world even if my husband disappears?"

I can't imagine Pean gone.

Balsam returns with the letter in his hand while Locke is distressed.

On the lady's shoulder, I saw a white dove - a rock with witchcraft talent - and I knew immediately that it was a demon.

Thank you for sending this letter to Master Angletham.

I'll take the letter, Balsam's face looks sinking.

"May I ask, was there anything wrong with the letter?"

Balsam shook her head as she sifted her beautiful golden hair.

Then ask the butler.

"Hey, is there someone important to the butler?.

For me, if you're like Anglecomb. "

"Yeah, I'm here. It's not a romantic sentiment, but if you admire it and want to protect it in lieu of your life"

Without being able to answer what he had asked, and even though it was an even more sudden question, Rock was able to answer questions from Balsam without hesitation.

"So if it's for that person, can you even think it's terrible?

Can I use someone who believes in me to fulfill their wishes and wishes? "

He was asked again as he was viewed with beautiful green eyes, playing with the luxurious fan he had as a bummer.

"Yes, if it's for someone important. I don't care how much dirt the person wants to protect.

I would love to wear any dirt. "

And when he heard the words of Rock, who answered without hesitation, Baltham put his fan in his mouth, which remained folded, and smiled again.

"- I can't get dirty with mud.

To be the daughter-in-law of Dear Anglecam, unless you are a lady "

It was a clear lady herself, but when Locke and her eyes came, they burst out laughing at each other at the same time.

"I wanted to talk to the butler more."

"It's an honor, my lady. But I don't have much time, when I was on your side again..."

Suggesting to the lady what a giggle Rock had blown out, she shook her beautiful blonde hair left and right again and smiled sadly.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that. I haven't had an adult in years.

And a few days from now, as a bridesmaid training, it's a carriage that will be closed to this mansion.

If you refuse, your mother in the country could do something wrong. "

In reply to Mr. Anglecomb,

So I gave him the look of a bitter bug bite and stared at the letter I had received from Balsam.

"There's no way they're gonna shut you down."

- This lady, who really admires Anglecomb, can put her feelings behind her at any cost for the sake of the other person.

"Yes, of course I haven't written a word.

As long as it's enough to get in the way of Dear Anglekham's hope, I choose to be a pawn in politics as the granddaughter of the King of Darkness.

But before you become a pawn in politics, before my body gets dirty, if Master Anglecomb's hopes come true and you finish remitting the peace of the country.

I will also strive to make my dreams come true "

You're going to be Anglecomb's wife, aren't you?

Just as Baltham was sure his toddler would dream, Rock found that he still imagines marrying Angletham, whom he would have imagined many times.

And that dazzling smile on my face.

"Yes, you're right. And one day, if I and Master Anglecomb had a child.

I hope that the child will also meet his loved ones, as I and Lady Angletham have met in this peaceful country. "

Are you a child?

Earlier, Rock was surprised by the boulders because it was a modest story about whether the country could make peace or not, and if so, marriage and - but suddenly it was a children's story.

But Miss Balsam continues to talk pleasantly without a problem.

"Yes, if I could be bound, I'm sure a pretty angelic baby like Master Angletham would come to me and Master Angletham.

We have a name. "

The young butler, who is a determined army and watches Anglecomb's cold, belly and skin all black, accidentally opens his mouth with the meaning to advise.

"In my personal opinion, I think Angletham would be more pleased to look like your daughter if she were to give you two children. Yeah, I'm sure."

To this word of rock, Balsam says wonderfully with a fan on his cheek that remains folded.

"Oh, Deacon, you say the same thing about your friend Smiley.

Angletham's troubled smile is so cute.

But me and Anglecomb have the same eye color, so the baby must have green eyes. "

In the words of the butler, who strongly argues that the child's face should resemble that of his mother, Baltham, while twisting his white and thin neck in a heartfelt wonder, further discussed, "What if a child was born between himself and Angletham?"

While we're talking about such "fun stories," there's a clockstand bell in the center of the country.

"It's evening. I have to go back now.

Your lady has set the sun, please go inside the mansion. "

He began to say goodbye to Balsam, unfortunately, as Rock looked up at the clockstand.

"Right. I have to attach an appointment to meet with someone after this.

It was a great time talking to you, sweet butler.

Thanks. "

"Welcome, thank you so much.

I sincerely hope that the peace will be over and that your lady will be given an angel with Anglecomb "

Only, I had to behave as a deacon of those who qualified as wise men, their neutrality, not as the backbone of the determinants.

But Rock, who feels sympathetic to this "feeling of thinking of a loved one," couldn't help but wish the lady happiness.

And Rock plays his fingers patchy.

A small spirit-stone thin string that was stretched out to keep them from eavesdropping in mind - a vibrant string that I used when I was teaching my children to pick up the aya, returns to rock hand in unison.

"If you have as much magic power as you do, you don't have to be a butler or volunteer for a national army or an army from another country to be treated well.

Especially after this hall, the Lord now desires a brilliant magician like you "

Rock shakes his neck to the side of this and opens his mouth clearly.

"The only place I should be, no, is next to (rather than) my loved ones who are very bad at cleaning up where I want to be.

And I promised to take him home, but also to whoever became his wife. "

"Really? I'm a wagamama, so if you care about me, I can't help but want to be alone."

In Balsam's less honest words, Rock laughs bitterly.

"I think the feelings of the loved ones that your lady thinks are as good as the feelings of the loved ones that I think.

But if the important thing is that you seem happy with your wife and her family, then that's the happiness of a "person" named me.

I'm really scared of losing my loved ones, but I'm even more scared of my loved ones getting unhappy. "

Pean was greatly heartbroken as the ruler of the land, as both the people and the children were frightened because of the civil unrest.

"We share that opinion.

Nothing is more painful for me than the way my loved ones suffer "

Balsam can't give Angletham's name out of his lovely lips anymore because Locke has unlocked his eavesdropping measures.

Anglecam was invited by Gloriosa's decision-makers to come in because he could not bear to see the people who would hold back his dreams because this country was going to waste or because of irrational things.

"If you complain all the time, if you move your mouth all the time, it won't change the world.

I'm going to try to be evil, my dear lady. Please support me. "

If you don't like the state of unhappiness, you have to make an effort to get out of yourself.

He snuck up on me when I was "alone," holding a young balsam.

So Balsam was really young and determined when he was held up waiting for Angletham's dream to come true, to "want me to be his daughter-in-law".

(If your dreams come true, now listen to my dreams, Dear Angletham)

Pean then meets Gloriosa, who "descended" from the valley of Robrow's pride, "lost his way!" where he is secretly heartbroken by the frightened inhabitants and the appearance of the children, and is attracted and volunteers to join the deciding army.

A few days later, I came looking for a lost leader, agreeing to the application of a wise man who was tied to his family and land, both from Anglecomb and with the same dilemma as himself.

"If you fail to calm down, you may return here."

It was Barrota the priest who came looking for a more lost leader and a deputy leader who would not go back to look for it, although he was one of the last to come, but would be some sort of gatherer.

Gloriosa and Angletham marvel at the sage of their age who are volunteering for a buddy.

However, I was also surprised to take the butler to take care of him because he said he was too bad at cleaning up.

And the deacon is also amazed at the fact that he has the magic to supposedly "Why Deacon?" and the priest is amazed only three times in total.

"Hopefully," the priest was later told by a wise man that Pean also wanted to take his succeeding son Van with him at the end of his training.

Karin, just a wise man's wife, said the story was gone when she talked to her husband about “ other daughters other than her eldest, who stubbornly (coddled) puberty and rebellion, may behave just in case they treat one special. ”

And when Rock heard the story from the priest, all he could do was shut up.

(I'm sure this rough phase right now is bad.

Once the country is settled, the ladies below will surely be as kind as Mrs. Karin.

And to your husband and close family)

Five daughters were born, the four daughters below became united with something, and the Lord's work, his research, and his time to collaborate on parenting were running out.

Neither Rock, during his executive duties, was called abruptly to arbitrate rough residents to help Karin, nor was he able to take any intermediate time to conquer bandits, etc. who came into the territory.

If the country has settled down, my daughters will settle down, Karin will surely calm down and make it easier.

Then, as we used to, I'm sure I can get a lot of time to laugh and talk about Peen, like when we met.

I get a cold voice where I repeat the word "I'm sure" over and over in my mind.

"So, when the corner was calm," the loved one became annoyed about his family "?

What if I ended up making a peace with my life on the line and it didn't work at all?.

If "important people", like me, are caught up in the tools of their birth or just for the tedious tension of their intentions.

If your loved ones were imprisoned for problems where there are no dropouts or solutions, how would you do it? "

Balsam was asking Rock so he could see through his mind.

I hear in advance that she herself is a brilliant magician, so even if the magic was used to see through her mind, nothing makes Rock wonder.

But now I realize that's not just Balsam's word, it's the word being put out because "darkness" is capturing her.

"Darkness" enters the gap of her heart and, although it is a very dark feeling, she finds herself saying what she wants.

"Don't put it in your mouth, it's something you shouldn't," was the word Balsam put out, knowing it was taken in by the darkness.

(No matter how rare the magician and the world call him, he is still less than an adult.

If there was something shaky about the contents of the letter from Anglecomb, there is no reason for darkness to enter)

Excuse me for a moment, my lady.

(But I'm neither weak nor young enough to be taken in by Darkness)

The butler has never even shown the Lord, with cold eyes, his mouth close to Baltham's ear.

At that moment the white dove of the user demon flew off the girl's shoulder so that she feared rock.

"When a loved one is in captivity, I weep at my" husband "trying to escape from such a place, and it behaves like a loyal healthy butler and instigates it with a genuine act.

Because that's also the "real" part of my stripping.

If the two of us were able to escape because I also have a desire for exclusivity, that would be appreciated.

But even if I instigate it, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll ride.

That guy even knows how to use his emotions "sage".

By instigating me to cry, I exercise control over my feelings.

That's okay, because if I stay by your side, that's fine.

And sooner or later, when your husband becomes "unharmed by his troubles".

Legally and casually, I will look for a way to rid my husband of his heart-wrenching people from this world with sincere regret for their suffering. "

Rock's voice, containing an amount of darkness that far surpasses Balsam's "darkness" into the gap of his heart, enters the lady's ear and devours the darkness that lies within.

Eating up the "sweet darkness" in the beautiful girl, the "darkness" that Rock deals with returns to the Lord.

There was a clattering noise and the luxurious fan Balsam had fell to the floor.

Along with that, something else falls.

I was gripping it inside the fan. It was rooted with a silver dove moulded.

Rock supported Balsam's luxurious body by stopping aside, as he had predicted.

"Ma'am, if you'll excuse me, what is it - are you okay?"

Balsam nodded weakly, supported by a lock.

"Excuse me, Deacon, but for the first time in my life, I'm going to do something very" terrible, "so my mind seemed more upset than I thought.

To the lady's words that it was the first time she had been born, Rock accidentally smiled as she drained her power by using magic that handled quite a bit of darkness.

"Though I have rarely been affected by the Dark Spirit, I have been very rude to the Deacon"

Yes, when Baltham answered, the white dove of the user demon came back again and stopped on her shoulder.

The devil's dove rattles his throat to worry about her, slightly but taken in by darkness.

"No, I did use magic, but don't worry about what I answered because I also meant it.

By the way, my lady. Are you sure you're okay? "

Become a serious face and ask Balsam.

The lady was able to stand firmly on her own feet, away from the arm supported by the lock.

"Yeah, it's okay.

It's the time of such a catastrophe (oh man - deep blue spreads in the western sky, plus the darkness is nearer and less disastrous), using the art of darkness to take in darkness, pretty advanced magic, are you okay?.

I was taught at school that dark magic can sometimes be taken in when it's wrong to use it.

"I'm fine, so don't worry about your daughter.

Originally, my specialty in surgery is "darkness".

Oh, more important than that, isn't it? "

To delude me from worrying, I carefully picked up the fan Baltham had dropped earlier and the roots of the silver dove and put it back in her little white hand.

And for Balsam, "the rooting of the silver dove" seemed very important, thank you, said in a trembling voice, then another hand also layered over him and shook him tightly, leaning against his chest as if he were praying.

The luxurious body was shaking just a little and the butler's complexion staring at it wasn't too good either.

Lady to the butler, being forced on each other was obvious.

But they delude each other into feeling, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Do "impossible" things that hurt you for what matters to each other.

Baltham and Rock were silently painful that it was the same there.

I believe that "I want to be of service to that person" is the foundation for supporting me in a world where that feeling is rough.

"Well, since we're really running out of time.

Perhaps your lady and I will never meet again, but please, master. "

Now it's time I bowed my head down to really say goodbye.

"Gentle Deacon, you too.

And please, with that letter, tell him "Balsam seemed fine".

Tell them I'm fine if you're really fine. "

Rock nodded with certainty at Balsam's last words.

- Yes, Balsam asked me, so I told Angletham it was okay. If I don't tell him, Rock has a sense of purpose.

"Sir, why shouldn't I tell you that the lady was a breath disaster and that I'm really happy for you to be safe with Anglecomb?

While I was completely on the night lane, only the lantern that Rock would hold was lit, floating a red and black coat of peans walking right next to me.

The wise man was walking with his hand in his pocket, but he took his hand out of it and scratched his grey-haired head tight.

"About that, Rock. Maybe even my best friend Gloriosa.

"Balsam was very healthy and pleased to receive Anglecomb's letter"

Even so, I can't believe Angletham more than to say that Balsam is really okay. "

"Why not?"

Not as wise as a sage, but a deacon who is going to be at Pean's side and teach magic, or who is going to be studying independently and doing quite a bit of "learning" doesn't know Anglecomb's mood and the meaning of the Lord's Word.

'Well, Anglecomb knows common sense, so he'll say a proper thank you to you for telling him.

I can't believe I'm saying something I trust like, "Thank you, Balsam seems fine and above all, it helped me to tell you", but the truth is, my skin and stomach are black, so I can't believe the information you gave me on the corner.

'Skin and belly color have nothing to do with it, although I also think it probably won't be white.

Then why do you ask me or your husband to check on Miss Balsam when you give her a letter?

If you don't believe me, it's completely pointless. '

"You do that because you're worried about that lovely lady."

Even in a normal manner, the Lord answered the butler's question.

"But our story and the report, Master Angletham told us not to believe -"

The butler said so much and finally realized what his husband meant by saying.

The wise man, the Lord, laughs again in the darkness.

"Don't tell me too much about Miss Balsam, even if Angletham asks about her, except that she was fine."

Give him the letter he's been deposited with and keep him busy. "

So you're wasting your time? Until you know for sure with your own eyes, no matter how much you trust me, no matter how much your lady says, I can't really feel safe. "

- I don't think it's useless, but there's no better word to trust than "okay" or "okay" in a phase like this.

No matter how much I say it's okay with words, I still think that's all the evidence I care about if I don't see it with my own eyes.

Well, the word obsession might also apply. '

'Sir, please stop obsessing.

Please make it an expression that both Angletham and Balsam care about each other. "

As for Balsam's upright (hitamu) attitude and the rock that saw the tears, I didn't want even Pean, the dear Lord, to describe those two relationships with the word "obsession".

A pean accepting the words and actions of a younger butler who usually jokes too much, but uncommonly without discouragement - begins to reply with a voice that makes you feel cold.

'Then I'm stronger in the feeling that "if you're such an important person, it would be an age difference, but whether your hands are stained with blood or not, don't take into account their position. Make them your partner, but leave them beside you".

- Otherwise, we can also preach that the dedicated butler did reckless and stupid things of using dark magic in silence during the time of catastrophe, mainly without permission! '

In addition to the gully and unusual tone of his voice, a sharp voice, like a whip, echoes in the dark night, and when he finds that the wise man is genuinely angry, Rock immediately turns to the Lord for an apology.

"Smitty husband... ugh!

The moment Rock turned around, Pean Vinegar was picking the butler's young man's reasonably good shaped nose.

The power to pick was relentless and to considerable pain, Locke accidentally closed his eyelids vigorously like a toddler.

Close your eyes and tell the painful ears of Rock to pour out the words of a sermon that are truly rare and wise.

"I don't know how it happened, but I don't remember giving Rock permission to use dark magic in the event of a catastrophe by himself (oh man) when I wasn't around.

I would have taught you that the art of darkness threatens to hold you to life in darkness if you are not beside "those with the strength to hold you back."

Or attract a being called the devil, and be seduced attractively, and consequently become no longer a person.

That's how you first forgot the first thing I noticed when you tried to be involved because you were smart enough to handle the art of darkness! '

In his sharp voice, he felt the emotions of heartfelt worry, the feeling of joy that he was safe, the anger that he had done something reckless, and all sorts of emotions, and Rock's eyeballs were just a little hot.

"I'm not so sure, sir."

While his nose was picked, the wise man, unable to sustain his anger at the deacon who apologized seriously, breathed out a small breath and took his hand off Rock's nose.

The tip of his nose was red enough to tell immediately that it wasn't all because of the lantern lights.

"Really worried, I'm sorry, sir"

The butler leaned down on his nose as he felt the redness and tingling pain, again stating his apology to the Lord.

"I'm always sure, and I just need your help, it's not the right thing to say to you.

As the man who taught you magic, you must keep it on. "

With a bitter face, the wise man tells Rock so, who is both a butler and a disciple and one of the irreplaceable.

'Yes, I'm sorry. Sir.

If it's true, it's a selfish behavior that can't help but be admonished by wooden sticks and canes.

The degree to which you pinch your nose is kind. '

In this word, the sage also laughs bitterly at the boulder.

"I'm proud to be a flirtatious person, but I don't have a cruelty hobby.

But I twisted it with a lot of force and picked it up.

So... what am I supposed to pick and say, is my nose okay?

Locke lifts the lantern in his hand, trying to illuminate his face, leaning over and staring at his nose tip.

When I touch it with the fingertips of the hands of those who do not have a fearful lantern, I only soothed my body in pain at first, but after that I slowly stroke my nose tip with my fingertips, while calmly putting out words to check how I was doing.

'Yes, if you say your nose doesn't hurt, it's a lie, because it doesn't mean you won't be able to do anything.

It doesn't mean I no longer have the sense of smell to play my best role, and I'm fine, sir. '

It is also possible to capture with the nose the scent of fragrance for familiarity, which is always slightly worn by the pean.

Pean spoke calmly to the butler, who was still holding his nose down at his fingertips, as he was back to the usual definite butler's rock voice.

"Because of the gentle rock, I think I used the dark technique to extend it to help Miss Balsam..."

Rock nodded slowly, as he did when he was a toddler, when the word was picked up.

'Yes, as your husband guessed.

Your lady was about to be taken in by the darkness. "

'Right. Then you may lack certainty and accuracy on your own, but you might have been right to move to Gloriosa's "come up with" and put it down. "

Once again, Pean takes the picture book from the red and black coat and looks at it in pieces.

This picture book is very dangerous to handle, so Rock hasn't even been allowed to touch it by Pean, the wise man, or by Barrota, the priest who owns this book.

And the only person who understood how memories were sucked out was Pean, who was qualified as a "sage."

"It will be the key to prohibition," but so far, I can only suck away memories and magic, because it's a picture book that I can't even read the letters.

After I settle down, I'd like to do some research. '

'Sir, is magic okay?.

Sure, Father Barrota is sucked up for what he says, isn't he?

If so, shall I have it instead '

Rock was naturally reaching out to an old picture book called Sucking the Magic Out, with a heart that wanted to help the Lord at all who worried him.

When I try to touch it in a little while now, the picture book is put up high by the pean.

'- No, you don't have to do that.

Don't worry, you've done enough for me. '

The hand of the softly stretched lock grabs the sky, and the wise man keeps the old picture book up, and clearly, Pean shows Rock the attitude of "not getting involved" in the picture book.

Deacon is mildly surprised and frightened by the Lord's attitude to that end.

The moment he saw the frightened butler, Pean felt like he had done too much, but the unfounded heartbreak in his heart that "this picture book and dear butler should not be allowed to touch" came from "when we met".

I consulted Barrota, my age only once, with this unfounded anxiety.

But there was no time for books, materials, and most importantly, to pursue the rationale, so the two of us could only set aside our thoughts "after the peace is over."

However, Barrota also said, "If Pean felt such a heartbreak, there would be nothing wrong with preventing it."

"It's bothering me every day, so I'm worried about my chest crash."

To rhetoric, including the preaching of the priest, the wise man honestly decides to obey and keep the dear butler away from the picture book.

"Rock, I'm sorry.

I just feel like I should be careful with this picture book. "

For Pean the Wise, he finds that he is unusual in speaking words with emotion, and finds that he includes a concern for himself in it, so the butler returns his hands with great care.

"If that's what a wise husband would say, I'm sure he's never been there to do it."

While thanking the butler for honestly pulling it off, I will teach you a little bit about the picture book, with no basis, but also the lighting cover for things that got a little annoying.

There was also such a strange basis among the sages that "you don't even have to touch the picture books".

"Actually, some of the picture books are a page torn.

Were you badly treated by a disturbed man who said he was one of Gloriosa and the others' former companions who brought this in?

I guess it has a little to do with the reason "sage" (so), but Pean, who is also quite a reader, seems uncomfortable that the book is not treated with care, and he engraves a fine wrinkle between his eyebrows.

But I didn't like the tidiness of the book, I didn't think the butler in charge of its tidiness in one hand, and it was blowing out enough to rock a lantern that illuminated my feet.

I feel the lock blew out at a good time, the open picture book freshly closed with a pat of sound, and Pean nostalgic.

- Just a little bit, the space around the picture book was distorted, and neither the sage nor the butler noticed that the "line" of darkness, thinner than the thinner thread, had stretched out to the butler.

"Well, maybe you were right to suck our memories out of Dr. Tuberose."

Feeling completely switched stories, Pean tells Rock that, finally laughing and the butler lighting his feet with a lantern nods small in the dark night as he obeys.

When Pean flies his consciousness to the "Guardian's Boundary Stone" that Barrota has asked us to set up for the church where we left off, we can see that no one is outdoors anymore.

"Well, are you headed to the cry drop place by now, or are you in the middle of a cry drop?

I'm in love with my daughter, and as an adult, I have a heart to mourn the tragedy of this country, so even if we don't do what we instigate, it'll be fine enough. "

The voice of this wise man that it would be "okay" had nothing to do with feelings of delusion and so on, and while it took away memories, it was full of trust and confidence.

"I'm sure that if you're a teacher," this is one chance, "you'll connect Miss Balsam and the story that was directed at you well."

"Even if we didn't do anything, Dr. Tuberose said," I tried to be an insider from myself, "which was the kind of scenario that Gloriosa thought, and her husband wanted, too."

To the word of the deacon, the Lord nodded in darkness.

"Later, the advantage of" if you think of it "also increases the chances of not involving Miss Balsam.

If the trace we were in contact with was in the teacher's "memory," if the last finish is unwilling to fail, but fails.

Your enemies will also find out that the informant on the boulder is Dr. Tuberose.

The teacher also carries out his life, so I don't think there will be any failure first.

I'm not going to let you, but if you fail, it will be natural for you to disguise yourself as irrelevant and take refuge with Miss Balsam.

Above all, I didn't tell anyone, I helped the resistance on my own volition. "

- Worst of all, Pean found out today that the "mouth blocking" qi bone is in Tuberose under all responsibility.

And Angletham's letter to Balsam shows that Tuberose is in love with her and is trying to "use" it.

(No, should I say "look" for my love rival there?)

Though Pean thought himself and people were bad, Rock looked up to the tall Lord wonderfully sideways, enjoying thinking about the calm man reading the letter and jerking off, suddenly cuckooing, and leaking a small laugh.

The Lord, who realizes what is being seen by the Deacon, coughs up and deludes himself to continue the conversation.

"Even if he wasn't specialized in fighting, Dr. Tuberose felt the same way about four of those decision-makers' representatives" wanting to make his country better.

If you don't have a "memory" of contact with us, your condition changes when you fail.

If I remember instigating it, I might have muddled his readiness to "make the country better".

The "determination" of this hand has never been pure without extra influence from elsewhere. "

(It's too pure, and as dangerous as it looks from the edge, it has a "foil" on it, which becomes an "anecdote" after the calibration, which spreads information to the public and makes it cheaper)

Not that Tuberose himself would want, but Pean believes he deserves to be an exchange man with power within the new country to someone who will play the dangerous role of insider.

Even if you can make peace with the Four, rebuilding your country from there is something else.

Angletham, who serves as a staff officer, also consulted on internal affairs, saying, "You may be quick, even though you haven't finished your peace."

Why don't you get some rest?

"- Even when it comes to peace, it takes away the" normality "of a country where" disturbed conditions are normal ".

After the peace, we must prepare a "normal" that will convince the people who will become citizens. "

He was asked by a beautiful green eyed young man, who lived with a firm determination, to give him the knowledge to play politics to the best of his knowledge.

Even though it wasn't over, I had to think about what happened after it was over, and I only hoped that they wouldn't "come" to the amount of things and glamour that I had to do.

'I know you shouldn't push your feelings and even try to force them in.

Then why don't you do something to lure me into feeling that way and let it turn out?

Remembering his companion waiting on the hill, he asks a question from the butler in the dark that he thinks for himself but cannot answer.

'Come on, I wonder about that.

If you don't ask me out, I'm sure some people are in a difficult position to move.

Well, if you tried to do anything difficult or worthwhile, it's common for spiciness to come soon.

Is it better if it's not hard, or if it's going to get over it, if it's going to get over it somewhat hard, should we get over it? "

'Please do not return words in the words of doubt to the questions you have asked'

"Sman. But that's all, as a person, living is like an eternal proposition.

time, circumstance, place, and who is there.

Right now, "people" who exist have all three of the things Daita said earlier, but no one has the same thing as one person.

Still, just having those three things is enough to make it a common denominator to have a sense of fellowship.

But there are those who exist, but have no place.

The same thing happens to people other than the ones who do.

I have a figure, but I don't have a good place to be.

Even if there are similarities, it definitely doesn't mean the same.

But people are really attracted to similar things. "

"Sir, aren't you trying to mislead us by saying something difficult?

In the darkness of the night, as Rock lifted the lantern, there the face of the tongue-in-cheek sage was illuminated by the lights.

"Sir! To your wife, when you're serious, be serious. - '

"Ah, we have to report the change to Gloriosa and the others as soon as possible.

Yeah, yeah, let's run.

All right, it's a race to the meeting hill, Yo, if you say Don, it's a start.

Yes, yes, don't!

Without asking for a reply and acknowledgment of the suggestion, the wise man took the liberty of saying, starting on his own, banging the palms of his hands with bread, turning his own red and black coat in the dark night and starting to run.

"Ah, sir! It's bad. '

Deacon, too, ran out to follow the Lord - in the form of a Deacon chasing the Lord, the two were laughing in the dark night.

Sage feels deja vu (ready sight) while running.

(I can't believe I ran laughing... what time it was, oh yeah, after the ceremony)

Nearly 20 years ago, he was still not so young as to be called a "girl," during a ceremony to marry Karin, who will be his wife.

In an effort to relieve the tension of the bride, who was daughter-in-law and beefy in a strange land, Pean was playing "magic" in her ceremonial clothes.

"Magic" succeeded brilliantly and the bride's tension was lifted, but the bride, surprised by the magic, gets her buttocks on while the white wedding dress is still on, and the dress in the corner gets all a little dirty.

"I'm just kidding, sir!, oh my god on the bridesmaid's dress!!"

At that time, no matter how he looked or what was in it, he was only a boy, but Karin, who became his wife when he saw the locks of the certain chase around to scold the freshly grown pean man, turned his eyes round at first, but laughed immediately.

"The lord and the rock seem to be very good brothers."

The angry butler laughed so that the bride could laugh, and Pean, the bridegroom, laughed because Rock laughed.

It was a truly enjoyable time of year, immediately giving children one after the other to a friendly couple, and the butler was helping his husband with his work.

But the country begins to drift a little disturbing air, as the current situation is inversely proportional.

As such, the "earth" where we "people" live and the spirits who colour the world have become restless.

Sage realized that "good couple, lots of kids, defending territory" was no longer a good thing.

I meet Gloriosa at that time and I am determined to participate.

"Good luck, lord, for the sake of the country.

I'll do what I can to get out of here and wait for the lord to return. "

(Karin, I'm almost done, I'm going home with Rock, so just wait for me)

A letter had arrived from a "wife" whose mouth Rock wanted her to take care of diligently, from a butler, while Tuberose was in church.

Leave the territory for peace.

I let my daughters, other than my oldest, who had come of age while Pean was away from the territory, daughter-in-law in turn to the house there so that there was no dissatisfaction.

But when I came all the way back from the beginning of my daughter-in-law, it was noted in the letter that I was in trouble denouncing the fine work of the territory carried out by Ban, which became a hustle and bustle and a heir.

If you pay attention to Karin, your daughters will blame you for the van.

"I'm fine," said the eldest son, encouraging him to work with his eldest daughter's sister, but he can't help but look pitiful there to Karin.

In a letter of such content, the wise man and father sincerely felt sorry for his inability to be at his wife's side.

(Gloriosa will surely be able to stabilize the country in a good way.

Because the country is rough, and the hearts and minds of the people and children are sure to disappear.

If you've stabilized this country, I'm sure you'll be home soon and the three of us will laugh again)

With that in mind, a hill was approaching where four companions waited as they ran.

"~" Saaaaaaaaaa, a gentle singing voice along with the sound of the wind coming into the ears of the two running.

'- Ah. That's the voice of Master Trenia.

And yes, this is a lullaby, isn't it, sir? '

From behind me, I can hear a horrible rock.

'Oh, yeah. - It's an exotic song where my mother wishes her child happiness.

Born into a blood family called witches, with eyes that pick up emotions, Trenia's gentle singing voice, longing for a nanny's job, echoes in the wind, saying, "I still want to help a baby who is speechless."

Locke stopped his leg, and both his pean and leg stopped.

"I wonder if you're putting Dagger to sleep"

Looking up at the hill, Pean slowly walked out to sneak his footsteps, and Locke followed suit.

"- If you decide to go inside, it's time for the end, and Miss Balsam's mother will keep you, Dan, Dagger, right?"

"I don't think you really want to keep it..."

When Trenia gave birth to Dagger, a child with Gloriosa, it was Pean, a wise man who once involved six degrees of childbirth of his own child, had knowledge and experience and could also use healing techniques.

When the sage handed me the baby, it took a long time and drained my strength and strength due to the difficult labor inside, but Trenia was heartily pleased with the birth of a loud producing dagger.

"Thank you for being born to me, Dagger."

Before the baby was born, Gloriosa and I quickly call out the name we were deciding on.

When I went outside to tell Pean's assistant that Locke was difficult to deliver but healthy for both mother and child, to get out of the camp tent of the medical team used for labor, I immediately heard a loud cheer.

Hearing that cheer, the mother speaks to the baby who is still crying.

'It's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of in this world.

Dagger's father, the adults and those who are siblings and sisters more than you are sure to protect Dagger.

So be the "person" that Dagger said.

Maybe your father will be a king, but before you do, you're one man. '

The wise man also smiles from the purple eyes of the woman who became her mother, tears of joy, staring gently at the freshly begotten dagger and kissing her forehead.

When he saw the gentle words and the face of Trenia full of charity directed at the baby, the wise man wanted this young man, who would be the husband of this woman, to uniform this country, leaning heartily and inclined.

'You should rest. Shall I put the baby on water production- Trenia?

To naturally encourage uterine contractions, Trenia stares at the baby's face frequently as she places the ice she was preparing in a skin bag on her mother's abdomen.

(Is there anything to worry about or worry about?.

Took me a long time to give birth, but the baby is healthy)

With a slightly more serious face, the sage gazed at Trenia, who looked at the baby zippily, and she slowly opened her mouth.

"I'd be surprised to see your eyebrows look just like Gloriosa's while you're a newborn baby."

'- Ha, ha, ha, ha!

To Trenia's such a sober word, the wise man who was doing the postpartum procedure accidentally burst into laughter.

To that laugh, "Because it's in the way of childbirth!!" and Trenia had kicked me out of the medical team's camp tent, and there were three men who later became heroes, in addition to losing their liver.

Oh, I guess it's called "good memories".

Pean was smiling again in the dark night.

"- Lord Sage, Mr. Rock. Are you back? '

The lullaby stopped, heard from Trenia from the top of the hill, and Rock answered.

'Yes, Master Trenia, I'm back now.

Weren't you in the way of your good night, Dagger?

When the two of us climb the hill, Trenia stands holding the baby dagger.

'That's okay. Actually, Dagger slept a long time ago.'

In the night breeze, the baby's body was wrapped around the mother's body with a large shawl so that it wouldn't get cold.

"Simply because I'm having a hard time breaking up with this girl and pretending to sleep like this"

That said, the mother mouthed the baby's forehead.

(- Should I have come home a little later?)

(Either way, I had to come back, never mind.

Telepathy doesn't mean anything to Trenia, does it?)

"Purple eyes, let's pick up feelings, so telepathy is out"

In addition to telepathically responding to the telepathy sent by the deacon, the Lord replies by mouth.

"Lord Sage, please don't put" honey "on me.

And thank you, Mr. Rock, for your attention.

If you like, look at Dagger's sleeping face and do it.

He also sat on his neck and has been very good at turning around lately '

Thanks to Trenia, and called upon, Rock lifted the lantern while blushing only slightly, in his mother's arms, the baby, whose black hair had gradually grown, slept easily.

'But every time I look at it, don't let Dagger's appearance really grow up to look like Gloriosa.

If we grow up like this, we'll have two gods and we'll be in peace in no time. '

As Pean joked a little, Trenia shook her head left and right looking extremely serious.

'You can't do that.

Whatever it is, that girl's - if we don't make it before Balsam's adult.

Even though Angletham and Balsam, close to claustrophobia, took the time to give birth to me '

With a face she couldn't help but be sorry, Trenia stares at the sleeping dagger.

"But even if Trenia can't do it for it, those two won't be happy.

And Balsam was one of those who was more than happy to have a cousin. "

To the words of the wise, Trenia shook her head left and right.

And he opened his mouth again, staring at Baltham and his cousin's son, like he was already making a firm decision.

'I want Balsam to be tied to someone he really likes because he's happy with me.

Me and Gloriosa, we love each other - rather than hanging out like an extension of our friendship.

Of course, if you love me or not, you can say "I love you."

Staring at her son, who looks just like her sleeping "husband," Trenia smiles gently again and continues her words.

'It's just that "love" is stronger for me and Gloriosa than it is for love.

Even with such a relationship, I truly appreciate what this dagger has given Gloriosa.

Because in this way, I would never have had a child in my life. '

A girl who knew that she would live as a woman but could not successfully establish a relationship with her parents because she would "get a partner to accompany her for the rest of her life" could not have admired her.

It's just that Trenia, whose children - especially babies - loved the desire to be given "one day.

So in a way, I was thankful to have a "husband" named Gloriosa, who was not trapped by the mould.

Since I was given the dagger, it's not about the couple and the role, look at the fold.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

And I was doing what I could to fall asleep and replace diapers.

Trenia thought she was doing well in a situation where she was running away and trying to be a "father" was ridiculous because she was familiar with her childhood, and she didn't know about "legitimate parent-child relationships" with each other, even in a situation where it couldn't be the normal situation of a deciding army in a rough phase.

Then those who think of each other will be able to have a better family.

Trenia believes that if there is even one such "family", this desolate country and people will be happy.

"Like Balsam and Anglecomb, if you can do two things that you want to do so long as you can't hang up on the one you're looking at, I want you to accompany me.

You can be more proud of that when daggers grow up. '

I let the faithful butler of the wise smile at me, worrying about myself.

"- Dear Trenia,"

Feeling Trenia's strong will, Rock couldn't contain her feeling of pity for her, feeling respectful but determined to leave my son, who would be a cute platter.

'Mr. Rock, don't look so sad.

If you can make peace, then you won't be calm for a while, but you can keep Dagger with you now more than ever and take care of him.

When I say I don't miss Dagger until I've finished all my peace, it's a lie, but I'm fine.

Besides, you wanted Balsam to be happy with Angletham, didn't you?

'That, I thought. From what I've seen for the first time, Miss Balsam knows very well that Angletham likes her. "

To the sage butler, with the image of a "kind brother" from time to time, she went on to tell her brother that's what it was.

'Once I'm in the deciding army too, it seems like it's going to be quite a force of war, so I want to use that power to calm the country down.

Most importantly, if we don't make peace soon, Balsam will be married to a lord he doesn't even like.

That's all, you have to avoid anything '

The gentle witch who picks up "emotions" was convinced that it was best to prioritize peace above all else, without denying Rock's tender feelings.

Stared by the gentle purple eyes holding the baby, Rock nodded quietly.

"Now I would like to make Gloriosa, the leader, a story about the insider for the peace.

Can you tell me where Gloriosa is? Trenia '

Since his butler seemed convinced, the wise man asked for Gloriosa's whereabouts, who would once be in charge of the whole thing, to proceed.

"- You know, I don't want to lose to Anglecomb, so I saw Dagger's sleeping face, and I immediately grabbed a circular spoon (ehmpi) and went to practice" hole moat "without the popularity of the hills.

You don't really care if you lose as usual, but you want to win a bet. '

The sage and butler found that, with a slightly frightened voice, some of them were willing to support their husbands.

"A bet? What the hell is that?.

Well, no, I'm gonna go find Gloriosa and talk to her, so Rock's gonna need to keep Trenia and Dagger escorting. '

'I'm in awe, sir.

I'll take care of you, Master Trenia and Dagger.

I will protect you even if Rock takes his life. "

"Thank you, Mr. Rock.

And Lord Sage. It's all about Gloriosa, so I'm supposed to be digging holes in weird places that I can't think of again.

And you had a baby, and please stop putting it on. "

With Rock's humble reply and Trenia's still slightly frightened voice dropped off, Pean climbs further up the wide hill.

The success of activities commonly perceived as a "revolution" by the determinants creates insiders into the loyalty of the supposedly robust kingdom of Selisanceum and attacks the king's capital, "dragging down" the present king, known as the Fool.

- And Sage thinks you can admit it's the first "success" you've done that far.

Therefore, in every sense, what insiders decide to do is to enter the final stage as a determined army for "peace".

("Determined Army," but without forming in large numbers, it's a really "awesome" word to get here with almost four people working)

Later, the four people familiar with the "peace hero" and the people did almost no such thing as do four of them and form an inmate party.

One reason is that the more people you move, the easier it is for the National Army to find your companion.

There were many shadowy and helpful organizations, but the deciding army itself was mostly powered by only four main players.

When the jitters and positions were gradually pushed and felt, the National Army also said "foursome", some situations were strictly eye-catching.

Most importantly, if Gloriosa's "charisma" was played out in a bad way, and if it was to be active in the country, it was said that there were times when it was frequent to find out who it was.

The phenomenon that stands out for its evil was somewhat mitigated in the entry of two helpers: Pean Binegar, the wise man, and Deacon, who is also a good magician.

Eventually, the four (and eventually six) highly mobile determinants gently rushed around the country.

Take control of the territories and cities that suffer from the domination that was the Lord and ensure that they are included as allies on the side of the deciding armies.

Alternatively, appearance cannot mean betrayal of the country, but there have also been cases where there has been an exchange of covenants to place them in the ranks of the determinants.

Such clandestine activities were thoroughly carried out because of the tragedy in which the sister of Father Barrota, the last of whom was a companion, was sacrificed.

Until that tragedy happened, Sage hears that a small but small prison party was formed and operated.

He was remarkably active as a "deciding army," but was he too conspicuous, was he another traitor - or both?

Perhaps for reasons around it, the information was leaked, and the National Army pushed over to the village where Barrota's sister was serving the church as a witch and the man who was formerly one of them was healing.

The sacrifice of several villagers is that the witch saved the village by risking her life to redeem it, activating a no-go technique using "picture books".

Gloriosa disbanded an army that almost assembled a good number of people called the "Army" as soon as it was reported by its wounded healed companions.

Barrota, who took her sister's life instead of her fellow loose companions, entered in full and became one of the four main players.

A few years later, Gloriosa, a leader who remained unchanged and ran too far, suddenly disappeared in an area west of the country called Selisanceum - "lost" and appeared before the wise.

At one point, Lordship Robrow, who had just crusaded the thieves who came to the Territory, had been on vacation alone for a long time, desancing the landscape of the Territory's prized red-leaved valley.

Something was added to the valley where that pean was galloping and dessant.

A flashy, people-like "thing" rushes down the valley of Robrow, that was Gloriosa.

Gloriosa and Pean became best friends because of the odd edge of "protecting" them in a slightly unusual way.

(But if this pleasant edge has also ended the pacification -)

With that in mind, the wise men had come to the point where the magic used throughout the hill was likely to be interrupted for camouflage from the National Army.

You're using that technique when you can't find anything or sign of Gloriosa.

The wise man taught the magic of charisma to summon the "mystery" of Gloriosa, which was too present.

It's just that the magic is too complicated for Gloriosa to use, and because it can't be handled by him as a compatibility of surgery, it's mainly used by Barrota to help mislead his charisma.

(When Barrota uses the technique, it's hard to find the thread to find)

It is very difficult for a single operator, Barrota, a user of polite and overly sophisticated techniques, to find a single scale using the technique.

By analogy, it is just as difficult to find a place where white fabrics were sewn with precisely tonal yarn by a needlemaker.

The pean bearing the name Sage is also quite proud to be able to use the technique, and although it is a huge mess of character - there was nothing I could not politely do.

I just rarely do it because it drains great concentration and magic.

(I'd love to leave it to you if you had a lock, but after using the dark technique, you can't have a "gap" in your heart and something bad in it.)

He meditated hard on his lid, and Pean played a long finger, focusing on Tanda (around the bottom of the tanden/navel).

As the sound of a finger playing progresses through the air, it buzzes, and the feeling of something bumping along the way reflects and feels firmly back in the sage's ear before opening his eyes.

And I feel the presence of the "Spirit of the Earth" in the false impression of the opposite.

The fact that you have the help of the Earth Spirit is still with Barrota.

Turning his foot toward those whose sounds have bumped against him, now once the wise man plays his finger patsy, he can feel it even more specifically.

- The, the, the, the, the, the.

Now obviously the sound of digging dirt enters your ears, and the vibration of digging conveys the earth and the wise man stops on his feet.

(- The sound and location of digging holes can be found here)

Now when I concentrated my consciousness at my feet, the tremor of choosing the soil in the hills and digging the soil was coming from my heels.

'Oh man, you're deliberately separating space from hole moat practice.

When it comes to cutting it off.

I have to call those kids. "

When the right sleeve of the red and black coat is brushed, the dagger that had been planted in the upper arm comes down sultry and crisps, and the pean grips a simple dagger pattern.

"I didn't know I had to call the Spirit to teach me the grace and awe of exotic winds to open the walls of the earthly Spirit.

Well, it's also a theme I wanted to study carefully after I calm down, okay? '

In the dark night sky while checking the direction of the "signs" feeling, the words in his mouth are grabbed with a dagger sharp (kisagi) to draw the pentagram.

The trace drawn by the sharp beam rises as a white line.

"Come," sickle. "

When I played my fingers patchy with the hands of those who didn't have the dagger, a severe twitch broke out in front of the white pentagram rising in the night sky.

And a sickle carrying only one sickle on his back from the twister, so that the spirits of the wind, representing the eastern kingdom, would pop out, and he came out.

Sickles, the spirits of the wind, jump on the shoulders of Pean's red and black coat, the summoner, at the same time as they jump out.

From the moment you land brilliantly, you start running around on the disappointing shoulders of glue and sage as if you were looking for something.

And when I found out I didn't see the "brother and brother" of the sickle, I rang out like a cut.

To that sad voice, the wise man scratches his head boldly with the hands of those who do not have a dagger.

'I'm sorry. It takes a little magic to summon your brothers.

You're the only one who has the power to tear space apart. '

When the wise man said so with apologies to the sickle, he went around the back of the pean and began to slap Bessie and her gray-haired head.

'Oh, I'm sorry!.

From the next summoner, I promise you that I will summon you with three brothers!

That's what Pean said and gave the quality crystal crystals to the sickle to forgive.

The sickle moved her little nose with a hunch and turned the crystal like "I had no choice".

At the moment I "took it in" in my mouth, I let my body shine white for a moment, pulled out the sickle that was carrying me on my back, and turned to my little mouth.

"Cut me out of there with that heightened power -"

As Pean showed where he felt "signs" with his gaze, stretching his long arm toward you, he passed on his arm and ran tattered, kicking a ton of sage's back of his hand and the sickle cut out the space.

Tun and when I thought I heard a small overlap of metal and metal, the space was cut round.

The walls of the space are cut round, obliquely deviated and fall into the earth, as if the clear vitreous that had been fitted in the window frame were coming off, making a frivolous noise.

Beyond the cut space stood Gloriosa, who diligently digs holes with a circular spoon (EMPI), and Barrota, who stands by her side to date.

The space damaged by the sickles can fall to the earth and "bounce" like window vitreous that really comes off the window frame.

From where we first reached the earth, the vitreous spaces cut like mist were fogged without sound.

The crack enters and flinches with the edge of the rounded cut space as the starting point for the next cut.

The spreading crack spread throughout finely and integrally, and for a moment it also seemed like a new white wall had been formed.

And from the starting point, the white mist was sprayed to mist just like the "cut space" that had disappeared earlier, and flowed like smoke before the wind, so that it eventually blended in and the junction disappeared.

The wise man, the priest, and the man who would be the leader of the resistance were in that place as if they had been there in three from the beginning.

"Oh, boy. You broke the line forcefully."

He turned to a wise man of the same age, poking a ton of earth with a long cane, which also became a weapon that the priest loved to use.

"From here on out, why does the priest bother putting up such a sturdy bond that the leader is just losing, practicing a hole moat?"

When the wise man replied so, the sickle put the sickle back on his back and then cleverly ascended the wise man's body.

Up to my shoulder, I'm hiking my little nose compared to my own summoner asking questions and the priest and three young men digging holes.

Without resting his hands digging the hole, Gloriosa, the leader of the resistance, opens his mouth showing his sturdy teeth, once thin but also iron chains chewed.

'I asked for it. One thing I simply don't want Angletham to see me practice hole moat.

And I had to talk to the priest. "

Zach, when Zach and I made the sound of digging the soil BGM to say that vigorously, Gloriosa kicked the circular spoon in the thick sole of her shoes and on her heels, wearing the earth with Zakuri, where she stopped her hand.

"If the leader had consulted himself, could we not help but keep the line between us?

Still, can't you beat Angletham so much in a hole moat?

"The deciding army operates with four people," a wise man who is Teng himself asks, spreading such rumours truthfully.

In fact, the wise man and his butler entered the deciding army and were certain to be helping, but they were also careful not to find out that the "lords of the country's territory" were taking part.

Therefore, most of the time I acted differently, and all I could do was count the "private" kind of time this way.

The reason we often acted together was because Trenia got pregnant and gave birth and temporarily moved away from "fighting", which was really recent.