Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Before I even met Rock, who would be a butler.

The pean boy, who also liked to paint, but was also a hunk of exploration and curiosity, gets permission from his parents to go into the vault to see if there was any still life to be the motif of the painting.

Zao has been a long time old since the Vinegars became lords.

The boy liked the "storage" called Zuo, which pictured this exotic form.

However, Zuo was long old and painful, and if the dirt walls opened heavy doors, it was natural for him to overflow with pollen.

(When I become a lord, find out how to repair it and fix it, or if that's the case, rebuild it)

In the dust and darkness, search for the right motif with a lamp with the Spirit of Fire in it, but I can't find something called "here" that grabs Pean's heart inside.

(- Back to the basics, do you desant in books as well)

I rarely go with that in mind, and when I turned to the bookshelf, I remembered why I had never been to the bookshelf before - that I had been cautioned.

(Oh, if I said so, did they say it was closer to the bookshelf?)

Entering the vault was also allowed by parents on the condition that his son, who was too bad at cleaning up, would not "scatter the vault".

Plus, they said, "You can't just go near the bookshelf," but they gave me the keys a couple of years ago.

(My body was still small at that time, so I guess I thought it would be dangerous if the bookshelf fell)

Thinking optimistically, - Pean turned lightly toward the bookshelf.

Bookshelves were arranged unwrought with books of various sizes, exotic specifications, etc.

Out there, the books have so many interesting shapes that Pean's mind jumps to curiosity by coming here.

The dust was just soggy, and the books were found to be cared for.

Quickly, take it in your hand and watch.

(Hey, even if the letters are written vertically or horizontally, you can read them from the right.

Whoa, this is the East Country. Books are called Japanese spells. - Hmm?)

Lightly excited, my hand with the lamp trembled and I was holding a book with an exotic unusual spelling, the light shook - I noticed that there was another bookshelf next to the bookshelf.

(Is that it? Could it have been rigged?)

In a space blocked by light called Zuo, "I got a blind spot in my sight," another bookshelf that felt exactly like that, appeared in front of the pean.

The brilliant boy had just recently read an academic book about the illusion of acting more with "people's assumptions" than with such sorcery, so he had accepted the trick very well.

That exciting book of Japanese spelling also goes back to light and proceeds to the bookshelf where it shows up.

And in a locked vault, placed on that bookshelf with even the treatment of illusion, is one book.

Without being erected, the back cover was on the floor of the shelf and a row of wide bookshelves was used only for "him".

- That makes a lot of sense.

I put the lamp at my feet and took the book.

Touching a fabric book doesn't surprise me like I'm emotional about a pean or something runs.

Slowly, lift the lamp that was at your feet to take a closer look and place it on the bookshelf.

Illuminated by the lamp, when I opened the book, which serves as the cover of a superior cloth, it was painted on the inside of the back cover with "out of print/out of door" and "ink" used in the eastern country.

What the hell kind of book is that?

Upon opening the page, I immediately realized that it was a collection of paintings of the religions that represented this country.

The "Goddess, Angel and Traveler" is depicted on the basis of various structures and landscapes.

(- I don't know if it's particularly novel)

That's how, as I rolled apart, I found the page I was so curious about, I hurried it back and stared at the "painting".

That's supposed to be every page depicted by three people: "Goddess, Angel and Traveler" - that page only depicts "Angel and Traveler".

(- Something, angels feel a little different too?)

The painting, which only depicted two angels and a traveler, was a painting of a traveler falling in relief, even if he wore a long, red and black hooded coat from his head and was scratched.

A little from the hood, red brown - a beautiful, empty eyed angel in his golden hair reaching out to a traveler whose "pale" hair is coming out and falling to his knees as if to help.

(Is the goddess not here?)

Just in case, look at every inch of the painting.

Normally, I paint the typical "three," but depending on the regional nature of the country's territory and the characteristics of its people, I've seen religious paintings that paint the "people" I revere in the land, and paint the other two like sidekicks.

There was no illusion at all that would have been used earlier to hide this book, such as "The Deception Picture," and no "Goddess" existed in the picture that Pean stared at.

When the boy's fingertips touched the painting of a traveler with his head twisted and his "colored hair" on the structure that he had first seen at birth, the door of the collection opened with the noise of clamor.

"Whew!"

Opening the door also brought down the dirt on the dirt wall, which is heavily damaged with the light, and the pean boy, while making a surprise noise, hurriedly held the dirt on the collection of paintings to shelter.

"- I heard you didn't know where he went, but the son of the Vinegar family was here."

The two silhouettes of the tall and the low, exposed to the sun's rear light from the open door, can be confirmed by the pean.

The door was opened by someone in the taller silhouette, apparently.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the pean, which was in a dark place, suddenly dazzled by the intense light.

"Oh, I see your son found our" Find "first.

- McGaffin, take it from your son. "

"Accepted"

Eyes glare, and for that matter sharpened hearing captures the two voices that echo in the zoo.

The first thing I heard, I don't even know if it was a woman or a man, but it was a "beautiful" voice, and the voice that answered "OK" was clearly a man's and a low, calm voice.

And perhaps the taller one - the man's silhouette approaches the pean one.

Who the hell is that?

The boy, who is well remembered and whispered in the land of the "sage" and Robrow, has no fine dust in his memory of having such a pair in a people living in a territory ruled by his own parents.

I also felt it was kind of clear and ridiculous to be called "Your Son".

And apparently, the book that I hold - when I'm just a little cocky, I squeeze the book tight in the way that it's normal to give the picture album away.

Though his eyes glare, he sits small so that the dagger he is planting in his arms can come out at any time, seeping out his vigilance fully.

'Son, stop making such a scene.

My name is Jordan Sunflower.

She is once the daughter of the king's common son, but she belongs to the army and is a military teacher.

Right now, towards your son - my "shield".

In your fangs, it won't come true to scratch that shield man. "

As if he had prefaced Pean's question, the person who remained in the position of the Zao door mouths the explanation.

'- My name is McGaffin.

My son, this is the collection of paintings.

This is also the message of the "King".

Never put your son's father, the lord, or the people of the land at his disadvantage.

Can you please? '

The big man's voice and words, "shield" that came to Pean's side, were low, calm, unexpectedly soft, and the words could feel natural and "good".

So - Pean gives the collection of paintings he was holding tight to the big man who came to his side.

The big man was deeply struck in the head by Pean's handover of the book.

"Thank you, son."

"I am not as foolish as I am against His Majesty the King, and it is normal for His Majesty to obey.

Besides, I just thought you were stupid enough to get "shields" in trouble.

Your "benevolence" win.

By the time I said that, Pean's eyes were mostly used to it, and the person he handed the book to was still a strong big man, with a big sword on his hips - and the boy was horrified that he didn't turn to his teeth with savage courage.

Then again I read inside Pean's mind, like, Kusuri, this time I can hear the little laugh through the entrance to the Zo.

'- Jordan, come on.

Thank you, son, for handing over the book.

Excuse me. '

After receiving the book, once I now bow my head to Pean, I return to the side of a woman named Jordan, who stands at the entrance to the Zao, who called the big man a "shield".

'I'm sorry, McGaffin. Your son was incredibly honest. "

Pean's eyes are accustomed to confirming the appearance of a woman who is one of the king's common sons, the big man and the other.

Standing at the entrance to the zoo was a beauty wrapped around an elegant robe, with long blonde hair loosely tied in a shoulder position and beautiful green eyes flushing.

And he looks up happily with a beautiful smile at the big man back with the book.

(- Is that, maybe those two, lovers to each other?)

At that point, I was in the middle of adolescence, but for Pean, whose fiancée had already been decided since she was five years old, I also thought that there were people there and that romantic matters were "bad for her fiancée if she was interested in other people", and I wasn't particularly interested.

And it might be more accurate to describe the interest as "I couldn't have."

Pean boys of that time paint more than that, read academic books that have been owned by the Vinegar family for generations in between, go into the mountains and do research, and even experiment with witchcraft.

- It was all curious, the surrounding world was overflowing, and the people who were parents had let Pean go to trust because what their sons were doing was not "annoying" to the public or as a trace of their territory.

But in this way, when two people with a "lover to lover" view were placed in the eye (ma), the mind, a chunk of Peen's curiosity, was firmly caught in the specific "love" fragment that I would try for the first time in many ways.

Are you guys dating?

Speculating on the "carelessness" of his youth and the "benevolence" of the earlier big man, he spoke out loud with questions that might be rude.

- Even if he is scolded, the boy is asking after knowing that there will be no trouble with this territory ruled by his parents and the people -

Perhaps this "couple" who came wisely from the King's Capital to pick up a "collection of paintings" by order of the King will inadvertently look at each other and overflow a small laugh at the inquiry of the sage and the lord's son, who heard rumors, after realizing such a thought.

'Yeah, I am, though.

What's wrong with that?

Jordan gave me a clear answer to this, saying that he was a military teacher and a king's daughter.

"Are lovers that good?.

Good, so this is how we went all the way to country territory by ourselves, because we still wanted to spend a long time with each other as lovers?

"Your Son!?

The big man McGaffin is so upset that he inadvertently startles the giant into an overly dazzling boy inquiry.

But the Jordanians were looking spare, holding hands in their mouths and leaking a classy couscous laugh.

"Your son is really curious, isn't he?

Yeah, that's right.

I just wanted to be with whoever I wanted, and that's all. "

I took off the hand I was putting on my mouth and continued staring at the pean.

'I wanted to use what I could use for work and everything to get a little more time with whoever I wanted.

Me and McGaffin... by his nature, we did our job. '

"- Jordan"

When the lover's plenty of spare time, the big man looks frightened but really lit up.

A gentle breeze blew in from the entrance of the Zao, and took two men from the king's capital and surrounded them.

To the boy in the trace of the territory, who is also good at witchcraft, I can see that he came all the way here to bless the spirits of the wind with his "smiling lovers".

As much as the windy spirits my lovers wanted to celebrate, I was sincerely concerned about the strength of the bond between the two from this king's capital.

And it was Jordan who was "impressed" by the way the boy was interested.

(Even the behavior of someone whose "emotion" is love is the main thing, your son stares at me and McGaffin with a pure exploratory mind.

And I am observant in discerning the exploratory mind of the future and the relationship between me and McGaffin before the Spirit comes along.

Then, before we visit, perhaps this boy may have noticed and looked at "Arre")

Having noticed that, Jordan lurked a slightly shaped brow compared to a pean with a collection of paintings held by his lover and lantern lights but not even half of his face visible from the entrance.

'- McGaffin, this may have been, apparently, one leg too late'

McGaffin is even more surprised by the words, and stares at the collection of paintings he holds with his lover's beautiful green eyes, with his own eyes as dark as the earth.

But Jordan quickly gave him the frown he was lurking on, and it's funny, he muttered small.

Meanwhile, the question was answered, but now Pean, not knowing what the hell he was talking about, stared at the lovers celebrated by the Spirits of the Wind, blinking violently and repeatedly next to the dim collection of bookshelves.

The smart boy was one who could either pick up words from people's conversations and deduce the content of the story.

But from the Jordanian language, I have nothing to do with the information I have, so inflating my imagination doesn't connect me to anything.

(From now on, you may want to be interested in what you can learn "outside" the territory, not just what you want to do)

Academics, the manifestation of martial arts, the logic of witchcraft, the way we interact with spirituality, the way the world phenomenon is.

Pean was learning and acquiring knowledge beyond his age, but more than that, he was now beginning to be intrigued by "people" coming from outside a place called "Robrow".

'Son, I think you should do that, too.

They say that you have built this world into what you "saw."

Reading out the voice of the boy's heart, affirming his feelings, the woman who names the military master of this country told him so, wrapped in the spirit of the wind and in a backlight.

The words make me eagle with boiling curiosity.

"- Jordan!! How could you?"

The white supple left hand of the lover blocks the sturdy, big mouth opened by the big man, who knows the meaning of the words spoken by the lover and is also a "shield".

Pean's eyes caught a golden ring shining on his white pharmacopoeia, even in the backlight.

'Sure, I've been hyperventilating.

McGaffin, I'm sorry to hear that you've done your job so quickly, but let's get back to the King's Capital.

It's about us after we've done our job. "

When he smiled beautifully at Jordan, the man, who was the shield of the smiling woman, could no longer carry on his words, giving up but leaning down in the way he followed.

Then he nods silently, gives an indescribable look, and stares at the pean in the collection.

I noticed the gaze from McGaffin, and when I turned to him, he was called out by a beauty sitting beside him.

However, Pean's gaze was indescribable - he was listening to his big man's lover, unable to deviate from McGaffin, who was giving me some sort of "worry".

"Peen Vinegar," you and I will probably never meet again, but please, be well.

In the meantime, like me and McGaffin, you're going to show up, "Someone important you couldn't have met if you hadn't gone outside."

And the painting "Angels and Travelers" that you stumbled upon.

Those two painting motifs were in this country.

However, there are certain things that are no longer portrayed in that form.

If you like to paint, remember, "Angels and Travelers" has been bounced from your place. "

He also left words to eagle his curiosity, refreshed and the two disappeared from the entrance to the Zao.

And Pean never really saw those lovers again.

A boy who had dropped off a messenger from the Wang capital and was about to "paint" while he was a lord would decide to embark on a journey once from a territory called Robrow.

Rather than painting, I asked my parents to go on a journey in search of the "truth" of that painting and spend some time traveling what they called a "boy".

Parents were surprised at first, but allowed to embark on the journey with the same "letting go on credit" if they wanted to learn more about their outstanding son.

What was surprising was that the conservative inhabitants also conditioned Pean to travel, but allowed it relatively lightly.

"If you will return by the adult year of your dowry, and you will soon rule your territory firmly,

The boy, who had more than six months until he was only twenty, was happy to accept it.

The traveling pean then incorporates into himself various things that Robrow cannot learn, such that soft skimmed cotton sucks in even water.

Traveling, two years and six months have passed.

I've learned one scale of "angels and travelers" truth.

In order to further solicit exploration and act, Pean will consequently qualify as a "wise man" and become a "recognized" wise man from the country.

It was totally unexpected that he was "admitted" by the wise man half forcefully from the country.

However, it was greatly appreciated that the "field work for the study of the development of the country" made it possible to pass through the various locations throughout the country smoothly.

Until now, when I qualified as a wise man, I had to use the explanation "son of a lord of a territory in this country, traveling alone to train his successors" every time at the station, and it was a pain in the ass for Pean.

Depending on the land, they were sometimes allowed to stay at the checkpoint for proof.

In the course of such a journey, in a land devastated by a natural disaster, Pean meets Rock, who was lean and was like a child when he floated, and pulls him off as his secretary.

Seeing the work of soldiers in the country trying to protect orphans abusively, he had accidentally put it out in his mouth when he protected himself, a wise man.

But children orphaned by natural disasters are gathered in the king's capital, and eventually a proclamation is out of the king that they will be put into labor jobs, he says.

I don't know if I'm happy or unhappy, but in that land, the only orphans were the boys the soldiers tried to take.

(If you are alone, you have the authority to do so)

A wise man is empowered to treat the person like a "secretary" "if the wise man wants it and the other person accepts it.

It was valid for a wise man, no matter what his status or age he wanted as a secretary.

The soldier catches the skinny two arms, and to the frightened boy, I don't even know if he has witchcraft qualities, but he calls them telepathically.

"Which better come with me or be protected by the state?.

I respect your decision, so make your decision now. "

The boy nodded without hesitation when he saw a tall young man wrapped around a worn red and black coat, which broke out during his journey.

"- The child, I, the wise man, take it as a" secretary "!

If he showed the letter "Proof of Sage" given by the state, the soldier let go of the boy's arms in astonishment.

"Young hypocrisy."

Such a scornful gaze was pointed at him by the soldiers, but Pean took the boy's hand and moved from the "unit protecting the orphan" to the place out of sight.

We wore each other out, this is how Pean and Rock met.

But Pean also had the simple feeling of "I don't like to see a child who can't help but be held back," so he takes care of the messy character in Nojuku and talks up front while eating with him for the first time to a boy close to the state he took over just because of the momentum.

'If you dislike my "secretary," tell me immediately.

As soon as I can, as secretary, I will release you from my authority to be at my side. '

The cheese broiled in the burning fire was sandwiched with a knife in a slice of bread and given to him to tell him so.

The boy who came in a tall pean davodavo shirt as he bathed in the river to remove dirt, washed in the first place, and dressed until he dared to dry, looked strange and nodded honestly as he received his bread.

Seeing Rock snorted, Pean looked relieved and continued the conversation this time searing his share of cheese on an iron skewer.

'Eat while you can, just listen to me and remember.

Even if you wanted me to release you immediately, I was on a journey and I wasn't familiar with it, but like the soldiers said earlier, they have a policy of forced protection for orphans.

So if I'm going to free you from my secretary, land that doesn't even extend to the country's impossible policies, or if it didn't work in this country, foreign countries are fine.

You... '

"Rock."

Because he was listening seriously, or a boy who kept his mouth shut without eating while holding onto the bread where the cheese was pinched, Pean suddenly opened his mouth, so surprised only a little bit of the book that he rocked the iron skewer that was broiling the cheese.

"All the time, it's a waste of cheese!"

Panicked and pinched a little too much cheese in his bread, then when he saw the lock, the boy gripping the bread and solidifying slowly opened his mouth.

"Call me Rock," sir "-.

I will be your sage Pean's secretary.

I don't know what I can do, but I can remember my job for myself and I'll do my best. '

That's what I said as I shook my thin body out of a shirt that was too big, reflecting the flames of the bonfire in my eyes.

Pean scratches his head with a bold, more serious look of rock than he thought, and then deliberately opens his mouth with a rugged wrinkle on his forehead and consciousness.

"Nothing sooner."

More than when he was being caught in the arms by the soldiers, in a repressed voice, he had a frightened look on his face and Rock had dropped the bread pinched with cheese.

Has the threat passed?

Picking up the bread that Locke had dropped, Pean offered his own bread, which he had just made.

From fright to surprise, Pean grinned bitterly at the lock comparing the bread offered to "her husband", moving his expression busily.

When he exhales small, he presses a little too much cheese bread and lightly taps the surface of the bread that the "secretary" has dropped, the pean begins to eat it mushy.

- Yes, sir.

Swallow the bread, which smelled slightly of dirt, with gobbles and throats, and open your mouth again.

"Nothing you - not rock.

It's not that the lock is neglected.

My secretary... once I become the secretary of a wise man, I will guarantee myself from the country, but for Rock, my secretary could be a shackle to a boring life. "

Unless you can afford to register as a wise man's secretary in the country, you will be guaranteed that identity under the authority of a wise man and his salary.

However, when it comes to salaries, the state recognised talented sage is almost "pulled off".

Besides, the salary offered to the secretary is also insignificant, in fact, Pean was surprised to hear such information for the first time since the "sage" acknowledged that the sage was largely self-sufficient.

(For that reason, there are a lot of sage people who can pull into the countryside that are more self-sufficient that day while traveling)

For once, I had received a "roster" marked with a list of people qualified as sage by Celisanceum and other countries, when I was considered a sage.

If you read the information it says, the percentage of people who qualify as "wise men" lived in the countryside in a delicate and discreet manner, and went on a journey to do research, and lived that day, was just half.

And according to the information put together, the number of "wise men with secretaries" is still overwhelmingly lower.

Even if you are the secretary of a wise man, it can be quite a famous "egg" in the world of magicians and scholars, with a stronger nuance as a "disciple" than either secretary.

Most importantly, "people who have become wise" know that coincidences (chances) of encountering "sage qualifications" are not substitutes for apprenticeships and notices, and that they have to rely on something called "fate" as a mechanism.

In the case of Peen and Rock, I am aware that there are aspects of the use of the term "secretary of the wise man", even if it is convenient to help the soldier feel uncomfortable just watching in a situation where "proclamation from the king" but what the soldier is doing only seems to be "kidnapping".

"Besides, in a few years' time, I will return to the land of Robrow in the countryside, and I will probably never get out of it as a" lord "unless there is very little to it.

Generally speaking, life is seen as "boring" from a young person's point of view.

So right now, I'm lucky enough to be free in a permissible time, where it's easy to recognize the inexorability of my youth. "

It was the most sensational thing I learned when I went on a journey and became a wise man.

For the first time, Pean went outside the territory, looked at the common town and village, and found out that the child's future was not all about "inheriting the traces of his parents".

And such "untied freedom" really made me jealous.

- If you have grown up doing what you want, can you do it without even encroaching on the normative order?

However, even as I traveled and was "free," I was sure that there were quite a few children who would take over the "trail of parents," just as happily, loathingly, and naturally as the pean before I embarked on my journey.

Though I envy the fact that Pean has a "choice to be free" at the time, I am determined to return because I do not want to betray the trust that parents and residents have given me in "freedom" after trusting me.

I am determined, but I also want Locke (I don't even know if I just didn't like being forced to take him to the soldier) and now I am a secretary, but I don't know what will happen "after".

If he keeps Rock as his secretary, there is also a decision that he must also take him to a one-country territory and perhaps act with Pean as a lord.

Knowing the stretching feelings of freedom, the wise man really didn't sneak to keep the boy who had made him secretary, albeit to help, from savoring that splendor on his side.

(Even if "freedom" doesn't look attractive right now, I'm sure you'll find it very "important" when you realize it)

Sage continues his words serenely to the skinny boy, who is struggling to talk about himself.

'So if you took me to the country as a secretary to a rock younger than me, I'm sure I feel sorry for you.

I was born as a lord's child, so I just have to be a lord.

Besides, I myself have benefited from it, and I am convinced myself that I have been able to do what I want to do relatively well from a young age to the present.

I could also be a wise man - because although I did, that's like the credentials I finally got.

If someone has a choice of freedom, I want that person to take care of that freedom.

And Rock has the freedom to choose '

"Am I free?"

Locke leaned back down again, holding still warm bread with digestible words in his ears, like the bite of a pean to include.

'In the meantime, eat.

Thinking about things on an empty stomach doesn't come up with a lot of ideas.

Then we can talk. '

"Oh, yes -"

The pean prompts me to gradually, and the lock hits the bread pinched with cheese.

As my body reminded me that I was hungry when I put bread in my mouth, the skinny boy had eaten up silently and quickly.

'Oh, you're full of good food. If you have an appetite, you want another one?

Though the skinny boy looked shy when he smiled, Pean laughed again because he honestly nodded.

I stabbed the cheese on the iron skewer and noticed that I was in a pleasant mood as I hit the bonfire.

"It's been a long time since I've had dinner like this with someone else."

Sometimes it was a journey you wanted me to take, and the meals I took alone were commonplace, and I never thought I would miss you otherwise.

The time for such a meal was in the shade of the trees during the day in Nojuku, and eating in the middle of the night while generally thinking, writing, and reading in front of the burning fire, while not being very well-behaved.

Pean's meal while having a conversation with someone to talk to is a long time on a year-by-year basis.

As such, Peen realized once again that eating while having a conversation was "fun".

While doing so, the cheese was seared to good condition, so I pinch it in the bread and serve it to the rock.

"Thank you"

Keep your head down, Rock receives the bread, while also saying a word of thanks to Kitin.

And it was like watching a treasure, and I opened my mouth staring at the warm bread handed over from the pean like it mattered.

'I, sometimes, let a lot of people have dinner with me.

I've been an orphan since I was born, but I took care of the village church, and I did what I could to help in the village, and I could go to school in my spare time.

When the priest told me to help the farmer during a busy time or something, the person from the previous house who helped asked me to put the table together, "Please join us for dinner"

He broke his skinny face in such a way as to remember memories that were truly enjoyable, but immediately clouded his expression.

"But over the past couple of years, the village has been badly damaged by frequent natural disasters, leaving people without a life.

At that time, a priest was suffering from a serious illness, and I was asked to do so after his death.

The priest was a fine grandfather, he was skinny, and he was able to bury me, which I was also asked to do.

After the burial, I let all the few remaining villages know that the priest had died, and I tried to clean up the church, and there was another disaster.

That was a pretty big earthquake, and fortunately everyone was hurt, but the building, starting with the church, was almost half-destructed, and I had to abandon the village.

In a few days, everyone in the village rushed to clean up, and so, trying to get out of the village, a soldier came and nearly got caught saying he was from the Wang capital.

My husband helped me with that.

So, uh, I'll have it. '

Thanks again, Rock bowed his head against the pean like he wanted to be small again, and then hit the bread where the cheese was pinched.

'You don't have to panic so much.

I don't care if it's tomorrow.

In the meantime, because all I have to do today is brush my teeth and go to bed.

Though I'm a mess, I'll take responsibility for making sure the lock calms down properly, so don't worry. '

With a calm look on his face, Pean gently stroked Rock's head as he hid his surprise.

Rock was eating bread with cheese sandwiched relatively slowly this time as his face turned red, more than a burning light.

The reason Pean was surprised was that if he settled down sooner or later, he would go around and briefly summarize his origins and talk to Locke.

Because he looks thin and small, he looks young, but he cares about the cleverness of the boy who spoke with him.

That and possibly the priest's educational gift that he was protecting Rock, but he was more solid in his language than he was close to being an adult.

(This may be the right position to support and compensate for things like "secretaries" and "butlers" in the true sense)

Sage, a hunk of curiosity, had begun when he also protected the human observation of the boy he had made his "secretary" and had found the advantage of "turning his mind" to be "smart".

Of course, I noticed the weakness that had already begun to hide.

(This child is quite dependent.

Be the person you decide to be the "Lord," be willing, it's a momentum that is likely to move according to those you depend on)

And I also knew Rock had begun to depend early on the man who saved his predicament, Pean Vinegar.

(- Well, okay)

Pean, a rakuten sage from his roots, thinks so and scratches his head boldly.

(All you have to do is find out that Rock is "impeccable to depend on and not annoying."

Besides, if you find out I'm too much of a mess to take care of, you might want some free time from yourself)

Though regarded as a trail of wise and brilliant lords, he knew the maids were calling cleaning Pean's room a "punitive game" that could not be cleaned up at all in his hometown of Robrow.

Now it is a solo journey, only the minimum necessary for me, so sometimes there is no scattering, but the contents of the bag used for the journey were "chaotic".

Only a bag containing food, however, was advised by a very prestigious girl named Martha, who entered the kitchen shortly before embarking on the journey.

'If you break your belly, your journey around the corner will be ruined!.

If you mean smart because of this, just a bag to put food in, if you can treat it or use magic, please install the ability to cool it!!.

It would only be a disgrace if the Lordship of Robrow's trail broke his belly on his journey!! '

He outstretched his fleshy good arm, was zoomed forward, and honestly obeyed that Pean was the best.

And in order to put food in as I was told, I developed a bag with cold air using the Spirit and a reservoir before leaving for a solo journey.

I was instructed to make sure to have a disinfectant for my favorite knife, which I also use for meals, and I followed it.

(Rock and Martha, what do you care?

Yes, if Martha was dependent on it, that would be a hassle, gouge it, even as a middle-work companion, could work out well)

Wishing for the boy's freedom, but also taking into account his personality, he also considers it natural to see "what makes him happiest for Rock".

Such a contemplative pean's worn coat was pulled gooey.

Hmm, and when I speak and look in the direction of the pull, I open my mouth with a snack as Rock compares the burning fire, which somewhat weakened the momentum of the fire, to the pean, which is "Sir".

"Oh, you know.... right, sir. I'm done eating.

That and the incineration is weakening, but can we just stay this way if we're going to sleep already?

When I saw the fire, I was able to turn the fire up again and put it out lightly.

And the branches for baking were also prepared, and the sand for starting and ending had been moderated at some point.

(Perhaps the bread is finished early.

When I think about it, were you observing the scum to concentrate)

People who liked to observe humans laughed at themselves because they had forgotten that they could also be the object of observation.

'Whoa, well. Sorry, sorry, sorry'

"- Huh."

When I heard the words of apology on Pean's triple step, Rock thought he blinked violently, he was speaking out and laughing out.

'-Su, excuse me, huffy.

I've never heard so many words of apology. "

To the boy who couldn't pull in a laugh inside, Pean took out a case of powder of medicine and two twigs of such a tree, which he used to cleverly grind his teeth from the chaotic bag, grinning bitterly.

'When I concentrate and think about it, thank God I can't see around you.

So, if you don't notice me calling you over and over again, you've got this habit of apologizing to me like this while I'm being scolded a lot. "

That being said, I offered Locke the branches of the unused new person I would use to brush my teeth, and Locke received them as a thank you.

'Thank you.

Yes, I didn't sneak up on talking to you because you seem to think so much fun.

However, I am sorry because the handling of fire is dangerous, but let me call you '

'Oh, that's fine. You're not wrong about Locke. "

When I heard the phrase "I'm not mistaken," Rock laughed happily enough to tell even in the dark night when the bonfire was smaller.

Then I brush my teeth and lend my worn out red and black coat and pillow-substituted "chaotic" bag to a lock where my clothes aren't dry yet, and I go to sleep that day.

Tomorrow, the days of the two-man journey began: Pean and Rock.

And as he continues his journey, the wise man finds himself equipped with a great deal of qualities in the boy who made him his "secretary".

The academics were better than they were, the magic was better, and they seemed to be more talented than the sorcerers Pean had ever dealt with.

Even the "dark" spiritual arts, which are generally considered difficult to handle, were at first surprising to the wise how Rock goes about using them without difficulty - but when he realizes the cause, he only remembers a little warfare.

(In the case of Rock, the power of Dependence resonates with the Spirit of Darkness?)

Academic books of spiritual arts are published like mountains by scholars, but the contents are similar or closer, and many of the following things have changed their verbal buttocks or reversed the order when it comes to darkness:

"Everyone has their true nature and authenticity somewhere to be named" darkness ".

And I try not to surround it with the light of reason: order and ethics.

But the mind withers when it hits the light, so it rests in a dark place where ethics and order can be loosened. "

But the boy Pean, the wise man, picked up, interacted differently with the Spirit of Darkness.

Rock relied on the presence of the Lord to think of himself as "dark" in his Lord's - Sage Pean Vinegar "Shadow".

The Dark Spirits are also interested in not facing the darkness within them, but in trying to erase themselves all and throw themselves like the shadow of the "Wise Man Pean Vinegar".

If Rock begged for help in using dark spiritual techniques, the spirits were trying to give strength without hesitation to what they had to do for their "companions".

By the time the wise man realized, Rock had made his clever dependence and darkness "coexist" to gain access to its spiritual art.

The darkness of the rock even revealed that the presence of a man named Pean was growing stronger and deeper, so much so that the light felt strong and shining.

- There are supposedly "glowing personalities" in expressing individual differences.

The word "glowing" is used, which is very helpful in begging for help from the Spirit of Light, but if you beg for help from the Spirit of Darkness, it was a "disturbing" thing.

To recognize your personality means to acknowledge that you exist in a place where a warm day strikes.

And the shadow is solid, but there is no appeal, just to prove that there is light.

No personality or other fine dust, just being on my Lord's side as a shadow.

Rock was embodying it by turning it into a "secretary" to Pean.

And Rock himself sincerely wanted it to be the darkness of "shadow".

(but not this one)

Pean himself could never understand the logic of dark spirituality, but he became a bad category.

But I also knew that less than adults had to take responsibility for teaching Rock magic.

I think it's overrated and myself, but I can tell that he, the secretary, is dating the Spirit of Darkness because I'm solid enough to be the light for "now" Rock.

(If you lose the balance of light, the darkness may enter the gap relentlessly and take in the lock)

Taking in the darkness, the most heartfelt was "death", also known as eternal tranquillity.

(- Because I'm on edge with Rock)

If he could, Pean wanted to teach Rock how to engage with the Spirit of Darkness, firmly about dependence, while teaching magic and academia during his journey.

Most importantly, as I continued my journey and felt that Rock's presence was greatly appreciated for me, in addition to the fact that it went well with him, I continued my journey.

The chaotic bag was somehow "moderately" tidy that Pean didn't even feel like.

Until then, I was also able to protect it thanks to the rock, such as the time of regular drawback of the road bank necessary for my journey, which I had accidentally forgotten over and over again.

Once a week, Lu Ban was pulled down, so the parents of the territory knew his son was safe, so it was well protected from the time he took over the secretary.

"I'm glad you're a big mess, you've been a solid part of your journey."

"I've been holding on, thanks to Rock."

And, when Robrow received the letter, etc., he laughed bitterly, showing him the letter and the secretary's boy's face was red.

Rock is also like a shadow, but although he doesn't have personality or claim like clear air, he had made the wise man aware for the first time that he had never had trouble with "air" "just a difficulty that existed for me.

And by the time I realize the difficulty, the time I have to go back to Robrow and be a lord is pressing me.

The time of my journey since I picked up Rock gave Pean more layers of fun than any solo trip I've ever had, and I felt the time was passing fast for that matter.

The involvement of this brilliant boy and the sage, who knew once he had to wear a scuffle, made him feel like he was going to "belly up" once read in a book.

(- - Are you ready?)

A month before the due date for his return, Pean snapped into a painting shop specializing in pre-removal portraits, where he was forced to dress up in brand new clothes with shy locks in a city close to the Wang Capital and from now on open a shop in Wang Capital.

"Because it's the last commemoration of my journey"

When I told him so, Rock's face in his brand new clothes turned pale and he was biting his lips.

The smart boy remembered exactly what he was told when he was picked up.

"If you took Rock, younger than me, to the country as a secretary, you'd feel sorry for me."

(If I followed my husband to finish the journey, it would be a burden on him)

Even if you are dependent, you have both respect and admiration - the feeling of caring for someone you think is important was Rock learning as he continued his journey with the wise.

Rock's heart rocks heavily because he has learned.

I want to accompany Pean on the "way of life of the rock he wants".

But that means goodbye.

"If someone has a choice of freedom, I want that person to take care of that freedom.

And Rock has the freedom to choose. "

(I have what my husband wanted)

I want to do that if I can give my freedom to my loved ones.

(But my husband and I are too different in position, skill and talent)

I can't give Pean Vinegar the freedom he wants or take his place.

Above all, it seems like a big mess, and only a sense of responsibility is doubled, even though a wise man named Peen Vinegar wants freedom, he must regret escaping responsibility and gaining it.

And Rock understood in his journey that he hated regretting it.

(If my husband didn't have the skill and talent to be a "lord".

Or, if anyone deserved more than Peen Vinegar, my husband would never be able to tie me to the land.)

During his journey, Pean, who became secretary and learned and acquired much of his knowledge, told the inner story of a territory called "Robrow".

And even if a good secretary listened to the story, if it was a land with internal affairs that only seemed complicated, it seemed that more and more only a man named Pean, who had been able to qualify as a wise man, deserved to pay for the territory.

All I can do is live the "rock way" that Pean Vinegar wants.

That way, the mind of the wise man can be slightly lightened when he defends the "freedom" of at least one boy.

When he thought about it, Rock resented the fact that he had the wit to think of him.

(But even if my husband looks at me like that, I don't like being left alone.)

For the first time, I held my feelings and personality in my heart.

The feeling of "affection" is the emotion of a person who is very receptive to the darkness, holding that feeling and using the rock that is pale on his face as a "friend", worried that a dark spirit crawls on his side.

Pean, holding the secretary's shoulder, finds himself gradually perplexed, even though Rock is upset.

(- What's going on?. So many spirits of darkness?)

A dark spirit in Rock's body conveys the affection of a "friend" to a pean touching his shoulder.

I remember saying to Rock, who was so skinny and thin that I had no shadow to see it now, with my eyes wide open with a hack.

Remember the first thing you said?

When a good secretary remembered that he remembered well, another confused person had been created.

He said he was moving the store tomorrow, but with all the momentum of being grounded, it was a painting he asked the sage, who came in wrapped around a worn red and black coat, to paint at the closing shop.

(Regardless of Boro's sage brother, can you handle the "brother" 's face in that new outfit?)

'I want to leave a souvenir portrait for the last anniversary of my journey!.

You're right, please, painter! I'll pay the wages you want!

The man wearing the borough didn't look like he had that kind of money, but he pleads too much, so the painting feels more like he broke it and did the job.

And if you took on the job and asked me to fill out the requisition form, I would be drained of being a person who is wearing worn clothes, but who is qualified as a "wise man" that this tall man rarely shows up in public, who is supposed to be prestigious and in a position where it is not strange to give orders.

However, the painting reopened, saying that it was weird to suddenly change attitude once undertaken, and ordered the sage to come to an atelier where the next day was perfectly equipped to move.

And now, with black charcoal, I carve a wrinkle between my eyebrows at the "creeps" of the models' expressions, whilst sassy drawing a line of overall structure on the canvas.

(In that case, I don't think Sage's companion wants to finish the journey)

The observant painting spotted the matter lightly, unable to fit in, and did a tall sage and a small, brand-new clothed boy's crockery (to quickly draw the subject).

(I wouldn't mind the schematics as they are, but the expression is still too creepy)

There is pride in painting as well, although it is a job brought forcefully in the rush.

That messed-up client, the wise man, surely wouldn't expect their own paintings to be gloomy.

But unfortunately, the boy's face beside the wise man is unlimited and dark.

The painting, in my mouth because I didn't want to paint such a face, smacks my tongue small so that the sound wouldn't leak.

(I don't think I'll ever go out with these "customers" again, so let me just say whatever I want.)

I'm not embarking on a journey of "shame on my journey", but I don't care about my reputation or reputation in this town anymore.

Besides, I remember how the sage was asking me to be low profile, and the painting, which was just a little more attentive, called out to the two models.

'Sage, do something about the look on your face.

Brighten up your face because you're wearing new clothes. "

In a sudden order from the painting, the wise man and the secretary boy had a surprised look at the same time.

Even though I think painting is better than just now, I call it because it brings out a better look.

'For once, as a painting in this town, it will be my last job.

I have confidence in my arms, so I can't even finish the customer's face on my own, but is that okay with the "customers"?

Aren't you portraying the two of you in some sort of commemoration?

In the words of the painting, as I said that the wise man's face had come to mind, the boy's expression is again.

(- Has this failed to make a voice call)

When he saw the boy's face, and the painting struck his tongue in his mouth again, the wise man whispered in the boy's ear as the spirit of darkness crawled to comfort his body.

"Hey, Rock. Well, tell me that I envy you for your freedom.

At the end of the journey, would you stop being "Secretary of the Wise" and become "Deacon of the Mansion of Lobo Lord Peen Vinegar"?

The Spirit of Darkness dives into existence and leaves instantly from the "brightness" that springs from within the rock.

The boy, who had been forced to wear the brand new "butler's clothes," looked up bah and looked up at the tall Lord.

The painting stared at the motifs who had moved away from the canvas, inadvertently letting black charcoal slip in a low voice saying "Oops?!".

The wise man noticed the voice of the painting, turning his gaze, but the boy, called "Would you like to be a butler?", remained staring at the Lord with his face red.

I stay stuck, but Pean opens his mouth to speak - and stops with it open - to a painting where he speaks out and his hand stops.

I found the painting so focused that I was staring at myself and Rock.

♪ Stay where you are ♪

It has nothing to do with witchcraft, the painting appeals strongly to the wise man with tremendous eyesight, and immediately shifts his gaze to the locks staring at the Lord, staring.

Rock's body was filled with hope, especially his expression.

Painting was portrait painting, and the country's quality review and skill were recognized.

As a result, after years of hard work and repeated recognition, we were able to finally obtain permission to open a shop in the Wang capital of the memorial, and the move was scheduled for the day after this job.

As a dream of "being recognized by the public and setting up a shop in the Wang capital", the painting thinks that I am experienced to the point of fulfilling it.

But I've never seen a "person" face that filled his face with hope that sprang from within his heart - so flashy - before.

(I can't believe people's eyes can shine)

The brilliance of the eyes is strongly influenced by the urge to eagle, shake, and at any rate keep that on the canvas, and starts to make gushing noises and move from the fingertips that grip black charcoal strongly.

(The figure of a boy who shines his eyes in hope and the figure of a wise man who was the source who overflowed that hope.

If you could keep it on the canvas, it would be a picture that captures people's hearts)

With such a boil of feelings, I run my hands gripping black charcoal further on the canvas so as to burn the instantaneous dawn.

The word "hope" keeps springing up in my head, mind and head over and over again, even though it doesn't determine whether I can leave it in the painting or not.

In the wake of its gushing impulse, the sage was distracted by the way the painting drew the draft as it felt even more on canvas, from a sudden painting to an "artist".

'Sir, do you really want to hire me as your husband's butler?

But when Rock's voice trembles when the butler invites him, he turns his consciousness to you.

And I laughed and responded to the rock that kept my face red with hope.

'Yeah, if you're 15, you're a minor, but there's a national rule that you don't mind getting a job away from your parents if you want to.

Even those without parents will be fine as long as the identity of the person who will be their guardian is secure.

There is no compulsory protection in the country.

If Rock wants to work at home, of course. "

'But let me get a job, sir!!

The boy volunteers to the butler, blocking the story of the sage's explanation on the way.

Though I knew Rock shouldn't have missed his expectations of volunteering this way, I was honestly anxious to be wise until I got a response, but apparently I was going to end up worried.

While his worries were over, Pean managed to see that he was about to sigh at the cowardly things he would do next.

(Sorry, Rock. Knowing your personality, you don't have to forgive me if you realize I took a "cunning" approach)

With a small, heartfelt apology and a grin on his face that seemed selfish to him, he continues his words toward Rock.

'Right. Then, as a butler, please keep it up.

There's just something I have to tell you if you're going to be a butler.

The butler becomes only the butler of the "Vinegar family".

And I, too, would have to behave as the head of the Vinegar family if I had grown up back in Robrow.

My role as Vinegar homeowner is to rule the land called Robrow, which was ordained by the Royal Sunflower, as a lord.

So if Rock has become a deacon, protecting the wise is not the primary secretary, protecting the Vinegar family that governs the land called Robrow is the most important thing I want him to do. "

"Protecting the pean isn't the best thing, it's protecting the house."

That being said, Rock was bewildered for a moment, immediately solving the meaning, small but biting his lips.

But even that explanation did not damage the brilliance of his eyes, and the boy, who was an excellent secretary, immediately opened his mouth by turning his thoughts around.

'Then it's good to make sure that the state in which Peen Vinegar is lord is the best for a land called Robrow, isn't it?

I'm not wrong to serve and strive to make it better for Robrow for Peen Vinegar to rule, am I, sir? '

I don't care what your position is, whether you're a Lordship Robrow or a wise man.

If you can help someone named Peen Vinegar and stay beside him, that's fine with Rock.

I realize that rock identities like myself, the "shadow" that is close to "darkness," have become difficult to even prove to exist without the Wise Man Pean Light anymore.

As a matter of fact, I had learned from the wise man that Rock tends to be "dependent" on the person he is.

But I didn't want to cure the wonder and itself, and I didn't feel "bad".

Sage would also have noticed and figured out "dependence," but he didn't even try to encourage rock in the direction of what to do with it.

And Rock didn't try to cure his "dependence," but he was firmly wearing a "sense of distance" to the burden of his opponent on the side to be - not to be the burden of Sage Pean.

The wise man who finds out that Rock has acquired the "sense of distance" he deserves to describe it as exquisite that he could have achieved through his efforts will let him use it.

"Oh, if that's why I became a butler, I want you to promise me something.

No matter how much it is for Robrow that I am lord.

Eventually, even if you get older and take turns and I take cover, I want you to remain a butler for as long as your strength lasts.

I want someone named me to serve the Vinegar family as a deacon's lock, even if I quit Lord Robrow.

Well, I'd like to ask you to teach those with my marks how to do "Lord Pean Vinegar," which you're glad to see.

Rock just got confused about the butler for what seemed such a long way ahead of "sir" favor.

But realistically, hiding a lord doesn't change being beside "Pean Vinegar," so the "glow" breathed into the rock constantly.

When the lock raised the diagonal pean face, "Gohon" and a rather deliberate cough came into the ears of the two models in an attempt to give an answer that did not break the "sense of distance" from "sir".

A deliberate cough can be heard from before the two of us.

Apparently, the inspiring excitement healed from the butler's boy's "shine," and the painting wanted to confirm the look on the faces of the models that were moving, first it was like a cough that came out in search of stillness.

Pean and Rock smile bitterly at each other and turn to the painter.

Turning to his face, the painting immediately becomes the face of the "artist". Now, the moment he sees the face of pean and rock, he carefully draws into the canvas a pattern of two expressions he has ever glimpsed.

"I will, of course, follow any policy my husband may say."

That's what Rock said, looking straight at the painter.

The painting then draws onto the edge of the canvas as one of the expressions, without missing the facial expression of the slightly altered part of the lock.

(However, the only person I serve wholeheartedly is Pean Vinegar)

As a "butler" with a smile, I swore so, arranging my words of allegiance to the Vinegar family, but firmly thinking in my heart of the part dependent on the pean, and not letting it go outside.

Though leaning closer to the thoughts Peen was thinking, the butler had his mouth full of replies that never offended him and seemed comfortable.

Knowing Rock is thinking and choosing words, Pean doesn't put that side on his face, on his mind, or on the yawn.

I had no regrets for myself doing so, even though I was aware that I was urging a good butler boy who relied on me to act like that.

"If you refuse one favor and break your comfortable sense of distance, your precious pean is going to leave you."

With such cowardice in my fear, I am about to use the future of a very good boy for my territory to rule.

♪ What Rock himself wants ♪

"in a land where this talented man will eventually become lord, helpful"

I can even misinterpret the word "match of interest," but I felt that would eliminate the "pean that Rock wanted."

So I "decided" that I was only a take-up of the life of someone named Pean Vinegar, not a sage even a lord on my own, but edged and picked up a lock.

Because I still felt more responsible for the person who became important, Locke.

"If you don't go out there, you won't be able to meet someone important."

It seems natural that the words spoken before the journey to the warrior of this country and to the great man of the Ho Han, who is his lover, also apply to the relationship between himself and Rock.

Betrayed the relationship in a good way with the first thing I thought.

As such, I simply "want you to be happy" to those who can share the time and air that makes it comfortable to spend time together when you can.

And I want to spend some time with you if I can.

For the first time in Pean, who doesn't stick to things too much for anything, I didn't think I'd like to break up with Rock.

'Okay, well, thank you again from now on!

That being said, when he shows a conscious and slightly more forceful face and laughs, Rock gives a illuminated look.

The painting burns its "facial expression" into its own heart and describes it on canvas.

The relationship that you can ask with this expression is in the best shape for both of them.

"A little selfish. Mostly, I can't help but hang out with a frightened butler."

Stop the finger grabbing the black charcoal that draws the draft.

'Sir, it's all right now.

I could draft, and the theme was set in me.

If you can make a portrait later, I will contact the realm where you two will return now. "

When the painting said so to the two of them, Pean and Rock laughed again as if they remembered "to have them painted."

"Mr. Painting, I'm sorry to hear that when you were hanging out before you moved.

However, if you asked the town guide if he wanted to fold up a portrait, he would move in soon, but if he asked the brilliant painter "Magenda Colour," he heard it was good, and he couldn't even stay, and he pushed it. "

'Sir, did you force yourself to do that and ask the painter!?

If you're a constant rock, you'll notice in advance what your Lord is likely to do that you've learned over the course of several years.

But the care that usually turns twelve because of the anxiety that our journey with the Lord is coming to an end has not been able to be utilized at this time either.

So he bowed his head toward the painting with his hands on his shoulders so as to apologize for the Lord's indignation around him.

Its lord, the wise man, opens his mouth with his hands still on the shoulder of the lock so as to open his petition towards the rock and the painting magenda, scratching his head boldly, as every time.

"If you've heard my client admire me so much for painting a satisfactory picture even though it's early, I don't have much time, but for me to want a commemorative picture, it was a fascinating story."

Pean said with a laugh as he lowered his hand, which was gradually turning to his shoulder.

For once, he's aware that he said he couldn't do it.

However, the painting put black charcoal on the edge of the easel and shook his neck sideways as he took out a pipe of cigarettes in an upbeat mood from his jacket with various paints he was using for his work.

'Never mind.

Customer - The customer finds that he is more "superior" than I thought, so I will take good care of him.

But honestly, thanks to our customers, we're going to be able to do a really good job at the end of this town. "

I cut that out, stuffed the pipe with leaves, dropped the fire and steamed it with only usable magic, then opened my mouth as I remembered.

'Yeah, just a little bit, I'll serve you.

You both have so-so faces, and Deacon, you're brand new fine clothes.

It's just that my husband, Sage, doesn't really look like such a worn coat. '

Rock knew the Lord was quite indifferent about his clothes, plus he didn't like to be tough, so he never did anything to urge Pean to pay particular attention.

(If your husband became Lobo Lords, you have to be careful about those things for Pean Vinegar from now on)

I am not going to change the relationship I devote myself to Pean from the heart.

However, Rock noticed that the "if you don't change, it won't be for Pean as a lord" part also appeared.

'Right. Surely your husband's coat...'

(From now on, even if my husband neglects me, if I don't tell you, you will end up muddying the territory ruled by "Peen Vinegar")

As a "butler" who serves Pean Vinegar as a lord, he switches his mind.

However, since the first time we met even if we changed our minds, the coat that Pean is wearing has irresistible memories of rock, as well as attachment.

(Coat, can't you handle it?)

'It was of great use to me, but this guy, he's already had a life span.

It was really user-friendly, so you ended up wearing it all the way through the journey '

Before traveling, the deacon stared emotionally at the coat he was wearing, and before traveling, he picked the hem of the coat that had been unraveled, conscious of his unkempt attachment to the clothes.

(Oh, yeah. I'm sure the coat was lucky to be worn by chance.)

He saw a merchant from Wangdu selling a coat similar to the one worn by the "scratchy traveler with hair" in the collection that inspired him to travel to his lord, his parents.

The pedestrian explains in a smooth tone how often this coat is wonderful, and from what I hear, if anyone is bound by clothing, this tailoring will be coveted (sorry), "work".

"Steiner" was a coat made by a family of famous tailors.

Originally, the expensive thing was that my father, the lord, was planning to wear coats that were protected by various spirits, but my father gave me a comfortable alternative to my only son, who was on a journey that was about to soon overtake his back length as well.

"As far as I can, the coat will be" repaired "in the painting - I'll fix it"

Thus, there is no falsehood in the motif of the painting or in the expression of the two, but only the coat with the pean wrapped around it was to be modified in favor of the painting Magenda Colour.

Sage and Deacon look forward to the completion of the portrait, while they begin to make their way "home" to Robrow.

And even though the wise man decided not to regret taking the brilliant boy named Rock into part of his life, Lord Robrow, he was still thinking more and more about the land and the boy that he was going to pay for all sorts of things.

On a wild night to reach the realm in a few days, I put Rock to sleep first because I wanted to think.

If Pean returns to the Territory first, he must have the wedding that his parents and inhabitants desire most in a certain sense, and have a "family".

Fortunately, the bride has been told that she will be the bridegroom since she was conceited, and she accepts it lightly or "quite happily".

(I think Rock and Karin might be alike in a way)

Remembering the portrait of a beautiful brunette "boxed daughter" who seemed to have only slightly conceived green on the brunette who seemed to be her own bride, who only knew her name and appearance by letters and portraits, Pean laughed coughingly.

Just in time, Rock turned around, saw Munya and the "childish" side, and Pean laughed again.

I look at a lock like that and think, "What if Rock was a real family with blood connections?"

If the blood-connected "brother" were locked, I might have done something stupid to "keep and kill" this brilliant talent in a land called Robrow, as a matter of course, without feeling backward or sorry for anything.

Normally thinking about crushing such a corner of talent feels that the "family" mechanism that can be "natural" is just a little scary.

I have seen not least that there is only a connection of blood, and that things that seem unreasonable are taken for granted, both in Robrow and on the journey ahead.

I couldn't say enough about Pean spending precious time on "family" rather than on his own.

(I wonder what "family" is)

Of course, I saw not just the bad side, but the way my heart warmed up.

In the end, however, it was unlikely that even a wise man could reach a conclusion about his "family" during the journey.

(Nor do I always have the same personality that always prevails over personal dignity)

Knowing that "people" would change, and knowing that they were no exception, Sage decided to look up at the stars in the night sky, nod small, and prepare a "escape route" for what he thought were loved ones he had met on his journey.

On a bright morning, bread and beans across the classic cheese are processed and made for breakfast in a beverage called soy milk, while the pean opens its mouth towards the lock as it has been altered.

From the time he was in charge of his diet, the deacon, who had felt something different about the Lord's condition, listened quietly to the Lord's words, even though he was only a little anxious.

"Rock, as I've said before, you're a better person than you think you are.

I don't know if we're lucky, but for now I think we have a good relationship together without any useless inferiority or dissatisfaction with each other because I'm outperforming your powers and talents.

Well, when it comes to cleaning up and tidying up, I guess I should heal with a little less inferiority -.

As for this, healing is likely to cause more trouble to the people around me, so I'm going to stop it '

After hearing so much about it, Rock had accidentally blown out of the Lord, abandoning the idea of cleaning it up, along with his relief that anxiety had come off, in case it was a word they would say "dismiss" him.

The person blown out is not going to soothe, and Pean is a word out of his heart, but he scratches the back of his head with a bitter laugh even though he was supposed to give Rock's heart a relief.

Rock's heart was relaxed and he pulled in a laugh, and then Pean started talking again with a calm voice.

"Remember when I said I wanted to welcome you to my territory as a butler, but even if I gave you a replacement, I asked you to serve me?

'Yes, of course. Sir.'

(Even if they take the place of Hidden, the only person this rock really serves is my husband, Lady Pean Vinegar)

While pointing a gentle smile at Pean Vinegar, the "husband," the heart occupied Rock's heart so cold that the "loyalty" nurtured from the feeling of stubborn dependence did not shake at all.

A wise man who "foresees" it feels like it might be in vain, but he can make his escape for Rock.

"If I had replaced my lord, it would probably be a trail child, made with a woman who would be my wife.

And even if I retire and leave my lord's seat, and continue to tell my new lord, Rock has sworn allegiance and served as a deacon. "

"Yes, because that's the role of the butler of the Vinegar family, who works for the lord of the land called Robrow."

After Pean asked me to be a butler, the diligent boy, who had learned something called a "butler" firmly during his journey, nodded with a calm, sneering grin that the butler deserved.

Pean Vinegar keeps talking about it even though he really doesn't have to rely on himself or anything if he can rock that can put a smile of indulgence on him to calm down the feelings of such a person.

"By the time we make a replacement, we'll be adults and good years with each other.

There are so many things that I'm sure there will be parts that are different from "now."

So if by that time Rock quit his butler job in Robrow and said he wanted time, he doesn't mind being the one who invited you. "

"- Sir."

Lurking in a calm grin, Rock stared at the Lord, looking like he had no choice but to express himself unceasingly.

Rock also knows I'm not being rejected.

But I couldn't figure out how he was so lord, and if he returned to his homeland, he would also be lord, and a qualified man, a wise man recognized by the country, was bound to set himself free to rock.

The wise man also tells the deacon who is comfortable with himself that Rock is the only "dissatisfied" person who realizes that he is the Lord, that he is now in the mood to brace his belly once, and that he is given another "role" by the country as his wise man.

"I, along with the wise, actually get another name.

"Pean Vinegar" '