Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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

"Pean Vinegar" '

"Shinbu Eun Ri,"

Even the diligent boy was a word he had never heard.

Words that were never even heard of a wise and diligent boy, the wise man who noticed picks up twigs and juxtaposes the exotic letters with the letters of this country and makes a zazzling sound on the ground and carves them.

Sometimes they say "premeditated thoughts."

Smart rock would know, but if you crushed this exotic four-letter and connected the meaning, you'd guess.

The implication is to "think about the distant future and make a plan around you".

If you can "name" that meaning, I like the word "old" short and easy and I think it fits.

The state could not allow a young man who had not even grown up on a boulder to name an old man but had just qualified as a wise man. "

That being said, he unleashed a twig engraved with letters on the ground and took the breakfast bread in his hands again.

Rock looks sincerely at the words engraved by the Lord, and understands the meaning as "first sight" before first dripping his head toward the Lord deeply.

"I thank you for telling me that your husband has the name of" the wise man of conspiracy "who deliberately lays low."

The wise man laughs when he hears the words to be thanked and hits the bread of breakfast that was left all a little.

'You didn't expect to be appreciated.

Simply because I'm too big a fan and I don't like it, because the name of deliberate reluctance was just trying to keep quiet until I was allowed to name an old man '

In his mouth and in his mogomogo, including the blindfold, Pean responded to the butler's words while he ate the bread.

Why did you tell me the meaning of another name when my husband put "feelings" first, whether it be people like that or his own, until he disdained the feelings of a person named Peen Vinegar?

The wise boy asks the Lord straight only where he does not know.

The faithful butler of dependence doesn't feel as dusty because the Lord cares about "the butler's lock".

Such an appearance gives an indelible look to the "Lord" who cares about the butler.

"Nothing, though I didn't mean to scorn my feelings."

I turned my laughter into a "bitter laugh" and managed to take the look of a straight boy who looked really strange.

Tell your dear butler how honest you feel when you feel like a brother watching your hard-working brother.

'I taught Rock for one reason.

If you don't teach a "man" named Rock the art of freeing his mind, it's going to be a long, long way into the future, but "irrevocable things are going to happen."

And the savvy devil has thought it over. '

'- Huh?'

To this wise man's words, Rock can only truly be confused, but Pean continues to speak to his brilliant butler.

'Rock, you have already surpassed my dark spiritual art when it comes to dark magic.

Nor is the term excellence really reasonable.

"Genius" is most deserving if, in a broad sense, you are to describe in words the power of your dark magic.

I'm telling you, I'm not a master of sorcery, I'm not a liar. The truth. "

Asahi Yang is clearly on Pean's face, and only a little shadow can be hit.

The boy is slightly frightened by the "darkness" made in the face of the Lord, which always shines light, and by the "truth" that he is crossing the Lord.

"No, I can't believe I'm going over my husband."

The moment when anxiety rapidly became "dark" and attempted to capture Rock's mind and body from the shadow at his feet, made even more possible by bathing in the morning and sun.

Pean stood up and stepped on the shadow "darkness" of Rock and stroked the head of a butler about two short heads if he tried to make it a tall pean.

Apart from sleeping these days, with an unprotected look that doesn't show inside, Rock looks up to the Lord.

"Rest assured, all that is beyond is dark magic, and the others are totally enemy to me (I guess).

Even if you fight, you can't afford it, but I, the wise man, can't beat you. "

With an attitude of pean enough to feel unfaithful and unfaithful, the "darkness" that tried to take in the rock in front of a strong personality like the intense "light" quickly lurked itself in the shadows.

If there was a gap, the Dark Spirits took in even the familiar ones, and the wise men knew that they would try to invite them to "death" leading to "eternal tranquillity," and they had taught it to Rock.

I won't put it in my mouth, but forgiveness was not going to pean on the "precautions" I decided to take, even if something went wrong with my use of spirituality for the sake of a butler boy who also thinks he is my dear brother.

"Tranquillity", which is also the protection of the Dark Spirit, keeps vomiting words to draw the rock loved by the Dark Spirit away from the place where he can use spirituality to assimilate it with the darkest spirits, knowing that it thins out of his life.

"Now you are able to use the power of darkness to the fullest by almost assimilating it with the Spirit of Darkness.

But then it's at stake in case the Dark Spirit technique isn't available '

Let lies seep "truth" and "break" the relationship you've built with darkness and rock.

'- That the danger will eventually lead to a big deal?

To this rock question, the wise man nodded without a voice.

He "trusts" me unconditionally, using the boy's feelings cunningly.

"It resonates with the Spirit of Darkness. Too much, you could lose your life"

This is, "Lie."

"I don't want you to get in trouble like you might lose your life."

This is the "truth".

I'm sure even as it is, the wise man understands that Rock, a genius, has a full understanding of the properties of the Dark Arts and has a way of becoming a magician who will keep his name in the world.

By doing so, I can see that he has become a "wise man" when he is "found" in a presence that symbolizes "darkness" and the likelihood of being drawn into it is extraordinary.

One of the qualifications that could make a wise man was the "person" who touched the scale of the "ancestors" of this world, which is said to be a world of fantasy.

In the unlikely event that you encounter a being that can rock the "world of men", it is also the role of those who have become wise to "rule" it.

As a result, I can move around freely without some hedging of the country.

Draw a line to the earth and say, "This is our territory." But if the time has come, the "world of men" has nothing to do with the country or the territory -.

'- Sir, so what am I supposed to do?.

As much as I know, I depend on my husband, a man named Peen Vinegar.

I also know that the power of that dependence is increasing the power of dark spiritual art.

It's just that being dependent, I'm trying. '

'Oh, I know that.

Your dependence, depending on the way you look at it, may already be called a disease '

To the word "disease," Rock looked up to the Lord with his lip biting and seemingly pitiful eyes.

But wise to his pitiful face, the man softly attached his own hand large.

"It was unexpected to be accompanied by a hand," Rock looks sideways at Pean's hand, which was accidentally accompanied by his face, and regardless of such a gaze, the wise man continues the conversation.

For the first time since he felt "sick" or "injured" and felt "handicapped", a man is also a creature with medium learning abilities.

Sometimes I get sick, and I appreciate what I've noticed.

Rock taught me to thank you. It's an important illness.

Keep rocking the hugs you've never done or been given to your family, and continue to say the words.

"I want to continue to do well with a disease called" Rock, "which taught me to thank you.

If I could, I'd like to continue my "fringe" as someone with you like that, as long as I know it's a disease but even be careful '

Because I want to continue spending the same time with my loved ones who seem like family.

"Please forgive me, God, for my beloved's work in trying to pick up the shoots of a great future talent."

The man, who had no faith left, wished only a little "forgiveness" for all this time in the morning sun.

"If you conveyed a certain" predictable future "as it were as a thoughtful and far-fetched sage, Pean Vinegar, maybe the thoughtful butler boy would choose from himself to live forever.

As a wise man looking far ahead, I had to report to my country that I had found a lock that could become a "vessel" of existence that rocked the world.

But it's just "possible," and maybe "then" won't come while the vessel spends its life as a person.

It was unfortunate for Pean to waste one's "life" because of such an indeterminate "time".

But as a "wise man from history," reason says that we should report Locke to the country.

(- Is it "arrogant" for those who have no power to think that they want to rule round)

A gentle breeze blew between the boy who had been held tight and the two still hesitant but unable to wipe away the act of "picking people's talents".

And on the wind, I hear a certain sound.

♪ Still, that's good ♪

"Gecko."

'Hmm?'

"Frog, is that the sound of?

With that sound we naturally let each other go, the sage heard the boy's, and the rock heard the frog's chirping "voice" inadvertently, and a little time flowed and the "while" opened.

And in the meantime, he was giving calm to the wise.

(Did Rock only hear frogs?)

♪ Still, that's good ♪

Earlier words, which inadvertently sounded to me alone, had lightened Pean's mind somewhat more than the words of forgiveness that could possibly be given.

"Um, sir. In the middle of a conversation, let me also say a word from me '

Rock also opens his mouth as if inspired by the roar of a frog.

'My husband told me that dark spiritual art has the qualities of a genius.

I'm sure that's true, if your husband says so.

Still, I'm told by the world, "Dark spiritual talents are geniuses," more than voices.

"It helps to have locks" or "locks" to my husband,

You better be listening to the voice that needs me.

I'm … I'm the happiest individual named Rock, whether they say I'm sick or slandered around that my way of life seems to be all over Pean Vinegar.

That's all right. '

Listening to Rock's words, Pean finally begins to act to pick up the ever hesitant "eye of talent".

In order to line up the languages that are no longer used in ancient times in your head, pick up the words you need, and call them to this world to use what is even a forgotten word.

- I made the last confirmation an overly loyal butler.

'- Then I will now, to avoid all things, impose the treatment that is on you.

That's going to waste everything you've ever learned about witchcraft.

Whether it's witchcraft or spirituality, we're gonna start over from one, okay?.

Because of this, there was absolutely no technology that I had learned so far, but still. "

In the midst of the word of the Lord, which also confirmed, Rock opened his mouth.

'I don't mind. I just stand by my husband and play a part, that's fine.

Because "The Vinegar Butler's Rock" chose it for me for the rest of my life.

Deacon is responsible for baking your husband's care and taking care of his family.

'Cause no matter how talented one of the sorceries was to be called a genius, it's just useless.'

Pean, my husband, is more frightened by the words of his own butler, who is too clean.

Seeing the grinning Lord, the butler smiled calmly again making him feel at ease.

"I... I have enough of a place to be just what you thought was important to me."

- Pattin '.

The sound of the sage's fingers being able to play, the pentagram rises at the feet of the two standing, from which a strong breeze blows, and the dishes and incinerators used for breakfast blow, extinguishing.

Let me turn your talent into a Pandora's Box.

Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin and Pean now play their fingers six times, followed by a figure of a six-mounted star floating at the feet of two people.

The movement of the wind, which was rough as it blew out, now took the opposite form of sucking in, and its power was directed primarily against the butler's boy.

'Huh!!'

A slightly painful voice is sucked out of the deacon's boy's body by two magical shapes with dark objects as if they were underneath.

That was in the form of a harsh tornado acting as if it were the other way around, wrapping itself in a rock.

"Ugh."

Try to hug yourself with both arms, sucked in, unable to cope with your power to be taken away, leaking your voice, the power to resonate with the darkness that Rock had - "talent," sucked in and "punished."

As the rock seemed to suffer, the spirits of darkness from the shadows made in the morning and the sun were sending a resentment to Pean in unison to see the vengeance (temptation) to afflict and take away "friends".

Looking back at the chill, Pean laughs thinly.

The Spirit of Darkness clearly remembered his anger at the laughter from the pean.

I guess I'll only get some peace from the dark in my life for the last time.

In the distant future, there will surely be times when you will be tired of less tranquil routines.

Still, he punched his finger in the finish of the operation again, saying it was better than regretting that he did nothing to help protect "his loved ones".

The wind sucked even harder from the two shapes below headed for the lock.

"Yes, sir."

Rock had frightened eyes and reached out to the unknown sorcery inflicted by the Lord.

Let the hand snort forcefully at the butler who grabs and looks at himself without hesitation.

"It's okay, I'm here"

The moment you hear the Lord's words, the butler heartily smiles, while the "biggest shadow" comes out of the boy's rear.

Once seen in the Zoo, he was treated as a god in ancient times and "mudded" only in the "convenience of man" when he was made into the world.

(Were you already blindfolded)

The rush runs among the wise.

But the biggest shadow that would have lurked in the rock is unexpectedly "punished" by the magical shapes below.

The lightness of the clap was such that Pean seemed to lose his mind by accident.

However, unable to bear the fact that Rock was sucked into his "talent", he hurriedly supported his shoulder as he knelt on the ground with his hands held together and his magical figure still floating around.

(Thank you for being "treated" without any resistance, but what makes that so much easier?)

There was only a knowledge of the logic of surgery, but since this is the first time I've practiced it this way, Pean doesn't know the "scale" of the magic called "Pandora's Box".

The Art of Covering and Cutting Everything Out of the World

The magic book, which describes the words to be uttered in order to "reveal" and do it, and the possible consequences, was loaded thoroughly.

And even if something went wrong, Pean didn't know that, because the magic book didn't describe the phenomena that could happen to the procedure itinerary or the side effects that followed.

(I don't know how the surgery works, but now I'm pretty sure I've sealed my rock talent as a vessel in a box.)

I can see Rock draining quite a bit of health, even if apparently he doesn't have to lose his mind.

The wise man smiled a little badly as he supported the deacon boy who had become exhausted, always unable to feel at all the signs of the dark spirits around the lock.

"Hiding in a box," "bereavement of talent," and in the convenience of a man's world, "escape routes" were created to avoid a life that would be locked away for the rest of his life.

"If Rock wants to do the sorcery, I will also teach him from the beginning, politely and responsibly, from one of the sorceries.

It's just that this time, like probably before, you can't easily wear magic.

Still, okay?

Groaning small in his ear, the butler kept his eyelids closed to fatigue, but nodded slowly.

My chest was damaged by my honest reaction.

(The truth is that slowly freeing yourself from "dependence" and "separate from the Spirit of Darkness" would have been the right way to do it, and the best way for Rock to do it)

Using that method, time would take decades, but I was able to gently let go of my skill and "condition" as a "vessel" so called the "genius" of dark spiritual art.

It's time and effort consuming, but the witchcraft and spiritual mastery I've learned until then remained in the rock, and I could certainly have left behind the skill of being called "brilliant" even if I wasn't a genius.

If the skill of sorcery had remained, even if he had left his dependence and illness, and quit the butler of Lord Robrow's hall, he would have been sufficiently treasured, both in the king's capital and in other countries.

It's just that now that I've put my talent in the box, it's no longer a "story I can't".

But it was honestly unexpected to the wise that the darkness of Rock's "talent" was such a big shadow.

Ningro, the quickest way to mislead the world's eyes as vessels was to hide them in the box.

Pean played his finger and the magical shapes that were floating on the ground disappeared softly.

The "box" lid was closed.

It was coming back to the calm morning landscape, as if there had been a wild, rough breeze earlier.

Still, for a while Pean is grinding his nerves and exploring for any abnormalities around him.

Though I knew it, it's the first "technique" to do it, so I never get alarmed.

(At first, I didn't realize by the time I met him, but the country... was the king starting a "vessel hunt" maybe?)

"Around the vessel, - dies."

Check blanks in memory memories and carve deep muscles between the brows.

(Oh, no. I can't remember)

Because he can't remember, the wise man realizes that the "times" have moved.

I can't really remember the literature of Haz I tried and read, and when I gently tongued with my muscles carved on my forehead, my butler, sucked up my witchcraft talent, made a small groan.

I have more to do with this than that.

I think it's important to look at it as a pean, but I wanted to weigh in on the presence in front of me.

Past history shows that flowers are about to start like (strings and) in an era where "continued tragedies" while reshaping shapes and inheritance are "now," and the stomach gets heavier with the zun.

(If you want to help someone close to you, you can take care of it in a hands-on way, but the world and the country are so vast, they can't grasp the shape, even if they ask you to help them.

Above all, if the "vessel hunt" had begun, the world would probably...)

A few years had passed since the wise protected one (possibly) of the "vessels".

We know that anxiety, which does not compare to dark clouds, fills the hearts of wise men, but it cannot be helped by "just one".

The "untrustworthy time" was already moving.

And the phenomenon of great anxiety progresses so slowly that it is difficult for people to understand it.

Things probably don't stop until they hit and smash, like it's too late when most of them notice, or at the end of a stone rolling down the hill.

I can't be clear about what's going to happen, but I know that the phase will just go dark.

But the vessel appears in the world, separate from what the world has moved.

As a token of my thoughts, I am sure that no one in this country has yet noticed what has been set in motion, and when I came to the thought that I had little information, I remembered the words spoken with people who were accidental.

"The world is made of what you've seen."

(Wouldn't it be funny if those two had noticed?)

I remember a big man with a beautiful military master and a great sword named his "shield" who once instigated me to embark on a journey.

(Does that mean it's moving under water?)

"Sir...?

As before, I am called out by an exhausting boy who is no longer able to "read minds" carried out with the power of witchcraft - especially the power of dark spirituality.

And Pean found that Rock was "frightened" that the overflowing magic that was in him was really gone.

"I'm sure that in the meantime, like me and McGaffin, you will also show up as someone important that you couldn't have met if you hadn't gone outside."

I slowly smiled, remembering another spoken word.

Now, you should face what I can do.

'Rest easy, then let's go home to Robrow, Rock.

Actually, it was my first surgery, too, so I got tired.

Maybe from now on, it's "tough," so let's just take it slow today. "

"Yes, sir."

Whether it's exhausting or not, sincerely grateful to the butler, who is bringing a gentle grin unchanged, the savvy devious Pean Vinegar prepares himself for "free time and goodbye" in that way.

Returning to the territory, the courteous and modest butler boy was accepted without delay by the conservative Robrow people.

What was surprising to Pean here was the lack of witchcraft talent - the state of rock, which was extremely close to the beginner, inspired the preference of the people.

By then, as an apprentice deacon, he had taught all his work from a person who served as the family ordinance of the Vinegar family of his predecessors, and after doing the work he had been given, he had taught magic to Pean in his spare time.

If it's true, it's like a talented toddler does, and if you've seen it in general, you're going to be relieved of the magic training that seems naive, as the boy is diligently working to adultize in the next few years.

When I heard that there was a reason "because I want to reward the lord who just inherited the trail that saved my life," from the people who are conservative but love their brother-in-law, they were beginning to treat me like I was in Robrow from the beginning.

And the way he was taking care of the "Scattered Devil's Inheritance" really well raised his liking from the mansion's maids.

As such, when Rock began to tame the mansion and the land in a short amount of time, the previously arranged ceremony of Pean and Karin would take place.

In terms of this wedding, one way or another, it seems that the "bride" is busy, and Pean was handed the paperwork for the wedding confirmation by Locke, who acts as deacon between jobs, to the point of signing it.

The wedding was a really good ceremony, with Pean flirting to relieve the bride's tension, making Karin wear a buttcake, and other than being pissed off from the lock, which also coincided with Pean's lord taking office.

Time passes calmly, and while Pean also behaves "nothing of interest in public opinion" on the surface, he gathers with the credentials of a wise man, a "desperate sage" heartbroken by the information that a country called Celisanceum begins to lean towards.

That was also expressed in the letter sent from the colour of the painting in which he had asked for the portrait to be tasted.

"Suddenly the auditing of the country, especially in Wang Du, became tough with regard to works of art.

I painted up the portrait, but they have an examination to send it to you.

I'll keep it here because I have a personal weird chest ruckus and need to be able to put on the obsession.

Please accept our apologies "

"- It's a hard decision, Mr. Painter."

(Have you already begun to ask for ties to the "arts"?)

From the information gathered, we can also see that the State takes away the "rights" and "freedoms" of its citizens from what is truly trivial.

For the first time since I detected this "situation," I scratched up a letter in my study with gray hair that started to shine and become noticeable, and it became a desk.

Even as far as cluttering up the material collected on the desk, I can tell that from about the time I embarked on my journey, the King initially had little understanding, but had begun to regulate what enthusiasts were.

For less understanding, it appeared in the report that it could have been done without comparative effort, whether to impose regulations or not.

When the public forgot that that had happened, they repeatedly continue to slightly strengthen similar regulations.

(In a bad way, you can't really take away the people, "Your Majesty.")

I have just made a replacement, and Pean himself has yet to worship the king's face.

A portrait of a king I saw only between bundles, painted during some festival handed out at an early age, making a face that seemed tender, but only a sharp eye somehow remembered.

(Pictures show sharpness and wit as children.)

It seems that there is such a king. In the King's capital, some clever "dissatisfied elements" also appear to be out, but the movement seems dull.

Seriously tightened and twitchy, it may be hard to realize that evil government is taking place in the King's Capital for the "disenfranchised" people.

(There may be something close to heart saturation… but without lowering the standard of living of the people, you only hold the idea of "freedom" and "thinking for yourself" well?)

Sometimes grievances and stress can be the driving force driving people.

But it meets some standards and doesn't just make you "starve badly" experience.

In doing so, I let the monotonous everyday public repeat what I have created in various regulations over the years.

Nothing bad has happened, but it becomes neurologically unstable to repetitive everyday situations.

Experienced feelings that boil down to emotions continue to be "irrelevant” or “unsuccessful”.

It encouraged anger, loss of ability to perform, or fatigue, as well as a tendency to escape when faced with "thinking" on a daily basis.

Technically, it may be different, but in the case of saturation of the mind, the level of activation will not change or will instead increase, but it will give the public something that involves "negative emotions".

I know that's not a "good thing", but the position that I'm not serving in the palace was difficult to say.

If something decisive doesn't happen, it's weak for a "big name" to move.

Take the pen you are throwing at your desk and start groping cleverly.

The sage thinks further as he watches the remnants of the sharp sound of the pen float around the circumferential line.

(If there are days when the people are anxious and restless, and it is strange to see it as "everyday" as a "wise man," there is no obstacle even if they are not serving in the palace, or if they make a prophecy to the king.

But before Robrow's people were wise, they wouldn't like it if I were a lord...)

When I thought about it so much, my fingers disturbed me as if I had drawn feelings.

"Ah."

The pen, which until then had turned brilliantly, would fly towards the door at leisure in the momentum of the centrifugal force of rotation.

But it stopped in the middle of a rather wide lord's study, making cathartic noises and falling off.

I looked at the fallen pen, and then I sighed small, lifting my grey-haired, flirty head, and stuck it at my desk with the material on it.

The collected material falls off the desk making a unique noise of scissors and paper.

(- It's too conservative, in a good or a bad way)

The territory of Robou is rural, but it is relatively loose even if there were regulations to be put out of the King's Capital because of it.

Moreover, since the Lords were themselves, it was possible to scratch the network of regulations proclaimed by the State and give the Lords an extra "everyday" without bondage.

(- I guess it's reasonable enough for me to focus on protecting a small "country" called Robrow...)

And Pean himself doesn't like "shabby" things.

(If you didn't become a "wise man," why don't you paint a picture, be quite the lord, and think about it like you are now?)

At that time, the door was opened without even being knocked.

'Sir, Master Karin wants us to have tea together.

And I brought you here because I wanted to see your husband's study.

And as always, you work fast, but you're scattered. '

Behind the butler who says that to keep standing, I can see that he has a wife of his own who seems to be weak, green enough to blend into his dark hair.

As he gives Locke, the butler, the authority to open the Lord's room without knocking, Pean lifts his head sleigh from a desk full of materials as well.

'- Tea feels refreshing.

You taught me this before and you let me swallow, even Beru? Give me that, Karin.

And then you dropped the pen, so pick it up, Rock. '

'I'll pick up the pen, and I'll tidy my desk, so my husband is Dear Karin... escort your wife and have some tea in the courtyard'

After Rock said with a bitter laugh, he turned a gentle and gentle grin on Karin, who was so much older than the butler but could still say she was a girl, even though she would be the wife of the Lord hiding behind her.

Courageous by that gentle butler's grin, Karin invites her "husband" with her little mouth diligently open and a lovely voice.

"Um, lord. Martha will also prepare tea treats... if you like, the... '

His mouth opened diligently and his lovely voice reached the pean as well.

The eyes, just the same color as the hair, were gnarly closed and hidden in the shadow of the butler, so the lord and butler gazed and then laughed.

"Well, Karin's tea will taste good, but I'm looking forward to Martha's treats.

Then Locke, please clean up. "

"I'm in awe."

Once he bows his head respectfully at the entrance, he puts a no on Karin and then Locke enters the room, which is the lord's office and study.

Just as Locke picks up the pen, Pean gets up and stretches out of the chair.

(Sure, the country is going to the worse, and I hate myself for being a wussy...)

Peane thinks this "time" isn't bad.

Rock and Karin, who recently came to Robrow and married each other, are "friendly" because they are concerned about each other, so that was a thankful and delightful thing for Pean.

Whether the lord is good enough for Rock, who is just a servant, and Karin, his wife, to be good friends, or a closed land pattern, some people in Robrow are throwing a chilling glance at him.

I was also told by a decree during my retirement that Pean was quickly telling strange stories about how much Pean had just grown up, that his wife was less than an adult, even though her parents had decided to be young wives in the union with each other, without ever getting along with the maids of same-sex servants, who were excellent, but who were close in age, and who did not crap in behaving together with the heterosexual locks, but Pean did not care.

The reason for this was that, scolded by Rock at the ceremony and laughed at by his wife, but with no sexual punishment, the sage used the spirits of the wind, which likewise liked to flirt, and secretly listened to what the two were talking about.

And rarely can I make you blush.

Because what Lady Lordship and the faithful butler were saying to each other was that it seemed fun to talk about "what your husband likes".

Smart as it may be, Pean, who doesn't like tidiness, who likes to flirt with his personality, and who is aware of some of the sloppiness, was unexpectedly made to feel so happy talking about himself - and this was still a pleasure.

(Rock and I had a good free journey, but this is how we get along with Karin, and it's not bad to be three)

Rock bends in, holds the pen, and whispers to the Lord in such a low voice that Karin doesn't hear it in her ear as she comes to Pean and hands it over.

'Sir, go to your wife and give it to her as soon as possible.

My wife... Karin admires me the most and relies on me in this robrow because I'm her husband '

Rock, who had all his witchcraft talents in his "box," still couldn't use telepathy, but it was also worth the unrelenting effort, so that simple witchcraft could be used.

By the time I could use witchcraft, all I wanted to dive in and convey was exclusively telepathy, but if I could only communicate my will with words, I would follow the virtues of something called words and realize again.

If Pean sees the entrance to the study after listening to Locke, the friendly butler leaves, and he stands by the door and looks like his wife, who bows down embarrassed.

"Look, sir, hurry up"

To Rock's way of saying that he cared for his friend from the bottom of his heart, just a little sage was flabbergasted again, ni raised the edge of his mouth and whispered to the butler himself in a whisper.

'How can Karin be shy in front of me even though it's normal in front of Rock?.

After the first night of my life, I picked it up quickly and I was with her every day. "

"Sir!

Speaking out in unintentional ways, Rock turns bright red and stares at his Lord.

Seeing how it was, Pean laughed ahahahahahahaha and gently proceeded to his wife.

"Lord, Rock, what's wrong?

Raising his face, which was bent over Rock's fury, Karin strangely compares her husband to the butler as Pean holds his shoulder.

"I'll tell you later, Karin."

"Sir!! You're making fun of me!

Now, with the words of admonition clearly uttered by Rock, and with the amazing push of Karin's shoulders from behind again, the butler entrusted him with cleaning up, Lords Robrow and his wife followed the study.

As such, for Lord Pean, he couldn't move even though he was concerned about the Prime Minister, increased his gray hair, and the fact that Deacon Rock and his wife Karin stayed close kept his days quite calm until Lord Robrow's Lady "got pregnant".

And as if waiting for more children to inherit the blood of the pean, a country called Celisanceum gradually becomes rough every time a child is born.

But Pean didn't try to get on the table only, and for the sake of the people, he was just struggling a little bit with all the scratching of the proclamation that was starting to turn out to be totally awful.

By the time the sixth daughter is born, which will be the last child for Pean, national dissatisfaction will play out and a resistance will be formed throughout this country.

Looking at it from a wise man of far-sightedness, he felt it was "slow", but in it, there was a "no choice but to slow" resistance.

Its resistance, which briefly calls itself the "Determined Army," says the leader is still less than an adult boy.

It was just that the boy had the great nickname "to the idiotic politics of his parents, it would seem silly if he involved the people" - one of the king's youngest common sons, supposedly numerous.

Do you mean the younger brother of the Jordanian lord?

Reminds me of a cold, beautiful, smiling "military master" woman, the curious sage was following the news of Jordan, even though he was told that he would soon "never see her again".

I could not have predicted half the time, but her information could not be gathered using the power of a wise man.

And the role of "military master" from the army of this country had also been wiped out.

If you contact the military, it may not be very accommodating for intelligence under the authority of a wise man, but there will always be a record, so it can be a hassle in case.

(For a little while, should I have been engaged in selling favors to the military?.

No, more than that, you should think about creating a force "specialized in handling information" apart from the military and regular army in preparation for these things.

Hey, I missed my mind)

Now that she has a history of "royalty", I will look into it from there.

Then, it was easy to understand that a woman named Jordan was with one of the king's common sons, but also that she was out of the royal book because she was "married".

Oh, well, I guess that means he accompanied the big man with the big sword.

I couldn't keep up with the news of a woman named Jordan, but if I thought I lived happily with a man named McGaffin, who was looking up with those beautiful green eyes, without worrying about the Minister of Public Relations, I felt terribly innocent about trying to get in touch.

In the first place, she said, "I'll never see you again."

I don't know what to say in its place, but I looked into the boy rather than the man - who is Jordan's younger brother and has a resistance called the "Determined Army".

"Gloriosa Sunflower"?

Somehow I remember that name with interest, and I do my job as a lord and help Karin raise as many children as I can.

The couple are not bad friends, but the children, mainly the "daughters", were seen as fathers somewhat dissatisfied.

I don't care if the inhabitants are just bangs that are "men."

The inhabitants of Robrow had no offense, but Pean felt that there was an outcry between his brothers and sisters while he was playing the van that would be his only son.

And I can't tell you anything but rumors tell me that the land I rule, Robrow, is in a "better" state than the rest of the territory of Cerisanseum.

Pean's ratings rose in an unwanted state, and together they were connected to expectations of his son, and his daughters, other than his eldest daughter, who was educated to succeed him with the van, tied to the worse.

In that period, he was in a state where he had been approached by Karin to consult him and had managed to ask Locke to respond, chased by the Lord's work and by the collection and codification of ancient and now east-west sorcery, which the Vinegar family has been striving to do for generations.

(I miss the time the three of us were able to drink tea peacefully)

Pean had hidden it from the country and produced the results of more codified sorcery studies than he needed to report, but he had sent it to the country in as small a quantity as he could.

In the unlikely event that many of the children my wife had given birth to became ill, it was a "saving" of research that I wanted to help with as much as nursing.

It's not just the van that says, "It's the inheritance."

Yes, to tell my daughters, Pean had prepared them, but as much as I can only say about hatred, my daughters were healthy, and Ning Lo's son's van often developed fever and fell ill.

'- For a long time, at an early age, boys are said to be weaker.

Never mind, lord. '

Karin told me to comfort myself when the van fevered as usual at the turn of the season, when I came to use "Savings of Research" to help.

In that case, if the healthy daughters were injured, the wise man also looked at the woman's medicine and studied industry and education in the first place, for when there were problems specific to women.

Of course, seeing a doctor helps Karin do what she wants.

However, when it comes to helping with medical care, you will be stuck behind it.

If the van goes to bed with a fever, Karin takes care of it, and Pean takes care of her daughters,

"Mother, be gentle with the van of the inheritance, leave the van alone with Mother"

And, align your mouth.

And on behalf of Karin, who is busy nursing, even if Peen was on her side trying to take care of her daughters, she takes a relentless attitude towards her father, who was rarely able to get involved.

If you look at one of my daughters except my oldest daughter, is that where she inherits Karin's personality, like she's very shy and can't say anything.

But the four of us were also half-forced to pull in their eldest daughter trying to stay solidified and neutral, watching her father, Pean, chill.

And on the other hand, if Pean saw the van and Karin dealt with their daughters,

"Look, your father even takes a break from research and takes care of it if it's for his inheritance van.

I knew the van was the only one ".

What can I do for you?

Perhaps I should have scolded him if it was true and told him that he was never just banging his emotions absurdly, but the "wise man" didn't know if that was really the best thing to do, and he couldn't.

The six children can peek at similarities to pean and karin.

But I suppose there are similarities, but Pean knows that he is never the same as his parents, but an "individual".

(Does the fact that the blood of parents and children is connected undermine the consideration of reluctance and distance with respect to affection?)

Just a few moments later, Pean was twilight and growing the number of gray hair.

Over the years again, it's been a really long time since Karin and Rock and the three of us can have some time to enjoy tea in the courtyard of the Lords Mansion.

But speaking was about nature and "the children".

Lord and Mrs. Robrow were commonly referred to as "only sons" of each other, but Pean has never felt particularly lonely because he acted alone in curiosity.

When Pean speaks of "childhood time," she and the butler look at each other and then smile at each other with the imaginary phrase "Master Pean, I guess".

The time of the child for Mrs. Karin tells Pean and Rock that it is a lonely thing to have no brothers, and that her personality has become distracted, and that she was also conscious.

Rock was lonely all his life, but he had met a large family in a village he looked after before being taken over by Pean.

By then he was dependent on the priest in his care, and he didn't feel lonely, but he still felt envious of the lively family atmosphere.

"Really? Sometimes a lot of people are good."

Pean, whose daughters were getting older and who had begun to be blatantly avoided, was in the mood to listen to distant countries about the value of "better off in large numbers".

"- Martha taught me that by the time my father and daughter get into puberty, it doesn't work itself, it's common for any family, sir."

As Rock made and poured the tea from the teapot into the cup a stunning "waterfall," he shook his neck and nodded quietly so that Karin would also be in tune, saying the words of the cook with the liver balls on which the three of them lay their trust.

"Even I, oh, there were times when I couldn't communicate well with my father in my hometown.

Besides, I think there are parts of the country that have a negative impact on those daughters, even if the lord is calming Robrow down more than anywhere else in the country.

Never will a lord ever be a parent. "

When I was just getting married, Pean was happy that my inner wife, who had asked Rock for all the messages, tried so hard to encourage herself with her mouth and words.

"Well, I'm really sorry about the other power application, but wait for the" Gloriosa of God "to calm the country down..."

"Kijin?

"Guru"?

It's been a long time since I've seen the Kyotong face of my wife and butler worrying about me, and Lord Robrow was distracted, as if a little flirtatious had succeeded.

And he kicks and twists the "Dark Spirit" who was coming from the shadow of a butler to see "the guy who took a friend (rock) from the Dark Spirits" with the soles of his shoes, thinking that he looked bad on people himself.

(Did you think I was hurt because I couldn't communicate with my daughter?)

To his wife and butler, the spirits who were about to see Pean, who had taken up "friends", hurt themselves with a madly stained and sharp "glance" that he would not show to "people," returned from the shadow of Rock to "his world," scratching away.

'-?, sir, what is it?

Rock has inadvertently questioned the behavior of a "husband" who doesn't know what it means to step on his own shadow, following a statement that doesn't really make sense.

Once he let go of all the technology he had in his hands, from scratch to enrolling in sorcery to about a general magician, Rock had regained his witchcraft skills, but only left it untouched for dark spiritual arts.

If you hadn't even touched the darkness, you would have left the "vessel" part if you showed one scale, so I'm sorry for the lock, but for once now, I was going to hide the magic talent I had acquired in the "box".

However, the wise man reassures himself that Rock has not noticed the interaction between Pean and the Dark Spirit at all.

(Looks like I'm getting used to blunt things about Darkness, so maybe it's time to teach Darkness Spirituality again in a general way)

'Lord, was it also Chile in your shoes?

When I tried Karin, I looked at her husband's face, thinking it was such a trivial thing.

(- I wish I had these two and could paint occasionally)

If you could have become an instrumentally poor man with knowledge but not skill and delicacy to paint, than a noble and lord, a wise man who knows the scale of the make-up of this world.

(Oh, but if you're poor, can you pay Rock?)

But when I thought about just the three of us living, it was really full of "tranquillity".

(But I don't know because I've already come to a place of responsibility)

The inhabitants placed their trust in being lords, and there would be no one but those who knew at an early age that there was a past where Pean wanted to be painted.

"I don't mind painting, but Master Pean has to be a lord.

So you can't be a painter. "

When someone told me he couldn't even remember his name, Pean was wonderfully light, and the painting dream was given up.

And I give up lightly the life of the three of us - "dreams" - that I can still calm down just thinking about then.

'Yeah, Karin's right, it looks like she even had some chili in her shoes.

Yeah, it's three in the corner, so why don't you let me hear Rock and Karin's "Pean Pride" for the first time in a long time before we have a party? '

"Lord!

"Sir! That was almost 10 years ago!!

Steaming back the story I had once secretly heard, now the two of them blushed, looked at "my husband," and saw it and Pean laughed sincerely for the first time in a long time too.

Thus, while wishing for "other power applications" and secretly using the authority of the wise man "Gloriosa's activation", many days had passed and Robrow had become a little less serene.

That's when the word of Gloriosa that Pean was chasing secretly cuts off as "putrid".

There is no information like "dead" or "wounded".

Among the determinants, only Gloriosa, the leader, is "suddenly gone".

(What's wrong?)

As a wise man who applied for other things, I just wanted him to come out early to Gloriosa, who works like a god, to calm the country down and calm down.

At that time, no wise man could have predicted that a "being" was approaching Robrow to crush Pean Vinegar's "other power application" situation.

Then, less than half a month later, a group of thieves appeared to attempt to enter Robrow's territory, capturing them even more with Pean's measures.

After "work," I honestly don't really like it, taking off the lord's armor at the lord's mansion, an incredible report came up from the lookout for the captured thief.

The captured thief said that he had "only one knife, a" strong as a ghost, "and suddenly appeared and took his territory, and had to move to Lobo."

(-Masaka)

I associated the leader of the deciding army with the recent news of the word "ghost", but I shook my head with more gray hair and denied it.

(There's no way that something like that can happen sooner)

A passage of Hero Tan, the story of the hero, a very strong but missing boy for children, played out in his head for a moment, came to his mind, but he immediately laughed and struck it off.

The brilliant crusade against the thieves further raised the "stock" from the inhabitants as lords of Peen.

Usually the relative daughters, too, seemed to have influenced it, softening their attitude towards Pean, albeit slightly.

However, Pean, the Lords, also knew how all the residents had previously unexpected anxieties about such things as "thieves breaking into Robrow's territory" as never before.

(From now on, there will be more "fighting jobs" like this.

Well, protecting a given territory is the normal job of the aristocrats who let us hush there)

Happy or unhappy, Pean is a wise man, so he is also good at magic, but even with dagger moves that seemed like dancing inherited from his ancestors, "Wu" had both confidence and strength.

Still exhale gently in the study the night you finish your crusade, taking care of your favorite dagger.

My face mixes with more gray hair on the dagger blade, well cared for by the lamp lights.

The amount of gray hair is high for the year of confusing reach, but there are no noticeable wrinkles on the face.

I sigh again at that imbalance.

- Quickly, is it something the country won't be calmed down?

Time was flowing regardless of people's will, and it was common in aristocracy for the daughters, and there was talk of a relationship between parents to decide.

But even if the Prime Minister is restless, and there's talk, nobody's got it together yet.

Although it is a parent-child relationship with daughters who obviously fall into the unfamiliar category, as for kindness, he also wants them to be happy in a calm and calm state ahead of their daughter-in-law.

(However, it was always hardened by the sisters ahead of the daughter-in-law, but the anxiety remained when they became individual)

of the country as a wise man,

of Robrow as lord,

of the children as a father,

Each worry did not follow in Pean Vinegar.

And peek at such a pean from the shadow of the entrance as his wife and butler seem worried, then look at each other and then nod.

That bright day was also a time when the red leaves of the valley, which boasted very good weather and season and lobrow, would be beautiful.

If I looked up at the sky through the bedroom window, I would abandon my job, invite Rock and Karin for a walk in the valley, and ask Martha for lunch boxes, etc.

Unlike husbands who always read until late at night, who combine their hobbies and work, their wives live a regular life to take care of their children, so unlike husbands who wake up slower than usual in the morning, they are not already next door.

As Rock always does, he brings breakfast without even knocking and quietly gives me support.

"Thanks, Rock"

To put it that way, the young man, who welcomes the adult into this mansion for several years, bows his head respectfully and begins to clean up the books on the sleeping pillow, silently scattered by his "husband".

Between cleaning up, Pean finishes his breakfast, chops a little vertical wrinkle between his brows, and then calls the lock again in an attempt to wear the lord's armor to finish the crusade yesterday.

Then the door of the room opened and my wife showed up, so I stared at Karin wondering if anything had happened.

Karin tries to hide something behind her back without saying anything, and rushes to the side of the lock to get close.

And Pean, still on the sleeping table, now blinked for surprise, and saw the two of them.

'What the hell's going on, both of you?

When Pean speaks that way, the two look at each other, and then the lock opens his mouth first.

"Sir. I don't really want to think about it, but maybe we'll have more" crusade "jobs from now on.

Shortly after the crusade, why don't you take a breather within the present time when you have a high reputation for your husband?

"Now, children... my daughters will not complain about anything, even if the lord breathes."

With that being said, Rock and Karin offered a basket containing lunch and a bag packed with tools to paint at the same time, which was given to Pean rather than pressed.

'And, sir, this too! It's from your wife!

Something fuzzy comes into my arms holding a bag of peans with a rare, pleasant voice that the butler plays.

(This guy!?)

Pean's eyes contained a combination of red and black colors.

The wise man was rarely surprised from the bottom of his heart that that coat looked brand new and came back into the arms of the pean, wearing a red and black color that he missed so much, wore once when he went on a "journey" without caring.

It can be said that it was the first time that I had seen that, to the great surprised look of Peen, the Lady and the Deacon rejoiced face-to-face, so much so that they were aligned and voiced unexpectedly that they "did it".

"When the lord was" Dear Pean, "I heard from Rock that he used that coat very much.

After the trip, he carefully kept the lock very grassy (every time).

I fixed that. "

"The part of the repaired fabric could not be perfectly anchored in the coat fabric, like the tailor's styler, but I applied the protection myself."

Karin is followed by Rock happily reporting back on his history.

'Master Pean, who wore that coat, listened to Rock, who seemed very happy.

I really always enjoyed the letters I had received from that travel destination, too.

I was just reading it and I felt like I was letting you rock and travel with Master Pean, whom I had never even met. "

With all those "warm" words, the unintentional gift from the loved ones sees the painful feeling of the back of the nose being hot, and the eyes accumulate something hot.

I love what I have in my long arms, but I love the people who gave it to me.

And if I could, I wanted to protect these two with my own hands.

I want to give top priority only to my feelings, not only to the wise men of far-sightedness, but also to throw out my lord's position and sense of responsibility to protect only the two people in front of me who give me peace.

'... sir, your wife has worked out a lot of ideas and has had some free time.

Please, hurry up. '

The butler, who noticed the Lord's eyes wet, hurried quietly for his husband, who was also quite a lighter.

"Oh, let me do that"

I sipped my nose just a little, and Karin noticed that her husband was so thrilled.

"Please, enjoy your time of freedom, Master Pean."

The voice of the younger, gentle drawn-in idea wife at this time sounds awfully reliable, so that she is gently pushed out by that voice, and Pean is alone for the first time in a long time, spending her vacation where she can see the valley boasting the territory.

Just to be careful, I equipped myself with the dagger I always do.

And when I put the canvas in front of Ethel and grabbed the charcoal, something "came down" from the top of the valley.