Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

At first, on the rocky walls of the valley, with the sound of paralysis and pebbles crashing into each other, Pean noticed strangely.

From the top of the rocky skin of the valley across the river from the view - the gorge - that I am now trying to draw correctly, I see the stone falling as it hits the wall.

It's not even that weather today, is it?

On windy days and so forth, plants crawling onto rock walls are stirred by the wind, pulled and rooted, sometimes taking down dirt and small rocks.

So the inhabitants of Robrow always try to pay attention to those sounds when they are near the valley.

That, of course, was the same for Pean, the lord, but the wind on this day is mild, so that was the first thing that inspired me to notice.

I wonder how I could have climbed to such a place in Shi, and there were wild animals climbing to the top of the valley and falling objects for that reason.

(Even if there is a small collapse, there is no major collapse, so we are physically and magically working on reinforcements.)

I remember confirming reports that the maintenance of the valley, which is obligatory once a year, was carried out in conjunction with the autumn period in order to safely enjoy the beauty of the valleys and gorges of Lobrow even in season.

(Not natural?)

And when I considered the artificial possibilities, the leaves of brilliantly colored broad-leaved leaves, which were cleverly rooted at the top of the rock wall, on the sides of the wall, etc. were heavily scattered.

The next time I think I've made a sound with Bass, a black figure pops up along with an even louder gusty sound.

During the day when the light of a pleasant sunny day shone, Pean's eyes first captured the "black" of colour.

The reason for this was because the hair of the person coming down was black and long.

Even though I have strange, black hair, I was more impressed with "success" than with beauty.

And with his feet on the side of the valley, far from the expression gentle, the dark-haired Mitsuhito descends as if he were "running".

(Why people from such a place?!?.

and before that, if you keep running, you'll hit the rock straight!!)

"People running down the valley" sometimes take advantage of rocks and plants that are protruding on rock walls, stretching their arms, stopping or trying to weaken the rate of falling.

But it seemed to be completely "water on the burning stone", so slightly that it really stopped, and the stall was starting to fall again without being able to do much.

And where you'll eventually fall, there's a big rock.

(- If this is even a direct hit)

Imagining the tragedy lightly, the wise man carved a large wrinkle between his eyebrows, but with sharp observation, and found that the long-haired man running down was apparently a "man".

(Around the corner, Karin and Rock gave me the day off!.

I didn't know why, but I was crushed to see the fallen body.)

For now, I want to stop the "death" of the man who comes down.

The wise man accidentally pounded his tongue and leaned charcoal from his fingertips onto the edge of Ethel, and stood up with his long fingers together.

While searching for a way to get to a "landing" place, the man now uses a "quick" technique to save for a man who keeps falling like running through a rock wall.

The children of the inhabitants can't see much.

And while setting the "mark," he runs out and jumps over the high rope about the position of the adult's hips, drawn to the border between the gorge created to prevent danger and the road that leads to the point where he still wants to do something about it due to lack of maintenance.

It became quite a leap and remained marked with both hands, but once upon a time the wise man who ran around the land landed without danger and came to the flowing edge of the gorge.

Of course, if the "falling man" had also taken a direct hit in the meantime, he would have narrowed the distance to the rock.

(We need to hurry. But you can handle it, but all of a sudden I hope things are going well in "production"?)

I don't mind getting wet in the water, I step on the shallow shallow waters I grasp and the rocks that are coming out of the water (all of them), and as I advance my legs, I call to use the "very quick presence" that I recently compiled and that was in the literature.

"On idateita mokoteita sowaka"

Only exotic spells - "true words" - to summon its existence, quickly, and consciousness pours on the falling person.

Behind the wrapped red and black coat of the running sage, he summoned a ceremonial god that was quick, wearing the armor of the eastern kingdom and holding a sword-like weapon horizontally over it, which he palmed together.

(- Wewaten, take that man!)

Save yourself the hassle of "taking time" to put into words already and give instructions to Wei Weitian just in case.

"Weiwatian", with a rather harsh face, nodded and immediately flew over the back of the Lord who called, toward the falling man.

More than a few times faster than the man making the fall, the man falling into Pean's eyes pulled out his machete as Wei Tian began to progress through the river where the gorge flowed.

(- What the hell!?)

With the "mark" unlocked, his gaze continues to pour the pulled knife into a man with one hand, as his hands become free and his body balances.

The man grabs the machete and stays put, he comes down.

Pean noticed something about the distance shrinking.

- I'm laughing.

(Think about it, that guy, he's never out of balance)

While "falling" through the valley, its soles are always kicking and stepping on rocky skin, which is a rock wall.

If you were in a hurry, you'd be really "rolling" off without even keeping your body balanced.

(I wasn't trying to stop the projections and plants on the rock wall.

Not to mention balancing my body, but I was speeding up my fall and making "an agreement" with the landing site.

That means what the man is going to do now)

The wise man, with some anticipation, was out of the water, stopping on a rock shaped like a mountain.

(If that's what you thought it would be, you need to keep your distance)

When he stopped and calmed down and looked at the man again, as he went down the valley, he stood with his machete on the upper stage.

I was about to take extra care of him.

Watching him set up a machete, the sage also smiles niggardly, calling to Weiwaten, where the man had already arrived at a "giant rock that he mistakenly thought would clash with.

"Go back, Wewaten. If you stay put, you'll be blown away.

At the same moment Pean played his finger patsy, the man made sure to step into the rock wall of the valley with a machete on the upper stage, kicking and flying.

"Olaaaaaaaaa"

He descended the machete that stood on the upper stage with a shout that reminded him of even the lion's roar, worthy of a truly atmosphere-shaking expression.

The blade of the falling brunette's knife shines white, and the brilliance is emitted by drawing a semi-circular arc.

(It is not a shockwave using the Spirit of the Wind. Then what is it?)

I've never seen a sage before. It turns out that a kind of force resides in a machete as "pressure" and uses it.

This is interesting.

To the curiosity that springs up for the first time in a long time, Pean's heart bounces and he can't help but look away from the man who keeps coming down.

From the entire blade of the machete the man descended from, the force of "pressure" was skipped and slammed into a giant rock at the destination.

The cracks and cracks are finely carved, as the birds whizz together, as the pissippy, continuous crushing noises overflow from the giant rocks.

The force given to that rock also reaches the wise man who stops at a distance, changing his wind pressure and appearance.

When a man dropped his knife, and confirmed that a fine crack had entered the rock, the wise man ordered Weiwaten, who had returned to his side, to "protect himself" and throw a piece of crystal that had fallen on his chest as a "thank you".

"Fine rubble rock (leech cancer) hurts when it hits you."

The moment the sage said such a thing with pleasure, the man holding the knife spinned in the universe in a recoil that lowered the knife like a light trader.

At that time, he held a machete in one hand again, finally something that made his posture seem normal - he was pointing his soles towards the earth.

The body had a glow that had resided in the blade of the katana earlier, floating thinly throughout the body.

"Well, you can apply what you just did to your body."

I am amazed at how powerful Wei Waste Heaven is in front of a wise man who sounds amused to say that the "magic" given by someone who was ordered to help earlier is too "abusive".

Even in the presence of a "ceremonial god" whose typical emotion of joy and sorrow is significantly scarce, he was attracted with the emotion of "surprise" to the person holding the machete.

Pean Vinegar is naturally also attracted to the presence of ceremonial gods whose emotions are rare.

(What will you do next?)

The feeling of nostalgia, which was not palatable in the lobby, boils up from his feet feeling a little paralyzed, his chest bouncing.

The man who's about to come down has predictions of "doing," but he was concerned about "how to do it."

The white glow that was floating around the body of the man with dark hair was shaking up as he began to concentrate on his right leg.

"Shattered by falling on your heels as long as you can."

I just find the sage unexpected.

- Wouldn't it have been safer for a man with the power to get down the valley that way?.

When you want to ask the man who will soon come in front of you the answer to your question.

The leg of the dark-haired man was lowered and the rock, which struck him directly in the heel, splashed to explode as he turned into rubble.

The rubble that blows up has a good momentum, and it also flies to the pean where it was opening its distance.

"Way to go, I asked for it."

Saying, the wise man waved his arm and held the dagger he had planted in his arm.

Proud of his speed, Wei Waste Heaven grabs the sword he was carrying on top of his palm in his right hand and performs the "Protect the Pean" that was instantly commanded to fly the flying stone debris.

Rip off all of the bouncing flying debris before it reaches the sage with tremendous speed, sometimes bouncing it off.

"Whatever the mass of the rubble, the weight and force of the rubble beat the dust and dust of the dust that becomes the sand smoke, so it reaches me faster.

Does air resistance have anything to do with it? '

With a giant rock falling down the heel from the man with the knife, it was crushed so that it could be bounced, rising around the point where the mow and dust landed.

Especially the amount of dust in the area that became the center of the landing is tremendous, and clearly the area seems to have been burned even by the smoke screen, and I can't see how it is at all.

Pean mumbles "sensible things" like a sage for the first time in a long time, watching the dust slowly spread thinly over the waters of the gorge, flowing beneath the rocks on which he stands, calming the "deviant mind".

Connect and fit the part of the smooth leather ring on the buttocks of your favorite dagger pattern to the part of the bracelet fitting on the dominant hand.

Wise men don't miss hearing "boom" and heterogeneous noises after Weiwaten cleaned up a lot of rubble with his own sword while making kinky noises.

"- So, obviously, if another force was applied and the rubble was bounced off, then the speed and power are different."

I hear a bun and a wind cut, and a "rubble" flies to me from the dust I can still stand in.

What Weiwaten was preventing me from doing is grinding away the rubble, which is also different in speed and power, with a tightly gripped dagger.

Weiwaten does not react because he was only ordered "to protect him from the rubble splashed from the rock".

You can see that the rubble that has apparently flown into the pean is "different force" applied.

Again this time in a row, boom, boom, boom. The sound and increased speed and power debris is flown from the dust toward the pean, playing it with a dagger.

(- This is not magical power, even if it is applied)

It's probably that "brunette" guy flying this rubble.

The "feel" of a dagger playing the rubble immediately shows that the force applied to the rubble is not magic, nor is it the force that was wrapped around the right foot with that machete or heel drop.

'- Oh, is that the simplest thing?

"Sylph!, my flirtatious friend who seems to like you has come to this place!" '

The wise man calls to the Spirit of the Wind, and when he plays his finger with patchouli, a dwarf spirit with butterfly feathers appears with the wind accompanied by a green colour.

"Woohoo," he cried, enjoying the flirting, and there was a lot of wind around, and the dust was swept away.

Beyond it, swept away, a brunette man in a place where there was once a giant rock, his machete sheathed and on one knee, using something to target the pean with rubble again.

The gaze of a man suddenly revealed in Robrow's prized valley and a man defending this land, staggers and laughs at each other.

'You're a real jerk to be a slingshot!

The dark-haired man raised the edge of his mouth even more, trying to put his flirtatious taste on the shelf and the pean proclaimed so.

The man with the machete took his hand off the rubber part in the slingshot and flew the debris.

The moment Bunn puts the sound of tearing the wind into his ear again, Pean kicks the rock he's been standing forcefully and jumps high.

The moment the debris released from the man of the machete passes where Pean was until earlier, the man who has been shunned from the debris puts a slingshot on his chest and hands on the pattern of the machete.

(Now, how much time do you want, or will you come here and there...)

The man pulled out his machete, but he doesn't move.

In the meantime, Pean, whose weapon is a dagger, packs an "intermission" with the man with the machete all at once.

Run through the shallow waters of a gorge you've known all along since you were a young child, spurting up.

The man on the other side of the machete has a narrower standing width and falls into the shape of a hips drop.

Seeing the figure, he has some experience in action, but in martial arts, the wise man who enters from the book is put out of his structure, anticipating the attack, but also thinks of his own defense.

(You seem to be the best at attacking, but you're confident you can lure me in and take it, huh!)

As far as possible, I try to stick it up and aim at my face, making it look like I'm going to slash you with a dagger-specialist sword technique that has been handed down at home for generations since I packed the distance.

Sage thought the best way to "lose the will" was to aim at "heads" like various steeples assembling.

Usually, in rock and mock matches to teach my son and eldest daughter martial arts, I try to stop the dagger just in front of me, but I didn't hesitate to do anything about the man with the machete.

'Heh, that's funny swordsmanship. I think I like Trenia.

Were they reading the movement, or is that all the "proud ones" the man with the machete is?

Moving only his neck softly as he stood, avoiding Pean's reluctant thrust, saying that again with a heavy and yet very pleasant voice.

(- Even though I know it's not in there, I can't even get a loot wound on it)

One way or another, a man with the courage and power to smile down a ravine and crush a rock takes it for granted that his attacks on backwards support can be avoided, and there is no rush.

However, the remorse of not being able to apply a scratch or scratch when attacking with a springy prick, which gained momentum and distance, boiled slightly in the pean.

One knife man's pitch-black eyes were watching at the foot of a tremendously spring leap through the gorge.

As I splash on the waters of the gorge, watching the whole man wrap around a red and black color coat that sticks into me, I stare at which spot the legs of a prominent gray-haired man are treading, and I diligently learn to be a man who doesn't like to use his head.

"You're strong as a fool, but sometimes you can't see your feet.

Whether it's a place you know or a flat ground you're used to, if you're fighting in a place you've never seen or experienced. "

Keep saying more to your best friend because of the troubling appearance (in fact, "I can take care of you") that most ladies would stare at while blushing.

"Don't move around too much, first make a careful observation of what kind of battle" type "the" land "people will have, then fight if you want to.

If you feel unsuitable, retreat quickly. "

Although he was supposed to be the second son of a farmer, his best friend, who was more polite than his royal self, was told to preach when he stayed in a troubled face and put his arms together and took the lead alone in a battle (he was intact and his enemies were destroyed).

"But even if this guy is as strong as a ghost, even to identify him, but on the other hand, isn't he on the defensive side?

Like my weapon, if you're attacked with a long-range bow or arrow, can't you see it's your foot on the other side of the battle?

A familiar young man with a scarf all the time around his neck said that to his best friend, who put his arms around him.

He was disturbed by the language he spoke at any time, but it was all compassionate and gentle, and sometimes he was somewhat irritated by his distractions, but he never hesitated to listen to the contents.

However, there are now different things about my best friend, a gentle childhood friend who has "all sorts of things" and is disturbingly familiar with me.

"Talk about scaffolding" was something we talked about at a time when we had no idea that something else was going to happen.

"Oh, yeah. Then let's do something good. My Previous" buddy ""

That's what I said, even after I got a weapon called a gun, he gives away a slingshot to the man with the machete, who was taking care of it.

"With this, Gloriosa will also be able to pick up what is appropriately nearby and attack, while towing, and then see the enemy's trends and feet.

Well, most importantly, I just don't want to see Trenia grieving because you're hurt, so take it. "

Being given the name of a hard-working girl whose own compiler, no one would lift their head, absorb people's feelings, the man with the machete, Gloriosa, had received a slingshot that was childhood friendly and not an exaggeration to say his best friend's treasure.

"It must be about Gloriosa.

Sometimes you'll be alone, or you'll get caught up in something nasty, and you'll fight in your first place. "

After laughing and disturbed best friend said, he smiled as troubled as his best friend with green eyes was frightened by the colored man.

And now "in my first place, I think I can safely fight scaffolding".

To explore it, I was thankfully using a slingshot on someone I thought was quite interesting in this (where I came because I acted alone) place.

"Regardless of precision hitting, since the exploration and power are in Gloriosa, if it's a big target -" people, "you can afford to deal with slingshots."

To what is instinctively never weak, even knowing that he would not give a hand, his disturbed best friend had given up a dangerous weapon, depending on the treatment of Gloriosa as a slingshot.

Gloriosa, also known these days as the "Goddess", has an interest and "anticipation" for a grey-haired man who has been at the edge of his sight since he slipped down the valley.

And with that interest and expectation, I'm convinced he's someone who's going to live up to me brilliantly.

- I was only moving my neck to avoid the thrust that made me slash an instantaneous dagger, like a loosely curved pean.

If you're one of them, Anglekham Padrick, who specializes in speed fights, and Julian Zaheto, who also deals in weapons with tremendous speed called "flying tools".

Gloriosa thanked her best friends in her heart as she looked at the grey-haired man with a surprising face for avoiding a dagger that would not have been perfectly avoided if she hadn't "trained" to deal with them both at the same time.

I thanked my best friend and the smiling face made me feel "spared" enough to say whether this was still the case.

♪ There's plenty of room ♪

At that rate, they even asked the name of a woman they didn't know (probably a fellow man) and said that the woman was likely to like the swordsmanship that her ancestors inherited and could see in dance, Lordship Robrow, Pean Vinegar.

Sudden attack of debris by slingshots, avoiding confident attacks, but unexpectedly regripping the laughter impulse that floats by gripping the dagger pattern.

(- Hmm? Think about it)

In my earlier thoughts, "I was asked the name of a woman I didn't know" touched the harp line of my memory.

(Why did I think the name "Trenia" was a woman I didn't know when I heard it?)

Then he stares at a man who can only see his side because he has been avoided poking all over himself like a hack.

Among the members of the "Determined Army" from the very beginning, I remembered that the name of the person this machete man spoke to was indeed there.

(Then "this guy" - or "this way" and if he was crossing swords like this, it would be annoying to the people...)

Around the flashy descent of the steep valley, I was thinking about one of the country's well-known samurai and "he" - Gloriosa.

- I'm sure my arm will stand up because of the way I got off and the way I used technology.

It would be nice to spend the vacation I got in the corner painting, but wouldn't it be fun to have a light "mess"?

At that time, it was the conservative inhabitants who, with their "rambling" thoughts in their heads, stopped Weiwaten, who sent them to help him with the "crash," and waited for him to start doing a "mess".

If this person is the leader of the "Determined Army" who has been secretly pursuing him with interest for nearly the last decade, until he "reliably" uses the authority of a wise man.

Now there is nothing to be said in the table, but even in the heart a raw person who is sucking sweet honey is the last common son of the king to be said as "foolish,"

He's also the leader of the "Determined Army," which is said to be the most dynamic resistance.

"Gloriosa Sunflower."

"Gloriosa of the gods."

And if he was called, as a pean, he would also be a very "nasty Jen."

(In many ways, I've encountered a terrible person.)

From the "country" point of view, Gloriosa is a major criminal who disrupts the country.

However, it is also true that, once the politics of "absolute kingdom" has been carried out, the blade has been pointed at the person who is the son of the king, and that is quite a sin.

So lately, the idea that I can think of as "old", which has matched the sage's appearance, turns in the noticeable head of gray hair.

(Even if "this way" is one of the king's bastards and the leader of the deciding army.

If you haven't made your position public, does that mean you're no different than the thief who broke into our territory earlier?

So, do something to convince me or catch you, and ask me to rush the country's peace in a way that's not on record.

If you're really lost, maybe you're looking for someone to send you back to.

But even if the corner is shaped like this: "I'm seeing Sage Peen Vinegar," isn't there any use for each other?.

No, most importantly, even if I'm "lost," how come Gloriosa, the god of God, has come to this robow?)

I've got a pretty good idea of who I'm avoiding the dagger right now, who I am and what my name is.

But the wise man is seriously worried about how to take it out of this state when to point "such a story" at you.

By the way, if you put it in words, it gets longer, but the sage Pean Vinegar pokes the dagger, and the god Gloriosa avoids it, and the "two seconds" time hasn't passed either.

And in the meantime, that's all we had in mind for each other.

"Failed" to attack first, Lordship Pean Vinegar moves.

With this "later thing" in mind, he rolls out a poke that has become empty and pulls back his extended arm.

At the same time, jump backwards as you jump up the water splash in the gorge.

Gloriosa's arm, which changed its pattern, was also moving up to pull out the machete, as if to follow it in alignment with the flying pean behind her.

At the same time that Pean finished pulling his arm's position through the area around Gloriosa's face and his body also began to retract with the force of a leap, he grabbed the pattern of a machete on Gloriosa's backhand, his arm being largely pulled out.

(Quick!)

Though Pean has a lot of confidence in his instantaneous power and agility, Gloriosa feels that the speed with which he pulls out his sword is the earliest of any opponent ever to deal with a confronted sword.

If the buttocks part of the pulled out katana pattern had been delayed in lowering a little further backwards, the wind pressure coming from the bottom was likely to hit the jaw directly - the wind in the momentum of Gloriosa pulling out the knife could have been predicted by climbing up.

Imagining the power of a machete engraved with cracks all over a giant rock and the power of a gloriosa that shattered it, is enough to seep out the cold sweat of the pean.

(If you eat it, it could be life-threatening without joking!)

I pulled my jaw all over my strength, went up, and avoided perfectly the punching and punching of the knife pattern that might hit me. I meant to.

- Byun.

―――

I was avoiding enough, the moment I thought, a small impact on my jaw and hot pain running like a muscle of fire pointing down the street, the pean eyes open.

Before I opened my eyes, I could only think of the expression luxurious, Gloriosa's smile pinching the gripped machete between them and looking close.

When the sage moves the eyeball blindly, he confirms that the shape and direction of Gloriosa's hand holding the knife pattern has changed only slightly from when pulling it out.

(Did they read my moves to avoid)

But that's how a machete came so far as to sweep into my jaw that I was convinced that this person was still a "royal gloriosa" by seeing the way of a weapon passing in front of me at a tremendous speed and "something".

The identity of Peen Vinegar's jawburning painful object is the slightly embellished gold (scab) on the buttocks of the tattered knife pattern.

And only royalty is allowed to use the seal applied to the gold (kabu), featuring sunflowers and lions as motifs.

It was carved, and the bulging part of the fitting - the lion's hyena (freckles) part - slightly scraped and plundered the jaw of the pean.

(I didn't know you could get hurt like this at the "lion" place on the royal crest)

Think about that with your jaw shocked, land behind you, and the shallow water gorge gives you a bash and a splash of water.

Immediately move your feet to slide down the bottom of the water, raise the water splash again, and the pean fixes the setup.

Dropping his hips, he pointed the toe of his axial foot at Gloriosa, the "enemy," and moved smoothly to dance the dagger, allowing him to draw various curves on the sharp (kisagi), then grabbed it backwards and set it horizontally in front of his eyes.

And at the end of the sight looking at the horizon of the dagger, there was Gloriosa with her right foot pulled diagonally to the right, taking the machete to the right side, and her sword tip lowered back.

(From my sight standing in the front, I can't accurately ascertain the length of the temple's machete...

Besides, that's definitely a "gold stand".

of the eastern country, one of the five lines of the swordsmanship

I was once reminded of a book in a practicing guide to Japanese spelling that included illustrations as a "set-up" within the swordsmanship of the eastern country in a collection of decaying zodiac books that I was going to repair one day.

The last of the five shapes depicted in the pen, such as the ink "ink" and the unique "brush", was what Gloriosa was doing now.

(Speaking of which, most of the people of the eastern country had black eyes on their black hair.

I don't know if you are aware of it, but I wonder if the Temple of the Temple of the Temple is made into a country of the East)

To the dark hair and eyes rare in this country called Celisanceum, "the king's child" deals with exotic weapons called machetes.

Originally, although overdecorated exclusively for royalty, it should not be strange if the sunflower and the lion, which are the crests, are given to Gloriosa with a well-cut sabel with motifs on it or a sword.

(It may mean something to the Temple of the Temple to dare use exotic weapons to cause resistance)

And when I look at this structure, the wise remind me of one more thing.

The hallmark of this structure was that it was... "effective for matchmaking purposes".

(Oh boy, to be honest, swordsmanship is not good enough to be discussed.

Regardless of our traditional martial arts, you overestimate my swordsmanship skills, "Prince")

The appearance of Gloriosa, who is probably a king's child but who is already an adult, was more of a "young man" in the eastern country than a "prince".

(Even if you're an adult, you're older... well, you're older than Rock at my place)

I would add, moreover, that Gloriosa, who handles a machete, is rather gotten worse than a butler who handles a dagger just like himself, cute as a distant brother of his age, and as tall as the sage he is said to be.

However, even if he was pointing his weapon at it and making an intermission, Gloriosa was also a young man with something that could be attracted to wonders.

And from the time I came down from the valley, I also remembered that I was currently "attracted" by my progression.

(Even the bastard at the end of the king, "charisma" is probably the best.

But well, you're not older than me. No, but)

Pean, who had been admiring the awesomeness of his knife moves and the beauty of his appearance while setting up his dagger, gradually realized that Gloriosa was largely "dirty".

There are some charismas, but if you notice the dirt and observe it, you can't help but get down the valley and crush the giant rock with your heels down, wrapping the earth and dust around it all.

But the moustache that grows on his mouth, though I thought it was sprinkling, is apparently a raw beard.

(- Are you telling me you're really "lost" and have come to this robrow?.

if that's true)

Don't let go diligently, if you are frightened, you can tell the flow of water in the gorge, and you can see that Gloriosa's body is just a little but moved.

Now you can't carry a weapon into battle with a young man.

Sage masterpieces are mostly so-called "technique" or "head use" sorcery or spirituality, followed by the use of the body, which is a weapon-free body technique.

children to be traced or

"Physical surgery, etc., even though it's not a legacy"

And because it would also prevent injuries to my daughters who leak dissatisfaction, I focused more on physical surgery as an assistant to Rock than on traditional dagger moves, and this was all I taught all the children.

"When fighting.

There is no choice but to cause pain, and the "fighting" parties will not cause "major" injuries. "

This was the creed in raising a child as Lordship Robrow, Pean Vinegar.

I didn't want you to be the kind of person to sift through violence just because you "don't know the pain, don't know".

- It's just that my daughters don't use their bodies and tools to keep people busy, but there was also a backdrop that they would develop the power of "mouth shooting".

(Because using "objects" increases the chance of getting hurt at once when fighting.)

Once you think about your daughters, you treat them to the edge of your head, and refocus your consciousness on the person you're attracted to and the person you can seriously confront for the first time in a long time.

If I concentrated, my chest dawned heavily.

"Good physical skills."

♪ I won't let you get hurt ♪

I wanted to "fight" Gloriosa, throwing away the creed that

And I can ask Gloriosa how she feels.

He looks at the wise man with his tough, black eyes over his thin, dirty, bearded mouth.

Two feelings at once push us to the "battle".

To the duel that began as a sudden "two fierce men," the spirits of the flames were gathering in various appearances, even though the place was a calm waterfront gorge.

In the world of spirits, they were called to the Spirit Silf of the Wind (mainly the Spirits whom Pean had called earlier), who was also an "informer".

(Battle with Spirit audience, huh?)

But the spirits of the water, the "Lord" of this dueling place, prefer calm, hide behind the great rock shadow - the earthy spirits, frightened, and have laid low.

Give me a break when this battle is over.

Speaking gently and serenely to the spirits in the gorge, who are also proud of the land they reign in, they do not punish the "weapon" with which the most water spirits fear.

Whether Pean or Gloriosa, the weapons in his hands were both taking people's lives and sucking blood.

Because we are going through a battle that will take our lives, we can see that even if we are confronting each other with weapons, we are not going to take each other's lives.

The jaw scratches that I plucked earlier hurt lightly when I passed the side of Pean's face with a good amount of wind, stirring and floating in the heat of the Spirit of Fire, where the silf that was flying near the surface of the water gathered.

Peane mocks herself lightly in her heart for the pain damaged by the "crest of the country".

(Coincidentally, I plundered an earlier blow because the country leaned in a bad direction, but pretended not to know it on the surface)

But even if I had an opinion of the country, Pean couldn't move because with the power of the wise "one" I know there's nothing I can do.

And the words "I couldn't move" came to me, and I was just a little spooked.

No, you're right it didn't work.

- Everywhere, I was going to "hate" myself again trying to find words that were convenient for me.

And the spirits of fire shall stir him, and the spirits of the wind with heat shall stroke the jaws of the peans, which have plundered the gold of them, with the hot air.

Hot air is close to the sensation of burn pain, one way or another, felt by stroking it after it has been plundered.

(Or rewarding the fact that he had the power of a "wise man" involved in politics, but did not try to be involved, for various reasons)

Consciously apply force to the toe and pinch the sole of the shoe to check the condition of the scaffold.

Then make the waves, but without raising the water splash, let the soles of the shoes slide to the bottom of the gorge with thin moss and algae flowing shallow, softly dropping the posture.

(But isn't the "punishment" for the "sin" of a wise man who overlooks the importance of the country too light to the extent of a "plunder wound to the jaw"?. Young lady?)

Yesterday, the day before the thief broke into a territory called Robrow, one of the territories in the country was "gone," and the news was secretly delivered to the nobles who became lords of the country called Selisanceum on a special network of contacts.

Having read the letter, I could only think that the brief history of the loss of territory was to keep the people themselves faithful to the King's "Proclamation", now known as the Darkness, starting with the Lords who keep the land there.

Without looking ahead, as we took over the policies put out by the state and grew in years and months, the inhabitants, who were struggling with their lives to strangle them with seriousness, ended up rioting against their lords.

Because half the peace was too long, the lord cages the castle without knowing the art of war and asks the country for help.

The country moves quickly and sends the national army as requested to suppress the rebellious inhabitants.

And the National Army, as the mastermind of the rebellion, was also cutting off "lords and their families" when they cut off a man from a certain territory.

I can't rule the territory. I don't need a minister.

It recalled the transcription of the letter, which was written at the end of the report, that it was an autograph of the King.

It's transcribed, and even though it's just letters, the bitterness and pain like being eagled through my stomach runs, relaxing my tenacity.

Bashari, the sound of the water bouncing and the whining of the spirits reacting,

- The Spirit of Fire dawned on the strength of a man with an exotic weapon, and the wind danced in the heat of fire, and the Spirit of water was frightened, and the Spirit of earth sheltered his frightened companion -

With those sounds in his ear, Pean now steps in better with Gloriosa and launches an attack first.

I don't condone distracted opponents.

God is imminent as he conveys such emotions in a rush.

(In the middle of a fight, excuse me)

Immediately switch your feelings to battle and be carefree.

And he advances with his machete lowered in the lower right corner, watching Gloriosa move, again against the contents of a book I used to see.

(- That way of setting up, it's common law to aim and hit underneath your armpits.

It just comes ad hoc depending on how this one comes out)

I used to play a lot, so it's your hand that slips the soles of your shoes on the bottom of the water, and I let them slip again.

As Gloriosa rushes up a heavy water splash, Pean stands and waits for the attack with his lower body even lower.

Even though it's my first place, a gorge that gets its legs taken by the water, it comes up with a splash and stuffs up in time with great leg power.

(Thank you in a way for attacking the standard)

The wise man saw the movement of his stern black eyes and found that Gloriosa was about to strike at the armpit, which was the "common law spot".

And then he rushes towards me there, Gloriosa's eyes looking wide open at Pean's setup.

You look amazed at the fact that you're being attacked.

Surprisingly, Gloriosa's legs don't stop, and the razor blade that was lowering begins to rise to a horizontal position on top as it approaches.

(Poke, slash, cut up again)

One of the hallmarks of the Vinegar family's traditional martial arts is first and foremost to "soften" the body.

The only thing you can teach after you soften your body is to say "recieve" attacks that are too strong.

'Until now, have you just been avoided?.

His Royal Highness Prince Gloriosa Sunflower? '

For the first time, I called my name when the dagger sheltering my side, which was targeted, and Gloriosa's machete met.

"Oh, you've got my true sword -" Everyone who tried to take it "is dead."

Soothingly from the eyes that were brilliant and brilliant, with the reply that immediately returns in between, any light disappears to be covered in something.

The only eyes that have fallen out of radiance are sharp as the katana and the "darkness" that has fallen out of the light, directed at the pean.

- I didn't mean to "kill" him, but I've slashed and lay him down many times.

- "I wanted to try to cross swords again." I've made such a hand-worked swordsman many times, "just once".

("I didn't mean to kill you, but I took your life.")

The glow falls out of Gloriosa's black eyes, and the person considered wise discerns the meaning of the discouragement that God holds in his heart.

"Kill this man's life and lose someone he might be able to talk to again."

Once, when a cute butler like my brother treated me like a secretary and I was traveling with two people, before I learned magic and hid my talent in a "box," I had eyes that lacked the same brilliance as Gloriosa does today.

In Peen's absence due to various circumstances, Rock, a firm but still young looking boy, was attacked by thieves.

In doing so, he uses dark magic in an unavoidable manner, and the thief perishes easily to his dismay.

The glow falls out of Rock's eyes when he sees the fact that the "power" he possesses has easily taken his life.

"I didn't think he was gonna die like this."

After "I've taken my life," the secretary boy shook and told the Lord's pean so with his dark eyes.

If Rock is a genius of the Spirit of Darkness, then Gloriosa must be a "genius" dealing with this weapon called a machete.

(- He would have been such a "prince," so when he did chamberlain or something)

I can see the "feel" of Gloriosa's machete touching the blade of the dagger on which the pean rests.

He said he saw it when he died.

Pean can see the scene slowly, but also grasp it.

Or is this the effect of genius thinking "I'm going to kill you"?

What I thought and toured in the feeling of slowness was still like the person in front of me now, unexpectedly, how Rock had taken a person's life for the first time.

- I don't know if I should say salvation, but the thief Rock killed was actually a pretty bad guy.

Even if Locke didn't take his life, it was certain that, sooner or later, he would not have been executed unless he had been captured by the National Army and was noble.

Still, the light remains dark without returning to Locke's eyes, and he finds out that he is sick, so Pean reports that he has killed the thief to the National Army, knowing that he will not be tried.

Rock also cared that he had killed people for the first time in his life, but he also cared that he could be at the Pean of the Wise, but because of his "dependence," the scariest thing was to be separated from the Lord.

If you report it, Rock will gradually calm his feelings after receiving a light "no blame" from the National Army, which was still relatively decent around that time.

Among other things, the old soldier's words made Rock's feelings easiest, saying he was nearing discharge.

"If you look at the report, you've killed all the people who looked" weak "like Mr. Sage's secretary.

It also says it was a very cowardly and cruel way "

He was talking gently to Rock, pointing his eyes in wrinkles from his presbyopia.

That's why the thoughtlessness of those people cleared up their mindless thoughts by getting the last of the culprits to take revenge on the boy who looked like the one who had taken his life.

Words such as rightly "old" that are certainly old and accumulated in age, neither wise nor scholar, and only then were the words of the old soldier lighter than his husband, Pean.

"If you were to bear the" business "of killing people, you could live in the future with the desire to do good enough to make up for it while you were alive.

Even if I carry it in, if it's too heavy, I can't move forward inside, so you should carry it as long as you can. "

- Then how many "businesses" have people called "gods" in front of them?

(Looks like the Temple of the Temple also carries a medium "business".

So, who better to throw up words to this one that make it that easy)

I'm sure Gloriosa is disappointed that Pean is going to "take it and die" even though she thought he was going to "avoid an attack" - "survive."

(Perhaps those who have the power to fight, but are considered "geniuses" of that power, will experience that kind of "discouragement")

not less in the lettel "genius" that was so affixed,

"Too much power, too cleverly to take my life."

The event has been included in the person without desire or relationship.

Wanting to do something about the leaning country, he created a deciding army, a resistance, that won the "battle" and kept winning.

Each time, he inevitably took his life, and his fame grew so high that Gloriosa didn't stop at "genius," he even let the world bombard him by the alias "god."

(But that's how they took their lives. As far as the information I gathered is concerned, "the one who deals only with the sword".

His Royal Highness probably did not come to fight those who despise both magic and sword moves.

If you are familiar with both, I will teach you that there is no way to accept them)

With that in mind, when the wise man thinks "I'm not going to die any more" in his stomach, the "time" accelerates once and for all as if it had been given to him by the great power from Gloriosa.

(Was that loosely turned old memory of a guy in the east called a "horse lantern"?)

Anytime a curious person touches the tip of the knife and the blade for the dagger to defend him, and the moment the metal scatters a spark at each other, he calls out to the spirits of the "flirtatious lover".

"Silf!, Nenufa!, Sylwestre!, Sylphide!, Jilfe!, Aeriel! Using my magic to make my appearance" current "!

Push up your dagger!.

Spirit of the wind with the head of a lion, Ariel! Thou hast devoured the machete, and hast fainted!

Calling on the "Spirits of the Wind" to the best of their names, they summon them by giving them their own magic so that they may appear, and confront the power of Gloriosa's katana "business", which, harshly, has sucked unwanted blood as well.

The spirits of the wind, endowed with magic by the pean and called "names" and handed down to various "heirlooms", successively manifested themselves containing the green colour that symbolizes the wind.

It is further embodied in order to join the wise man with the summoned gray hair and red and black coat.

That was so remarkable that Gloriosa, who was not good at witchcraft at all, could not see perfectly the body wrapped around the red and black coat of the pean, and hid away, so much so that she could clearly recognize the appearance of all spirits.

The Spirit of the Wind, with the head of a lion named Ariel, who was finally called, with the sound of his fingers playing all the time, raises a roar that shook the valley and devours it by the sword of Gloriosa with the fangs of the wind.

The moment the lion of the wind eats up on his own machete, Gloriosa makes his eyes rough.

"It stinks!"

In addition to the sharpness of the temper, "temper" becomes the god himself.

I don't want to kill him, but I don't want to lose.

With the lion of the wind biting the blade of the machete, the contact broke the dagger of the pean that was in contact, and Gloriosa did not relax the force of the knockout.

(Are you prepared that the leader of the deciding army should not lose?)

Even as they ponder and face each other, the six windy spirits who hide the figure of the wise man who has become prominent respond daggers to antagonize with the machete with the force of a fierce wind.

The moment the gloriosa black eyes were in a difficult state to open out of light, the sound of being able to play the pussy and fingers again sounded in the wind.

(Come on, you just misunderstand that you have to win and take your life, let's "surprise" the prince)

Further help is sought by conveying words that tickle the "flirtatious mind" easily endorsed by the spirits of the wind.

Blowing winds surrounded Gloriosa's body if children in line, and the waters of the gorge flowing at her feet spurted and bounced, not only making waves.

If a wise man observes Gloriosa's eyes in the wind, his temper remains intact, but his temper slightly diminishes when he was snatching a glow from his black eyes.

(One more push!)

I try to wait for the glow to return to perfection in the eyes of Gloriosa facing the Spirit of the Wind that I have called out, but the power of the "breaking" sharp launched by the gods does not weaken.

"Oooh!!!"

The spirits and the lions of the wind that bite their own machetes, the gods blow the pressures and voices of white chi overflowing from the example bodies, out of their whole bodies.

"Mine, it's a win!"

The moment I tried to set the stepping and punching protrusion aside of the pean as it was, the glow returned to my fierce black eyes.

All the spirits blew up and also blew out of the machete into Gloriosa's sight was "Wewaten wrapped around the sage's red and black coat".

Weiwaten lost the balance of Gloriosa, who was flushed when he received the power of a knife punching into "As he was replaced and taught when the sound of playing his finger" by the wise man.

"- Because magic is suckalakan, let me go with this specialty"

Along with the sound of playing a finger named Pattin, a green spirit who just thought he had blown it off was in the figure of a person - becoming a pean vinegar and grabbing the collar behind Gloriosa's neck.

All the spirits of the wind, except for the peans dressed as spirits, were blown away by the unique white "pressure" of Gloriosa.

Even a wise man who intends to have a good deal of sight and knowledge can't give a good idea of Gloriosa's "white temper".

I realize that my "curiosity" is a hand in trying to divert me from the person I'm about to defeat because of it, and I laugh bitterly - concentrating on my "settlement" with Gloriosa, but also thinking about the aftermath.

(Even the spirits I gave magic and embodied that far, I didn't expect them to be "wood dust" so far...

I have to apologize to the Spirit of the Wind as well as the Spirit of the Water...)

With the spirits of the wind turning into fine dust, things such as "flirting" and "love" that are presided over by the spirits of the wind "move" with a slight headache in the fact that they are likely to become marginal from their territory.

Grab the back collar behind Gloriosa's neck with your right arm and move on to the next move in a judicious manner.

(Maybe if I miss this moment, I don't stand a chance anymore!)

It's a body that has lost its magic, and if it's distracted at all, it's no longer likely to even retain the power to stand.

Now stretch your left hand to one of the left legs of the unbalanced Gloriosa, desperately to "leverage" what seems to be the most effective of the "forces" you have.

Was it "heel" or "decaying wood"?

Though I think of two well-resembling physical names I've been taught a long time ago, Pean's left hand takes the middle of Gloriosa's heel (heel) and ankle (candle) and crumbles the center of gravity by holding it further from the outside.

In addition to that, the weight that was likely to be maximized was pressed with "gravity," Gloriosa's body lost its balance perfectly, slipping even more brilliantly at the bottom of the gorge, and the two bodies floated perfectly in space.

At a time when he was avoided a punch and was being "ambushed" by a pean to take the collar off the back of his neck, Gloriosa knew his body was out of balance and it was already difficult to get back into shape.

He was further caught and pushed around the ankle of his left leg, in a canyon stream, an unfamiliar scaffold that he was not meant to be paying attention to, in the classic "slip the foothold" state.

(Kill him!)

In front of him, a younger man with gray hair but still a face fell backwards, staring at Gloriosa as he grabbed the knife, a face that became a serious face that immediately gave rise to a bitter laugh.

It was an older priest who joined his crew a few years ago when he looked at the face of a man who had taken off his coat who had brilliantly "deceived" himself.

(Maybe this guy and Father Barrota are about the same age)

Rather than being taught by Father Barrota, Gloriosa takes her hand away from the machete she was holding in order to perform a forcibly tapped "passive" operation so as to flaunt the leader of the deciding army with a young man who fought only an unscrupulous battle of force.

"No matter how sturdy they seem, places like the heart, neck, or head can just lose their lives if they get injured.

Especially the back of the head.

I'm sure Gloriosa is confident that her body is sturdy, but God has asked her to preach about the dignity of her life.

Instead of being a priest of mine (a servant) who could be used by God to say that, the other two Anglethams and Trenias, including Gloriosa, were also auditioned and studied when they had time in the morning and evening on the ground in conditions such as Odishan, a martial arts master somewhere.

Pushed by a pean, but using a free-moving arm and recoil, he rounds his back and wakes up his neck to avoid hitting him hard in the back of the head when he falls backwards.

(Whoa?)

So Gloriosa realizes that the man trying to knock himself out is pulling his back collar deep and hard, even if he does - taking care not to hit the back of his head as hard as possible.

You mean you know my name and you're not the one who does the harm?

"If you know your name, do your best to eliminate it.

Otherwise, there could be another tragedy.

Even though it is cold, it is the end of being surprised and defeated by the person who tried to "eliminate" him by following the words of his best friend, who looked neat in the sun.

(I wonder what this guy is like)

At the same time as the moment when his back lands, Gloriosa pounds the bottom of the water with her hands, giving a heavy water splash to the bottom where the relatively shallow gorges flow.

"Land" the right foot, not held by the pean, with a strong kick in the hollow force causing the upper body to soften the impact.

Pean smiled unexpectedly at Gloriosa's brilliant "passivity".

- Your Highness has learned physical arts somewhere.

After staring at it as a peek from above, I am relieved that I can no longer see a single scale resisting Gloriosa.

The wise man slowly let go of his back collar and the left leg to hold him, and the back of Gloriosa's head was touching the shallow gorge.

Feeling the gentleness of the water in the gorge streams flowing through his head, Gloriosa slowly nodded to Pean's words, looking up at the high blue skies characteristic of this "autumn" season, including the valleys entering the edge of his sight, as he fell on his back to the shallow waters.

'You agreed with me, my older buddy told me... he put on an archery.

Because it's my job to honor my life more than anyone else, with my peers of the same age and my childhood friends.

And, Your Highness, stop it. '

When asked to do so, the figure of a grey-haired man in a backlit light came again into Gloriosa's black eyes in the sight of a high sky and a valley.

'Okay, Your Highness, let's not.

Lord Gloriosa of the gods "

Gloriosa laughs when she hears words like her nickname "god" spread by Angletham in an unknown land where she is "lost".

I don't even need a god. Save it.

Gloriosa, that's fine.

Besides, the only people who become gods are the enemies. "

I don't want to fool the "flirtatious and well-behaved self" and turn them into enemies anymore, and I don't want to fight to take the lives of such "interesting opponents" myself.

(The water flow on this land is gentle...)

Once the warm sun shines, close your eyes again and taste the gentleness of the water.

(Now... if I hadn't...)

The long dark hair on the blurry thinking head feels good as if it were too cold, and the gorge soaks up with a pleasant cold.

Gloriosa was fierce in the battle against an unknown figure, the heat of her body. The water in Robrow's gorge cooled me down.

In fact, it looks like a pean to gather around Gloriosa, where the spirits of the water in Robrow's gorge let go of the "bloody wet machete" they feared, looking at it wonderfully.

As long as we let go of the feared machete, apparently the "person" named Gloriosa can see from the serene spirits who don't like contention that the body is intrigued.

"- Is it the priest and the name Barrota who planted the body surgery?

And you have a fellow demon Angletham Padrick and a witch Trenia Bubaldia, right?

Pean is falling to Gloriosa's side, asks as he picks up Gloriosa's machete, where the water spirits are frightened and scared, overlapping with the information he gathers.

Gloriosa nodded without opening her eyes, still surrendering herself to the gentleness of the gorge, as she turned her body upside down to the shallow waters.

Then, as I recall, I raise my right hand, which is my dominant hand, and stretch my index finger even more firmly.

"Anglecomb can be a demon because he says so himself.

Don't tell me you're only a witch about Trenia.

He's a child-loving guy who's more gentle than anybody, though he's a mindful, moderate, and even the guy who fights a combination. "

Behind her closed eyelids, she requests corrections only on how to call a "witch" a familiar woman with seemingly gentle purple eyes.

I don't know what's going to happen, but for now I opened my black eyes when Gloriosa felt that "losing" to this person wasn't "a bad thing".

At the same time, Gwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Its origins were echoed softly from Gloriosa's abdomen, sleeping on its back in the gorge.

"- Hungry, hungry"

While also receiving a dagger in the red and black coat brought to him by Weiwaten, with an even more machete in his hand, Pean was unwittingly weakened by Gloriosa's words.

I've used up my magic before, but I don't mind getting wet on the spot. I put on my butt cake and make laughs that echo in the valley with Ahhhhhhhhh and this one too.

"You're hungry, but you jumped from such a high place and did something curvy stained?

I don't mind my clothes getting wet any more, but I still put the dagger that I was given to me in my arm and put my sleeve through the red and black coat.

Peen walks around in the gorge next to Zabun and Gloriosa, puts him on his knees to get away from the side of "water" only because the water spirits are scared, and asks looking at Gloriosa, who is now asleep.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry." I fell out of a place like that.

And it came to pass, and the king's last bastard rose up, and waxed in the shallow waters of the gorge, as did Pean.

From the long haired brunette who was just immersed in the gorge, he drips a bump and a shizuku.

"Hey, suddenly, I'm sorry, can I get you something to eat?

(How could you have fallen out of the valley after being drawn to the smell of the lunch I brought in?)

The ultimate rude idea comes to mind that a person who drips water into his dark hair and grows a bearded beard and is thinly dirty can also look like a "very strong person" but also a "very simple person".

When I saw the hungry Gloriosa, I thought I'd ask straight.

"That's really rude!"

Next to what the butler said, his wife also nodded in her head, and Pean managed to stop at her throat without putting it in her mouth.

'- Would you like to have it at my lunch?.

Well, "half the time" is going to do something like a child. "

I think about the "meal request" very rudely, and I feel like apologizing, so I'm going to give you half of the meal I prepared.

Pean herself is not hungry, but he has little magic, so he couldn't fit it and could not move until he rested in his mouth.

'Oh, I don't mind if I do.

Now I'm going to be happy to eat just the celery soup made by Trenia and Anglecomb '

Apparently I don't like celery, I hear Gloriosa reply and Pean plays his finger laughing again.

I used to give him a "crystal", so Weiwaten, who still listens to orders without magic, instantly brought me from where I had left my luggage.

"It's a lunch box with lots of vegetable dishes, but anything in the house is delicious."

The pean was wrapped in large plant leaves from Martha's handmade lunch box, the youngest and most recently an accessory to the Vinegar family, and a rice ball was removed.

"- Pan?. Is your cook in your mansion?.

Sorry, thanks for the meal. '

Gloriosa seemingly receives a small lunch box from the pean.

The wise man on the other hand felt that Gloriosa still had quite a good upbringing around the "mansion" rather than "house" where he lived.

"- Yeah, I wouldn't bend what I decided to do, even if I was an employer, but if I was wrong, I'd fix it immediately.

This is a lunch box made by such a clean cook.

Go ahead, Master Gloriosa. '

When I was thinking about growing up, I called it "Dear" with nature, while honoring my "cook".

In the first place, if there was also a lock, he was a wise man who wanted to boast of the servants of the Vinegar family even more.

Gloriosa looked at the lunch box handed to her by Pean and opened her eyes and mouth wide.

'Yes!. I was so hungry that when I talked about this smell, I fell out of the valley that I was careful not to fall!!'

But I felt somewhat defeated by Gloriosa's remarks that surpassed the thought of Pean, which the servant was proud of, unusual for a wise man who was good at derailment, and returned to the story.

'Unfortunately there is no celery in the lunch box, but it is a local dish from Lobrow.

Also, Your Highness may not be used to seeing, but the staple cereal is not bread made of wheat.

Rice, it's called "comedy" in the East. "

With that explanation, I noticed that the "local" water spirits were still frightened by the machete that Pean was putting on their lap.

Leaving Gloriosa's weapon, the machete, on her knees as far as possible to keep her from touching the gorge where the spirits live, instruct Weiwaten to moderate her meal for as long as she cannot move.

However, the way his "demon of use", with his stern face, silently gooed, and gave Gloriosa a meal support, the wise man wondered what his demon of use was like.

(- At these times, if Rock was here, he wouldn't have to graduate to "entertain" me.)

The job will be done, but Gloriosa opened her mouth again as she tried to begin explaining the fine lunch, looking at the crest with the sunflower and lion as motifs, where the lord, who is not comfortable communicating with the person who has these rituals, is applied to the gold (kabu) of the machete.

"Just now, Your Highness, take care of it.

Gloriosa, I just said you don't mind if I call you out.

If it's hard to call, I'll let you call it by name with an order!.

So, please explain the rice! '

But from what was called "liturgy," a man who was the son of a king who also made him think of himself as a distant begotten, refused to give a "like" sign, and then asked him to explain the dishes of the land in which he was.

When a slight leak of the smell of roe brow specialty stock and rice balls cooked with chicken and root vegetables from the lunch box, Gloriosa's belly sounds even more gooey and complains of hunger.

Pean grinned bitterly at the look of it as he lifted the machete he was putting on his knees and tonned his own shoulder at the peak.

"So long, Gloriosa.

Can I have your weapon before I finish my meal description and schedule? "

Remove the peak you were hitting with a ton from your shoulder, sound the chakiri and exotic weapon as you put up the dagger earlier, and let it out in front of its owner in a good level.

When I found out I was hungry, the royal face, which I had seen a little pity for, just saw a weapon called a machete, and my face tightened naturally.

(Maybe there's something in the weapon itself called a "machete" that tightens people's feelings and lines up with the presence of the Spirit)

In fact, from the time Pean "knocked" Gloriosa off his hands from his weapon, all around him, except the windy spirits who had blown it off earlier, were interested in him and were starting to lean over to his side.

(This may be something that works by choosing the person who deals with the weapon as well)

Now it's going to be me, a wise man, with Gloriosa's machete in my hand, but when he was in his hand, the water spirits who were so frightened away and hidden in the shadows of the rocks, a little frightened, have come quite close.

When this happens, I want to do a study on "Is there also a will for things that don't speak the language?"

"Nee, pean, anoman, o hungry itailunjanaino?.

We are two people, Wanakutemoikara, Breakfast Besacete Agetara. "

That is how the "one" of the Spirits of the Water speaks, who dwells in the valleys of Robrow from the most familiar ancient (if not the most familiar), when he tries to contemplate them lightly.

Even with a small amount of magic left by the pean, the presence of the Spirit, "her," is certain, so you can recognize her without switching "sights," and you can hear the words.

"You may be strong and fine among water spirits, but the other water spirits are still frightened."

With a bitter laugh, I ask Gloriosa once again to punish her with a machete, in forgiveness of the representative of the Spirit of Water.

"This land - the spirits of water that represent the territory and shelter and inhabit the proud gorges - are frightened by the machete, Gloriosa's weapon.

I'd love to be able to, but could you lend me the sheath that's on your hips?

'Whoa, did you?!.

Well, the spirits of the land here were scared, or you did something wrong '

Gloriosa was told by Pean. It seemed like she really noticed the matter now.

I rush to take a sheath from the string wrapped around my hips and offer it to Pean, with words of apology in my mouth that I feel sorry for.

The sheath was formatted as a patterned mesh between two parts of the long sheath with the string "Taiko" as previously seen in the book of Zao.

Although the decorations appear to be relatively plain, the item itself appears to be likely to be quite expensive if valued.

Even at the end, there is no substitute for "being one of the king's children".

'Can I keep that?

In fact, Pean, who was thinking of returning his weapon, made a slightly bewildered voice and stared at the sheath offered.

Immediately after such a voice, from Gloriosa the sheath was thrown a small distance of the book, and the wise received it in haste but cleverly.

'Well, I lost, so if you honestly don't listen to what the loser has to say, you won't be able to move on in this case, will you?

Besides, I lost without saying whether or not I was better.

If you don't keep as many weapons as you can, it's kind of fair, isn't it?

"Ha - Lack of fairness, is it"

Pean doesn't really understand the logic that lies within Gloriosa Sunflower, but honestly obeys it.

'- Now, let me take it from you'

I slowly took care of it after the meeting, I delivered the machete to the sheath.

Then he lifted up his face, and, as he thought, called Weiwaten to his side again.

I take off the protective dagger I wore on my arm again, and give it to Gloriosa's machetes.

"Hey, why would I take my weapon off until you?

Gloriosa says as she stares at the man who will now strangely remove his dagger and give it to her.

'It's a lesson in this country.

"It is always polite to take it off when eating, even in the profession of the kingdom of Celisanceum".

No disrespect can be given to those who Robrow hits His Majesty the King's son as lord, Pean Vinegar.

And apparently, I like someone named "Gloriosa".

Even if one of the molecules you disrupt your country and your country were underestimating it. '

He even talked to an ancient ginseng figure who would otherwise be in the territory and one of those involved in running the territory to his parents' generation, and then he was about to talk about Pean's need to proceed as a "lord" from now on.

But "after you talk to someone," you can't make it.

There's not enough time to take the story to the "conclusion" that Sage Peen Vinegar wants.

Frankly, "it's a waste of time to persuade the ancient dragon figures", but the true meaning of being a sage appeals to Pean as a "lord".

I can't rule the territory. I don't need a minister.

I didn't feel like this word that the father of the man in front of me would "apply" if the time passed, or what time it was in my territory.

It was a reality that would soon be faced if the witty presence of Peen Vinegar stopped him from engaging as a lord, and the brilliant butler named Rock disappeared, and Karin, who strives to soften up, disappeared.

(If you are in a "normal" state, even if you have a grudge in your family, it will be done, but if you continue in this state eventually...)

Even if the time moves slowly, we will be able to deal with things. Even if we are adults, we will probably be able to cut off the children for a while. A territory called Robrow will be the target of "cutting off" our outfits.

"Are you, uh, Peen Vinegar?

Is Pean the lord of this land?.

Is a lord such a fighter or a buwa capable of summoning spirits?.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Those of Gloriosa, who were told who one side was, were surprised by their opposite position.

Most of the time, once I was a "prince", I was stuck with an incredible look.

Now Gloriosa was staring and opening her mouth like she couldn't believe that she was a "lord" about Pean.

Sometimes it's incredible to be "noble" rather than "lord".

At an early age, until it was taken over by a "sister" living in the countryside, it met in cramped royal palace life, the nobleman, whilst secretly hiding his mouth with a fan and doing a high laugh, staring at the prince with dark hair and black eyes with cold eyes, a busy (roku) memory in his young heart - I don't remember.

And it was the first time I had ever been born to see such a "fightable" aristocrat, even though I was a nobleman and royalty among the aristocrats.

When Gloriosa, too old for the "knife" the king gave her to play, defeated the nobleman who was doing it like a meal (a mess) in the royal palace, the king "laughed" and took his last son to his daughter, Gloriosa's "sister", who lived away from the king's capital.

Thus, in the face of the "fightable nobility" this way, I felt confused, and Gloriosa was stuck in words.

(I don't think Angletham's on my side right now...)

Small and mummy, he was on the side of everything sometimes as he accidentally put it in his mouth and helped me with something, I haven't seen him since I've been lost for the last two weeks, I was remembering how my best friend burned on the day.

Angletham makes the "best" choice for Gloriosa by going into "Her Royal Highness", who is brazen but causes problems with nature (natural), being flexible (female only) with the right face to know who she is, threatening her, and taking a somewhat rough approach.

But now that I don't have a best friend I can count on, I'm in honest trouble.

The trouble looked too indefensible with a muffled voice, and Pean was laughing unexpectedly.

"Yeah, but now I'm also wondering if I should continue to be the lord of this land in this country."

That said, when I played my finger, Weiwaten returned to the place where Pean had first written the painting with a machete and a dagger, and when carefully rested, it "disappeared".

The black eyes of Gloriosa, who had a bewildered look at the word that she was lost in continuing her lord, had a fierce glow.