Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

♪ I'm lost in continuing my lord ♪

In the words resides a fierce glow in the black eyes of Gloriosa, who had a bewildered expression.

It was a strong glance, with the determination to exchange "something".

We don't have each other's hands.

Moving the weapon out of reach, and about until evening with the effect of the crystal, Gloriosa and Pean turn to each other, breaking the contract with Weiwaten, who can serve.

(Even if it's a battle without weapons... well, that's when)

The story to come is also one I've dreamed of many times.

I was hoping for "other power applications," but I wanted to try if it was possible.

Pean was about to start a story that the child would dream of, with no context or planning.

"I want you to add me to the army."

That being said, I set up a zazzling water noise on my left knee, which was horseshit in the gorge, fisted my right hand onto the loosely flowing bottom of the water, and drooped my grey-haired head over Gloriosa - I took a "thank you to my minister".

I have seen the numerous events taking place in the country so far, using the authority of the Wise Men.

Among them the resistance movement - a group of leaning "resistance movements" against a country called Selisanseum - was likely to succeed, as the "determinants" led by Gloriosa seemed most likely to be the wise ones.

(But even if I spend a little too much time)

Pean also grasped that there was a young wise man named "Angletham Padrick" in the founding army led by Gloriosa.

There were many things that seemed to Pean, a wise man, who "looked" at his previous efforts and his military strategy and said that Anglecomb's approach was a good one.

(But in Anglecomb's measures,

"Gloriosa Sunflower."

"Angletham Padrick."

"Father Barrota."

"Trenia Bubaldia."

I can't live with their talents)

A man named Angletham says Gloriosa calls herself "the devil" for what she says, but Pean thought it was "the other way around".

The wise man had concluded that "kindness", which was the opposite reason, was the cause of the inability to harness the talents of each of the Resistance and Determination Armies.

And Angletham's talent is:

It's not for "plotting for war."

It should be played out when the country settles down again

"A talent for home affairs," Peane felt.

(Admittedly, I'm doing well for my "Home Affairs" talent.

Again, people see it as more lubricative when they see it as a "pawn" in battle, so there is an interruption in the flow of things that you should keep happening, and "wasted time" is being used)

Some of that "wasted time" must be the time of young people who are moving "to make the country better" for free.

A young man who should have sung his youth is deprived of his precious "time" in the course of time.

As for Pean, who had a wonderful time in his youth going through "free time," as soon as he grew up, the times tended to make young people imitate the "distortion" of the times they would have had when they enjoyed themselves, something that bothered Pean Vinegar, who cared so much about being responsible for.

I was always ashamed of myself somewhere, even though I noticed the "one scale" of distortion born in my time, but couldn't move out with the excuse that "I can't do anything by myself".

"Pean, I'm the" Gloriosa of the gods, "the" Gloriosa Sunflower, "the son of the fool, and you know all about it, don't you?

And you know and say that the present king... is my father, who is acting as the deciding army of the Resistance, trying to seize the real power of his country, right?

As Gloriosa thought diligently, she felt that Pean had "educated" his best friend, Anglecomb, to the man who would be their leader.

Gloriosa, who would certainly not be retarded for being bold and charismatic enough, but she wears an atmosphere that doesn't seem too bright for what she describes as study.

To Gloriosa, who doesn't seem to be comfortable studying it, the way Angletham, who doesn't even know his face, teaches carefully what words mean and how to use them, floated naturally, and Pean had a smile on his face without thinking of it with his head hanging.

After he managed to pull a smile, he lifted his dripping head and nodded quietly, opening his mouth.

'Yes, I am deliberately aware of that.

On top of that, it's my will.

If you'll excuse me, please admit Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar to the army. "

- I can't decide on my own, because it's important.

I lowered my head slowly with my head dripping again to the answer I had expected.

And looking at that dripping gray-haired head, Gloriosa opens her mouth clearly and wide.

"But I do like Pean Vinegar.

So, if you can, I want Peane to help us with what we're trying to do. "

No matter how annoying Pean's daughters were, Gloriosa took it slowly before the "pressure" to shut her up.

And he rattled his belly flashy again.

'You know, why don't you just make it dinner?

Me, seriously, I'm always about five times as hungry... '

With the utmost seriousness, the young man who tried to usurp the real power of this country appealed to the wise man.

Then Pean tells Gloriosa to "make it easier," untie the outfit he used to thank his minister for, and be in the gorge at all times. So he decides not to dare get out of the gorge.

Pean, with little magic, borrowed his shoulders from Gloriosa and lowered his back to Kawahara, which he was able to shatter a giant rock by falling down his heel.

So gradually, the two of us were able to have lunch, which is also local cuisine, made for us by Lord Robrow's prized deputy Martha.

To Gloriosa, who had let go of his weapon, he had come so close to "even so", headed by the water spirits in the gorge, a specialty of Robrow, excluding the spirits of the wind that he had blown away, but the person was obsessed with a mattomo meal, which he ate for a long time without realizing.

It is far from full because we divided one person into two, but with the grain in his stomach, Gloriosa feels calm.

Then, if Karin and Rock had picked the tea treats that would have been made for us, told the wise man about their previous history and activities, and drank tea from each other in a bamboo barrel as Pean asked back again, I could tell by the inclination of the day that a good amount of time had passed if I had noticed.

Pean felt like he hadn't had the feeling of "in a moment" in a long time.

"It's better to eat while I'm at it, I get my head in regards to things like study.

However, Angletham said something that had never been said to her sister, who had taken care of her because she was behaving badly.

For once, I have a great name that I can resist for the people, but what I will eventually do will not be the same as taking away, so please improve from day to day so that you can acknowledge it after taking away at all. "

Crude Pean laughs at Gloriosa, who talks seriously about her best friend's "educating leaders" after she finishes talking about her previous "determined army" activities.

It was also fresh and fun for Pean to laugh at the fact that it seemed naturally "silly" from the bottom of his belly.

(Gloriosa is the type of person who's never been around me before)

Unexpectedly, I remembered that Pean Vinegar was the greatest man in Robrow.

As a "heir to the lord" of childhood, I was not so cherished as a "boxed son of a nanny sun umbrella (of an old beard)," but I have never been rude to anyone.

I was free to do the rough stuff, and I liked reading and doing research on my own, and it was easy, so I never thought that being alone was "lonely".

With the permission of his parents and residents, he was tall from the beginning even when he went on a solo journey, and the way he seemed to float and have no grasp as to whether it should be called a birthing atmosphere, and he could feel his core resting somewhere, kept away those who approached him in an attempt to "harm" him.

Normally, the people I met on the trip were also looking at the traveler, lightly drawing lines to statements that seemed to read people's minds, overly clear of the words and destinations Pean uttered.

That's what they said about "rare people" and "people who are different from themselves".

Occasionally a "blunt" or thief arrived during the journey, but it was like trying the body technique I had learned from the academic book and Pean would snatch and capture it.

And if we turned the thief over to the state bureau, he was still stuck in something special or something.

Whether it's Rock or Karin, who has become a family apart from it, or an irreplaceable and important being, or if you ever flaunt an overjoked pean, they always treat you with the "pean vinegar" person's face.

Martha, who made me lunch that she had divided with Gloriosa, didn't seem to be trapped in her identity, and she was a clean person who could definitely distinguish the position of "employer, lord" from "hired cook".

(Now that I realize it, I don't know how this happened, but "Peen Vinegar" was lonely...)

"Pean, I'll get my last treat!. Your wife and butler are good."

- Until I met this person.

You understand,

You admit it,

Even if someone gave me an opinion,

Talk to yourself "parity" - your hand stops picking pean tea treats when you realize you weren't there until you met Gloriosa, such as someone to fight for you.

"Sometimes they say something very luxurious."

I know myself, but I was also certain that I realized that I was unhappy with the loneliness.

'Oh, yeah. I should have left this with you, too, if I had deposited the machete.

If a machete is a weapon, this is a fine weapon, too.

Wait - mistimed like Julian, it's hard to shoot in a row, so I couldn't, so it wouldn't be a weapon treatment?.

Hey, what do you think of Peen?

While eating the last baked confectionery burly, without worrying that the peans would just shut up a little, Gloriosa took the "slingshot" out of her nostalgia, the first weapon to strike.

The slingshots I took out of my nostrils. I thought, "Will it be a weapon?" as I twisted my neck again. Ultimately, it was important, but I threw it toward the pean in order to entrust my judgment.

Thoughtful, Pean took the thrown slingshot by surprise but without jeopardizing it.

"Julian?"

Pean, on the other hand, was also thinking, but suddenly he was sent out the name of someone he'd never heard of before than a thrown slingshot and reacted to you.

Comparing the weapon that flew in hand with Gloriosa, he put the name of the person in his mouth in return and asked.

Among the information Peen has, the first time he heard of "Julian", other than the four typical members of the founding army led by Gloriosa, he will twist his neck.

(I don't remember it in the deciding army. But I do feel like I remember hearing that name in something more -)

It was certain that Gloriosa's deciding army should be another "something".

In this way the country leaned and unsettled and unstable alleyways (kokan), it was also a name I felt I had heard combined with work like I had heard.

Sage quickly selects the "tag" of his memory in his head, but in the middle "Julian" he can't pull through his memory.

Even Gloriosa and the man who was the lord of this land, Pean, who seemed to know something about it, began to explain that she had not grasped the name and existence of her best friend, Julian Zaheto, who had done something else just in time.

"I wonder if the determinants will be in the form they are now, at times it will be decades ago.

- Just fell out of it like Father Barrota, just like Angletham and Trenia, my best friend, and I'm familiar with Julian.

It's Julian Zahetto. "

"- Julian Zaheto"

In my memory, something responds but I'm not sure yet.

The leader of the Final Army continues to describe himself nostalgically, staring at the weapon that Pean is trying so hard to remember, that his childhood familiarity is important, but that he has spared no effort to give up "for Gloriosa".

"Julian seems to be more of a head spinner than Angletham is capable of studying," and he's a clever guy at everything.

Especially among the four young people who are familiar with weapons that require "tricks," I still think that the slingshot is the best in the world. "

With all those compliments, I heard "the best in the world" and found that Gloriosa was proud of someone named Julian as a friend.

I'll just be a little flirtatious and try to say mean words.

"Gloriosa was jealous of Julian's cleverness - don't feel like it."

(Well, how did it react?)

Gloriosa shook her head lightly vertically, as Pean said, stroking the slingshot she was being entrusted with.

'Cause I'm basically a mess and I'm clumsy.

Compared to that, the motor nerves were really good at handling long-range weapons, which were difficult to handle, using that slingshot as a first-to-aim weapon. "

That said, Gloriosa pointed to the "slingshot" in her hand without even realizing that she had been asked the mean question Pean had asked.

It's pointless to tell Gloriosa to incite sarcasm and pride.

In a way, "pointless" is a great way to react.

(Even if it moves with emotion, I'm sorry Mahira is attached to it for personal pleasure)

And if you look at the slingshot, it is simple to build, but Pean can see that it was carefully made from 1 to the hands of people, and that it is still being cared for.

As Pean looked at the "slingshot made by his best friend" in an interesting way, Gloriosa went on to explain it even more as she missed it.

"When I was a kid, Julian used it when I was hungry, to tailor the river fish, to strike down the fruit on the high branches growing in the mountains, and to pick me" food. "

Really, it was very clever. But... '

Gloriosa put her arms together and grabbed her bearded jaw, looking for words to describe her "best friend Julian".

The words that come up thinking about it, for a person named Gloriosa, will be accompanied by a much poorer sound of toothache.

'I wonder what to say.

Julian is really clever, he's clever, but only "magic" means he couldn't really do anything.

The procedure for invoking the Spirit, the concentration of consciousness, was perfect even from me when I saw the magic.

Then the magic and spirits don't work with Julian on purpose anymore. "

The wise man ascertains the facts to be deduced from such a word of explanation by making it a remarkable word.

"Can I assume that Gloriosa's best friend, Julian Zaheto, was" not gifted at all with regard to magic "?

When Pean just described it that way with regard to a person named Julian, Gloriosa hesitated but eventually felt tannic, letting go of her hand from her bearded jaw and nodding slowly.

Then I laugh bitterly.

"Pean, you don't condone that either.

Angletham says clearly, "Julian has no magical talent."

Julian also said, "I'm blessed with all kinds of talent and character, so I guess I left my magical talent with God to make it equal," even though he said it like he wasn't smiling and caring. "

"Well, Julian, I can't deny how disturbed you are, but if you don't care, that would be a good thing, I think."

There are times when people work for better or worse when they "give up badly".

What Pean hears and feels about Gloriosa is that a person named Julian gives up when it comes to his lack of magical talent - acknowledging his lack of talent and saying he accepts it.

I think that Gloriosa understands the kindness of Angletham around not expressing "clearly not talented" with the word "terrible".

Neither Julian's best friend would be humbled without talent, and when he sees a good crack, even Pean thinks he's smart about living.

Too much stubbornness in things that are not talented is often a waste of time and feelings.

But Gloriosa, my best friend, didn't seem to be.

"I know better than I do how magic works and the reason for spirituality.

But when Julian tries to do it, he doesn't react to magic or spirits.

But if Julian had taught me the trick and worked on the magic, no beginner could have done the first step. "

"Right."

(I guess Gloriosa regrets it)

"He's a sweet guy, too, and Angletham and Trenia think the words are too disturbing, but that's just deluding the tenderness.

I think the more gentle he is, the more talented he should be to handle dangerous magic.

By the time the kid got into a fight, even if the magic wasn't working and they made fun of him, there was no one to fight against the "waterpile egg" and the "extra tomato bomb" in the slingshot.

Having been listened to such childhood stories, and laughing unexpectedly, Pean wanted Gloriosa to "take" the real power of this country quickly.

First of all, it's about the people you care about.

If this vessel of a man named Gloriosa, he will surely have such feelings for the people of the country.

Even if they say I'm a ghost and a fool, I can laugh out loud, but it's hard to bear that someone I care about is hurt.

So we're moving as a deciding army.

(The fact that Gloriosa thinks she regrets it may mean that Julian has given up on magic, but at the bottom of his heart, he feels quietly that he thinks he can't use magic.)

And because Gloriosa understands Julian's remorse, Peane concluded that it might have been a salvation that she was itching as if she were replacing herself.

If you notice, the surrounding area is stained with evening cedar, and the wind cooled by the gorge is enough to cool off the semi-dried clothes and body.

If I could, I'd listen carefully to stories that I didn't have any ties to as a child of my own, but apparently I don't have enough time today.

"So can you tell me how that gentle person named Julian Zaheto became replaced with Father Barrota?

- Knock, knock, knock.

- Lynn, Lynn, Lynn.

Chill each other's bodies, and don't catch a cold.

When I thought about it and rushed to talk to Gloriosa, it sounded familiar to Pean's ear, but a "rare" sound came into his ear.

It's the rhythm of the horse's hoof and the sound of the bell swinging along with it, coming in two pairs.

However, as for the rare sound, I did remember hearing it the other day when the thief broke into Robrow, so I could even recall the "sound" role immediately.

"This is... the sound of a bell worn on a fast horse for emergency transmission..."

"... well, sir! Which way, which way do you want it?!.

It's not important, but I need to let you know as soon as possible!.

If you heard voices, please reply!

Soon after Pean's surprised voice was the voice of the deacon's rock, whose voice is not uncommon but which absolutely holds the trust of the winner of the Vinegar family.

(It's not important, but what's the point of picking me up as soon as possible?

Anyway, I guess you're going to put me on one of them coming with two "early horses")

Rock's voice calling out to her husband didn't have magic back because she found herself in a rush emotion, but she held it back enough to walk even with her tired body.

Pean, who meant to do so, held the slingshot in one hand and tried to stand up with his hand on his knee.

(What?!)

My torso rose brilliantly, but I couldn't help myself if I was more tired than I thought.

When I got up, I thought I had gained strength in my thigh, but my body leaned to the side from around my knee to the point where it was near my knee that my body lifted.

"Deposited" slingshots slip off my hand the moment I lean.

"- Come on!"

I trusted you around the corner!

'Are you okay?!

I took a slingshot of the pean that got a little loose enough to speak to me, and the gloriosa was quick and good, and Gassili supported me.

"Sir," you mean Peen?

And you feel like you're in a hurry. '

Whether conscious or unconscious, Gloriosa speaks before thanking Pean for being supported.

And Gloriosa also seemed to feel the "mild rush" contained in her voice by the butler calling on Pean.

'Yes, I'm the husband, and what I'm calling for now is Rock, who's also the youngest and deacon.

By the way, you're Rock, the butler who's proud of the Vinegars for tidying up and cleaning up, so don't pull it out or anything, Your Highness?

Without daring to thank me, I will give you the details of the Lord of the Voices that Gloriosa will want to know - "Sir" and Peen calling.

"Your Highness said not to.

Well, it's certainly fascinating that you're a good cleaner.

If I said I wanted to add two more people at once, what would everyone say? '

"Become!?

The wise man is stunned when he receives the words he said with the intention of teasing, again with an interpretation that exceeds his expectations.

Are you saying you're no match for the King?

Though it was the first time we were stunned, if Gloriosa showed her sturdy teeth and laughed nicely, Pean also laughed and laughed out loud at each other.

While I think it's a little bad for Rock, who's coming looking for himself on the early horse, this way the conversation like "idiot" was also fresh and fun for Pean.

"My husband!!

(- But it shouldn't just be stupid and fun)

I feel Rock's voice seep into "worry about the pean," too, and I step on it.

"Let them discover it early.

Hey, Rock! Over here, over here!!

I asked Gloriosa to support me from my shoulder and my voice managed to shout so I shouted.

I had Rock and Karin re-tailor me, shaking my manageable moving arm through the sleeve of a red and black coat with a boom.

"Hihi-n" and the horse heard hissing (nasty), and the sound of the hooves stopped relatively immediately on the side.

"... sir?, excuse me, where are you!

Apparently, we hear voices, but we're in a situation where we can't see each other.

'Oh well. You weren't expecting me to be down by the gorge because I was planning on painting the gorge with my breath out today.

I wonder if this would be quicker to go up here '

Pean thinks as he lowers the arm he was raising and puts his hand on his chin, loud enough to only sound like the Gloriosa he is supporting.

'Sir, could you possibly come downstairs?!

However, as soon as the butler, who had been with him for quite a long time, had spoken of a place where "sir" seemed to be.

'Oh, you're just bragging and Pean's butler is excellent!.

Looks like you just heard us once and figured out we're in the gorge. "

Even though Gloriosa says it as touched, she is recognized as a proud butler and her husband, Pean, accidentally niggles.

'Wouldn't you?. Well, I appreciate the horse came, but how do I let you know I'm here...

You don't think I'm like this, so if I don't react fast, will I stir up Rock's worries? '

Spending more time together than Karin, who has been my daughter-in-law for over a decade now, Peane thought the weekpoint for Rock, "Dependence," felt almost equal.

(You might be right to still say "nothing"...)

"Call me, you should pick me up soon, maybe."

Even with a body like this, Pean thinks showing up is the best way to reassure Rock.

It's just hateful that the place where Locke is now is between the valley and the valley, on a path that his ancestors worked so hard to "scrape" into a land called Robrow.

Gloriosa and the supported pean were in a place where there were many rocks in the gorge and the distance was close, but it was hard to tell what they were.

And in fact, the huge rock that Gloriosa had crushed with "heel drop" even had some noticeable colors and shapes, so it was also possible to clearly communicate the location to the lock by saying so, but I can't do that anymore.

Should I tell Pean's butler, Mr. Locke, where he is?

With that said, Gloriosa begins to look for something with Gossogosso from the bag he has on the back of his hips, with the hands of those who do not support the pean.

Julian made me a gun, Sage.

He made me some funny wolf smoke with extra gunpowder.

Angletham remembers how to make it, and I have it, so I'll use it to teach you a place, Rock. '

("Sage" for "gun"!?)

I shouldn't be able to help myself, but I lifted my gray-haired head and stared at Gloriosa.

Gloriosa, on the other hand, had quietly borrowed it from Anglecomb before, looking in the bag that she should have put in "wolf smoke" and still wandering around the bag behind her waist with Gasagoso.

'... whoa!? There it is, there it is.

I think the wolf smoke will be fine because Anglecomb was hanging on the demon paper that protected the fire from dampness...

Hmm? Pean, what's wrong?

Gloriosa's hand, which searched around the bag scattered, held an elongated object wrapped around a piece of paper stamped with magic letters.

But Gloriosa normally asked me why I was watching a pean that was worn out enough to get up and out of balance, realizing that it was not the wolf smoke that I was gradually looking for.

'... oh, "what's wrong," but for now, lock me in on the location contact.

When I got back to my mansion, I could talk to Gloriosa in more detail.

Including Julian. "

I couldn't say anything about the "wise man" either.

There was something to feel on the pean with a slightly sharper eye, but she said, "The story is in the mansion," so Gloriosa follows it.

'Ooh, okay. For now, Deacon Rock needs to tell you where he is. "

That being said, on the road in the middle of the valley, while trying to connect the early horses to the fence along the road and descend towards the gorge, "Sir!!" is also being called upon to include respect and worry in his voice.

- If you're the youngest and you're a deacon, maybe you're a youth -

to Gloriosa when I heard the voice, and I hurried because I was in a boil of desire to reassure her.

Gloriosa cleverly peels the wrapped wrapper from the bag behind her waist and from the elongated material that creases onto the removed paper, using the "mouth" to unnecessarily peel the wrapper.

As soon as Gloriosa looked thin and dirty, Pean naturally thought he was a wild child.

But the reason Gloriosa was supposed to do it with her mouth is because it supports her weak self, and Pean is saying thank you again, including saying thank you earlier.

"I'm sorry, I just got this far"

When I heard the words, Gloriosa laughed nicely, finishing off the paper she was wrapping with her mouth.

"Nah, if you're gonna say that, I'm gonna say," Thank you for living under my serious attack. "

In the meantime, only two pairs of Angletham and Julian survived a serious battle with me.

To the words, Pean solidifies again and stares at Gloriosa, but now he realizes that he is staring, but proceeds with the conversation.

"After that, Father Barrota and I had a few things to do and we haven't been able to fight, but I'm sure he's strong.

Me, I love strong guys.

Strong judgment criteria, but I was laughed at by Anglecomb. "

'- Sure, Mr. Trenia, that Trenia Bubaldia is a woman... and... beat Gloriosa one-on-one?

I was distracted, but I couldn't help but wonder who "beat" Gloriosa without riding on it.

Although there are words to make up for discrimination, distinction, equality and fairness, and to "reciprocate" what makes the difference, it is incredible to Russia that there is a woman who "beats" a man as harsh as this god.

I fought Gloriosa one-on-one myself, but the winning factor until I pushed him down is almost tough on deception.

And when I mobilized all the magic in my body, I managed to contain princes like gods.

Maybe that's why Trenia Bubaldia is a witch.

While noticing Pean's doubts and surprises, Gloriosa laughed with her mouth closed this time.

'Cause I'm gonna tell you a lot about Pean's mansion.

I'm sorry I don't have magic for now, but can you help me call the Spirit of Fire a little?.

Because I don't like magic.

Rock, the guy I'm gonna use to tell you where he is, he just needs a little fire. '

That said, among the elongated objects that were removed from the bag and stripped of paper with an empty hand grasp, the long rod-shaped objects were loosely tied and bundled into a few pieces.

'Oh, if that's how big it is, if you got help from those guys who are attracted to the strength of Gloriosa, right away.

But for wolf smoke, you're in an unusual shape?.

Salamander, set fire to a bunch of sticks.

Play your fingers with patchouli and call the Spirit of Fire.

On the tip of an object like a stick that was a bundle that Gloriosa was grasping, the lizard of fire wrapped around a long torso.

"I want... a bunch..."?. Peen, wait!!

The smell of gunpowder slowly spreads as the Spirit of Fire dazzles his lovely tongue with tyrosis and stares at the two strong people as they wrap themselves around a bunch of bars.

'? What the heck, Gloriosa, panic yeah yeah yeah!!???

Peen's "YES!!??? ♪ The end of the phrase and Bhun! ♪ and a glimmer from the" rod-shaped "bundle that Gloriosa was gripping along with the sound of tearing the space flies away at tremendous speed between the valleys.

A flash ascends in the dark, pulling the scarlet line straight up.

The sound of cutting the bun and sky also noticed the butler looking for his husband.

My eyes chase after a flash of fire rising from the river plains to the sky as I accidentally stop looking for my husband.

Fire flowers blossomed in the valley of Robrow, where the sunset of bread was imminent, when the stares of the three gaze were aligned.

Gloriosa, Pean was looking up at the spark that bloomed in the sky and widening his mouth wide.

A good butler mostly involves his lord at the root of events that do not know the details but are probably close to "mischief".

Judging so, I turn my gaze to where the flash of fire came up.

Then I remember someone holding a stick with a flame like a pine light in the evening, where there was supposed to be a giant rock.

(- Better supported, sir?!)

When the deacon, who is also a pathologically loyal minister, named Dependence, rushes out of the hand of the person holding what seemed to be the "Matsukira", one after the other, like earlier, a flash of scarlet rises to the sky of darkness with a sound of Byungbyung.

"- My husband!!

I don't mind the horse being frightened by the bursting sound of "Flower of Fire," Rock rushed out to the river plain where there would be a wise man, Pean Vinegar.

Still crawling around with salamanders tying out their tongues in the bar-shaped objects at Gloriosa's disposal.

'Oh, you've ignited all this...

What shall I say to Angletham... '

Even as he said that, from Gloriosa's hand, one "wolf smoke" seemed to go up into the sky, drawing a flash of scarlet, one after the other.

"This is more" fireworks "than wolf smoke, Gloriosa..."

Above, Purmpern and another werewolf smoke - fireworks could be played.

"Well, Konnokake flashly wolf smoke... not fireworks?.

If the fireworks are up in our house, Rock, you'll notice too. Ever!?

Now a few pieces are wrapped up, making a noise with the Byung-boom, and perpendicular wolf smoke - from the pean, anything that becomes "fireworks" rises to the sky in the valley and can be bounced.

And the flowers of fire that could be bounced into the sky, I don't know if the intent of the created anglecum was on them, but they were blooming a beautiful "flower" that was small but quite.

And when I heard the word "fireworks," Gloriosa remembered that there was.

(- Maybe Angletham was going to give Balsam the "fireworks"?)

Balsam, Gloriosa's niece, who gradually became a double-digit year and became even more "Omasse", is well known among his companions to be in love with Angletham.

It was a few months before she said, "Looks like fireworks," but when she returned to her sister on business, Trenia told me that she was moping and serving tea to Angletham.

"But I was too mozy to say," With Mr. Anglecomb. "" Bal, I couldn't tell you, so I think the farmer got it wrong. "

"Witches who can pick up and read people's feelings" taught Gloriosa with a bitter laugh that Angletham had added a new "gunpowder" book to his hobby reading book.

(Good thing I ruined it here, then?)

Aside from Anglecomb, she is the niece of a busy, high-flying girl, but as an uncle, I hope that she will not be "happy" without being accompanied or anything specific.

Gloriosa has a dull enough consciousness for a "maiden heart," but Angletham also looks neat and knows as her best friend that she is no less dull than she is for being approached by a woman.

I ruined the fireworks, so if you've calmed the country down, you can watch it with Balsam at the festival.

Seeing "Fire Flowers" in his black eyes staring at the fireworks, Gloriosa was also stiffening her feelings for peace.

Seeing the gentle and powerful side of that Gloriosa, Pean also sincerely wanted to help this man.

It seemed to the Lords that if Gloriosa were a calm country, he might have the courage to have the time and feelings to face his family without giving reasons or excuses for the country's instability.

"Sir!!, sir, you're here!

Zach, Zach, Zach. The voice of the rock calling to the Lord (Tsukuba) before the footsteps enters the ears of two people looking up at the fireworks.

"Oh, rock. Sorry, this way!.

I'm sorry, but I want you to come here.

I'm not hurt or anything, but I can't move anymore. '

I told the butler that again, laughing bitterly, thinking about the country and my family and thinking that some of them didn't react well.

"Ok!, I'll be right there, sir, please wait there"

Even while I replied yes, I heard the sound of kicking rocks and ground in the river plains of the gorge, and the two of them found out that the lock was waiting to approach quickly.

Gloriosa stares in the dark with her black eyes narrowed and her ears clear in the footsteps of the person rushing this way.

Perfectly grasping the position of the river plains in this gorge with the futile movements that only people can see in the silhouette of the sunset or move to jump off the rocks, a talented man who came out unplugged when it came to "Wu" found out.

"Heh, Rock, looks like you're gonna do it inside too... duh!

The young and brilliant butler came to the right side of "sir" when the remaining Angletham handmade "fireworks" rose again with the Byun.

"- My husband."

Immediately he tried to rush to the Lord (or the Lord), the only one, but the leg of Rock stops just a few years after he welcomes an adult in a butler's clothing.

With the intimidation of a dark-haired man who was distant and could feel things even if he was away, and the feeling of black boiling rapidly in his heart, Lord Robrow's bragging butler could no longer move.

'Oh, are you surprised by this guy?.

It's almost over, it's all right, "Mr. Rock" whoops!?

Gloriosa laughed at the lock, and when she called, there was only one fireworks left to rise to the sky.

(I don't remember being familiarly called names, you don't)

Such rebellious feelings and a very big "anxiety" were on Pean Vinegar's side as a matter of course, springing towards the man who supported him.

- Very handicapped.

But Rock also knew that he couldn't beat this man.

Rock remembered with certainty that he was being taught by "Sage Pean Vinegar," an employer and a master in martial arts and sorcery.

At the end of his journey for public viewing and hearing, Pean returns to Robrow with Rock to work as a butler, but regularly imposes "training opponents" as one of his tasks.

During the "two-person journey," physical arts, including simple studies, were taught quite neatly from the basics, so that by the time I was back in Robrow, the two of us had been able to have an easy pair of hands in action, rocked as well.

Because I taught him the corner, I also incorporated "the opponent in action" into my job as a deacon so that my body movement would not be dull.

"If you incorporate it into your work, you'll still be a little out of work, and the residents who are annoyed by the" leftovers "will be deluded."

And, laughing, the wise man told the butler.

At one point, dressed in pean's lowered martial arts clothes and stretching for a cooldown after practicing physical surgery, Rock was told by the Lord, as he had come to think of it.

Yeah, maybe a little early, but I think I'll tell Rock this story.

Yes, what is it, sir?

Back to back, his arms tangled and the tall pean put the spare and still small butler on his back, and while his spine is stretched, Locke replies disciplinarily.

"Yeah. If Rock's anxiety outweighs his anger when confronted by someone he feels very angry with, don't fight his presence.

No matter how much you don't like them. "

Rock, an honest and submissive butler, responds with a willingness to follow carefully the voice he hears from under his head.

"Yes, sir, I understand.

But can I ask you one question? "

"Yeah, fine. What's the question?... Yikes!"

"Wow!"

Keeping the lock on his back, he further rounded the back he was rounding and at the same time extended the leg, which was slightly bent, with the pean gaining momentum with the gnaw.

The little butler boy accidentally makes a reverse ascent on the back of the Lord, turning himself a turn with recoil on his body, landing brilliantly stomped off his feet.

Then untie the arms that were entangled, and the smiling lord Robrow and the butler on the face face face to face.

"haha, i wanted to try this once, this"

Before complaining, because the Lord has such a good smile, the butler can no longer be angry at being angry and takes a small sigh of sigh at the feeling that he has no choice but to change the complaint to a "novel" level.

"Please stop flirting suddenly, I'm surprised by the boulders"

"Sorry, sorry, that was awful. But flirting means something to surprise you..."

"Sir!"

In the end, I complained.

So, what's the question?

From the mouthfeel, I put my arms together as if I had been waiting for a question from Rock, with Pean as Nico.

While sneering, Rock gradually begins to ask questions, feeling that the atmosphere of the pean has become extremely serious.

"Yes. The question is, why shouldn't you fight someone who makes you feel 'anxious'?.

Well... isn't it obviously dangerous to avoid a fight or something? "

A deacon, a disciple, and a wise man raised his mouth even more satisfactorily to the question of a person who also thinks like his brother, before opening it.

"That's because people with really good" kill power "don't put that on the table.

If, like Rock said earlier, you find out it's dangerous, it's no match, because it can get away with it. "

Then Pean smiles, who only sees serenity, and comes in front of the butler in the front.

It took a clever, long finger of pean on the neck muscle of the boy, who was still softly idle.

- Rock has no fear or danger against a pean who puts his finger around his neck and smiles gently.

If you look at it from the edge, you're trusting this sage, Pean Vinegar, to the point of morbid dependence.

But a great anxiety wrapped the lock.

What's in front of you is a gentle smiling "sir".

A very big "anxiety" outweighs any feelings such as pean admiration and respect.

"If I held on to this hand, I'm sure Rock's neck would be bracketed."

Sage still smiles calmly, saying that.

Master Ga, Watashi, Kill Suhazha, Nye.

A commonly used martial arts outfit sucks the sweat flowing down Rock's back.

"Yes, I won't kill Locke, but I can't."

Press the thin butler boy's neck only slightly with his fingers, then - release.

And close to the lips of the wise man in his ear, a heavy voice comes in to stain him.

♪ Rock, don't forget what it feels like ♪

Again, all I can do is snort honestly, butler.

He releases the face he leans against his ear, and now the Lord, who looks seriously at his face, enters his eyes.

"If you confront the person you care about and do Consciousness that you may be going to fight, you should never fight if you are wrapped up in the uneasy feeling that you have just given.

Someone who can "kill" people well doesn't kill people.

So I can't feel the most discerning sense of danger of "killing," I can't escape, I lose my life.

But then life is easily pruned, so instinct tells it.

[Are you okay?] He informs me with "anxiety".

People often divide "life and death" by being aware of it or not "

Yes, I understand, sir...

Hear the third honest reply, and the Lord gently slaps the pompous and deacon boy's soft hair head.

"I don't want you to be in the lock before me.

Seniority, well, my dear.

Because I'm sure you'll miss a world without rocks "

- Sir, that's the same for me.

I hear a bun and the last fireworks going up in the air, and the lock is sane.

With the sound of bread, the last little adorable flower bloomed in the valley sunset.

"Oh, now, you're all out of fireworks"

With that said, the person who now supports his Lord was still brewing now so that he could rock a sense of "anxiety".

"- Rock? What's wrong?

Seeing a deacon who had become stationary, Pean and Gloriosa looked at each other as if they were old friends from time immemorial, before Pean, the Lord, spoke.

- With enormous anxiety, black emotions wrap around the chest in the lock.

Managing to contain feelings, the butler opens his mouth.

'No. Um, I don't know who you are, but if you support me, you're helping my husband, right?

That suppresses the feeling of anger and anxiety that boils up while you are saying the words and helplessly.

If the calm self who is managing to stay sees the Lord and the man in front of me, it obviously only looks like the form that Pean is getting help from.

"Yeah, well, there's a lot going on, and now you're getting help?

I can't even say I played "one game," and Pean laughs bitterly.

"Right, now."

That being said, Gloriosa laughed and scratched her black-haired head with an empty hand due to the loss of fireworks.

(If I told you my life was at stake, you'd be very worried...)

- Gilli.

The sound I'm not used to hearing comes into Pean's ear, which I was thinking about with ease.

(- Is this the sound of a toothpick?)

I get the feeling first that there are people, including myself, who teeth in this situation in this place.

(Beep!?)

The "Spirit of Darkness" had begun to gather in the shadow of the Rock, even though he should have hidden Rock's talent in the "Box", and the time had come for darkness to flourish in the evening.

(You could have hidden it in the box, so this was attracted to Rock's personal emotions and the Dark Spirit?)

As much as Pean could tell the magic was teasing him, the spirits of darkness at the feet of the rock were beginning to flock, even without power and without switching "sights".

Besides, Rock himself hasn't noticed.

Darkness tangles in Rock's legs.

(Don't!)

"Rock!... sorry, thanks"

When I put the feeling of "only on the rock" on the "word," I was trying to recruit (one) around the butler, and the speed of darkness slows down at once.

The darkness that was about to stretch out onto my legs also stops me from moving.

The gentle and sensitive butler soon found out that the Lord's feelings were directed at him… "calmed down".

(- I didn't know jealousy would happen in these ways.)

The wise man was carrying out the procedure on the basis of the condition of the boy he had taken care of and the circumstances immediately with his teeth.

(Even my wife Karin doesn't have this feeling... why?)

Strangely enough, I keep calling out my feelings even more on words.

'And I'm sorry, because it's also a bad idea to keep borrowing your shoulders from those who come from the extra room this way.

Rock, why don't you come over here and lend me your shoulder?

- I am.

- I tried to keep going if I didn't mind, with the pain of being able to play pissi lightly in Gloriosa's head, and was skipped telepathy from a supporting "friend".

I'm sorry, but let me talk to you.

Gloriosa nodded small as she looked at the pain.

(I am confident that Rock's "talent" was definitely hidden in the box.

The "lid" was definitely closed.

But darkness enters if there is more marginal clearance than water)

Calming Rock's heart slowed the power of the Dark Spirit to gather, and Pean took a small breath, reassuring for now.

(If there are no gaps, we try to merge them with the stained "buddies" even bigger.

However, the momentum seems to have healed, so I'm fine)

Apparently the situation I was most afraid of was how it was gone and breathing in my chest again.

'Hey - and it's a lot more of a failure than I said.

Actually, I have little magic.

And I appreciate your support, but anyway, G... '

(Does the real name Gloriosa make boulders taste bad? But)

"This one's taller, you should give me a shoulder."

If you fake Gloriosa's name, think again later, when you find out, that you will not hurt the feelings of an overobedient butler "the pride of the most trusted butler."

But Rock, on the other hand, was already on the move the moment Pean told me to lend him his shoulder.

As soon as possible, I don't care what the name is, so it was the butler's wish that this man who gives all his anxiety should stay away from the Lord.

'I don't know who you are, but thank you.

It's okay now.

(Please, step away from your husband immediately)

As if to break between them, soothe between Gloriosa, who lends his shoulders to Pean.

"Oh, well."

Gloriosa looks like she doesn't care much and takes the place of the lock lightly.

"Sir, excuse me"

In place of Gloriosa and the place, Rock turned his arm from under Pean's arm.

When the butler supports him, his face will remain a boy's face, but Pean is just a little surprised that he is more definitely fit than he thought.

Surprisingly, based on the fact that he was "growing," Pean opened his mouth by deciding to tell Rock what he needed to do, even though he felt jealous.

'Rock, I need to talk to you later about something important.

And the person who took care of this actually got lost and came into this Robrow territory.

So as a guest for a while, I'd like to take care of you at the mansion. '

"I understand."

As Pean thought, Rock did have a sense of jealousy, but he also grew up as a person but also as a "butler of the Vinegar family".

For Rock, Gloriosa is a somewhat familiar and (generally, reasonable to describe as nostalgic) person who incites jealousy and causes unspeakable anxiety.

Nevertheless, if you have helped Pean, Lord and Lord Robrow, you must do your utmost to thank him as Deacon of the Vinegar family.

'Sir, may I ask your name?

As Rock looked back, he spoke to a "no likes" brunette benefactor about one head taller than himself.

(I don't think I need to follow up, but I might have a fake name or identity to decide on within my peers)

I still noticed the possibility in the butler's question.

The prediction of that pean seems to have come true, and Gloriosa looks at the "gesture of remembering memory" from the front and makes the eye movement that comes out when the black eyes of her eyes turn upper-right and she is "remembering past experiences".

Probably reminds me of someone named "Anglecomb" who used to come up with his name.

"Ah, it's Glow Bubaldia.

I work with my sister and friends and a priest's escort, and I'm the only one who's lost. "

(Do you skip a few names and name your only female companion's surname?)

Even though it is true that men and women of all ages are not pedestrians, it would be reasonable to call them lovers or keep them brothers and sisters who are acting with weapons.

'- Excuse me, is the priest a very well-known man?

(Um, other than me and Karin, I wonder if Rock could be quite tolerant)

My husband, the first to see a new side of his butler, looks at the situation with interest.

But perhaps this much caution is true for a man who suddenly appears "lost" in the territory in order to protect the Lord in the radical Rakuten family.

Either way, Pean was relieved and proud of the way the lock was certain.

"I can respect you enough, but as an identity, I can only speak of you as an ordinary" priest ", as the country really dictates."

Gloriosa, on the other hand, who became a "glow," replies with a smile as if the only thing that changed was her name and identity.

Plus, Rock's questioning chase continued.

"As an escort for those who are" ordinary priests, "Master Glow Bubaldia seems to have a large arm.

If you'll excuse me, it would be slightly unnatural to escort someone on the "Father God" level. "

It's sarcasm and dislike, but this is nothing more than Rock's discernment of Gloriosa's strength.

If an ordinary inhabitant were told in this situation that Lordship Pean Binegar had been helped by the lost traveler Glow Bubaldia, Rock could not feel it, but he would have felt the charisma of attracting the person this person would send out, and he would have been truly told the story.

'Well, if you're not so strong, you can't work as a escort.

But there's nothing wrong with being too strong. "

Why, "Glow" replied wearing a chest that was as good as "ehem".

He is the leader of the resistance, who also possesses such harsh strength as is said to be a god, but he also possesses love.

However, it still doesn't work on locks.

'So you don't have the "weapon" you need most for your escort job?.

Master Glow has a good physique and a preference for physical surgery, but in the recent kingdom of Celisanceum, it is a sword swallowing thing such as escort without weapons.

Or, if I may be rude, I don't think so from the outside, but is being strong better at witchcraft?

'No, no magic at all, and I keep my weapon in the pean'

When "Glow" called the name "sir" straight, it made Rock smile but it was pregnant with a fairly sharp gaze and cold.

'- My husband is not a prisoner of casual things, but he is also a nobleman, who keeps this land called Robrow from His Majesty the King.

I know you're the benefactor who helped me, but shouldn't you be called by the last name, not by the last name? Lord Bubaldia '

Deacon advises benefactor.

(Hmm, damn, maybe I can't rub it the other way around by revealing Gloriosa's identity to Rock)

With that in mind, the wise man compared a butler like a brilliant and dear family to a friend who seemed to be able to make a new one in the dark.