Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

In a garden with cosmos blooming beautifully, Angletham sat in a prepared chair and swallowed more thankfully the tea that Rin's "healthy" daughter had brought to the tea table than it was clear.

After entering the Lordship's residence, the servant women, who could be called "beauties", deliberately handed over something like a small folded letter to Angletham - rather than pressing it into the palm of his hand or forcing him to pass by in the gap between his clothes.

(Oh my God, do you ignore this feeling)

I was annoyed and gave it all without reading it to a young butler who looked serious and came to pick me up as "I will show you to the courtyard".

For this reason, since the deacon's youth came to Anglecomb's side, none of the maids had come, even if they were horrified.

(I'm sorry, but I can't afford it right now.)

Think about it that way, then sip a cup of tea in one mouthful.

The round tea treats prepared with wonder had a gentle flavour that would soothe the labor without being too sweet, and the guests had quickly flattened the portion prepared.

Tea is also carefully brewed, and if it tastes different, but you meet it at any time, it reminds Angletham of his best friend's niece, who behaves as a "lady" for tea.

"Dear Anglecomb, how about some balsam tea?"

A beautiful blonde girl with beautiful green eyes, gradually about her own chest back, no fine dust or blood connections to her best friend, had always come to ask her what she thought of tea, mozzled only in front of Anglecomb.

I also know Angletham likes Balsam, but I have hopes that I will spend my whole life fulfilling by joining the deciding army.

But what can you say about seeing Balsam entangled in such "love" is that it is not excessive to say that his age is "too far apart".

I think Balsam's "first lover" of a beautiful girl is an honor, but it only seems to Angletham to be about her distant sister of the year.

Also, if you're a girl,

(There will be times when you admire your older "brother")

And, with tenderness, Balsam's "first love" was over, and she also felt like she could hang out until she fell in love with a new person.

So I worked so hard to study tea for Anglecomb, and love would come true.

The way she was doing (making rings through yarn and giving them to whomever she wanted, under a determined law with a small bead * Torrenia talk), even though she seemed sturdy, healthy and adorable, who was perceived as her best friend and Park Shinren's consciousness, she was dating her to make her happy.

The handkerchief, which I received a few years ago, seems to be in love, manages to wrap a "beaded ring" the size of which fits Angletham's pinky finger, and stares out of his chest pocket.

If it's true, I'd like to put it on my finger, but since the construction is "handmade by a 7-year-old Balsam," I don't know what clap it will break when wearing it, so I carried it with me quite dearly this way.

Lately when I got tired, looking at something and this little ring, Angletham was soothing his feeling tired, remembering Balsam's smile like a lovely flower blooming rotten.

And "the colors," the tired Determining Army staff was still healing after seeing the ring after drinking up tea.

(Totally, I "abetted" him to look for Trenia, but I can't believe he even came to this western end of the territory.

That's still a tremendous amount of action, my Lord Leader)

As she was gently shuddered, the wind stroked her cheeks as she stroked Angletham's face staring at the beaded ring.

It's a very comfortable autumn breeze, and the beautiful blooming Autumn Cherry Blossoms (Cosmos) in the courtyard gardens also ride in the wind, rocking as they play the sounds that touch each other.

But only a little bit of the wind spirits, the man who excels in his witchcraft talent so that he is not too active, now realizes.

Seasons such as spring and autumn that say "not too hot or too cold" are supposed to be easy seasons for the Spirit of the Wind to operate, but they exist as "wind" but I can't feel anything that says "will".

(I think it's strange to have a Balsam ring but the Spirit of the Wind doesn't come first)

My best friend's niece is sometimes adorable, but she has a talent for witchcraft that is commonly called "genius".

It seems to have been remarkable since birth, and her uncle's best friend told me that she had procured and embedded and adjusted white gloves as a way to suppress the magic overflowing from her mother's knowledge.

Therefore, Balsam himself has sometimes become too good a "magic tool" for what he "intends to be" an obscure thing. "

For this reason (so), Baltham's beaded ring, made with love for Anglecomb, had only the strength physically made by a "seven-year-old girl," but had magically become very powerful.

And to paraphrase the potency and characteristic in "Bead Ring", it was made of "Love's Mundane", so we naturally gathered the Spirits of the Wind, also known as the Guardians of Love.

Whatever spirits are supposed to be called upon, the skill of the surgeon himself is relevant, but there are various other procedures to be followed: "meditation", "calling", and then "talking" with each type of spirits.

However, the beaded ring made by this beautiful girl in love will soak up all the "steps" if her "lover (Angletham)" has them and gather the Spirit of the Wind.

But even though it was useless, there was nothing I could do about it even if I was constantly collecting it, so Father Barrota offered me a "prayer" to make a handkerchief with the effect of a "demon seal", wrapped in it and Anglecomb carried it with him dearly.

And now that I have "freed" myself from the demon-sealed handkerchief, around Balsam's ring there is so much as an exquisitely gentle breeze.

Sometimes, even soon, the Spirit of the Wind, who loves to talk about the love that grew his little feathers on his back, even though he hasn't even heard them, talks about Balsam or, conversely, about Angleka.

This time, however, the wind gently blows around Anglecomb, but none of it is still in the shape of a spirit.

(This land called Robrow is rich in colours in all seasons, and it shouldn't be strange if the spirits especially like it.

Could it be that the Spirit of the Wind was so "shattered" once that it could not keep its shape?.

But where in the world did the Spirit of the Wind become inactive?)

Wrap the ring you had at your fingertips around your palms, elbow to the tee table, put your head on the hand holding the ring ahead of you with your elbows on it, and look back on what happened until you came to Robrow.

Visiting Lobo to welcome Gloriosa, the period was sometimes autumn, and nature was the most colorful.

Especially this valley of the territory called Robrow was beautiful enough to impress Angletham, who was from the countryside and had a sense of familiarity with the colours of nature.

The first thing I recall about that rocky skin, even though it looks like a wall, is that the trees that wrap around the cleverly rooted, colorful, red-leaved leaves are shaking in the wind.

On a gentle breeze, the beautiful red leaves who finished their role descend with a flicker, and are received by a loosely flowing gorge, which now flows with colour onto the waters of the gorge.

That was relaxed and repeated every time the wind blew.

Unexpectedly stopped that scenario on the leg of the horse, and for a while Anglecam was really in love.

Angletham, who obtains witchcraft in love, blinks her green eyes that there are many people in this world who obtains witchcraft and switches her "sight".

And pictured in the green eyes was the way the water spirits with their self in various ways in the gorge enjoyed Robrow's fall season.

Sometimes on the side of the water, I also recall the earth spirits leaning in silence on the side, watching the flowing red leaves eventually returning to the "soil".

(The valley is by the water, so I thought it was normal not to have the Spirit of Fire, but I can't believe I don't realize that I can't confirm the appearance of the Wind Spirit)

Angletham gently tongued, the wind gently burned again in the day - worrying about the brown beauty and blowing it to envelop him in the way he worked.

Unexpectedly, Angletham notices a "possibility" and raises his head from being on his elbow.

"No."

I groaned a few obsolete words and blinked.

Then he squeezed and used the power of the magic that was becoming scarce for "a reason," and Angletham switched his "sight" just as he did in the valley of Robrow.

Then, in a state of almost clarity, the person at the end of the shaping appeared to melt with the scenery, and the spirits of the wind who managed to keep their shape beside themselves could be seen.

"Qigatsukenakutemo, how to nye.

Anglekamha, fatiguereteilundakara.

Impossible Sinaidene, Balsamga Sadness Sim "

When the Spirit of the Wind preached the words of labor to Anglecam, he scratched them off as satisfied.

The Spirit of the Wind also did quite a bit of "impossibility," enough to reveal himself before Anglecam.

Still, the brown man looks slightly cut off by the health of the Spirit of the Wind, who did not support Balsam's love, but so diligently revealed himself.

(Sorry I can't make Balsam's love come true)

After all, it can be seen that the Spirit of Robrow's Wind "has been" crushed "once and for all with such force that it is difficult to form himself and his figure".

And the "power" of those who crushed the Spirit of the Wind had many Anglecams in mind.

"The question is, how could he have fought in such a way that the Spirit of the Wind could no longer be shaped?"

If you squeal like that, and then it's bad enough to force the Spirit of the Wind to do any more, he carefully wraps Balsam's ring around a handkerchief with a demonic seal around his chest again.

Then I noticed some sign of multiple people at the door.

But, pretending not to notice at all, Angletham put his arms together and decided to think and wait until his best friend, who had come to pick him up, showed himself.

(If it's that Rin lady, I'd prefer a cup of tea instead.

If you want to watch my lovely lady, I am happy with Balsam)

I raised the corner of my mouth just a little bit and smiled, then put the raised corner of my mouth in one letter and closed my eyes and started thinking.

- Anglecomb knows that his best friend, who calls the Spirit of the Wind "God", can attack him in such a way that he can no longer retain his form.

(The gods say that Gloriosa is definitely "foolish." But -)

But Gloriosa of the day tended to avoid witchcraft and spirituality - clearly "running away".

Even if you say you're running away, it's just "for what Gloriosa Sunflower involves" and it doesn't matter at all for what other people use.

I don't come across the scene I'm using, or look disgusted about running away or anything.

And it was thought that Gloriosa Sunflower did not mean that Anglecomb was never gifted with witchcraft as far as he could see.

Ningro seemed to be overflowing with the power of "chi" in his body that seemed to be able to connect if he could apply it to all kinds of things.

But Gloriosa never tries to use it for magic or magic.

The power of the mind overflowing the body, Gloriosa was eventually pouring on the body technique and swordsmanship.

Still, we forgot about each other's country boy masonry (Migiri) and what triggered it, but once we cut two people, Angletham tried to teach Gloriosa magic to try things out.

That's when my best friend had a rare, hella bitter laugh.

"Remember the spell and make it hard to say it. Calling to the Spirit, I can illuminate!

As soon as I said that, I looked like I was going to try it for the first time - I ran away.

Gloriosa was on the run, so fast that even Angletham, proud of his speed, wouldn't chase him.

Then again, when Anglecomb turned to the water of the story about the magic, Gloriosa simply "escaped" rather than talking or anything.

Don't mess with me or mislead me, I just run like a rabbit and run away.

In front of Julian and Trenia in Gloriosa's absence, I even tried to tell her about it.

Julian, who is magically devoid,

"That kind of thing, I have no idea I can't use magic.

But if you're disappointed, if you don't have to, don't you have to tell me? "

And even as he seemed disturbed, he uttered a kind word.

Then Trenia opens her mouth hesitantly.

It seems there's a lot going on with "magic" and "magic" in Gloriosa, so why don't you just take it easy and put it up? "

With Trenia saying that, Angletham seemed natural for some reason to stop doing anything that might push Gloriosa about magic any further.

Julian originally snorted at Trenia's words with his usual clear smiling face, as he said, "What people don't like is doctrine that doesn't do anything but flirt (?)".

I picked up and read Angletham and Julian's mind like that. "Trenia turned to the two, as if she'd also been Gloriosa's guardian.

"Thanks"

And after thanking him, I pushed him to think only a little.

And after getting lost, after trusting the best friends of the same sex who allowed Gloriosa's heart, who was also a "brunette wobbly prince" by this time in position, he talks with a determined face about the feelings of a prince who once "picked up and read".

"Gloriosa herself, in fact, doesn't seem to remember the" details "of her memory of coming here after she was born.

You told us how you were supposed to come here, from your sister who took care of you, a taught memory.

I know it's true and wrong, but apparently there's a part of it that's not taught.

Without wearing the "like" pillow, Anglecam and Julian looked at each other unexpectedly for what Trenia had definitely said.

Trenia goes on to say what she says, regardless of the two people she meets face to face.

But Gloriosa herself "remembers nothing," and she thinks it's a good idea.

Although I just don't have the memory restraint, I don't remember having an experience deep down, like, "From this world, I wish there was no more magic," but I have a "consciousness".

So if Gloriosa herself is likely to have something to do with magic or witchcraft, avoid it, she's running away.

I found this out like a trauma where Gloriosa, who doesn't like to hide things, was rarely distracted by anyone - without "secret" permission.

But I can also tell you my best friends that I don't like Gloriosa enough to "want to run away" because of what I know.

What I did is no different than treading on their hearts and minds.

But my best friend Angletham, Julian.

Even if you know Gloriosa's heart, it's going to be good for everyone. "

I already remember the "secret of Gloriosa" that Trenia taught me a long time ago, and Angletham thinks in association with the fact that I can no longer see the Spirit of the Wind this time.

(Gloriosa, who can't accept magic, and those who used the Spirit of the Wind to confront each other, have also used considerable power.)

For whatever reason, the "life or death" of the person confronted by Gloriosa - although Angletham seems to be experientially deceased - is also of concern.

In the meantime, we will now reflect on how the windy spirits of a land called Robrow have ceased to appear.

The more difficult it is for a man "who is avoiding" magic and magic to form the Spirit of the Wind, in order to crush it into dust, Gloriosa must recognize the Spirit of the Wind and make it a "fightable form".

(In order to crush a "pot," you need a "pot that can be physically crushed."

If you recognize with words and senses, you can't fight without finally confronting a "three-dimensional" object)

In place of everything else, Angletham figured out how Gloriosa could have fought.

Gloriosa, who has not learned anything about witchcraft, embodies the Spirit in such a way that she thinks she can "confront and fight" is similar to teaching someone who has no idea what a "sentence" is, if they are going to work hard.

Whatever you learn, teaching and making people understand from scratch who have no preliminary knowledge at all can be quite a heavy labor, both psychologically and physically.

How to write, read, and use it, starting with the form of a "letter".

The pattern used to make people understand, such as the meaning used when using it, the sentences made side by side, etc. increases endlessly with rat counting.

(Gloriosa understands quickly as cotton sucks in water if she gets the hang of it, but avoids magic.

Let's teach that guy. Just thinking about it makes me headache)

At that time, the entrance to the door leading to the courtyard, which was full of signs of people, looked rushed.

Angletham laughs bitterly and continues to "crush his spare time" when perhaps that butler youth finds him and the servants return to their places of possession.

(But maybe that's how I did something that made my head ache and even made Gloriosa understand.

Or does it mean that the person you confronted was "good at teaching" or "attractive" enough to want to accept even Gloriosa, who is just avoiding it)

Speaking of "good teaching", he was an unknown sage who had been hiding in the countryside.

He had a variety of books and when he found out that Anglecomb liked to read, he loaned them pleasantly that the second son of the farmer couldn't handle.

(I like books as much as I want to fall asleep.

You seem to like books a lot too, so you just have to "make time" to hang out with books well)

He lent a book to Anglecomb, saying things as if he didn't know if they were joking or serious, and he taught me at all costs, even magic, because of his wisdom and "talent".

It wasn't just Anglecomb, but I was teaching the rural children I visited if they found talent and felt "qualities".

Such an unusual sage lived "lurking" at the foot of the mountain, renovating his own naturally made cave into a residence.

"If it's true, he's in a position to wear a knight of escort from the country."

"Sage sprinkles them, they come to this countryside and hide."

And the adults were telling the truth.

But the "truth" about how to come to such a rural village - a land that will eventually be the home of the young man who makes the deciding army - and who lives in a cave is the only wise man, I know.

And fleeing the magic, it was also this wise man who taught Gloriosa, who was only a boy back then, physical and swordsmashing rocks with heel (heel) drops and slashing large trees with a machete.

If you just said "wise man" or watched Gloriosa move around you were visiting, you noticed the magical talent within the king's common son, and you also noticed that you were avoiding magic.

Angletham, who noticed an interested sage to Gloriosa, who was even more talented but did not use it, turned a blind eye and told her that the royal boy with dark hair was "running away" from witchcraft.

(- It would also be a shame to escape the "power" that is there because of it.

Yeah, well, that would be a good story if we didn't make it "magical")

I convince myself to say it alone, listening to Anglecam. Sage talks like that as he pleases.

Then the wise man stroked his jaw and took a closer look at Gloriosa, who had come to visit him saying he was familiar with his young children in the cave - observing.

From that bright day on, the wise man began to teach the Gloriosa boy how not to "use as magic the powers that should be able to be used for magic".

(You don't have to pour the talent and power into the wedge called "magic".

But because of this, I can't help but sleep in the earth called the body)

I tell Gloriosa words I don't know if they're joking or serious, like I told Anglecam.

But were the sage's words "attractive" or "good at teaching"?

Gloriosa learned to inhale correctly and gained an understanding of the use of the power of her mind around her body.

And instead of magic, the power of Gloriosa was a "move" to blow away all sorts of "magic", ignoring it.

Even if it just unleashes the "power of the move", if Gloriosa doesn't know the "direction" in which it unleashes the force, then the force can be empty.

(In Robrow's case this time, he was better at teaching spiritual arts than attractive.

No, you're not.

than that, should I say "it was clever to attract" the interest of Gloriosa)

He gave form to the wind spirits of this land of Robrow, and assembled the wind spirits, as the ignorant could see.

And Gloriosa went from spirituality to face, creating a situation where she wanted to use her moves to blow it away - there were "people".

(I've seen a few of them in swordsmanship, but is it the first time they've drawn Gloriosa to a state where she can use "magic" in spirituality?)

My best friend, called the god, is certainly strong but not in the temperament of preferring to fight separately.

Gloriosa was not strange to be likened to what she called a "swordsmith" in the eastern country, with her crisp eyebrows, her fine body in her fierce black eyes, and her physical waist worn with swordsmanship taught by a sage.

In fact, Gloriosa is not wrong because she also has sword arms, but she heard rumors about "Gloriosa, the god of God," even though she doesn't mind moving around the country in the deciding army, and someone confident in the sword's arms revealed herself in the arms test.

"The path of the serpent is the serpent," there is such a thing, meaning that "the like can easily be guessed by the same companion".

Among those dealing with exotic weapons such as "Taiko" and "Knife", Gloriosa was taught by "people" who had still challenged the battle that she was already quite a celebrity.

In the beginning, Gloriosa has also dealt with someone who comes to arms trials because they were serious or, rarely, some people had an unscrupulous way of plucking them.

And they all fell before the sword of Gloriosa.

(Recently, there have been enough "people" to pull out a machete and use spirit-blowing moves, even though they never pulled out a machete other than fighting in the final army)

When I thought that far - excuse me - I heard voices.

(Has the time come while I can't think together?

Again, you can't turn your head when you lack magic)

If it's true, I wanted to draw my own conclusions about the wait time, but I didn't end up in time.

And "because I don't have enough magic," I'm stunned at myself for naturally thinking of excuses, and once with my palms, I gently suppress my forehead.

Then he smashed his tongue small, interrupted his thoughts, put his palms away from his forehead, and rose out of his chair so that he would never lose his thanks.

(Unable to attach, thank the Lord for protecting Gloriosa -.

Probably had to explore the fact that he was so violent as to crush the Spirit of the Wind and whether he had died in the land.)

At this time, the General Staff of the Determined Army intends to apologize if they "found out" that the man who will be their leader has made it difficult for the spirits of the wind in this territory to form their appearance.

But if he hadn't found out - he'd "know" his belly.

And what you will know was the same about the person who confronted Gloriosa and possibly died.

"Anyone who knows your name who may be hostile or present on the national side, do your utmost to eliminate it.

Otherwise, there could be another tragedy.

Maybe Gloriosa remembers what Angletham said.

Angletham doesn't know if the person his best friend confronted knew his identity.

But if you knew, it seems that Gloriosa is keeping Angletham's "advice" to avoid repeating the "tragedy".

(If someone you knew was in this territory, you'd have to take Gloriosa up early)

Conscience is also blamed on Angletham, who strives to crown the "devil" to cause disturbances in a territory where the man who is their leader was taken care of by the boulder just because he found out who he is.

Precisely, a joke about a man named Glow Bubaldia, who was an adult but lost, who came to a land called Robrow, wanted to end it.

I could see the young butler who had guided me earlier opening the door leading to the courtyard, bowing his head respectfully.

At the entrance of the courtyard, which blocks the light, a long-sleeved figure enters Anglecomb's view, even in the distance, wrapped around a red and black coat-like object, hidden in a shadow that was made possible by blocking the light from the upper body.

(That's more like Lobo Lords Pean Vinegar)

I can only see underfoot, but my mind encourages nature and vigilance.

The same name as the person who carried out the "sticker to reward the location of Gloriosa" procedure as if it had been aimed at the boards of the boarding town, in the neighborhood of a place where a really small army was stationed, operating with practically four people: the Determined Army.

In fact, it wasn't until Anglecomb really came near here that he found out that the person with the affixed name "Pean Vinegar" was a lord and nobleman of the land.

Just before I know I'm a lord or nobleman, to be honest, Angletham thinks from the moment he sees the message board that he's protecting Gloriosa, that "the person named Peen Vinegar is quite a crook".

Exhibits on bulletin boards in this country should not be peeled off at will except at the place of administration where the bulletin boards are installed….

- It's time to move to the garrison to find Gloriosa, whose location has become unknown, with her main hips.

When the staff of the Determined Army suggested so, both Trenia and Father Barrota agreed, so Anglecam came out to buy out the food that had been wrapped up before the trip.

In the buyout order, I looked at the bulletin board only for the last confirmation, but there were no reports of protecting the stray person named "Glow".

"Again, you won't find it right away...... hmm?"

Unexpectedly, Anglecomb is about to drop the baggage he bought.

[Protection Notice]

Name 'Glow'

Features Black Eyed Black Hair Large

personality nostalgia

We protected the hungry in the valleys of Robrow in the western part of the kingdom of Selisanceum.

Currently, we also eat, are very healthy, and spend time with the family ahead of us that we protected.

He wore proof of a very splendid Icarus and Oriental "Dog" and sprinkled design when he protected it.

If you have any idea, please report that the kingdom of Selisanceum, the pean of the vinegar house in the territory called Robrow to the west, is in responsible custody.

There were several others watching the bulletin board, including Angletham.

Anglecomb, who wears a simple disguise (though I can still see a neat face), does not hesitate to belly off that sticker on the bulletin board.

And with a leg proud of its speed, he hurried away from the spot.

Of course, Angletham's disguised yet sudden stripping of stickers, including his neat appearance, attracted a lot of attention.

However, since the place where the stickers were affixed was a contact version of "stray dogs, cats, birds, and other" protection, those around

You found an animal as important as your family. Good, good.

There was nothing like reporting to officials that Angletham had peeled off the stickers with even a gentle grin such as that.

Because the area where the garrison is located is also a flourishing land pattern for grazing livestock, it was only natural for animals who were asked to help with it to be treated in the same way as their families.

Dogs for livestock turns

Cats that get rid of rats.

Birds to help hunt (eagles), etc.

They are all cherished in beings who are very helpful in living in this place.

People living in the area were tolerant, even if they acted somewhat out of common sense to peel off stickers because their precious "family" had been found.

It must have been a sticker, knowing the characteristics of the area where we were stationed.

To the "old age" of this person who is now supposed to rule where he is, Angletham saw for the first time the face of the one who protected his companion, carving a vertical wrinkle between his brows with great vigour in his heart.

I'm not saying beauty, but instead of a rich gray-haired head, his face stood in front of Angletham by a young, magnificent man.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Mr. Alsen Padrick.

Welcome far to the kingdom of Selisanceum, to the west, to the countryside.

I am Pean Vinegar, lord of this territory.

The pride and specialty of this territory are bird dishes, which are delicious to taste, but only a little bit, but I'm tired of talking about it is the challenge ahead.

So newly, a soft white, bite-sized object like bread dough, which our cook called "dough juice," made me juice.

To be clear, it's delicious, so if you want to go to Robrow, I want you to eat it. "

Laughing with a smile, Anglecomb with his hands slightly extended with a greeting that also feels redundant in guiding his ruling territory.

I know the clothes worn by Pean Vinegar are good, but refreshing, and the appearance of wearing an even more red and black coat does not make him look more like a good, magnificent man than a nobleman and lord.

However, the best impression conveyed by confronting Anglecomb with "Pean Vinegar" was that of "intelligence", for better or worse.

But that "intelligence" touches the harp line of a beautiful memory and evokes a feeling of "nostalgia" that I have tasted, somewhere.

(Nostalgic feelings aren't bad, but I guess you shouldn't be alarmed by this one)

To nostalgia, he tells himself that the tension is going to loosen, and Angletham opens his mouth, too.

"Thank you for your guidance of the polite territory, even though it is an honor for the lord of the land to just say hello himself.

However, some of my people keep me waiting far away.

I'm going to buy the guided items from the Lobo dealership after they let me pick up the "items you keep" only for takeaway. "

Reply with a beautiful smile at the lord, lowering his head to include the nuance of "in a hurry" in the words.

Lord Robrow speaks with his hands that were spreading in front of his chest, turning his sights from a "smiling" shape into such shapes as narrowing and sharpening them, still in a calm state toward beauty.

'If you're in a hurry, you can't help it.

Well, then at least this is how we met, so I want to shake the hand of greeting as Lord Arsen.

If you don't mind, could you leave your sword with our butler? '

That's what Pean says, then looks back to the butler he refrains from behind him.

Rock bowed his head respectfully after his husband looked back and felt the beautiful green eyes of an overly tidy guest pointed at him.

"Dear Padrick, since I'm not equipped with a sword resting place in the courtyard right now, could you please leave it with me?"

When Locke smoothly told the Guest about the affair, he took a crisp red velvet fabric from his cuffs as if it were a trick.

Make it fuzzy, spread it over your palms, and grace yourself with the outfit as it is, before proceeding out to the front of Anglecomb.

And he prayed again before Angletham, kneeling his hands on velvet fabric in the form of offerings.

"It may be sword swallowing for Lord Alsen, such as depositing weapons, but something" noisy "has entered the territory continuously recently.

I'm sorry if I offended you, but I need you to keep it. '

That's what I said. I gazed at my own butler kneeling down as Pean Vinegar took the form of another smile in his eyes.

He then looked at Anglecomb and smiled with a good mouth angle raised upwards by a lord and noble product.

"No, what the lord says is best."

Angletham has always flattered and caged numerous ladies to show off his captive smile to Lord Robrow and the deacon youth at all costs.

Then, after politely lowering his head toward the lord, he puts his hand on the fitting to remove his bandage.

Does the noisy word include Gloriosa?

While removing the hardware, Anglecomb can quietly indulge in a smile that can only be expressed beautifully, which is likely to float something that was about to add sarcasm.

I have no idea how and under what circumstances Gloriosa was protected at the moment.

Even though it's just used by Gloriosa's pseudonym, Glow.

Icarus and the Oriental Dog.

The sticker conveyed that "Pean Vinegar knows the value of the deposit" using the covert word.

I don't hate the idea of 'If you let me in, follow the town', so be it.

Besides, thanks to your concern for the sticky paper, I was assured that I had something to keep.

Thanks to the precise reward that the lord was about to give us, we did not step on the wasted feet of searching for the people of the country. "

That being said, Arsen slowly placed the removed bandage over the deep red velvet provided by the kneeling lock.

After Rock receives the sword and bows his head with humility, he looks up at Anglecam with his slightly sharp light caged eyes, then glances straight at his Lord.

After receiving a glimpse of the deacon, Lordship Robrow nods small and then opens his mouth at such a rate as pleasure this time.

'No, but I'm sorry that you're following our way, but earlier it seemed to expose a lot of our territory and a lot of our actions.

The distinguishing thoughts of men and women are conveyed in a sense as a tradition in this land of robrows.

It is the Lords' residence that must most embody it in this territory, for as long as you are ashamed of it '.

Having said that, Lord Robrow's sights sharpened again, "a good grin of good taste" disappeared without a trace, and now he raised both ends nibbly and thoughtfully, seeping "infidelity" to the full.

"It's just that" Lord Angletham Padrick of the Devil "is too neat looking and brilliant.

I beg your pardon for not being able to hold back my feelings of deviation from love. "

At the moment when he finishes saying who the guest is, the old sage plays his pussy and finger.

The faithful butler "as previously instructed," leaps back with the bah holding the sword deposited in the velvet.

And there was a buzzing sound of something happening, a "trap" set in the courtyard was running, and several arrows were unleashed towards the "guest".

'- Again, you seem to be the kind of person who shouldn't be alarmed!'

Don't hesitate to carve a deep wrinkle between your eyebrows anymore, and Angletham will say just that the moment Lord Robrow's finger is played.

- I lurked and hid it in my back, I pulled out my favorite fine sword.

The flying arrows were inexorably avoided, and the next "flying" was the weapon of a young man wearing butler's clothes who carefully kept the "fake" weapon.

You've never seen a weapon in this shape.

A weapon shaped like the one I've never seen before - a cane fitted with a cut of a blade thinner than the one Anglecomb loves to use - is poked with a fine sword and sprinkled with sparks.

Anglecomb played hard and with force, and his right arm, the butler's arm holding the weapon, moved away to be skipped by a bun.

But the butler's young man is bounced, and his arm is not against the flow, and he leaves it, he drops his hips and forces himself on his legs, bends his left arm, pointing his elbow, and punches it into Anglecomb's abdomen.

(This "butler" is also learning physical arts!?)

With that in mind, Angletham restarts his fine sword, avoiding a sly sharp elbow slap from the butler.

(Thank you Trenia!)

Once before, Angletham, who had received a painful elbow from Trenia in a hands-on practice, had avoided this attack by using his experience.

The butler on the other hand was surprised that he was avoided from attacking his elbow and opened his eyes slightly wide, but immediately waved a sword - apparently, a planting wand - at Anglecomb, holding it in his powerful hand.

Then, a few times, the Guest, the butler's blade and the blade interact with each other as the metal sounds, repeatedly playing.

"Rock's swordsmanship, I planted the foundation, but after that, it's all our own.

Even after taking care of the all-you-can-scatter Lord, I wonder if I can cope with the deacon's moves like training, in the knowledge, experience and martial arts acquired by Lord Angletham '.

Pean Vinegar laughs again as he suddenly begins and accompanies the courtyard battle that is waged.

But the deacon and the guests were seriously fighting like they couldn't stand the laughing lord.

The old sage, who never mind being left alone, put his hand in front of his chest where he could no longer "shake hands with Angletham".

And, looking very enjoyable, watch my butler and my guests "swordplay.

(Hmm?)

At first, however, it seemed fun, watching the battle between the Guests and the Butler, which in some ways might also appear to be a martial arts, specializing in each other's rapidity, but I was uncomfortable with the way it was going.

Because of its discomfort, this time, the fingertips of the hands that the peans were putting together are placed on the jaw, lurking the eyebrows and gently biting the lips.

(Uhm, I was asking Gloriosa about the "Devil's Angletham Padrick" move, and I don't think she lacks one sharpness right now)

Pean expected Gloriosa to be able to flirt with the lock lightly if she had the skill of the "Anglecomb" fine sword.

Of course, the sage knows that the "combat" skill of a butler he nurtures and does not fail in his daily workouts is quite as good.

Perhaps even in this realm called Robrow, after the Lord's Pean, if he went with the strength to fight, he is convinced that it is a rock.

But with the experience in action and the skill and speed of attack of Angletham I was asking Gloriosa, I also hear that he always does the role of "expose" when it comes to battle, winning more than anyone in his crew.

Therefore, a brilliant and brown beauty, a butler loyal to himself played the sword of the planting wand lightly, and now when I was thinking like this, I just thought the battle was on.

(Although I am glad as Lord that Rock works hard and fights good...

I also wanted to give you an experience like "I'm gonna lose light" once or so here.)

I was going to teach you about "Don't Fight" once.

Rock, too, was learning that well.

However, after finishing the "two-man journey," he ended up in a closed cage in the lobby, with no one to train for in action.

Rock can't be the target to the extent that Pean's "exploration" doesn't dull, but he didn't have the real sense that Pean was stretching Rock's "talent" to do it.

There are martial artists in the territory, and there are several dojos.

But that's not like the so-called physical use of the body is the subject's "physical sport," and the physical workout cultivated there is useless when it becomes a real battle, but what do you think? The idea was floating in the pean.

The sage thought that the battle for life and the mindset when competing in sports should be different.

The martial arts of the sports subjects were different from the ones we taste during the battle, and most importantly, there was no one Rock would deal with anymore.

And I'm a wise man who would love to teach you that idea, but because I'm a "dependent" person, there's no way Locke can attack with "kill" or anything.

But the experience of the "battle of life-threatening states" must be true to me - I thought I could strengthen a young man who thinks like my brother, so if I could, I wanted him to.

So... actually, this time it's from Gloriosa.

"If Angletham wants to talk about it, he has to put his fake weapon at his disposal to negotiate in order to keep the other person safe and trustworthy.

So, if the negotiation breaks down, or if Trenia tells you that they betrayed you, you kill them with the sword you're hiding on your back. "

I was listening to thankful information (Gloriosa has not naturally noticed that she has revealed her companions and possibly dropped them into distress).

So Pean said, "Have a good experience with Rock."

To finish, he tells what Gloriosa told him on his way to the courtyard with his back pressed.

"If the Guest only keeps Fake's Sword with the Deacon, the Guest may harm Pean Vinegar."

Yes, I told the butler in a light tone and kept it abetting.

Unlike Gloriosa, Rock never missed a bad impression of Angletham when he showed him around.

"No way, that customer..."

And I didn't really try to take it, but sprouting "anxiety buds" succeeded.

Eventually, when the Guest deposited only Fake's sword, Pean could see that Rock pointed his guard and "enemy spirit" at Anglecomb at once.

Then, he unleashed an arrow in the trap of "vs. Pork Bowgun" that he was trying to make to "finish" and "let Angletham pull out" his fine sword, igniting the heart of Rock's struggle.

He seemed to have acquired general common sense, and Rock's mind was still absolutely based on "Pean Vinegar".

Whatever the circumstances surrounding Pean Vinegar, whose "precious" dependence is "place" and who supports his identity (self identity), the deacon could not forgive even the like-minded Guest for offering a stripped weapon.

Knowing everything, I felt a little sorry for my guests, but I also dared Angletham to pull out his sword to make Rock "fight for real".

However, Anglecomb was chosen by the wise as "a strong enough opponent" and "a meaningless opponent in case you can beat him, if you are wounded and exhausted", but the "guest" appearance is not very pleasant.

"Good experience" with the lock on his butler and Pean, who was planting [another prospect] in this fight, takes the arms he was putting together in front of his chest because all the salt plums are going to change slightly from his original plans.

He scratched his grey-haired head with his hips on one side and his grey hair on the other, then made a short voice as he followed with his eyes the butler, who was now fiercely presenting "only swordplay" in the courtyard.

(Is this who the discomfort is?)

I noticed the identity of the discomfort - but the wise man decides to stay still.

The battle between the Guest and the Butler is gradually getting here - Anglecomb's advantage is getting darker.

Anglecomb's fine sword plays the sword of the butler's planting wand more often, and it also retracts Rock's leg more often.

While retreating, the locks quickly fix their positions and try to get in shape to make an attack.

But Anglecomb was relentless, and, just like the body technique he had earlier set up to rock, if a gap had been created, he set up his fists and feet.

Rock is not as defensive as pushing him, but he is on the defensive side.

Whether there will be a difference in actual experience here, as far as Pean can see, Anglecomb's movements are not filled in the "shapes".

One or his butler was still only fighting the model in a mock battle with the lord, so Pean had begun to "flirt with the good" from what he saw.

And Anglecomb made Pean feel "uncomfortable," and his body began to take advantage of the difference in experience, even if he was not in good shape, to handle the fine sword and make room - sharply staring at the sage with beautiful green eyes.

But even if his beautiful eyes make him quite angry, the wise man turns his unfaithful smile to his guests, opens his mouth and plays his fingers "pussy" again.

"- I came to my desk to respond strangely," he said.

Let me ask you a few favors for my precious butler, Mr. Staff. '

Almost simultaneously with the end of Pean's words and the sound of his fingers playing, Angletham feels a slight vibration from his feet shortly afterwards.

Abandoning his time to think, Angletham jumped.

"Fly and get it right"

The sage's finger runs the trap he set with the bounce, and from where Anglecomb was until earlier, the bouncing sound of the metal "spring" sounds violently winding up the soil in the courtyard.

I wound up the soil. In it, the two gate-shaped metal plates go together, gatin '! and trembled fine.

'For once, I was going to be treated like a guest, but that's not much of a "tiger pinch"!

Angletham was in a better mood to avoid the trap brilliantly and could also afford to complain, and during the "while" he was able to do so thanks to the avoiding leap, Rock was fully restarted.

"Even a guest can't forgive her husband for carrying a" stripped blade "as a butler to the Vinegar family!

The butler proclaimed loudly and slashed the Guest again to cross the blade, as Lord Robrow would not do to flatter him even after he had been forced to do it all night in a row.

'I'm happy with that word, but I wonder if it's a little loud'

The Lord now laughs bitterly and plays his fingers.

The third time the missile closed and locked the door leading to every "courtyard" in Lord Robrow's residence.

"Now we can only tour the battle between a beautiful customer and a tough butler."

That said, Karin and Gloriosa would be waiting, looking up at their own study above the mansion.

(Though I wanted to let you go through a "light loss"......

It's a good experience for Rock just to experience the "good fight" this way)

The battle was in such a way that Pean had his attitude rebuilt but Angletham flirted with Rock again.

(But... why don't you use magic?)

I think of the identity of "discomfort" in the head of my grey hair.

I looked at the butler, who was starting to feel pressured again, and I remembered another story, which Gloriosa told me.

"Anglecomb's best at fighting with all sorts of magic.

The one who uses the Spirit of Fire most often, diving the Lizard of Fire into his fine sword. "

Is the lizard of fire a salamander?

Even in the description of guests who were not bright in witchcraft, Pean, who had a wealth of knowledge, found that it was a technique called the Devil's Sword that the guests were good at.

- In order to acquire the Devil's Sword, you must learn from the Sage.

(For a fellow who has no connection to the magic of Julian Zaheto, who is no longer there, he created a weapon called "gun" that is close to contraindication)

The background to the creation of the determinants involves those who, like themselves, have become "wise men".

Ever since I asked Gloriosa about that fact, Lordship Robrow felt that Pean Vinegar, as one of the wise men in this world, and even if recognized across countries, still had something to speculate on.

And what I can't guess right now is that a man who should be good at witchcraft that the butler is fighting for doesn't try to use witchcraft at all.

Guests who still seem to specialize in magic are fighting rock without showing one scale using magic or magic.

I haven't instructed Rock to "don't use magic" or anything, so I guess the current situation is only about using swords and responding to Angletham, and I really just can't afford to use magic.

If you look at Angletham, who unilaterally puts an attack on the lock with a fine sword, what Pean can tell is that he's not in the right shape.

(But it's not why you look pale, nor does it look like you're injured somewhere.)

"Ah!"

- Kin!

The sound of rock's voice and heavy metal bumps sounds.

The Guest's fine sword was powerful and he was jumping up the butler's scepter sword.

There was a battle.

Pean stands small to play his finger.

The butler didn't let go of his weapon, but he collapsed in a way that greatly later backfired in a recoil bounced to keep him from leaving.

"Ma, not yet......!?

At the throat of the deacon who has returned to his posture, there is a cut of Anglecomb's fine sword.

"There's a battle, let go of the weapon."

In the next moment when he said so, Angletham "let go" of his fine sword into the courtyard.

'... I knew you were better at home affairs than the devil's staff.

I'm listening to people. "

"Even a guest can't forgive her husband for carrying a" stripped blade "as a butler to the Vinegar family!

Angletham remembers what Locke said and makes the butler give up his reason to fight.

When he saw it, Pean Vinegar lowered his finger, "to let go of the butler's weapon, which will continue the battle."