Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

'No, but I thought Lord Angletham would understand.

"Icarus" is one of the sunflower varieties.

Oriental "hounds" are also known as lions.

And if those two are combined, it will be a crest to the royalty of the kingdom of Selisanceum.

The royal crest and the word black-haired in the rare black eye in this country, even if the guest you keep has pasted it in a place other than the one on the bulletin board, you'll notice. '

As soon as the guest cautioned him to "leave him alone," Pean clearly smiled at the crop and picked up the fine sword unleashed by Anglecomb, folding his tall body.

Then I show the butler who just "coached," Ni laughing.

Then Locke hastily took and delivered the blade of the scepter, which had been hidden in the butler's clothes as if it were a trick, just as when he had put out the velvet fabric.

It's like a trick for a grown-up lock to come up with tools and fix them.

(This is the unexpected side)

and after watching with interest, Angletham opens his mouth.

'- I also felt it wasn't even funny that the paste place on the sticker wasn't a person.

but what was written was really brilliant, both in stature and character, and you could describe it as true.

And I'm glad I didn't bother your family. '

Angletham's voice, which was gently shouldered after trumpeting Bassari and Lord Robrow's "joke," had become quite clear.

The butler who planted the weapon knew that "sir" was doing well at all times, but he was still incredibly stubborn that the guest had let go of his weapon lightly.

(Sir, I can't believe you're guessing my feelings in a few words other than Mrs. Karin's)

Angletham smiled gently for a moment, not having had a bad impression of the butler's bewildering gaze since he first served him.

(The lord of this territory seems to be a "twister," but is trusted by the people and servants.

Especially this boy... the young man seems to really admire him, and this will be the one who disrespected him for hiding his weapon)

"If you're going to hurt anyone you want to cherish, be as angry as a fiery fire with any opponent" reminded Anglecam of his best friend, who always took care of him and came to pick him up.

(I just hate to use the upright feelings of this butler youth as part of my strategy -)

Angletham glanced at Lord Robrow, the Lord of the Deacon's youth, who was looking up at his weapon with interest after his eyes increased in sharpness to beauty.

With a sharp stare, Pean said, "I'm not more scared than the deacon's sight when he was angry at me for real," and "peed" at his guests in his heart - his eyes staring at the fine sword had become the object of the "wise man".

(Is the material of the blade "Scarlet Gold (Hiirokane)" or "Blue Raw Soul (Apoitacara)"?

There is also considerable skill in extracting metals that appear mostly in the ocean as minerals from the earth.

Even if you get metal, the golden house god (Kanaya basket) (a god believed in blacksmiths. supposedly a goddess in general, but also a theory of masculinity) this fine sword can be forged if you are not a wise man with the knowledge)

Separate your thoughts once in line with only what you can tell by your knowledge.

'Well, even if I say "get along with my family," as I said earlier, because the distinguishing thoughts of men and women do it as a tradition in this land of robrows.

So I became particularly close to the men, including my son's van, and the woman served tea with his wife, really only two cooks.

Still annoying to the rest of us. With this robrow, Glow blended in really cleverly. "

After saying so much, the wise man gradually removed his gaze from the fine sword.

- So, now it's time for me to pick up Glow Bubaldia, and let me take care of Arsen Padrick's weapon, okay?

Now glancing to confirm from Pean, Anglecam lay down her sharp but beautiful green eyes and nodded in recognition.

"Um, well, then, I'll take care of the weapons."

Anglecomb stops the lock from moving immediately with a brown hand.

'No, you don't have to bother to do that.

Deacon... is Deacon "you" better than "Deacon"? "

Angletham says so, then takes off the coat that was coming to weave his feathers.

"Oh, I'll take care of it"

While somewhat panicked, Rock politely leads by Angletham's side.

'Thank you.... I'll show you something a little ugly, but forgive me'

Depositing the jacket in the lock, from underneath, you can see that you are wearing light but easy protective gear on top of your clothes, in the position of "one of the priest's escorts on the journey" for once.

Angletham handily removes it as well.

'Excuse me, but could you keep some protective equipment, too?

Again the butler moaned with respect to the words of the guest's request.

'I'm in awe. I'll take care of it.'

'- Oh, yeah. I was wondering if you could show me the protective equipment you're using. "

When asked, "I'll keep my protective gear too," Pean asked the guest, tongue-in-cheek over the shoulder of the red and black coat, even though the fine sword remained a peeling blade.

I look visibly and rock sinister at the behavior.

He had pointed the blade at it, but since then the lock had also made a good impression on a guest who would take the weapon's fine sword off his hands and take into account things like his opponent's "policy" and face.

'Sir, that's your weapon.

You're being treated too disrespectfully when you say you're going to trust me and keep it here '

Angletham, the guest, also knows that he is likely to spew out further words of admonition to his "husband" from the face and atmosphere of his "praiseworthy" butler.

The butler then lifts his head with an apologetic face, which is generally the behavior of an inexplicably seemingly pean, but Angletham didn't feel the slightest bit belly-up.

(The Lordship is very admirable, but more than that, I suppose you take care of this deacon)

In this place too, Angletham removes his protective gear while soothing his nature and feelings, reminding him of his best friend Gloriosa and the role he always plays.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was awful.

But Rock, I know this sword is rude, but let me take a look at it.

The minerals used in this customer's fine sword will not be rushed in life unless they are done like this. '

In the beginning, he spoke at "every hour of the day", but the butler could feel that his voice contained "seriousness", and he could not give any more words of admonition.

And on Pean's red and black coat, he bit his lips just a little bit when he saw the blade tip shining in silver.

I look at Anglecum in confusion because I gave him a gleefully fine sword patterned part with the acuteness in my eyes when "sir" immersed himself in the research.

"Me too, Deacon..." I don't mind if I say "Mr. Rock."

Rock blinks again at the unexpectedly gentle Angletham narrative.

Angletham raised the edge of his mouth just a little bit, and the butler spoke of his "fine sword" and his "beginnings" while removing his armor without looking.

"Actually, the fine sword was conceded from a very rare mineral, as your husband said earlier, and we - the four of us who took care of it in the early days - experimentally built it.

You said you just wanted to see the ancient technology that multiplied my talents.

I probably also used Kaneko (Kinsu) for a lot of time, but if I did what I was taught, it would satisfy me.

"With this sword, only Anglecomb can be used to harness technology and magic, so I'll give it to you".

I looked it up later on for myself, but he still said it would be a sword that would also be a very valuable material in many ways.

I'm sure if you saw it, Rock, you wouldn't lose it. '

The name of the diligent and courteous butler that Pean called "Rock," Angletham called his name with a gentle smile on his face.

In cleaning up the Lord's study at all times, Rock blushes unexpectedly when he sees the beautiful face of a man who was also described as a demon in the "Documents of the Determined Army".

The fact that the name was called and Rock spoke in polite language was normal, but since he was never used in polite language, it seemed that it was embarrassing and strangely lit up.

'Um, then excuse me.

Sir, can I have your protective equipment, please? "

'Oh, let's keep it. So, you should take a good look'

Pean smiled and received Anglecomb's protective gear from Locke, handing him the fine sword.

While Rock trembled just a little, he saw that he had received Anglecomb's fine sword firmly before speaking to his guests in a small voice that could not reach the tense butler.

'Lord Anglekham... No, Lord Arsen.

Apparently, you like our butler. '

Rock seems to be quite focused, grasping Anglecomb's fine sword pattern, watching with the blade on his palm, and not even noticing the conversation between the Lord and the Guest.

'Yeah, I had a very "intimacy".

Blood shapes could be together. '

Is it common for generations to talk about such a blood type, saying the same thing as Gloriosa, taking off the last protective armor, the breastplate, and giving it to Lord Robrow, who also wants to see protective equipment?

Look at two or three points of the protective equipment that Anglecomb was wearing, and the pean will be quantified.

(Not that the protective equipment is otherwise elaborate, but it all feels like "good quality".

It just seems like it's time to protect the Spirit Stone.)

"- Perhaps it's time for maintenance"

What Pean was thinking was that Angletham was staring at the protective gear that he had removed.

Having completely removed the protective gear, Anglecomb looks no different from the average person. Now when he starts removing the clothes (bob) from Xu (mollusk), the successful brown chest burned in the day becomes dew.

Even if you can just peek out of the shirt, the man with a face that is brown and skinny, but too neat for a body with well-tuned muscles, was reminiscent of some sculpture once seen in Dessan's collection of paintings by Pean Vinegar.

(Well, if you use your body, not just your face, you can tilt your country in a certain way)

When he put it in his mouth, Pean raised his eyebrows as he looked at Angletham, who took off his shirt even more, thinking immediately that Rock was going to scold him, and checking on the remaining state of the power of the Spirit Stone, which had the protection planted in his protective equipment.

(Unusual craftsmanship, or this Angletham, seems to be doing a lot of things besides "conspiracy")

Speak teasing words to the Guest to relieve the flirtatious mind that is still intriguing and gazing at the objects "wearing" on the brown complexion.

"Whoever you are here, you might bleed out of your nose."

"Huh? Oh, sir, I'm sorry to be rude to you again!

Sometimes we can prevent the Lord from acting in anticipation of his "flirting," but distracted by Angletham's special fine sword, Rock couldn't stop Peen's teasing words this time.

And to apologize, I turn my face to Angletham, who is taking off his shirt.

"Dear Alsen," I'm sorry. - Dear Alsen?

Seeing Angletham with his skin dewy, the butler's young man can't keep his words in his hand either.

For Rock, he puts his heart's fun in Peen Vinegar, who is primarily "pathological".

However, he had always lived a steady life in Robrow, and the general sense of life and common sense had learned and met him as a "butler of the Vinegar family".

Among them, the "aesthetic sensation" was somewhat more than the commonly educated person, sometimes cleaning up collections and desserts, which are remnants of the youth of the Lord, Pean.

And beyond the morbidly dependent Lord, the cultivation of the art so worn, Anglecomb's skin was exposed to a full grasp of heart if he had seen it.

Angletham, who grabbed his fine sword and stared at me unexpectedly because the words stopped, smiled a little bit and took off his shirt, all of which came off.

"- You don't know what it means to look at a man's upper body naked and bleed out of his nose"

Then with clarity, Angletham argues with Pean's words.

However, the nuance of objections made Peen wonder who Angletham once said something similar.

Several leather strings were spaced apart and wrapped tightly around Anglecomb's brown, even body, which seemed perfectly nude.

"That's how the fine sword kept him hidden in his back."

Keeping the retained protective gear in his arms, the pean turned against his posture and looked lightly at the brown rear.

A sheath (holster) made of elongated skin was seen snugly placed in the center of several leather strings around the back with neatly uniform muscles.

"Yeah, I can't do it if it's a normal sword, but he also made these shapes of sheaths (holsters) by using the sword to make me a fine sword.

This can give them peace of mind and deception... '

Pean and the butler didn't miss out on Angletham having something a little clogged at the end of the word and staggered their gaze at each other for a moment.

(I ask for details)

(awed, sir)

With telepathy and nothing but gaze, the lord and butler were able to exchange words well enough.

'- I was wondering, are you in any physical condition whatsoever?

And why didn't you ever use the Devil's Sword when dealing with Locke? '

I was asking Gloriosa, a technique that could also be described as an Anglecomb Padrick stunt.

(I don't know, it wasn't like you added or subtracted me without using the Devil's Sword for the sake of rock.)

Pean also knew there was no way "Devil Angletham Padrick" could lose to Rock without using his skill.

But you can use far less effort to move on with the "story," and if you can, you can pick up Gloriosa as a companion who wants to "take you home" as soon as possible.

(If my expectations are correct, Anglecomb should be concerned about "time" just like Trenia...)

But without the Devil's Sword, Angletham had chosen a time-consuming way of fighting.

(When this happens, "information that could not be purchased using the power of the wise man" can only be inferred by me now that Lord Anglecomb could not use the Devil's Sword)

When Pean lurked his eyebrows at the conclusion that he didn't get an answer.

Angletham saw a grey-haired man with a red and black coat, that his best friend had been taken care of, and cruised slightly.

(Does this "person" deserve credit?)

I even talked about the anecdote of the fine sword, showing my skin and showing no hostility, and showing it firmly in this hand.

(I can't help but feel sorry for Trenia's "dreams" and rely on her strength to make me feel nagging and helpless at times like this)

Mock yourself in your heart.

(I can't be "gentle" like Julian, and I don't have "believable strength" like Gloriosa)

It's in Agrecam.

My mother-in-law says she healed her father, who bore the burden of being a parent, a well-conceived look of a mother who got sick in a store selling spring and it was too late.

And my dying "mother" talked to me, a talent for witchcraft that I was trying so hard to hide.

(After that, about the strength and authenticity of my father.)

At that time, around the chest pocket of the stripped shirt in my hand, I swayed in the wind.

(- Oh, you did. Balsam)

For some reason, "trust" from a girl who admired herself very much also supported Agrekam.

"Dear Agrekam, Brother Gloriosa told me!.

Master Agrekam was thinking, you are using your child's name for a pseudonym!.

If so, that's the name I was born thinking about!.

One day I'll be your daughter-in-law Balsam and let you hold the real "Arsen" to Master Agrekam! "

The beautiful girl who forcefully heard the meaning of "Alsen" 's name from "Uncle Gloriosa" was unaware at the time that she was declaring something rather unclamped to the admirer.

When Balsam told me to just gut pose, Agrekam was simply happy.

And I just imagined an adorable "angelic boy" that looked a little like Balsam.

This was the first time this best friend's niece had made her family aware of Agrecam giving up having a "family".

Balsam is amazing.

Just look at the gift from her, in a shirt shaking in the wind, and Agrekam's belly will sit.

Either way, we can't go without moving on.

Make sure the wind supports your heart and opens your shapely thin lips.

"To be honest, I can't afford to not even know if I can use the magic of the call, which is now an elementary spiritual art, aside from the Devil's Sword."

Tell him so clearly and stare at Pean with green eyes.

- The Lord seems to have magic in my body.

Turning his arms around his back as he breathed slowly, Angletham asks Pean.

The lord answers that question as he scratches his jaw with his arm cleverly out from between the protective equipment he has deposited.

"To say such a thing makes me think that Lord Arsen wants the answer that he has no magic."

"Yeah, you're reminding me of that answer,"

With his protective gear in his arms, the wise man switched his "sight" with force in his eyes.

(- Doesn't look magical though)

In a sculpture-like, homogeneous Agrekam body, "magic" only appears to be a pean, just as the heart's heart "blood" circles.

Locke squeezes the fine sword he deposits with the Guest turning his hand around his back.

I could still hear Anglecomb wary enough that he might have some kind of weapon.

Angletham narrowed her beautiful green eyes and laughed at the look of the "Lord to take care of, but trying so hard to protect" butler.

- Don't worry, there are no more weapons, and my "magic"...

When I said that much, Angletham pulled something out of his back, as if to be ready, all at once.

At the tip of his thin and successful brown arm was something that greatly betrayed the expectations of Lords and Deacons of Robrow.

"… a" picture book "?

"A picture book is sucking Angletham's magic!?

Lords who had switched "sights" would open their eyes wide and deacons would be Kyotons to the unexpectedness of what they had taken out.

Pean, a wise man, was so surprised that he had to call him by a pseudonym, that he accidentally gave him his real name.

The Deacon and the Lord open their mouths at about the same time, and the Deacon "marvels at how surprised" the Lord is, performing and switching the "sight" sorcery that he has recently gradually acquired again.

And then I saw Anglecomb, and I saw the phenomenon as Pean said, and I was gradually "surprised".

An enormous amount of magic - perhaps something that was originally the magic of "Anglecomb" - is "sucking" with tremendous power in a picture book supported by brown hands.

Even from a distance away, the old and splendid "picture book" existed in the magic that was in a flame-free state, in the brown hands of the guests.

"- Excuse me, the power."

From thinly shaped lips, Angletham finally leaks those words.

It is assumed that a fine sword sheath (holster) attached to it and a "picture book" were sandwiched between the backs.

Having removed a picture book that inhaled magic from your body, you are not feeling sick like headache or nausea.

Anglecomb had just become powerless throughout his body.

Honestly, the lips that I moved earlier were also mostly based on the memory of the movement of the mouth that I pronounced "surveying", and I don't have the "real feeling" that I'm moving.

(- The view's down?)

That's what I found out because I got on my knees on the ground because of the cold on the ground that comes through my clothes to my skin.

(Unless it's pitiful)

As soon as the picture book was removed, the butler opens his eyes wide and asks permission from the Lord with his gaze to a guest who has laid one knee on the soil of the courtyard.

Lord Robrow nodded the moment he turned his gaze,

Dear "Alsen," are you all right!?

Deacon was kicking the dirt in the courtyard as he called.

The butler, with his fine sword, runs and enters brilliantly into the nostalgia of Angletham, who is about to fall.

Soon after counting the number of seconds, he supported his beautiful and sturdy body, which was about to burst into danger, in such conditions as really "gassilli".

Angletham managed to prevent him from sticking up against the ground in the garden because he was supported by a rock.

I just got a little annoyed because my physique is better in Anglecomb.

The butler, while nostalgic, moves agile "excuse me" and then carefully rests the fine sword on the ground with one hand, turning his arm around his shoulder to support the Guest firmly.

"…" You look ugly, "I'm sorry.

After all, this body and the amount of my magic I couldn't live with. '

Again relying solely on sensation and memory, Angletham moves.

If it's the usual anglecam, it's a dialogue that seems to say with wrinkles engraved between the eyebrows, but the expression is "faceless," and the beautiful green eyes don't move either fine dust.

That's all, I can't get into my body, and I can't get into it.

"What are you talking about, you see how many times the amount of magic you have in line!

Rock helped Anglecomb without switching "sights," and I can still see an old picture book with a brown fingertip dropped, accumulating a tremendous amount of magic.

Its old and splendid picture book was hard on Anglecomb's fingertips and touched the ground in the courtyard.

"- Sir."

As Locke turns to his instructions, he looks up to Anglecam while supporting the Lord of Upright Immobility with Anglecam in his support.

Pean holds Anglecomb's protective gear - staring at the "picture book" at his brown fingertips.

(Though I have something like "will."

Still "asleep"... I don't see why "moving" is happening)

The sage stares at the picture book as "terrified", feeling like a hand in a box with no guarantee of safety and unclear contents and exploring the contents.

And with the knowledge I've acquired so far in my head, I fish to roll through the dictionary pages with fierce momentum, searching for "applicable" records.

But I couldn't find any evidence in Peen Vinegar's memory to prove who he was.

(I have no idea what Angletham "brought" is.)

There is a slight but "regrettable" feeling in the mind of the "wise man" and more "interesting" emotions than that.

(- - Koleja, tuned benakeleva)

A force enters the hand holding the protective equipment he was holding, and the end of the pean's mouth slowly rises.

And after noticing that, the secretary hesitated, he made an "angry" voice.

"- Sir," Dear Lord Robrow Pean Vinegar "!!"

The deacon of the Vinegar family held back his master, who tried to distract him from his anger by giving him a voice that sounded "diligent and wise".

The wise man dropped the protective gear he had in his voice, which was not as loud but as the butler pleaded.

Guest's protective equipment falling on soft soil only makes a dull noise called dosali and the loud noise doesn't sound around.

The person who dropped the protective equipment had lowered the edge of his mouth that was being raised to make his mouth a single letter.

The deacon who repeated the blink several times, calling one way or another, was more wolfish, but continued to speak for the Lord as "Lord Robrow".

'Sir, I'm sorry to raise my voice suddenly.

But now, please think about the "now" customer.

I do deposit fake swords - they worked such disrespect and I responded as well.

If you decide not to deal with someone as a Guest now, I will follow suit.

But I don't know why I've been picking up guests from afar who have become lost, but this is how I've been missed.

And times, as my husband is worried, are swordswallowing times to keep weapons easily.

In light of everything, please remember your service and behavior as Lordship Robrow, Pean Vinegar, beloved by the inhabitants'

(… because I know you gave up "freedom".

But I haven't forgotten my decision to live as a lord)

As far as I could think of, I vomited words that aroused "Lordship Robrow loved and needed" by the wise.

If Pean is about to come off of his own decision, stop pushing.

That's the "role" that Pean wanted for the Butler Rock of the Vinegar family.

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

Pean Vinegar, a reluctant and heartbroken sage, even if he now finds a coveted research subject in front of him.

"The Kejime decided by Lord Pean Vinegar." Let it not be different.

(All I have to do is serve and strive to make sure that Pean Vinegar is the best for Robrow to rule)

"If you've immersed yourself in research and lost people's lives, I'm sure Pean Vinegar will regret it."

"If you leave your unconscious guests alone, Pean Vinegar's fame as Lordship of Robrow will be diminished"

(Prevent it from

♪ Thinking about the distant future ♪ ♪ and making a plan around ♪

It should also be why my husband, who kept the name of the wise man from the country as, set "Rock" as the deacon of the Vinegar family!)

Even if he was stripped of his butler's position as a servant and expelled from this land as a petition for disproportionate opinion.

Even if the dependent "husband" were to treat Locke equally idle in this event, it wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't muddled on his pean as Lord Robrow.

"Sir!!

As he turned again to his instructions, the butler looked at the Lord, supporting his body like a beautiful statue in brown.

(Besides, if we don't hurry, Anglecam-sama's body...)

It didn't even work with Pickle, I was worried about the "guest".

- The fact that a person's body is somewhere powerful means that he can support or hold it even when he is injured, and he can reassure that he still has the power to react to it.

But Anglecomb nowadays had no power anywhere in his body, and he felt as though he was just a doll with human skin heat.

And I recall a story once told to my grandchildren by the old, old inhabitants of Robrow to an apprentice butler who was good at listening.

"It's strange.

The body of a person, if it is "dead," is suddenly heavier even in the body that has been normally held before. "

Rock met soon after he could only feel purely "heavy" on the Guest's body.

Don't, don't, don't.

From above the courtyard, it hits something and sounds like a trembling shock.

The lord and butler raised their faces at the same time and looked around to find the source of the sound.

But the butler looked down again at the next moment when the body of the Guest, which just felt heavy enough to support it, really moved very slightly.

"... Ann... Dear Alsen!?

The butler also forgets to call him by his pseudonym, but if you look at the Guest, he still doesn't look very physically moveable.

Still, the butler felt it because he was still touching and supporting his skin immediately, apparently because the organs in his abdomen used to "voice" him moved.

'... apparently, you noticed that "fool"'

At last, it was a thin Anglecomb voice, but Rock can see that it contains feelings for both "joy" and "laughter".

"Oh," you idiot? ""

Even though I know it's just rude, there's only one person in Rock's head with the word "fool" by Anglecomb.

The only thing the beloved lord could do was laugh at the long dark hair he welcomed as a guest, showing his sturdy teeth.

"... rather than being an idiot, it might be better to describe it as" stupid power "in many ways."

(After all, what Anglecam calls "fool" is Gloriosa.)

Hearing the Lord's words, he had not missed his expectations, but the Deacon laughed bitterly at the likeness of the Lord and all his guests' friends using the word "fool".

And following Anglecam's voice, the deacon could see how the voice of the Lord was made out and apparently completely regained "the way I want it".

Relieved by the return to the original pean, a mischievous lord beloved by the inhabitants, the expression was brightened and Rock saw the Lord.

The lord was kidding, but with a serious face, still looking up was in the direction of his own study, which Gloriosa and his wife Karin should be waiting for as guests.

It was closed from the beginning, but the windows are still tightly closed, even by the magic exerted by the pean earlier.

(It's just that "stupid power"...?

Perhaps Gloriosa, who heard "this noise," is trying to ask how this is going because the windows won't open?)

"- In front of your husband's sorcery, even though it is impossible to decide"

The moment the butler laughed bitterly and squealed so unexpectedly, with a gentle groan.

- - Kiiiiiiiiin.

A sound like nothing I had ever heard before spread throughout the Lordship Mansion.

"-!," Open up the choices "?

'No, it's impotent!

Allow the butler to immediately put his words on Pean's words and run out of words that his husband will not "lose his strength".

Meanwhile, the sage opens his eyes to the emotion of "surprise," which has grown more before and after meeting Gloriosa, even when he hears the butler's words.

In the next moment, in order to spot the magic, the two inhabitants who were switching "sights" had something incredible in their eyes.

This is an incredible occasion, especially for a butler who has never met a "man" who can use more magic or martial arts than his Lord "Pean Vinegar".

"I can't believe my husband was set up to crack magic locks and barriers!"

The air near the window in the study room of the mansion was grossly distorted.

I can't believe someone broke my husband's magic.

Speaking out, as if waiting for an unacceptable lock to flash even on his head, the sound of "Gashaaaaaaaaaaaaaan" roared across the Lordship Mansion.

That was the sound of a broken glass door in the study, trying to follow the butler's words of surprise.

And the "cracking method" deserved to be described as "blowing up" rather than as a normally cracking expression, with fragments of vitreous or wooden frames of windows destroyed by some force over the sky I looked up in the courtyard.

As soon as the butler felt "dazzled" by the glittering light of the sun, he remembered that the guest he supported was trying to prove that he was "free of hostility".

(…… dangerous)

'... really, because Gloriosa is an "idiot"!

With half a word on his head that perceived danger, the brown abdominal muscles he supported moved.

"Huh!?"

I couldn't even feel the power of fine dust until just now. The brown body that I should have supported moves and is covered from above me.

It is the soft soil of the shadows and the courtyard that enters the sight of the impounded butler, sheltered by the body of a guest of better stature than himself.

When the soil in the courtyard appeared in the eyes, I realized that Angletham had "sheltered" me.

- - On idateita mokoteita sowaka

The voice of a wise man reached his ear even under his sheltered and suppressed skin, Rock shouted.

"Sir, Master Angletham is here!

"I know! Way to go!, Rock and Lord Angletham. '

The true words of the Lord's good "sorcery" and the sound of something moving, but the sheltered butler has no idea what the situation is.

"Before I do, Mr. Anglecomb, I'd like you to..."

(Otherwise, the name of Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar)

The moment the words so far came to my mind, my vision was engulfed in darkness.

However, it was not magical, and it was found that something was physically covered by something further, even from above Anglecam's body.

In the meantime, "falling apart" and something is passing on to the lock through the sheltered body.

During the shock of something coming down, I heard a voice leaking from my body that covered me and sheltered me from something small.

"Dear Anglecomb!? Are you ok!?

I also forgot to use a pseudonym, and as Pean once did when he was injured in a failure in an experiment, he had a voice containing a far cry from what his fellow servants thought was ruthless.

And he was in a hurry, trying to get up, trying to move his body down in shelter, but he was contained.

Even though it is not excessive to say that it was the body of a Guest who did not have the strength to do so until earlier, the lock was now sheltered and suppressed and could not be moved at all.

(How could you be so powerful all of a sudden when you had no power at all until just now?!)

Angletham, who is suppressing, also realizes the power Rock tries to get up, - and speaks out calmly.

'... it's okay, with the "arr" coming, some of me too...'

At that time, "Don" and a small sway passed through the ground to the two bodies that were bending over the courtyard.

"Apparently, did you" jump "from somewhere?

But thanks to you, are you okay now?

That's what I say and suppress the lock, Anglecam's power slowly loosens.

"- The Lord himself used the coat he wore to protect me, didn't he?

I'm fortunate to have all kinds of protections. '

Slowly Angletham wakes up his body and the darkness that was a shadow draws.

In Rock's sight, the grass sprouting on the soft soil of the courtyard came into his eyes.

And I can also see the edge of the red and black coat dancing in the wind, set up with the Lady Lordship and myself.

Hearing the identity of what was more sheltered and covered Anglecam who sheltered himself, the butler slowly woke up with Anglecam, worried about the "Lord".

The coat, made to match the tall pean, was still enough to cover the upper half of the two, even if Rock had half a body with Anglecomb.

Angletham opens his mouth to rock in a way that looks odd, with his coat on his head and covered.

'... I ask you something that doesn't come with it, but was someone your husband was protecting "in a room where the windows were crushed"?

Asked in the language of the past, Satoshi Deacon was able to grasp what had largely happened and what was happening now.

"Yes, it's just that my husband has come to greet Master Glow with Master Alsen..."

So once the butler tied his mouth to draw a line, but decided to speak honestly to the "benefactor".

(Either way, "Dear Anglecomb," I've already spoken to you, whether it's me or my husband)

"- No, we have to wait for Gloriosa because we want to talk one-on-one to Anglecam Padrick of the Resistance's deciding army and staff."

- "-" Me the Staff "?

- Apparently, Angletham had wrinkles between his brows in his coat about what his best friend, who had come to pick him up, was telling his lord and faithful deacon to look after him, and perhaps his lord's wife as well.

"That, Pean?. Angleka here...... wasn't it, Arsen wasn't down?

And what I hear following Rock's explanation was the voice of a guest - Gloriosa - who should be waiting in the study, almost unmistakably, with her best friend's name on her mouth.

'This way, I wonder what it's like to be a young friend and best friend just because you're wearing the coat of the Lord's Palace and you don't realize you're in sight...'

Incidentally, Angletham and Rock's present appearance was a rather unusual outfit, with pean red and black coats on their heads facing each other and sitting in the right seat with nature.

'I don't mind the friendship that makes me worry about my fallen best friend...

Couldn't you have taken a slightly more tranquil approach?

"... are you... are you...?

I don't know what the words are, but Rock hears a familiar voice over his coat, following the sounding pean.

(This is your wife's voice. I wonder what you're saying)

The butler, whom I know Karin, the lord's wife who originally proposed to pull in, can't speak out, rubs her mind just a little bit if she's in trouble without getting the words she put out.

"Oh, Karin. Don't worry, Rock. Everybody's gonna be okay."

But soon after, Pean calls his wife upstairs, possibly to the study room where Gloriosa "popped up," even over the court, and Locke is relieved.

'Oh, yeah. Pean, it did look like Arsene's magic sucked on her and she collapsed.'

When Gloriosa almost said so, the "sight" of the lock opened at once, along with the sound of the pean's coat of "bassari" turning.

The first reflection in the vision of the open rock was the back of a beautiful brown anglecum with even muscles, like a magically moving sculpture.

On its back is a sheath (holster) also made of leather that is tied and attached with a leather string to lurk and conceal a fine sword.

And I could see a hand at the tip of a brown arm connected from a strong brown shoulder grasping something.

"Whoa!," Arsen. "Were you there?

Still, how come you're naked up there?.

Did you ever have to give a woman a nosebleed again?

The guests were really surprised how they didn't notice until their best friend who picked them up peeled off Pean's coat.

It was just that Gloriosa's voice, while surprising, made her feel fully inclusive of the joy of being reunited for the first time in weeks.

"- It's been a really long time," Glow. "

Stripping off his coat, Anglecomb standing up grabbed the shirt off in his left hand, and grabbing it in his opposite right hand was a picture book earlier that even seemed spicy to hold.

(That's the "picture book" that was sucking the magic out of Master Anglecomb. But?)

In the eyes of the butler, who lifted his torso with his knee on the courtyard while still switching "sights," he found that the picture book, which was sucking Anglecomb's magic with tremendous momentum, was slowing down the rate of sucking at once.

It may also have something to do with slowing down, but we can also see that the magic begins to spin over Anglecomb's body.

(The magic that the "picture book" was sucking on returned to Master Anglecomb?.

Yeah, but that's not haz...)

According to what I learned from Pean Vinegar, a wise man and a master of sorcery, the magic that was taken or put out of his body was never returned.

"It's just possible for people to use some kind of curse tool to separate magic."

Locke lurked his eyebrows as he stared behind the brown guest, remembering what Pean had said when he was explained to him.

(How could Anglecomb be so magical if someone didn't have the time to divide him?)

Rock thought that the magic that the picture books had wrapped up to store had accumulated from Anglecam's body during his journey to pick up Gloriosa.

With that in mind, I had the impression of an earlier butler who said, "How many times the amount of magic you see in the line?"

That's the amount of magic the original Angletham Padrick had, Rock.

Unexpectedly, the voice of the Lord's pean becomes telepathic and reaches Rock.

With his posture on his knees, the butler turned to the Lord and a pean took off his coat to shelter Angletham and Rock rested his hand on his hips and raised the edge of his mouth "Ni".

Behind it, Weiwaten floats in the sky to protect the wise.

I guess the fact that you're always carrying all that magic will mean "Angletham Padrick".

The Lord was telepathically passing the answer to the question that Rock had in mind without incident.

The butler, on the other hand, was feeling "stunned".

(I can't believe anyone with more magic than my husband is in the world, even in the country.)

♪ I saw the incredible ♪

In that way, Pean stares down at the stiffening butler, lowering the edge of his mouth, which he had just raised.

He even hid his big hand on his mouth so that the sensitive butler wouldn't find out about it.

(After all, has it become my egoism to retain someone with such "talent" in the countryside within my youth?)

The work of collecting and codifying ancient and present East and West magic in this world as "lords" also made Rock, who hired him as a butler, his assistant.

Assistants, however, are then taught to compile the information they have examined, and while they are in the countryside, Robrow, they are also to be given a considerable amount of "broad knowledge".

In a way, it was also a really good place for those who wanted to learn witchcraft and academics to be assistants to "Sage Pean Vinegar".

(But still, knowledge and "experience" are not accompanied by growth biases in many ways...)

A wise man puts anguish on his mouth and asks himself,

Gloriosa was honestly delighted to reunite with her best friend,

When Rock was surprised by the strangeness of the picture book and his talent more than his husband,

Anglecomb shook up the arm of the man with the picture book...

A wise man noticed the Guest's "form" shelved his troubles to the brim of his head and removed the hand on his mouth.

"Hey!, it's a corner reunion, something noisy"

Bee - n!!

Angletham was throwing a picture book brilliantly "shaken up" shortly after Pean made a forgiving voice to arbitrate.

And the picture book thrown by Anglecam stopped in Gloriosa's face with the sound of "bee-n".

"- Ca!?

Karin's voice, interrupted earlier, is now heard from above clarity, and the butler stands up sane and hurried.

The sensitive butler felt firmly that there was frightening emotion in the voice voiced by the Lady of the Lords.

(What a rambling thing to do in front of your lovely, pleasant wife!)

Giggling his own back teeth, the butler bites and stares at Angletham's back.

Initially when I was married, I even practiced Pean and Rock's "pair of hands," which I mistakenly thought was a fight and horny.

Even the mole that had been made of practice, even though I was really worried, Karin, who was out of the doctor's house, revealed to me in a weak manner as she applied the cure.

"I'm used to seeing injuries and blood from your father's work.

But I'm really scared of fighting and violent situations, and I don't like it. "

Karin was sneaking up on Rock, a trusted apprentice butler, in a boyhood where she just married and didn't know, who thinks like her "brother".

"The act of throwing objects" is slightly too irritating for such delicate Karin.

If you've seen it in the public, even if it seems to say "about that," it's been revealed that that's how a woman named Karin Vinegar grew up.

It may be too delicate, but it therefore has ears that allow me to listen sincerely to every trivial concern and empathize with heartache.

Karin, who understands its delicacy, also had a side strongly admired by some inhabitants.

Even troubles like the seemingly incomprehensible, obnoxious "entangled yarn", the Lady Lordship, with its delicacy, was slowly untying - "stretching" her feelings and calming her down.

In a way, the husband trusts and respects and admires his husband, Pean Vinegar, who is also the true opposite of Karin. He also ruled the hearts and minds of the inhabitants who were likely to have a slight rebellion against the lord.

I may be smart, but I've never had a "scattered demon," a lord who behaves too seamlessly in heaven, or a resident who has feelings for "what is it?"

"That faint, gentle wife is on her side, not looking nasty.

For once I'm smart, and I may not be good at cleaning up, but I guess I'm not a bad lord "

and was also connected to "mastering" the hearts and minds of the inhabitants.

It was Karin Vinegar's "job," no matter how much sage Peen Vinegar helped her research or how much she could take care of her neighborhood, Rock couldn't.

Thanks to the presence of a "good listening lady of lords", it was certain that impressions from the people to the lords were largely helped in some places.

Neither Locke, the butler, nor Karin, the lord's wife, are "best" lords, and there is no substitute for Peen Vinegar, the lord.

He wants to support the Vinegar family, and he respects and cherishes "those who can't do it on their own, who can help with peans".

I can't believe you were such a violent person.

So even a guest could not forgive someone who behaved in such a way as to threaten a "loved one".

(It doesn't matter if your husband tells you that he will surpass his talents in witchcraft and magic!)

I was thankful for taking care of a person named Angletham, including for sheltering myself, but I couldn't forgive him enough for that feeling to blow up all at once.

Run over to the Guest's side to complain a word.

"- Sir!"

At the same time as he called, Angletham switches with a beautiful smile.

The smile was a very beautiful one, but a smile with ample pressure to pressure the butler to complain.

'- You're right, I may have a beautiful face, but I'm the kind of person who behaves very abusively when I get to my head.

It's even like this for one of my best friends, so maybe if it comes to my head, I'll give it to my "lover" or "spouse."

You look terribly cruel and ruthless - the moment you feel that way.

(Excuse me, "Mr. Rock")

While pointing a pressing frozen smile at the "butler," it was Angletham's words of apology that reached Rock's head telepathically.

I accidentally opened my mouth round and stared into Anglecam's beautiful green eyes.

A frozen smile only momentarily returns in the form of a "bitter laugh".

(Just to impress the devil Angletham Padrick...

No, in this case.

"Alsen Padrick, a man who may look good but has the worst personality"

to impress, now I want you to go out with the "demonstration" including Mr. and Mrs. Lords and you, Rock.

Apparently, the ladies are watching "here" because of the noise)

That's what Angletham said telepathically, and Locke gradually noticed the gaze pouring from somewhere in the mansion.

(Sorry, perhaps in Gloriosa's "Impossible Choice Opening" earlier…)

The butler closed his mouth for the time being to the rare experience of listening telepathically to the very troubling sigh of "haaaaaa".

Though the lock was frightening, Angletham, who sensed that he had softened his attitude, telepathically continued his words.

(Apparently, because of the loud "sound", even those who lack talent for magic have noticed this noise.

So, as long as you're ashamed, it looks like this outfit for your innocence has become a vendetta)

That being said, Anglecomb hid the skin he was exposed to through his sleeves on the shirt he was grabbing on his left hand, unable to fit.

Rock, the butler of the mansion, wanted to sigh at the signs of slight stirring the moment he hid his skin.

(But if I move my expression here, Anglecam-sama's behavior will be wasted)

The anglecam stroked to make sure something was around the pocket with the chest button after putting the sleeve through.

At that moment, and for a few moments, loosen his ruthless face.

Only a lock in the front could catch a glimpse of a loose brown face, a very gentle, sturdy face.

(- Well, if I can, I'd like to impress the women in this mansion that I'm a "very bad person")

Angletham, once again with a cold, deacon-looking expression, moved his green eyes just a little.

Rock also moved only his eyes to confirm that there were several "gaps" where he could peek into the "courtyard" where he could see even if he could grasp it.

(It made so much noise that it caught our attention in the courtyard that we didn't deserve it.)

With a sturdy guest doing the "weave a shirt" motion, the curtain moves by the window, and the door leading to the courtyard opens slightly, a significant number of servants will be watching.

'Angle, Arsen, don't be so mad at me. My lord's wife is surprised. "

With the picture book still affixed to his face, the butler is surprised that Gloriosa made a clear pronunciation and stares at the guest over Anglecomb's shoulder.

"- Still, I'd like control"

Locke stared ahead, shifting the leopard and picture book to the side and Gloriosa turned up.

(Oh, I didn't hit him in the face)

Apparently, he just thought the picture book hit him directly in the face, but Gloriosa tried to stick it with her big palm and looked like she was taking it on the verge of bumping into him.

Apparently, the identity of the loud noise that spread "Bee - N" was the back cover of the picture book and Gloriosa's wide palm smashed and rang.

- I'm the one who told you to look for her, but why are you even in such a country?

He put his arms together with the chest of his shirt open and also put "pressure" on his voice, which appeared to be in a bad mood.

(What am I to say from "country"?

Oh, and by the way, I've also told the lord and lady lord that you're playing "play" telepathically, so you don't have to worry about Rock anymore)

However, the telepathy that reaches Rock is the voice of a calm guest, so I can desperately indulge in the fact that things are going crazy for nowhere.

Angletham is trying to make a bad impression of "Alsen Padrick" while behaving in a bad mood, abusive manner, etc.

(Whatever it is, if your wife is not anxious, she has never crossed it...)

Rock picked it up after sighing in his chest to avoid getting in the way of Angletham's thoughts and then noticing the Guest's fine sword at his feet.

(If you have completed your thoughts, you must return them.)

Carefully gripping the pattern with a fine sword, I saw the Lord sending telepathy from Anglecomb just like Rock did.

Sage stares at Gloriosa with a more difficult face.

(Dear Gloriosa, aren't you looking at yourself?)

What Pean stares at with a rare and difficult face was apparently a picture book now at Gloriosa's disposal.

And Rock will have a "hard" look, just like Pean.

(-?, this time, the power to suck magic in the extreme is weakened?)

I know that the picture books in Gloriosa's hands store a ton of magic that would have sucked from Anglecomb.

But from the brunette man who is now in possession of the picture book, it seemed to Rock that he had only taken a trace amount of magic at all.

Perhaps that's what caused Pean's unexpected, difficult expression.

(Gloriosa continues to make me think she's pissing me off like this because she has severe headaches when she telepathizes.

His strength is really great, but he's not good at lurking emotions)

It doesn't seem strange that Angletham should be aware that Lords and Deacons of Robrow are questioning about the picture books, but he didn't touch anything there.

(- Not using telepathy for gloriosa would be Anglecam's "kindness" rather than not finding out the act)

Pean flies such telepathy only toward Rock.

(If I am Angletham, I send telepathy whether it hurts or suffers.

Using it, he instructs him to "shut up" and makes him curse even more.

Then, whether it's bright or dark in sorcery, Angletham will be impressed by the servants who are paying attention to this courtyard when they do terrible things to the Gloriosa he picks up.

Again, Angletham Padrick seems kind to you)

I only show it to Rock - I don't have a "chance to know," Sage Pean Vinegar was there.

Even "love" without the modeling to think of people, for Pean, there was still no place other than the butler to show how to use it as a tool to arouse "curiosity" about how it works in relationships.

Doing so is "insane" and "generally unacceptable" in a peaceful and normal life.

That was both a good aspect of the Wise Men and an unnecessary aspect of the Lords of Robrows, who must first wish their people happiness.

At first, I was obsessed with chasing Trenia, my sister.

In Gloriosa's voice, Rock returns to sanity.

This is how I get imprisoned for the words "Sage Pean" I ask Him.

(In the meantime, we're already in the process of talking, so I'll go with Anglecam-sama's way)

Replying to the Lord so, the Deacon paid attention to the open mouthed guest.

Because I knew that if I didn't swing it, Rock himself would be obsessed with the words of the wise man.

- While using a pseudonym, Gloriosa's opulence was lurking in the shadows as soon as she came up with the name of Trenia, who was being treated as her "sister".

And he stares, holding the picture book in his hands, which was affixed to his big palm like a handheld rash.

In doing so, the picture book had befallen "within" the magic that had been wrapped around it, just as Gloriosa lurked luxury.

It's just old, it's like, it's no different than a regular picture book.

Gloriosa opens her mouth as she wraps her "old normal picture book" apart and looks inside with her black eyes.

"- While I was chasing you, if at all, when I chased you.

I didn't know what to say to Trenia when it happened.

But I thought I had to look, so if I was looking, I'd rather be in a high place, think about it.

If you were aiming for a high place, my samurai "

When it's that good, the picture book I had in my hand ends turning.

"When I realized, about this land called Robrow - I was lost.

I don't know, but if I had gotten rid of the guys I'd been fighting and selling, I'd also noticed they were on a huge high cliff.

A couple of days later, I was hungry, and when I got off, I was invited by the smell of a sign, and the lord here came to sketch me while I was on vacation, and Pean protected me. "

Now Gloriosa was looking at the pean over Angletham's shoulder.

'Never mind, it wasn't annoying.

Most importantly, I had a lot of fun. "

Words Gloriosa explains as Lords Robrow follows.

Only a little bit of that makes me feel unspeakable and burning in Rock's heart, but I can hardly resist it.

'- You have no words to speak.

I dare you to say that your behavior, lost and absent, is more annoying to her than ever. '

Angletham was in full swing this time actually sighing out to explain Gloriosa, to which Lord Robrow followed.

(This sigh apparently isn't acting)

To Peen's bitter hidden telepathy, Rock wanted to nod if he could.

I can't help but scratch my feelings for the "friendship" between the Guest and the Lord.

Such a "good" Gloriosa, but only when talking about Trenia could I wipe away the wonder and disgust.

(I don't have any detention or anything, but when it comes to Mr. Trenia, Mr. Gloriosa looks like that.)

The face reminded me of the face of Karin, the lord's wife, when talking about Pean, the lord and husband, in a strange way - the face of someone who thinks of "loved ones".

I could feel Gloriosa's black eyes thinking of someone, even from a distance, so much so that even a butler who had never "fallen in love" or would.

(It's not for Gloriosa, but if the customer is more anxious about Trenia, as Anglecam said, I'd like to get rid of it soon)

I only know by the story, I can read my mind, a woman with purple eyes who says she loves children, a fellow guests also known as "witches".

If the gentle lady is worried about Gloriosa, who is running free, or waiting for Angletham, the caretaker, she also thought that Rock would like to put her back and reassure her.

When it comes to deacons, a wise man whose heart can read without the use of witchcraft when he sees the expression, thinks (squeaks) of his feelings and loosens his eyes.

(All right, we'll talk about everything, including that picture book, and then Angletham will get Gloriosa back to where Trenia is safely.

Let's play "one play" or rock to get around the place!)

But a brilliant anxiety arose in the mind of a deacon who accepted the telepathy of a compassionate pean.

(Husband plays "play"?)

I hide my anxiety and feelings that are likely to be disrespectful, and I finally send them just that.

"" Ya - do it, to a very close best friend. In this way.

Not close, not to women, ooh, you don't seem reluctant, Lord Arsen! "'

I didn't ask if I'd heard Rock's response, but I wasn't sure, but he had a flat voice like a straight stick, where the pean looked pretty obnoxious.

In a different way than Angletham is grumpy, he carves a tremendously deep wrinkle between his eyebrows to see the lord.

Fortunately, Gloriosa was not particularly different while holding the picture book and watching the pean with her mouth open.

And the brilliant butler leaned down, clenching the pattern of his fine sword.

(Dear Anglecomb, I am sorry.

I'm so sorry.

That, and even in that case, my husband is going to be very serious about helping "make Master Arsen look grumpy and disgusting".

I'm going to be playing a play like that)

I don't know how much emotion is conveyed on my telepathy, but Rock was sending it to Anglecomb with the usual "sorry" sentiment.

There's only one thing Rock relies on, respects, very smart, strong, and actionable Pean Vinegar is "not good at".

To be clear, Anglecomb can only harden while carving wrinkles between his eyebrows as he sees a "play" that falls into the "shitty" category through "not good = normal".

"Poor addition to and subtraction from Pean Vinegar's play" is something he hasn't noticed himself.

(Well, here's the thing)

I'm in a good mood and feel like sending telepathy to Rock, so I haven't seriously noticed the "play creeps".

As a loyal butler, Rock feels indescribable.

If you are the Lord who jokes, you don't hate to flaunt and scold as much as you want.

It's just that when you do it with "favor" or compassion - when the ingredients of the "plan" thing are gone, it quickly becomes an overly shitty play.

I also know Karin, who is the wife, and the six children knew her as her father's unexpected (although she only seemed to be a "no" part to her daughters except her eldest daughter).

(Just kidding - you're really good at flirting and "playing" when you're up to something)

Send Angletham a telepathy that protects the Lord, even though he thinks he "explains why".

(- That, when we first met, we found out.

My leader is strong as an idiot, but I guess he feels like directional tone deafness.

The lord lord of "Mr. Rock" doesn't like "plays" in these situations.

It's just that I haven't seen "Daikon's Horse's Feet" this far, either)

It seems comforting, and Angletham telepathically sending double sarcasm (radishes, horse legs, etc.) about the play, which is how he was used to "these things".

It's not inconvenient to describe "grumpy," he replies by following the lock with the wrinkles between his eyebrows engraved.

(For now, what am I saying that incited the source of the noise, but if the lord opened his mouth any more, it would taste bad.)

I'm sorry about my husband, but Rock truly thought so, too.

"" Well, what! Why don't we take both of our customers to my room with broken windows, Rock? "'

And from the side that doesn't want me to open my mouth truthfully, even Lord Robrow began to do such a good thing with all the suspicious intonation.

One of the guests, Angletham, looks like he's "given up" and stretches his arm toward the lock softly with a wrinkle carved between his brows.

'Then please guide me as soon as possible.

Oh, I'll ask the butler to guide me again this time.

I still have a lover in Wangdu.

Besides, she's not a countryman, she's a beautiful girl, and she's a lady on the brink of royalty.

Because of this, the thankful friendship is likely to connect, but if there are strange rumors, they are no match.

The lady's servants here were really in trouble with all the weird clichés (fumigations) being pushed.

And, Deacon, is it time for you to give me your fine sword back? '

Angletham talks furiously as he wrinkles between his brows.

Rock noticed that he was "giving me" no more talk about "poor play" Lobo Lords.

(- I guess this is the occasion where something that can make the application work, should make the application work.

The Lordship spoke in a way that he wanted to move the place, would you mind?)

The butler leaned down and bowed his head deeply to the Guest's "care."

Angletham narrowed her eyes, even though she was not mistaken.

(Now, I made a false declaration that I have a "lover" that could lead to my birth.

So I'm glad you're going away to give up - does it work)

Apparently, he was looking at the courtyard, and there were aspects of it that he said as he put it, so that the servants who gave him the "cliché" could hear it.

On the hand the Guest was stretching, Rock handed the sword respectfully and firmly.

(Thank you for your concern. So let's just keep pushing.)

The deacon breathed heavily into his belly after confirming that Angletham had put a fine sword in the sheath that was causing him to lurk in the back.

'Now, sir, please take Master Glow to the room where your wife is waiting for you first.

I will come to my room with cleaning tools.

And... '

I closed my eyes tightly once.

And the butler, with his eyes closed, bangs the bread, and the sound of the courtyard clapping the butler's white gloves in his embedded hand.

Then the doors and windows connected to the courtyard simultaneously opened.

A woman's voice sounds one after the other, including the surprise of how she said "yes."

"What? Were they all snooping around here when they heard the noise?

Gloriosa was the only one who really didn't know anything, and was surprised that the mansion door had opened, holding the picture book tight.

(Oh, the magic trick I've been trying to plant is working.)

Send telepathy to Locke, where Peen has become the face of the "Butler of the Vinegar Family".

At the same time that the telepathy reached the deacon's ear, the deacon only gave a courtesy, opened his eyes thinly and confirmed who was showing signs of people.

Some maids start rolling out, and they want to sigh again.

(Says he's the most formatted servant of the Mansion in Robrow.)

I stuck my hand in the inner pocket of the butler's clothes and took out a few pieces of paper and hoisted them high.

'As the customer said earlier, come to me after today's work with a self-declaration.

By the way, all the letters are annoying, so I keep them.

If you don't declare yourself, I'm going to read out the text and the name in the morning.

May I? '

(Uh, Rock, that's the punishment I was thinking about)

After Rock said it cold, Pean was telepathically complaining like a child.

It's good that the Lord distracted me from playing a "too lousy play," but apparently I was mildly dissatisfied with what he told me to do out of Rock's mouth.

(He said something like "refreshingly imprinting salt, spices and gravel on the wound of the opponent," but it doesn't react like that...)

- Oh, no!

- I'm in trouble!

- Please stop!.

When Pean's complaining was coming to an end, the "screams" of the waited female servants sounded predictable.

(This is how the "punishment" proposed by the husband is reacted to by the servants.

Even if you come up with one, only suggest it before me)

- You suck!!.

Like "stabbing a stop" to Pean's suggestion, the voice of a famous guestmaid echoed in Lobo's beauty and pride above all else.

- Is that the worst thing you can do?

Just reply to the butler like that, and in the meantime, Pean starts moving the room.

Stop by the side of Anglecomb, our guest.

"So, in the study."

and prompt the lord to the door of the courtyard, where the maid who had been peeking in a calm manner disappeared.

In doing so, I pick up the red and black coat that Angletham stripped away.

The lord slapped himself on the bread and easily removed dirt, fragments that had been "sheltered" earlier. This one was also through the sleeve.

(Will be well maintained later, sir)

That's all I told him, the butler put his strength in his belly again and raised his voice.

'Sa, get back to work!.

Sir, thank you for your information.

I'll take care of the study. "

"Yes, you must."

That's what Angletham keeps doing to Rock's words.

("Love" can sometimes be excessively powerful.

Here again, let's keep it in mind)

Locke certainly couldn't deny approaching the study under the pretext of "cleaning up," and headed towards Anglecomb.

"Accepted"

And I bowed my head.

"Master Arsen's protective equipment will be repaired here as ordered to thank you for your visit."

Once again, he dared to serve a bunch of "clichés" to his nose, and the good butler urged the Lord without touching the part where Pean was said to be "lowest".

The flow of Anglecomb's protective equipment, the servants who were snooping around here, was probably watching after Gloriosa "ripped open the sound" of Pean's magic.

With that in mind, the butler had said the words of Tsujitsu.

(I'm going to take my shirt off. It may not be possible, but it will be deceptive.

Lord, Regardless of your character, Deacon is really glad you did it)

(Oh, that really is.

I'm also a good assistant, so I really appreciate everything when I'm on your side)

Lord Robrow, in a tone of nature that flew telepathy toward the pean and away from "too bad a play," replied smoothly to his guests, as Anglecomb sounded rocky.

Just a little bit, Angletham was lurking his eyebrows again, feeling the nuances of "selling in".

Pean, to Anglecam. Gloriosa and the tall men reach the door of the courtyard.

(See you, Mr. Rock. Later.

At that time, I will also explain the "picture book")

As always but on the other hand, Angletham's words, which reached the butler telepathically, were gentle.

And the picture books the guests say are held by Gloriosa, and now they really just look like picture books.

(Really, I wonder what that picture book is.

Oh, more than that, we need to clean up.

Even though there is no sun until the start of the fountain)

When my four daughters locked me in, "I don't like the garden of flowers and vegetables, build something spilled in the garden!" I turned my luxurious self into my father, the lord.

But did Pean, his father and lord of the mansion, have any thoughts, "Well, let's build a fountain," he comfortably accepted and listened to his daughters' endurance.

That's what Pean said in a good mood, and the finances of the territory unfortunately demonstrated the "wise man" part, and Robrow can clearly afford the split that the other territories are screaming about.

"You can have about one" big deal "in the original plain, qualitatively built lord's mansion."

When I was alone with the Lady and the Deacon, I laughed having fun saying that.

When I saw the Lord's smile, Karin and I looked at each other and accidentally laughed at each other this time.

Just a little relaxed, the butler hacks.

(Anyway, after instructing you to clean up here, you have to clean up the study as well. I need to be busy)

Locke was only in a bit of a hurry.

Normally, if the Lord were to withdraw, he would not follow with his eyes until the door was completely closed.

Therefore, in order to rush the instructions for cleaning up the windows in the study that Gloriosa has crushed, I turn my back about half way closed.

While Gloriosa and Angletham are unaware, only the wise man sharpens his eyes, noticing that the picture book in the Guest's arm "glowed darkly" as if to "confirm something".

There was a small heartbeat, and looking back, I saw a slight gap in the door or the straight back of my over-faithful butler for a long time.

And the door leading into the courtyard closed without sound.

"Now let's go back to the study"

By the time I behave like a plain vegetarian in my mouth, the wonders and chest noise have subsided.

The sage, who had a habit of hardening when he concentrated, had stopped his legs once for "chest noise subsided".

(to me - no, is it also "trouble if the wise man is anxious"?)

I don't know who he is, and Pean stares lightly at the picture book his friend holds.

The two guests have a conversation with their gaze, their beautiful green eyes blinking a few degrees, their black eyes laying down once - Gloriosa, who has been with Pean for a long time, opens her mouth.

"Pean, what's wrong?

'Oh, no, I'm sorry. Shall we go?'

Gloriosa's picture book looked "dear" and was in his hands.

(- No way, dude. But)

Keeping in mind that the anxiety had not "disappeared" but had only been "hidden", Pean proceeded to his feet again.