Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Thanks to his wife, Pean notices "himself" doing a little hobby and people's bad things, such as "watching people's feelings of compassion and being amused by each other's difficulties".

That may be forgiven for an act in casual general routine or for the wise man Pean Vinegar, but it is not forgiven for Pean as a "lord".

As the head of the Vinegar family, who keeps a territory called Robrow from the country, he is "at liberty" to give it the time of the days of territorial protection and tranquillity, instead paying taxes for crops made from sweat.

The people who become such residents - "enjoying" Rock and Martha's troubled feelings - must not be lords.

(Thank you, Karin.

As a lord, I try to enjoy watching the troubled places of the people who are trusting me - I did the worst I could)

Returning so telepathically, his wife smiled as if she were relieved.

(... Sometimes I feel like joking, I don't know.

Imagine "joking" and we also know that lords sometimes make horrible faces.

But I also know that I always deal with the darkness of my heart in a proper "imaginary" sphere.

And it was the lord who taught me the horrors of darkness that I was likely to hold, and the "reluctance" and compassion that I needed, especially because I was close to him.

Today, I must have felt daunted when a waiting customer arrived or saw the fierce place of Master Gloriosa.

So the feeling of a lord who was always flirting and healing was also trying to cross the flirting realm.

Never mind)

Karin speaks and smiles gently again, believing that her husband, the lord, will read the feelings she speaks.

To that smile, "I enjoy watching people in need" I disappear.

(- You've just been helped today by Rock and Karin.)

Now instead of thinking together so that the compassionate ones don't have any trouble with each other, they "think" even more.

I compared the three of them to take my hands off my mouth and break the triplets.

- What should I do to people who believe in this territory?

In a room where everyone stays silent and falls into the sun through crippled paper, think further about what you can do best.

And draw conclusions.

- - Pean vinegar is good if it sounds like pean vinegar.

Think and act on people's feelings, but make sure to include your feelings in your actions as well.

Never say "acted for someone" at the end, etc.

It's all your fault, take it.

The first thing I saw since I made that decision was the second serial number I liked.

Martha stayed quiet, restless, and now she moved out again, daring not to start cleaning up as the lord told her, and it was almost over.

(Martha is probably confused by the way she treats the freshly sprouted "feelings of liking people")

Next, look at the locks that are starting to clean up the tools they were using to repair while not clarifying their response to Anglecam.

Behavior is tedious, but clearly, the complexion is unclear.

(Really brilliant, but I'm trying hard to keep it down with reason, bewildered by Gloriosa's harsh jealousy of why)

When Gloriosa made a statement to ask Martha out thinking about Rock, she was stared at by her best friend and looked strange.

Angletham is lightly annoyed by the lack of response from Locke and his buddy's bluntness.

When Gloriosa uses telepathy, she has severe headaches and cannot take the means to tell them in the dark.

It also looks sturdy, frustrated and troubled.

But actually, Gloriosa doesn't want to pee on Angletham either, but she wants to tell her that Rock doesn't feel comfortable with herself.

(Gloriosa realizes that Rock is conscious of trying to avoid it if he can.

Angletham hasn't noticed.

And I guess it's more "unimaginable" than that)

Rock is certain, and Gloriosa has a natural charisma that really attracts people.

The time since Anglecomb met is too short for Anglecomb to realize that those two don't fit.

- "Deacon representing the servant hates the dear guests of the lord".

I had spoken of such a story, and in case it spread to other servants, I was concerned about Gloriosa that Rock's rating would be lowered among the roblows.

And I want to make sure Rock doesn't have to worry about it, and I'm speaking to Martha, but I was sent a gaze to blame by my best friend who noticed it.

(I guess it's quicker for me to be "insane" as usual)

Without reading the air on the field, say whatever you think, so that you won't be able to get around...

(Suppose we pull the three of them away from the study for now?

Gloriosa wants to calm her down by letting herself calm down)

From time to time, Pean also understands that the inhabitants find themselves bewildered by the speed of their thinking pace.

I also knew repeatedly that it was giving the impression that I was a human being.

(Well, "Peen Vinegar" always says things without clapping.

Hopefully, I wanted to let Karin and Rock and Martha know beforehand before saying......

Even if I send telepathy to both of them at the same time, it is likely that the reaction will make Lord Angletham notice)

Especially now that I'm aware of what I'm trying to do, even if I'm taken into account, there's no obstacle, but if I could see fresh "reactions" anyway, I wanted to see Pean.

"In the meantime, shall I declare this one also on the basis of oligarchy shame?

Lord Anglekham Padrick.

I need to talk to you - or let me talk to you.

As Lord Robrow, I demand that you stay here for a few days instead of contacting the country about the "representative of the country's resistance" and the staff who came looking for it. "

―――

The harsh gaze that was toward Gloriosa, toward the pean, but the lord continued his words without worrying.

'Martha, make sure your guests "let" stay here for a few days, then hurry back and tell the kitchen about any upcoming meal changes.

Rock, when Lord Angletham is staying, the female servant leads to a rub.

You will take care of Lord Angletham for the rest of your stay.

Never behave in such a way as to be a disgrace to the Vinegar family, lest it be shown to Lord Anglecam Padrick.

- Don't let my face get dirty with that kind of mud any more '

"I'm awed, sir."

Consciously use the "Spirit of the Word", the art of the eastern kingdom, to exert pressure and command.

The studio air stretches further, and the weak wife who feels and sees the harsh side of her husband and the heavy-handed sound of her voice even looks a little breathless.

(Suman, Karin)

I briefly apologized to my wife between continuing the words, while maintaining a harsh look on her face.

(No, continue.

Me too, I don't know why, but I don't think Martha and Rock are wrong to leave the study once, do a job they're used to, and let down their feelings)

Pean continued his harsh words as he hid his joy in his heart in his wife's reply, which drew his "will".

"- The maids with the sentence don't have to give me a respite to fix my attitude again.

All of you, give them all time. '

Earlier, Rock had stopped the servants from disposing of only words to such an extent that they would be demoted from their work, which was the floral form of the maid.

But now the Lord speaks of dismissal.

Not long before I made any more predictions, and when Pean clearly said so, it was the butler who made the move first.

Silently and respectfully bow your head and lift the box with the tools you used to repair it.

And I looked straight at Martha, a fellow worker.

Let's go, Martha.

It is our duty to obey your husband's orders)

My colleague at work sent me telepathy, and I was confused at first, but I nodded immediately and held a set of tea that had been cleaned up.

Martha was almost the first time, Pean's harsh words, but what she said was very difficult for her feelings right now.

And Rock and Martha both "excuse me," the butler said on his behalf and left the study.

After the study door closes, Angletham opens his mouth.

"I take it away because I have relentlessly shamed the position that feeds the people's lives while behaving like a good, gentle lord of men.

If we don't talk about it, can we see it as a convenience to threaten the country with rewarding Gloriosa or me?

"Threaten lightly, but Lord Robrow wanted to speak to Lord Angletham Padrick, the Resistance's staff. If you tell me, the prospectus is close to success.

I'm just serious about firing you.

I'll admit that sex is great, but I can't admit as an employer that I despise my job and get the same foot as anyone else who works so hard. "

As he relaxed the air he was straining there, Pean raised his mouth angle, raised his arm a pair of eyebrows, and ni laughed.

"Well, if a man who ran into a sexual relationship really fell in love with Lord Angletham at first sight from his childhood masonry, he wouldn't even think about how to dispose of it."

The moment you hear this word of Peen, if you want to describe it, the "missing between" time passes.

At the same time as Gigg Anglecam stared at Gloriosa, Gloriosa ran away from that gaze and turned her head back to her best friend.

But Angletham grabs the brunette tied to the back of his best friend's head from the roots, "mundane," turns around with his strength, faces to face - and smiles.

"Gloriosa, even though you helped me, could you possibly even tell me about your niece Balsam?

Anglecam "stuffs" as she puts a little effort into her hand gripping her dark hair.

'No, when we get along, we'll talk about family and birth.

So, when it comes to my family, it's about my sister and my niece Balsam, so...

As a matter of fact, in the case of "Anglecomb's child's name" ("the name"), I gave the name before I even elaborated on the explanation, but even for Gloriosa, I was greatly surprised by Pean's mouth as if he knew the details.

Angletham, who has no such information, naturally mistakes Gloriosa for all the things she talks about (serving up) her niece and best friend.

"So, why is it that the Lord's Lordship intertwined with the story of love, making sense on the extension line," he was really the one I fell in love with at first sight from a very young age, "he intertwined?.

Can you speak to me with that simple, lucid head?

'There you are!!!!.

My nails are eating up my scalp!!.

Hair, lifting, pulling out, balding! '

'It's okay, because you are strong as a moron in your hair roots. Maybe.'

Karin, the first wife to see these fights in a fight that began in Russia, pulled her husband's coat in an annoying manner.

Pean also wanted to watch these guys fight each other for a while because they are rare, but since Gloriosa is teary-eyed and her arm is jittery, she decided to help early.

"Gloriosa told me about Miss Balsam earlier.

Well, I deduced a lot from what I heard, and in a way I camouflaged it, and it just felt like a big win '

Angletham still eats his fingers into the back of Gloriosa's head, but turns his face towards Pean, who is weakening his strength and laughing.

'So why don't you stop damaging the back of your head to Gloriosa?

I don't want to be the cause of the weird vultures that you want to serve in the future. "

"Who serves..."?

So Angletham, from the back of Gloriosa's head, let go of his hand.

(Tell the country you want to report to, say you want to serve in the future - where is your heart?)

While Angletham was thinking about it, Gloriosa relieved the long dark hair that had become a mojamoja because it was still grabbed with a small grunt.

Untying the strings that had tied her hair, Gloriosa retied them with her hands, but with a rather unfit finish.

Not really, so Pean sees his wife and opens her tease.

'- Karin, help him. A boulder?

Karin was also concerned enough to have a gentle bitter laugh at the finish of Gloriosa's hair.

'Yeah, I'm in awe. Lord, then.'

Karin smiled and stood up, going to Gloriosa's side and removing the jaw from her chest.

'Excuse me, Master Gloriosa. Can I borrow your string?

"Oh, Mistress. Sman.

If I had a mirror, I could do that myself. '

From Gloriosa's hand, the strings handed over were not compatible, but carefully braided from yarn to yarn and made.

Maybe it's from Trenia.

She smiles gently again and feels as if she has a big, successful son, and Karin straightens her hair through her black hair.

Finally, the string that had earlier deposited Gloriosa's hair was tied together so that it could flourish in the dark hair.

With Gloriosa's hair in order, she opens her mouth as Pean came up with it again.

"The development of Lord Angletham's protective equipment has also been largely completed.

There is no reason for Lord Anglekham to be on this land other than to really talk about it later.

But Gloriosa hasn't finished saying hello.

Your hair is in order, and you should still say goodbye to 50 friends.

Karin, Gloriosa is directional tone deaf, so give her a guide. '

Solemnly, the wise man proceeds to speak in order to be alone with the staff of the Resistance and the lord nobles of the province.

'The role of the guide, okay.

Then you're going to go outside, so you have to support a lot of things.

Before you do that, I'll clean it up gently. '

Karin replies honestly to what her husband says as she puts her chest down.

I went back to the place where I was doing the repairs I had done earlier, quietly handy, and cleaned up the sewing tools I used to repair Anglecomb.

In the first place, in lieu of the butler who is now absent, keep the Anglecomb protective gear near-finished neatly arranged.

I also notice these things with the usual locks, and I clean them up so that I can get ahead of myself.

Perhaps because Pean told me so strongly, Karin also knew that the butler was not calm where she was not sure that she would normally be.

I hope you feel better soon.

Keep it a little "clueless" and if the lock returns, make a "perfect" tidy gap.

I think myself that it was too much of a spin, but when he told me the first time I was "dependent on pean," I remembered the boy giving me a slightly frightened look about becoming a butler.

If it's true, Karin hopes only that a butler like her "brother" who wants to be beside her like a shadow of a pean can get back on track soon, but not now, feels like her sister.

"Lord, thank you for finishing the repair and locking"

"Oh, Karin had a fine needle job, too, thank you.

Bye, Gloriosa.

As a guide, I'd also like Karin's escort. '

'Okay. Lord Okfang, shall we? I'll take the box of sewing tools to the entrance of the room. "

'Thank you. Thank you, escort.'

Pean smiles in the back as Gloriosa and Karin try to follow the study naturally.

(Think of it as a rare sight for our territory in May regarding men and women...)

Unless it was the Lady Lordship who entertained the guests, it seemed unlikely in the first place on a land called Robrow.

As a job, men and women are divided and acted upon, so much so that they are divided and aligned in the morning meeting of the Lords' residence.

In the distant future, the idea of men and women lining up as "friends" like guests and wives even in this territory surprisingly crossed my mind.

When the door was quietly closed without being neglected by the lock while thinking about it, the lord turned his back toward the door.

'- The weather is nice today, and the horses will be able to use it if Gloriosa is with them.

But the number of people named fifty probably won't be able to get around today.

Well, we'll meet 20 people in the nursery in no time, but maybe the kids will just say, "Let's hang out for a day."

Pean shrugged as he stared at the window where the Japanese paper was affixed because the window glass was now broken, which was in the opposite position to the door.

I still think that the atmosphere of light over Japanese paper is good and I would like to set it up in a room somewhere sometime soon.

'- What does the Lord want to talk to me about the staff of the Resistance?

Angletham was asking with his arms and legs closed, not riding any of the things that would invite him to Peen's public discourse.

"It's time to be alone around the corner, you wouldn't even be in such a hurry, would you?

Angletham had a clearly disheartening look on Pean's words that only made him feel like he was kidding, wrinkling between his eyebrows.

'Haven't you ever been told by Rock that it's rude to give it back in questionable terms?.

Besides, if you put it in my position, you can't help but threaten Lord Robrow to say that time has been taken.

Then I just want to be brief because I don't need to use it effectively. '

(- Looks like Angletham has some "captivity" too.)

Is Gloriosa's founding army inspired by the motto that "skill is not as fast as awkwardness"?

Angletham opens his beautiful green eyes, which were closed to this word, and stares at the pean.

I can also see penance seeping through those green eyes.

'Gloriosa and his people are working hard.

If Lord Robrow feels that the action of the deciding army is fast but naive, it's just not the way I thought it would be. "

(See what this word means?)

"Sage" laughs niggardly.

I was actually just a little surprised that Pean could come up with the words in the literature that he was collecting as a wise man, as an exotic military law, and react to them.

(The wise men who took care of Gloriosa and the others really gave it away at all costs.)

And the words mentioned earlier by Angleka were also quite "sarcastic" to the person who is the staff of the deciding army.

Slow is not as fast as awkward.

"Slow" means good but slow to finish.

"Awkward speed" means not doing well but working fast.

If you use "not working" backwards, it means you should move things forward more quickly, even if you are not good, than if you are grumpy.

If the way Pean put it briefly, the way the determinants proceed with their peace is -

Staff Sergeant Angletham Padrick's strategy is to say, "It doesn't look good, but it only has the speed to produce results."

In the words in the literature, you said a far-fetched irony in a way, but Gloriosa's best friend, "smart," seemed to understand the meaning immediately if Pean had put it in his mouth.

I also know that Angletham Padrick has the ability to read and understand.

(Were there no fears that the wise men were hiding in their homeland to give Gloriosa, Angletham, and Trenia the wisdom and skill to leave?)

Sage thinks further as he does not escape his gaze and stares back at the staring youth.

Pean had a point where he thought that in giving "technology", including "knowledge," he had to carefully identify the person before giving it with care.

Lobo Lords and Wise Men, who see that as similar to drugs and poisons, refrained from teaching magic and knowledge, even when asked to do so, unless they really needed it for the greatest possible inhabitants.

In addition to that, I don't mind learning from myself, but I also think that I simply don't prefer technology or the idea of teaching you how to do it.

Without any effort, if you have "technique" in your hands, even though it is "technique" that is awesome, it is likely to lead to "complacency" on the part of dealing with it, which was also horrible.

Knowledge and technology depend on how you handle them, overconfident, grow, and make mistakes on the part of the person you handle, eventually disrupting the "world of people" on the part of the person you handle. Pean also knew that knowledge and technology that just had a big, horrible effect would be really great if only he was sure who he was dealing with.

- In the end, it puts responsibility and consequences on the "people" we deal with.

(At least the young men of the deciding army are not overconfident at all is the "wise eye" of the wise man who gave them the technique.

Aside from meeting, feelings as if against rivals bring in Pean's breasts to the wise man who gave wisdom and skill to the young men of the determined army who don't even know his name.

And Lord Robrow went on to say more after finding out that Angletham understood "irony".

"My staff, Lord Angletham, will talk later."

The people won't like a world that is disrupted everyday by weird policies as a reality story and restless.

And "good, polite, but slow pacifiers."

than

I can't deny that the people are asking for a "bad, but a resistance that will just smash up the current nasty kingdom".

In a territory where there is a clever lord like Robrow, or a land where there is no lord to control, who was the lord, he still manages to keep it relatively "everyday," but the others are doing quite a bit of damage.

In particular, I have actually been hearing stories about "honest and serene territories and lords" visibly coming to an end known as "unhappiness" towards the kingdom as lords. "

The result of "crushing both" in the form of a co-operative Lords and the Lords mingling with each other was coming around in a network between the newly appointed Lords as they began to happen in the country.

Pean, as a lord, was frustrated that, in a certain sense, it was becoming a tragedy in which all those who only wished to live their days in a steadfast and upright fashion were sacrificing themselves.

And when they manage to turn their wisdom around and also hear the inhabitants of the land who did not fall into the "trap" of policy still talk about the "crushed territories and the inhabitants," they begin to spread how they are unable to remain calm.

Even though the normal level of daily security was somewhat worse, I was contacted.

(This doesn't even look like a serious, strangling method)

It brilliantly incites anxiety among the people of the country.

When I thought about it, Angletham slowly opened his mouth without diverting his gaze from the pean.

'As the Lord says, it is a fact that the deciding armies - relying on my devised measures - are in a hurry for peace in the country.

Sometimes I'm worried about my country, but I admit it's even after what happened within my peers. "

The Determining Army staff acknowledged what was said in the "talks" with Lordship Robrow, which began to be threatened.

Can't you admit that it's a "naive measure"?

Consciously and unwillingly. In so doing, Angletham again gave a remorseful look and chewed his shapely lips hard.

But it seems regrettable, but the wonder and the feeling of "anger" there is hardly equal.

The wise man felt the cleanliness in Angletham Padrick when he felt remorse that had been derogatory, but did not show the colour of anger on his face.

(The phrase "ploy, drown in measures" seems irrelevant to Lord Angletham)

The sticky look of a beautiful man's floating "regret" is delightful and dependable to the wise.

(I always wonder if there are any better measures than the ones I've worked out. Are you saying you haven't given up on what you're doing and what you think you can do?

"I don't regret being denied the measures I've thought of, but I regret not being able to come up with any more than the measures I'm taking right now."

The remorse that Angletham is floating about is for himself.

Peen Vinegar smiled, plucking "meanness" out of his eyes.

That pean smile only seems invincible to Angletham today, who called his measures "naive".

Therefore, the next word of Lordship Robrow will come as a great surprise.

"But Angletham Padrick's departure was the second son of a concubine farmer who had difficulty having ambition, and yet the heart's roots, which were not twisted or obstinate, deserved respect and admiration, privately.

Between farmers' tasks accompanied by a rush, with the help of friends, learning from the sage of hiding, training their minds and minds, deducing from the situation of joining the deciding army, I guess the assessment that the "measures" we are taking are "well done" is really reasonable. "

That much said, staring at Lord Robrow, whose lips were biting off and whose beauty still only seemed "invincible".

(I can't tell if this person named Pean Vinegar is praising or denigrating someone named me)

Anglecomb thinks even more of what he is smiling calmly when he tries it to be a pean, while he still seems to be smiling uncomfortably.

(Maybe this person has more information than Gloriosa has spoken to the public)

Earlier, Angletham thought that saying "information comes in" was probably something like an information network between nobles working as lords.

But even though there is an information network, "that's all" and now it's harder to find something the country doesn't know. Although a member of the determinants, it originally started in a rural village on the edge of the country.

Then Father Barrota joins his crew, and "Julian Zaheto, brother of guns" shrinks the activities of the determinants to "four" due to the events that led him to leave his members.

I didn't originally even intend to create a large organization, but if I didn't make up just the truly trustworthy - the "strong" - I just listened to it again, but there will be another "tragedy" like it was Father Barrota's village.

Angletham, who feared it, dismantles the "Determined Army", which was about to become a platoon after discussing it with Gloriosa.

The activities from then on are really carried out by four "elite minorities", and even if the "names of the determinants" are known, detailed information on Gloriosa, Anglecam, Trenia and Barrota is no longer available to the public.

(- That's supposed to be it?)

Beginning with an earlier Balsam story, Pean's rhetoric, as he even knew the inner details behind it, had given Angletham real confusion.

However, while we were given confusion, I also remember feeling the experience of being seen through our feelings and actions in this way - "similar feelings" somewhere.

But the lord calls my measures "naive."

Looking inside for "memory," Angletham explores Lord Robrow's sincerity.

'Right. As a "wise man," I must say that this is a naive place for staff members who tend to give priority to "post-peace" matters.

But as an exchanger, he says it's great to think about what's going on while pushing forward his activities as a determinant. '

- Are you saying you're a wise man?

It doesn't matter if you are despised and praised.

But the memory of the senses was clearer.

- Well, as a "sage," I'm a newcomer.

Angletham can finally think that Pean's floating grin, also a "sage", is "calm" from the invincible.

My life was a thought-provoking, multi-sensed boyhood, even when I was whispered around and even my family sounded like an "affair".

Blessed were my bright friends, and stealing more people was helping me with my work.

Though I was "thankful," there was a time when I resented, secluded, and seemed jealous that even such sweet friends had "free time" but they didn't have it.

My friends use their free time to help me, but the smart boy is the same age. How could I be so frustrated when I realized that I didn't have free time after being chased to agricultural work?

And the more Anglecomb grew and the workforce rose, the more jobs he had to put on top of it.

Of course, with it, "best friends" were growing up and helping out in the shadows, so much better than they were when they were kids.

I was delighted to have time to read my favorite book, even if I could secure it that way, but this time I started thinking a little miserably about it.

My sweet best friend introduced me when I was about to be depressed by such a negative dilemma - someone who "helped" was a wise man to hide in their village at some point unknown age.

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

You seem to like books very much, so you just have to "make time" to hang out with them. "

Along with those words, I taught Angletham how to really "make time" and let him make "time" first and foremost.

Wrote me a letter to my parents saying, "This child would also be useful as a labor force, but if I could also use magic to go with it, it would be useful for Padrick Farm," and they told me to give it to them.

As a further push, I'm supposed to be in a position to be hiding, but I came all the way to the house to convince my parents.

After persuasion, my parents give Angletham some time to say, "If Lord Sage tells me that he has a gift of qualities".

Sage selects the "wisdom" that Angletham Padrick is likely to need and gives him the right knowledge at all costs.

And this is about Gloriosa laying low, but her parents were actually consulting with the wise when they asked her to "give up" Anglecam as royal's own squire with "gold".

In particular, the mother had raised Angletham, a second son who could also use the magic, wisdom and effort that the husband had given birth to the woman he had surrounded, if he was a smallholder but could all have been an assistant to his eldest son.

But I was honestly confused and shaken by the amount of money that the king's common son would give out.

The father didn't say anything in particular, as if he had come with an escort.

Angletham himself was truly surprised but pleased that Gloriosa was freeing herself with gold.

But I also thanked the "family" who raised me, so I felt like I was going to obey them if the raising parents said no.

Despite the fact that I was the only one with an outer stomach, there was nothing particularly friendly about it, but obvious frustration and so on were not at all among a large number of families.

There may have been a background where farmers were so busy working that they simply didn't have time to do that.

However, when I was young, my eldest son also had a slightly arrogant bare gesture, but I remember having him taken care of.

And I also took care of my brother and sister together, who were not hardworking and only half of whom had no connection to the house.

Even now that he had grown up, his eldest son showed arrogance, but he realized that he had given the wise man time to learn from other smallholder farmers.

Because my appearance was too neat and different from my appearance, I tried to act cold so that no rubbing would occur, and I was sure that I would only do my job.

Gloriosa and others are simple, so I laughed bitterly at the fact that some parts of me had taken my brother somewhat badly behaving arrogantly.

But Angletham, given the opportunity to learn from the wise, had been able to find his eldest brother to be a brother, struggling.

He also enjoys and lives with a sense of infirmity that he "has no choice but to be the eldest son of a farmer".

(Maybe the good thing about giving up is that it resembles "father" as a brother, "brother")

Learning and being able to extrapolate people's feelings, disrupting emotions with first-born sons, second-degree sons, sons of real wives, concubines and "useless" values was completely gone for Angletham by the end of adolescence.

So eventually, when Gloriosa offered 60% of her property and said she wanted Anglecam, I was really surprised that her parents, especially her mother, who had no blood connection, hesitated.

- For the first time in my life, I felt like I was worth it.

It was about Gloriosa's money, but it also included her parents' hesitation.

If you offered him more than half of Gloriosa's fortune, his parents - especially a mother with no blood connection - thought Angletham to be "banished" from the Padricks.

So I was glad that even a few "parents" were lost about letting themselves go.

Angletham made me realize for the first time in my life that I was feeling so much that I could be lost even slightly.

And "consequently", Anglecomb is freed from the position of second son of a farmer.

If the wise man gave advice that he would be better off with money now than he would be on the farm, for his eldest son, and for Angletham, who would inherit the trace, he would follow it.

If Anglecomb says in time to join the deciding army, it must be short.

- Gloriosa, who decided to do so, looked royal, visited the Padricks and offered to have Anglecam as his squire.

"I can't get back to you right away. I'll get back to you, please wait"

and first return the gloriosa that I had in mind about my son's friend of the same age, and that day I recall my second son, who was out in the field just like the small farmers around him.

Immediately, my father and stepmother, accompanied by Angletham, ask and consult the cave, the residence of the wise man who naps as usual.

The consultation itself was over before the evening, and it was only before sundown that I replied to Gloriosa, so it was a very fast one.

So from a side view, my father and stepmother had no choice but to misunderstand that I had "lightly removed Anglecomb with gold".

(Gloriosa or so, let's tell the truth)

- I bought a new book, why don't you stop by and read it.

At the end of the consultation, that's what the wise man called Angletham, who tries to go back with his parents thinking about it.

My father snorts silently and just nods at Anglecomb.

Angletham also nodded quietly when he found that his oligarchy father's nodding in that way was saying "obey the wise man".

After confirming his snorting son, his mother-in-law followed him after his father without saying anything and left the cave.

- So shall we go to the hole that's serving the book?

After confirming that Anglecomb's parents were leaving, the wise man began to move on to the room where he was wrapping his hands around the back of his head and wrapping a book of caves.

Staring behind it, questions inadvertently arose inside Anglecam.

(Thinking about it, are parents also "circumstances that must be obeyed" by Lord Sage?)

Angletham also understands the logic of consulting experienced and smart people when they cannot make a decision.

However, this is how his parents and sages "consult" also felt as if they were "leaving Angletham's treatment of the crossroads of life to the wise".

Sage people often hear stories about how adults in the village rely on something or solve consultation matters, so maybe it wasn't supposed to be a "strange thing".

Just someone named his "father" who cuts up the area's leading big farm, for better or worse, a "one-man".

(Is it because my father, Gloriosa, the royal family, came to pull Angletham out with his squire, to consult the wise man with his stepmother?)

When the question that has arisen has become a definite form and word in Anglecam, it is called upon by its wise man.

- Anglecomb, don't stop. Come on. I guess I'll go home today and get ready for tomorrow or something.

It was as if Anglecomb had waited until he had shaped the doubt for sure.

Excuse me, say a word. Angletham later proceeds to the pit where many books are piled up that insist on "library room".

The only way to proceed to the cave was to block the outside and the world, and the lights were provided with candle lights that would light up if the sage played his finger every time he went some way.

Eventually we get to the "library", which Anglecomb is quite used to seeing.

- You better not tell Gloriosa what happened at noon today.

Taking the newly acquired book, the sage opens his mouth gradually, as he anticipated what Anglecomb had thought earlier, as he opened it to see what was in it.

Sometimes things were different, and the sage talked about the vibrant atmosphere.

Gloriosa is a "person" who seems to have no detention and cares more about his family than anyone else.

If Angletham finds out he's not born the way Gloriosa thinks he is.

If you understand that not doing well with your family is a misconception, Gloriosa will not make Angletham Padrick's place in the deciding army. "

Angletham was surprised by the words spoken heavily by a wise man who spoke in a mild tone, always unpunished by everything.

And I also realized that what the wise man tells me is the "truth".

"If you don't want to follow Gloriosa, you can talk about what happened earlier.

So the story of Angletham, the excellent second son of the farmer, being pulled out by Gloriosa, the king's bastard son, as a squire in gold, becomes "broken".

Do you think so?

To the words, I immediately shook my head to the left and right.

- No, I'm good enough for just the slightest or lost thing when I compare my parents to my enormous amount of money.

The word "thin love" may also apply, but I really "got lost," that's all, if I tried Angletham, it would have set a line between my feelings for the parents I raised.

- More than that, I was tempted to challenge Gloriosa to do what she wanted to do when she paid Gloriosa a lot of money as consideration for freeing me from taxes, the people's blood taxes.

I was interested in what I had learned and wanted to see how far it "could be used for the good of my country".

But before we do that, we have to do the "big job" of stabilizing the country.

What I wanted to try was something I couldn't work on unless I did the "big job".

Fortunately, I don't have the power to fight Gloriosa either.

And we know that Gloriosa doesn't like it, and maybe he wants Angletham to make up for the "magic" and "wit" that he doesn't like.

Anglecomb is serious.

But seriously, I love it when I'm not ashamed at all. "

The candle flames were shaking when I thought the sage and the shadow of Anglecomb, who said such a thing back to the light tone, had shaken a little.

If Angletham sees the wise, he's still laughing at the book.

(The flames you're wearing with your feelings and magic are connected, right?)

If you put it in your mouth, even if you're smart enough to be flattered by the National Army, I'll start with Gloriosa, "now" put Julian in three.

These three will take some time, but I'm sure they can.

Either way... "

In the healing of the wobble, the wise man clouded his words only at the end, after telling him to assure him.

- Did Gloriosa talk to Lord Sage about anything?.

A wise man shook his head full for this.

"No. That boy doesn't talk to me, but he's a" wise man in this country ".

If I were to, I wonder if it would be Julian.

Whether you make a decision or not, you think for yourself, you decide for yourself, you're moving for yourself.

"No wise man will come to the king."

The last words were unconnected to any previous conversation, and Angletham was unusual against the wise, wrinkling between his eyebrows and lurking his eyebrows.

-?. What do you mean by the words said to the last one?.

In a way, he also asks questions in his mouth to a wise man who also has more respect than his blood-connected father.

In a room where only the candle lights would light up, the sage looked up at the brown-skinned youth green eyes that had overtaken his back in the past few years.

When this happened, Gloriosa was saved by "I hate magic."

I don't answer Anglecomb's question, I create a vibrant atmosphere again, and I keep talking.

"If Gloriosa had accepted her talent for magic, she might have remembered the art of reading her mind, which is now advanced magic.

If he was wearing it, he would surely peek into Anglecomb's heart trying to pull him through as a companion.

And if you find out what Angletham feels like right now, Gloriosa will never let you go to war until you split up your family, whether you want to or not.

Even if Angletham himself volunteered. "

Smile lightly, and the sage goes on to say even more.

"Then the beginning might have become two" decision-makers. "

If it's possible and impossible, it's possible, but time for people is limited.

You give Julian a weapon called a gun, but you don't spend the rest of your life doing what you can. "

When a wise man talks for a long time, Angletham says, "I don't want to talk about details." He says, "I don't want to talk about details."

Even if this expression of intent is not conveyed to others, the wise man cleverly brings up the topic one after the other.

And at some point Angletham had seen it many times, so he gave up the pursuit of the earlier words.

Anglecomb is sweet.

Close the book you were taught, and stare at a very diligent young man like no other.

- Seriously, even if I am praised for being gentle, I am sorry that I cannot repay His Holiness the Sage anything.

Thanks to his neat appearance, he had taken the gaze of a wise man, even though he was only slightly illuminated by the beauty of being accustomed to being stared at.

Angletham then replies with certainty to the words directed at him.

"Rude. I have never meant to burn extra care for the uplifting teenagers to repay or thank you for this!

To that reply, in a somewhat playful manner of anger, he set his arm while holding the book. The wise man hunched his nose.

The candle flame also rocked slightly larger as if to go with it.

- I'm sorry about that.

But I know a hundred people aren't serious and angry, so Angletham puts his real smile on his face that he also looks troubled only by someone very close to him.

Then I squeezed my neat face tight and made it tough on my beautiful green eyes.

- From now on, you won't be able to ask Lord Sage this often anymore.

My chest aches a little when I think about the fact that there is nothing left to return in the evening the book that I was loaned in the morning during the last four seasons because it is "the second son of a farmer who was advanced in learning by the wise man".

The feeling of loneliness (Shigeru), when such an exchange suddenly struck me while saying that I braced my stomach with stern eyes, inadvertently burst into Angletham's mind.

The sage hiding in this countryside had given him the pleasure of reaching out equally for opportunities to "learn and grow" if he wanted and had the will.

Angletham knows he's just one of them, but the presence of the wise was truly appreciated.

Close to the year, friends of the same sex who can do it, and gentle heterosexual friends of the caretaker grill, but Angletham believes that it is only with the presence of sage that we can continue to be friends in this way with them.

The books he spared no effort in lending gave Angletham the ability to "think".

If a wise man hadn't visited this village, he would have become a headstrong man with only a wealth of knowledge, I thought to myself.

I also think that I just had knowledge and didn't know how dumb it was to not know how to use it.

The wise man closed his eyelids once hard to prevent Angletham from seeing him, looking "lonely".

As with Angletham, I realize that it is a shame that a wise man who thinks that his "love" is thin is able to have less conversations with a "well-made godchild" in a way that can be heard lightly in this way.

Every time Gloriosa's sister says something that separates her from her actions, she's going to come back and report it.

Sage decides to give the name of someone who is likely to "scream" that he will have less time to meet Angletham than he does to mislead the "spare time" he will not see.

"And if you don't, that pretty lady over there will kick your ass in the ass with" Uncle Gloriosa taking Anglecam. "

So, as Angletham said, it's not often, but we'll see each other again. "

Angletham rides the story he put out for the delusion of the wise.

It was hard on Anglecam to always look like a bright, unusual sage.

- Balsam won't do such a grandmother thing. At least not in front of Angletham Padrick.

As for my best friend's adorable niece, now the sage was laughing when she said such a word on the careful knowledge of the commission.

Then I handed Angletham the book I was moaning.

Apparently, he really wanted to give me the book, not just for the pretext we talked about.

But the book was a manner-book like a girl just about the age of Balsam, for women - one way or the other, young girls.

- Give me this? Is?.

"Anglecomb will understand manners if you read them already, but if you don't" read them to me "to the boy you're going to" king "now, you won't understand.

If the time is right, by the time Gloriosa understands all the contents of the book, isn't "flat" made?.

And parallel to that, Angletham would have done "what he wanted to do."

I wonder if the people of the country can safely be prepared under "a country that pays taxes"?

- Lord Sage, I haven't even officially entered my people yet.

- Besides, it's not easy to do what you're about to do.

"If Gloriosa is king, do what you can, Angletham, do what you want."

Blocked from words along the way, the wise communicate their words to their godchildren.

I believe that the country you aspire to have your best friend as king will be a good country.

Keeping Anglecomb's words down, the wise keep their words to encourage "godchildren"

It sounded as if the words of farewell were too.

(Oh, no. Until we're done, it's really time to say goodbye, Sage.)

If he leaves this cave, Angletham must already go home and make his way to Gloriosa.

If Gloriosa pulled Angletham out as a squire with gold and started acting with him in the near future, the moment he caved out, he would no longer be in the "second son of a diligent farmer" position in the world.

- As the position of the "King's Wise Men" today, you can "speak of the country's stupidity" to the second son of the farmer, but you must not "lead the country to strife" to the youth who will be the resistance.

As much as I could think of, the wise man seemed to foresee that it was attached to the "goddaughter", and he grinned lightly and looked up at the green eyes that likened the village daughters to a jewel.

"Yes, Anglecomb.

If you want to give back, just one thing. "

Without answering the question, he suddenly returned to his usual mild tone and tonned around Angletham's left shoulder blade with his index finger.

- If it's what I can do, go ahead.

Angletham nods as he stares at his poked fingertips and puts the handed mannerbook on his chest.

Don't hesitate, then.

He poked when he heard his godson's "euphoria," and took off his finger and put his arms around him again.

"If the Sage were involved in some form of cooperation in the resistance of the founding armies created by Boy, I want you to accept him even if he is unfaithful and annoyed."

- Is there any chance that Sage will cooperate with what Gloriosa is trying to do?

Though I was greatly surprised by the fact that the sage would work together, the person in whose mouth he spoke had created an atmosphere that seemed to foresee something.

The way it looks is not about magical talent, but about looking ahead with experience and knowledge, making me feel that way strongly.

"Few of them, including me, have ever since tried to be" wise men. "

If I ran into an "edge" and I stuck with what I wanted to do, what I wanted to know, that kind of thing, I'd be a "sage" in disintegration. "

- Isn't that what makes it your "will"?.

When my godson asks me that, the wise man continues his words smoothly.

"I asked the" country "to forgive me for leaving the King's capital and allowing talented children in the countryside to sprout their talents as wise men.

But I'm not allowed to talk about politics with people who have become resistance. "

Again, Angletham noticed that a far-flung expression of intent to "not want to go into details" had begun.

- Okay. Well, thank you for the book.

- Sure, you should get used to Gloriosa from about this.

Talking to a wise man about his country can be done in case you think about it.

- If "peers" agree with what Gloriosa is trying to do, I swear to you, as advised, that I will accept it.

Angletham, with his hands on the chest where the book he had deposited was being punished, swore to the wise, in the light of the swinging flames.

- Okay, excuse me. As Lord Sage said, there is a branch.

"Everything I have given you has been created and transferred as" human resources likely to lead to the development of the country. "

When something happens, just assume you've got the sage round.

If you treated me like a sage of the Dungeons, I'd appreciate it if my face was crushed.

Eh, Angletham accidentally laughed out loud at the wise man who deliberately "misused" the word and stretched his chest.

- Lord Sage, you're a sage no matter how far you go.

- Okay, that's what I'll touch around with regard to my weapons.

Perhaps even with regard to Julian's "weapons," a wise man is spreading cod himself in some way.

- Well, I hope it's a good win until we meet again.

He was a "goddaughter" in a courtesy, and the boy left the library.

The wise man is planting himself in a cave, putting his "mind" around the spiritual stone, making sure that Angletham has left completely before reaching for a certain "collection of paintings".

Is this it? "Crossandra Sunflower."

I opened a page with a collection of paintings that his daughter had brought back to the King's Capital with her "lover", which inspired me to become a "wise man".

There is no "goddess of the earth" on that page and only two are depicted: angels and travellers.

Even wearing a coat from his head, he could tell it was scratched, with a traveler with tinted hair falling over his bow.

And an angel with twelve feathers on his back, with golden hair and empty eyes, reaching out to the traveller.

"The creation of this world is being built."

With his fingers glimpsed into the paintings of such a collection, the wise man closed his eyes and at the same time all the candle lights in the cave where he would live had gone out.