Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

The man regained consciousness with what appeared to be a "second hand sound" of a clock coming into his ear.

My vision is dark, so I can tell I'm closing my eyes.

And I realized that my posture was a feeling of my body, "kneeling on one knee."

I know the "name" of the behavior of the object or situation, but it doesn't come out about me.

But my heart complained wonderfully, "Don't rush," and there was nothing I could do.

That's how, in general, if you "unfaithfully" survive a state that is likely to be crushed by anxiety, then in a man, "yourself" returns easily.

(- I'm, my name is "Pean Vinegar".

Robrow - the role of ruling the territory on the western edge of the kingdom called Selisanceum - met a collection of paintings, which also made him a "wise man".

In the process, I met Rock, who became a butler, and married Karin, my pardoned wife, who had decided from an early age, and had six children)

If you keep your eyes closed for a while and pull one reminder after the other out of your head, Pean Vinegar stacks it up like a brick overlay to get an idea of what's going on.

Eventually, there was some tidiness in my mind about the information about me.

That way, if Pean gradually opened his eyes, what would enter his eyes was his own body, crouched and on one knee, as he had imagined.

(So, why am I in the bedroom right now?)

And apparently a lot of magic and strength is wasted)

With his magic falling out and his big, fatigued body, Pean wore a red and black coat over his bedroom that his dear wife and butler had fixed for him, kneeling in his bedroom.

I try to stand up slowly, but with a light glare, I hold my forehead by accident with my right hand.

If you look at the clock that you are trying to pinch into the wall, it will be a few hours from when you remember, and it will be time to worship the East Cloud (Shinobu) in less than two hours.

I try to remember, but it didn't work, to follow a thinner, more delicate thread than the spider spins out the last memory.

(- No, I don't remember)

After carrying a lock in the guest's room, he gets confectionery from the kitchen and tells his wife to join the battalion...

From there it becomes "blank".

The smart man immediately noticed that the blanks were neglected.

I've never had the experience of getting drunk or losing my memory.

However, it is clear that "this condition" did not feel very good either.

(- The body has no pain that is tired but "hurt")

Still, to confirm, Pean saw his palms closest to him at the beginning of the hand, but "one finger" was not scratched.

Tired tiredness, predominantly due to the loss of magic, was nowhere in the body, overall laziness but pain.

(This means that maybe it was about me, so I left it to the momentum of curiosity to Rock to scold me and experiment with massive amounts of magic that Karin would worry about?

So, I've made some kind of mistake and this is how I don't remember -?)

I tilted my grey head as my beard put my hand on my extended jaw for a few moments.

I don't remember the last few hours, but if I remember "I did an experiment in witchcraft that I did so that I wouldn't leave any evidence in silence because I was going to worry," there's a hint in the pean.

Recently, if witchcraft was used significantly, there was a memory of a man who suddenly appeared in Robrow as the leader of the resistance and who fought so much (commonly referred to as death fights) that he could no longer stand on his own after the battle.

That's how half of the "secret experiments that I couldn't do" were supposed to be spotted by good butlers and preached to them while they gave me a hand.

Most of the causes that were spotted were not "aftermath" that I would have noticed if I had been careful.

Have you ever missed the end of the story this time?

Though I felt it was unusual for me, I carefully looked around the room first.

In the darkness, I couldn't find such a "bad and bad thing".

(If I hadn't lost my memory, I wouldn't be acting like this)

With a bitter laugh on his face, he plays his finger in his usual condition with his pussy and right hand finger.

'Hmm?'

Lightly at my fingertips - I felt particularly uncomfortable with my index finger.

The dimly lit room brightened at once, staring at his fingertips in it.

Do you mean to use your fingers to experiment with magic in a forgotten memory?

But when I play my fingertips like this and use magic, it's mostly for fighting, and I don't use it for experiments.

(… I fought something?)

- And probably "lost".

"Chip."

Along with his grand tongue pounding, the wise man had embraced the feeling that he had "lost" to something.

Even though I have no memory at all, the fatigue of the flesh and the lack of magic, if I lost any battle, would explain it, and I had a convincing self.

(I could beat that god, Lord Gloriosa, but I lost against what?)

Besides, I don't have any specific memories of that.

The head of the grey hair was raised with uncomfortable fingertips.

'... after the battle, I plucked my memory.

I'm guessing that means you fought the kind of action you could take. "

Sometimes I experimentally summoned aggressive exotic spirits and fairies that seemed like relentless novels if Rock found out.

Even if I ever get hurt, I've never done anything that would leave me annoyed.

I guess if I got the information I wanted, I sent it back firmly to the original world where the spirits and fairies were, and if I were to sit down, I apologize, but I didn't have it.

With that background, in the pean, whatever it was, I wasn't going to win or lose the result, and I wasn't going to be bound by the "win or lose" thing.

But when confronted with this sense of "losing," it makes me angry for a wise man.

'Hmm?. Wait?'

But there I remembered the "character" of a man named Pean Vinegar.

(Even if I lost, did I have the personality to back down there?.

Besides, you don't have the honest personality to challenge a battle that you can predict losing, do you?)

What is not good about character is that the lord, who knows himself well, leans his head again and thinks.

I know it's a curious thing to go into, but I also know it's a "species of life."

To calm down once now, breathe deeply out of your nose and out of your mouth.

He that fights and runs away may live to fight another day.

(Those who fight and flee have the opportunity to survive and fight again another day) '

He looked in the brightened room with an exotic adage in his mouth, even making it one of his creeds.

(If I were to,

♪ I don't have to win ♪

However,

♪ I don't even think my opponent could have won a fight ♪

Because I would carry it over to you...... whoa?!)

When the room was brighter, Peane opened her eyes wide and noticed the "change in the room before she lost her memory", which was difficult to understand when it was dim.

This is how I discover that not so far from where I'm sitting, after a seep not much different from the red and black coat I'm wrapped around, falls on the carpet in my bedroom.

I noticed that "my own blood" was scattered in the vicinity where I was sitting, though slightly.

And if I remembered my "personality" even more, I was trying to stand back, now, from where I was standing, backwards and off my legs.

'Hmm, looks like you've done a bad scratch after all.

The boulder is just as flirtatious a lord as his wife and butler. "

Huhun, and laughing with his nose, the wise man gives out words to "praise" himself before he loses his memory.

To take a bath, under the oval footprint of the exotic grass footwear I was wearing, I can see that it was originally blood, this one had quite a large red and black stain.

"" I ", in anticipation of losing, still kept quite a bit of insurance.

So, I guess "last" means I stepped on it so they wouldn't find this blood trail. "

Now in the brightened room, I stared carefully at the tip of my index finger again.

This one, too, had a larger scar that I don't remember seeing in my fingerprints drawing the ellipse multiple times, as a line.

It's not like I've lived for more than three decades and have never injured my fingertips, but I don't recall any injuries that would leave scars this way.

"The opponent politely blocked the bleeding from noticing the" lost pean "to the wound... treated?

Still floating one after the other, "Events of Possibility Before Losing Memory" Invert the thoughts in yourself over and over again and the wise ponder.

Then, the reason for being "treated" was very elusive, and the wise man carved a wrinkle between his brows.

However, "you don't have to think about it now" whispers in a hustle, so I move my thoughts to "insurance".

(I bled out, "Insured," I remember... "Sucked it.")

Among the various expressions lost, taken away, taken, the expression "sucked" the memory is naturally familiar.

(It's reasonable to assume that the memory is "stored" somewhere.)

Then I stripped my memory again and tried to remember something, but I stopped immediately and scratched my head galloping.

'It doesn't matter how much you think, because your memory sucks and it's not in me.

First, is it quicker to try '

The pussy and the newly made scar will play the fingers again, dimming the room again.

"Come, spirits of darkness who invite you to sleep and rest.

Respond to my call and reveal yourself from the darkness of the shadows that bear witness to my existence. "

Towards the darkness, which I have ever been as distant as possible, which I know but only remember to meet with elementary spiritual art, I call upon.

Even this, and if it was as Pean remembered it, the spirits in it that were not good were supposed to be "unresponsive", either Ningro, who had never been heavily involved.

But out of his own shadow, even in the dim darkness, at incredible speed, but also in the form of the most intimate shadow magician, the Spirit of Darkness appeared before the pean.

As if, the caller is mildly surprised by the spirit of darkness, who appeared to express the will of subordination to the pean.

Peen mouths his thoughts as he looks at the Spirit of Darkness dyed, appearing on the same footing as himself in front of him.

'The fact that you made it as if you cared and embodied your figure this way until you showed up...

I guess I've been able to negotiate with the Spirit of Darkness for a short time with a rather forceful means. "

The last thing I remember in my engagement with the dark spirits of the wise man is when I try to take in my precious butler, when I step on him, I push him back.

In a way, it's the only thing that handled the fight over.

When it comes to spirits on the other hand, even though some sensations and concepts are different from people's, they have been subdued in ways that they feel "earlier" forcefully and cruelly.

- I remember firmly the fear of being forced to fix the embodied place by the blood of a wise man and slapped off his neck in the shape of a serpent, so attitude becomes a special victory.

Pean, who doesn't even remember fine dust from such a thing, was somewhat bewildered by the too honest attitude of the Dark Spirit, but he was grateful to react immediately, so asks quickly.

"Shall I tell you what I've learned?"

As always, too soon to switch, the wise man asked the Spirit of Darkness with a flamboyant smile in such a condition that a person would learn to bewilder.

Breathe, close your eyes, and use the slightest amount of magic left to adapt to the spiritual arts. Pean switches his "vision" while remaining closed.

In addition, the Spirit of Darkness told us the type of technique he wore, so that we could only welcome the "darkness", so that we could whisper to the wise men who would certainly perceive us.

"Peeping Kimil in the Heart of Man.

You Ga Wu La Servant Shite Aida Sita Technique (SBE).

Abyss II Cite Difficult Namono, Tada 1 Tsunomi "

Listen to the contents of the technique that you diligently communicated to me as a spirit, using a single word of "man's word".

"Thank you so much for being here."

I thanked him briefly and opened my eyes thinly with my hands on my hips.

(I have only met one dark spiritual technique, which is a noble technique, but not suitable for combat.

Me and Darkness are inherently incompatible, so if you were to use a technique involving Darkness in any case, you would inevitably waste your magic)

I bounced my fingers patchy again and set up to return the Dark Spirit to the world he was in before realizing something.

'Whoa, yeah.

You may not be compatible, but don't forget to be polite. '

From his chilling appearance, he rested it on a pompous, fist-spreading palm in a manner that returned to his usual floating condition.

"Maybe it's about the Lock of the Sure."

Daddy papped as he gave the butler's name on a similar study to the nose, and the sage began to look for something with his hand in the pocket of his red and black coat and where he was named.

For the sake of the Lord, who often comes up with themes to randomly study, and who performs sorcery and spirituality, the Deacon had planted and prepared every day something that would be useful in the tailoring worn by the wise man.

It varied from a notebook with a pen, to a small knife, to a handkerchief or small bag to deliver what was collected.

'Oh, I knew it. That's rock. "'

That's how I searched this time, it comes out with the sound of jalali.

What the wise man took out was a bag of velods, often used in spiritual art as a "token of gratitude", unpolished, packed with small grains of natural ore.

Loosen the string that binds the mouth of the bag and look for the ore that has long fingers around it.

'Hold on, hold on. Sure enough, the guy who likes the Dark Spirit the most...... oh, there it is, there it is'

Ore with purple colour had been picked at the tip of the long finger of the pean.

"Surely, the Dark Spirit loved purple crystals (amethysts) the most.

It may not be compatible with me, but please keep it up when you use the technique. "

I put it on my thumbnail, played it like a cointos, and dropped it into my own shadow where the Spirit of Darkness was lurking.

The purple crystal, which then bounced off and fell on the carpet, had no fallen sound at all and had been sucked into the shadow darkness to be sucked in.

The Spirit of Darkness returned to "our world" with great joy for the purple crystal, a "testament of gratitude" thrown from an unexpectedly excited pean.

If you dropped him off going back, the sage reckons as he fixes the bag with the ore in his coat pocket.

'Well, then how does it hit the question,' Pean wore dark spirituality that he thought was incompatible and unnecessary except for knowledge '... ugh'

Here in the pean stood the glitch again.

Faced, I picked the area between my eyebrows with my fingertips and rubbed them.

(This is also a glitch because of the lack of magic, but apparently it is also a mild nutritional deficiency?)

'Is there anything I can say to you...'

That's how I squeal, looking over at the dimming bedroom.

Then a trolley to carry the night meal finds it in the corner of the room and proceeds to walk there.

"Something, I hope it stays...... Wouldn't be so easy"

If you opened the lid covering the night meal that goes up on the trolley, there's nothing left but empty plates there.

If you see chopsticks, spoons, etc. that have been used for a while, there is no indication that they have been used.

And the rogue, who knowingly does not use dishes and cannot be blamed for eating, is also Pean Vinegar in this mansion - he was the only one.

'Apparently, I flattened the night meal... but you're still hungry'

As if I had anticipated the timing, my muscles and flat belly gouge at the break of the year thanks to my daily workouts with the butler.

It reminds me of "my traits," as I scratch my grey head with a burst of grey hair, lightly surprised by my hunger.

(Normally, if you ever wondered, concentrate on it, and feel less hungry, and Karin worries and Rock scolds you.)

It's pretty dented, and I stroke it to comfort my own stomach complaining about hunger.

(Acquiring the dark spiritual arts was necessary in me to satisfy the questions that inspired curiosity.

However, curiosity has been satisfied in me because "it" has also been done.

With curiosity, I can't hold back my instincts now for the hunger that always overtook me.

... and so on)

While he was hungry, Pean, who knew who he was, grasped that there were two things in his memories that were being sucked away: "that he was losing" and "that the questions he wanted to ask were being solved."

(Well, whatever it is, there is no food... Think about it on an empty stomach. I'm sure you won't think about it.)

When curiosity is holding me back from hunger, Peen Vinegar, the wise man who doesn't even know the lust for sleep.

However, "when that is not the case," he was also quite the owner of the meal.

However, my wife, who likes tea, along with the tea time that takes place between everyday meals, the butler has also asked Martha, the deputy number, for tea treats to prepare.

Husbands who like to drink tea with their wives would go out without saying no if they were invited, so it was rarer for them to get hungry.

"Yes, I'm sure of tea."

When I looked around the room earlier, I did see a pot of tea on the tea table.

In addition, Karin has a habit of drinking tea before going to bed that makes her feel calm.

"If it was also a tea treat... is it a guy called Buddha in hell who tells the exotic..."

The pean now moves on to the tea table where the pot of tea is placed, pulling out of the memory in the head of the gray hair that has become so hungry that it rotates poorly.

Then there was something beyond expectation, coming into the eyes of the wise man.

'Whoa, I really appreciate this!

On the table, I hid in the shadow of the pot and wrapped it in paper - indeed, there was a new baked treat created by the vice versa for the guests.

If Locke was watching, he felt like he could carve a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows and praise him, wrapping some around with his big palms, pinching them and throwing them into his mouth.

And when I ate this "confection", the sage remembered the "important thing" along with the feeling that the magic was exhausted and filled with nourishment in every corner.

The crisp texture of the round tea confectionery gives it a gentle sweetness once it touches the tongue and, as it passes through the throat, proceeds softly and calmly.

Truly, it was an easy-to-eat, thought-filled tea treat for those who ate it.

I didn't want to taste that feeling.

"I didn't think love was in Atashi's life, hey. But I'm gonna..."

I'm sure Atashi won't be able to make this flavor of sweets anymore.

Tea confectionery is absorbed into your body and fills your body with magic.

At the same time, the voice of Martha seeped through the cleavage of Martha, who made this sweet for me so that the little chavon balls could play patsy, patsy and patty, revived on the head of the wise man.

As a lord, it must have been her unfailing confession that she spoke to me because I was a respectable and trustworthy person as a person.

(I guess being able to remember didn't suck my memory.

But I didn't expect to be able to sink into the depths of my memory until I could remember it for the first time by eating tea treats like this)

My lord was stunned by my "irresponsibility".

"Sman, Martha"

I accidentally put it in my mouth and apologized to the cook who trusted me.

I'm sure what Martha puts in her mouth would have been an embarrassment, and it would have been after trusting her, so I'm really sorry and pity her for not being able to live up to that trust.

But the fact that I didn't really care about it led me to recall that it was a "serious thing".

"If I had returned it without realizing it, I guess I would have returned you as a" fellow figure, "satisfied that my curiosity had been met."

As you can lurk your breath, your figure should have been there all along, but the wise speak to a being you didn't realize.

"I'm sure it's been a few hours, but from what I can tell, it's been a while."

I hid half my figure in the shadow of a pot of tea, but there was an old, splendid picture book in a place that I would immediately notice if I were careful.

"... in a way, it was strange that I liked books more than books to be distracted by food.

I'm telling you, the reason I fell before was because I'd been reading magic books from the East Country for three days.

That's how much I love "normal books," but I hear you're not "normal."

I reached out my fingertips with scars and touched the cover of the picture book.

Having eaten Martha's tea candy at that moment, she begins to suck the magic of a sage out of a state of depletion, like a gut.

Has my magic become a substitute for you to suck on?

Wise men laugh niggardly, even as they suck magic from the picture books.

Detailed memories of this "unusual picture book" were "remembered by the body" that it had been sucked.

But still, "I don't mind at all," the head and instinct that started turning by taking off my hunger taught me, even to the wise.

"It seems that this picture book sucks the magic of people and keeps them alive as if they were" distracted. "

As for memory, they're really sucking it unconsciously, and I don't know the criteria.

And apparently, they always smoke magic, but even if they do, they have "like it or not."

A few hours ago, my guest's childhood friend told me "the facts we know about the picture book" is well remembered.

And among the things spoken was what Pean Vinegar really wanted, in it.

"What I wanted was the" technique of sucking away memories "that ancient (if any)" travelers "could have handled.

I'm not interested in the context in which the procedure was performed or how it was made. "

I grabbed the book and put it up in heaven and lifted it up.

But what lies ahead, not the light, but the dim darkness.

[… there are still many who are puzzled by the will of the "traveller"]

The picture book "laughed".

'Cause if you can suck memories because of it, that would be a waste of sorrow memories alone?.

At any rate, you should suck on the nagging memories that lead to the admonition of the happiness of the fine person, as well as the "unnecessary memories".

Well, it might be a question of judgment being Peen Vinegar, a sage with a bad personality. "

That said, I pick Martha's sweets at my fingertips that fill me with wonder and magic, and throw them into my mouth.

'Come on, shall we root comparison?. Strange picture book lord?

Interact with picture books while replenishing your body with magic until Martha's treats run out.

In spending his time in the East Cloud that way, the wise man gained a sense of "how to use a picture book" in exchange for tons of magic.

And while he was alive, he never remembered the title and content of the picture book he knew.

'Is there only practice after... Oh, it's morning.'

From the gap in the thick bedroom curtain, the sun was cutting and starting to plug in.

The sun isn't directly hitting me, but Pean narrows his eyes by feeling dazzled even when he just sees the thin light muscles.

"... I was going to get some sleep even for a couple of hours, but I still have to get obsessed"

After I get a sense of how to use it, I smile bitterly as I hit a ton on my left handed shoulder with a mostly magical sucking momentum drop picture book.

I don't remember a few hours, but Pean looks a little troubled by the fact that he's been up all night.

"Yummy, I've been saying I'm going to get tired right on my face lately"

If that's what I said and stayed up all night, I saw it with a wounded fingertip that healed my eyes that made it easier for the neighborhood to get out.

If you noticed the neighborhood, there's a good chance Lord Robrow will be worried about his wife and get a novel from the butler.

'Well, I'm not injured, so I won't be so worried...'

Reminds me of something I've said since then.

[The opponent politely blocked the bleeding to the wound so that he wouldn't notice the "lost pean"... treated?

There was no answer to how much I thought earlier in "Possible Events Before I Lost My Memory".

But now, even if it's not an answer, Sage thinks he might be aware of something that might lead to an answer.

Again, the first thing I do is stare at my fingers, looking at the eyes that would have been made of my neighborhood because I couldn't see why Pean's fingertips were "treated."

"Or is this wound still healed by me... is it going to happen?

But when it came to “ healing wounds ”, the first thing that came to mind in Pean ’ s head was a caretaker butler ’ s youth.

If you're going to fail in experiments or research, and you're going to bleed, I think of a butler who's angry and worried more than that.

"Research for the country is fine, but take care of your body a little more."

Being a butler of that nature, out of all the magical talents he once lost, the first thing he remembered was the “ healing technique to help ” the Lord.

He remembered diligently, and when Pean bled in whatever form, the butler had been treating him immediately.

In that case, with his mouth, he praises the Lord's carelessness as a deacon.

But while I praised him, he had a more hurtful and heartbreaking look than the person who was actually injured, applied healing techniques, and mostly gave him a form closer to full healing.

"" The wise man is the country's "property". How to do that "cleverly use your wealth" leads to measure your talent and metrics as a nation ".

They say some of those words, but even if the wise man, who is the property, is somewhat hurt, the state doesn't care, although he has given me various powers.

"A wise man, who is a property, is a" property "called a wise man because he can repair himself or because he can repair it again, such as some debacle"

... If they returned those words, you would be unable to say anything to anyone who sees your husband as a wise man.

But not "Pean Vinegar" as a sage, "sir" as I am, or Mrs. Karin as a lord.

And from the people of Robrow, there's no way they can replace us. "

If you see a deacon who glorifies the Lord while he is young, for this deacon - for someone who thinks of himself.

"You shouldn't hurt yourself easily."

It reminded me of what it was like not to forget as Lordship Pean Vinegar at the same time that it made me tighten my feelings.

But when it is tightened, the dangers are added to the face of the gentle Lord, who is always floating.

And that's what Deacon keeps saying when he also finds out that Pean Vinegar is "pushing" a little bit.

"However, if the van continues safely, you will be free to" Lord "and" from the thoughts of the people ", so please be patient until then.

Mrs. Karin and my "husband" and the "sage" wedge from the country will remain, but I think it will be much easier and more "free" than when I am a lord. "

Somewhere in my heart, he knows what it's like to be a pean thirsty for freedom, the word of a butler was above all, thankful to the wise.

Once again, Pean stared at the scar that had healed in the bedroom, which had become much brighter as the morning sun began to plug in.

The scar was made because of the deep wound, and if it was carefully healed so far, I'm sure the normal cuts didn't even leave a mark.

'... as if Rock had cured me, you're polite'

Pean laughed bitterly thinking that if he had always healed himself, he would have stopped the bleeding precisely and the wound would not have been blocked.

"Don't let a well-made butler break your heart any more for a selfish, lonely person like me.

Does that mean "Peen Vinegar" rarely worked hard and worked hard on healing?

I couldn't help but be curious, because I would be able to handle the technique used by a "traveler" like Ogami, so I don't choose the means.

Even if I prioritized my feelings for all of that and lost the memory of the historically meaningful discovery within me - "the identity of the picture book," for Pean, there was no problem at all.

But whether I am the kind of person that Pean Vinegar would strive to be "for someone who understands me".

Whether you are a "person who makes an effort not to worry" for someone you care about.

Not knowing "it" clouds the mind of the wise man a little bit.

- I know it's important to weigh in on brother-in-laws and humans, but it's foolish to be tied to them and not be able to move when you need to. -

Rock, who has spent more than ten years with us, has repeatedly understood the idea of Pean, a lord and wise man.

That's why Pean didn't hesitate to depend on me.

Even if the "Lord" crushed his personality and existed, but the glorious presence appeared, Pean was "behaving" based on the fact that Rock was no good.

It's just that the "behavior" is the same as a person wearing clothes and acting, "normal" and didn't feel strained at all.

In a way, "don't behave" feels more like you're not wearing clothes, and I was able to behave "naturally" with Locke, so from the point of view of the pean, I can only thank you.

And gradually, I accepted the idea that I could think of that grateful person as a "friend" in relation to my subordinates.

"Oh my lord, isn't there a deacon in the lord who can do anything?.

It feels just like what's between Mr. Glow and Mr. Alsen. "

It was a few hours ago that inspired me to accept a word from my wife that started.

I also know that my wife would have never spoken to me without Rock.

(I guess I was carrying "senseless loneliness" on my own)

I'm sure that if Locke hadn't been here, Karin would not have broken it so far, even if she was a lord's wife and a companion to accompany Pean Vinegar for the rest of her life.

And I could easily imagine that if he hadn't been here, even if he had been able to break it down, it would have been late in life for Karin to be able to say things without hesitating to "lord" so far.

(Or maybe it's time for one of them to break up this life)

My wife and butler both assumed that they were beings I thought I had to protect.

I always had the idea that I had to "pull it off".

But after Karin told me, I was able to think that I was the one who would have to have two more of them.

However, even if the two disappear at the same time, there is trouble, but the "living" confidence is in the pean.

But if there weren't two of them, I was obsessed with living this far - most importantly, I don't even think I enjoyed it.

If you were one, life expectancy, disaster, losing your life to some kind of applause, you were going to accept it lightly.

But now the presence of two people becomes the "wedge" of greed for living.

Because there were beings who worried and scolded me, I was fueled by my curiosity for knowledge, and I continued my research as a wise man, without breaking my body until I could no longer take it back.

It was also "saving time for freedom" that Pean could easily use.

It was these two people who were able to handle "living time" very well.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I remember the continuation of the heavenly grace from my wife with a bitter laugh as I thanked them both.

"Maybe the relationship between lord and rock should not be said to be a table of" friends "in relation to the subordinate relationship.

But enough lords and rocks may not be the right time to get used to childhood, but I think there's something close to "best friends".

'Cause I've never heard of a butler who was able to throw a sandwich stuck with cheese in the mouth of the lord who was doing the research, forgetting to eat it day after day after day.'

My wife told me those stories in a heartfelt and enjoyable way.

I know it depends on everything, but even if it seems a little rough, I'm happy that there are beings who accept each other that "you, you, you have no choice."

And in general, that relationship is in a relationship called "friend" - best friend.

Therefore, I was able to notice that the situation was so "strange for Pean to be concerned" with the butler who became "you can think of him as a friend" because he thought of what was said.

So that I could think of a butler as a "friend," so that I wouldn't feel sorry for him, so that I could be forced to heal him? I thought.

(If you thought you were my friend, I would feed you "enjoy life" if you even "interacted" with me when you were injured like that)

I'm sure the butler will soon discover a curative index finger half-way through his usual routine, with a healing technique that seems to shed blood again on the mundane clap, if he meets it, and he can be stunned.

After saying a whole novel to himself, who is "sir," he sighs, "you have no choice," and smiles gently as if he has trouble with the pean, forgiving me for being injured.

From now on, be careful, sir.

And he will soon heal his Lord's wounds with a healing technique that he has diligently remembered.

That's how "husband and butler" enjoy such interaction, and sage enjoys being "best friends".

(… Then there is no way that I, who is also looking forward to interacting, will perform the cure.

When that happens, the healing technique was performed -?)

Stare at an old, fine picture book that you hold in your left hand after you naturally notice its existence.

You mean "you" healed carefully, just like Rock did on purpose?

I know you have strange powers and will. The picture book did not answer this.

"I don't pry into pictures."

Pean has in him the indiscipline he is able to do, so no more sage will speak.

As for the insanity, it's probably embedded in the context of "sucked memories."

But when I thought about it so far, what Pean added was that the "picture book" was concerned about the existence of his butler named Rock.

(What does Rock look like to a picture book?)

When I thought about it, the lord of the mansion "perceived" that the morning hustle and bustle was beginning to spread around the kitchen.

And the deacon, who is "important" in both himself and the picture book he holds now - Rock, slowly, but the Lord confirms that what happened to his body was the reaction of the spiritual stone that he secretly made him lurk.

(In the meantime, once it's over)

Stop staring at the picture book with sharp eyes, hold it aside again, close your eyes and hold it with your long fingers to exhale small.

Then when I opened my eyes, I looked up at the clock in the room, it was a little early, but it wasn't a strange time for the fire in the kitchen.

Martha, the worker, and Locke got up faster than usual to make up for it.

We still have about an hour before Karin, my wife, wakes up.

I couldn't possibly afford to take a shower once to get myself together.

I haven't worshipped my face in the mirror yet, but perhaps now I have a splendid neighborhood in my sight.

You may not have let your body rest without having slept on the bedside, but Pean sometimes goes to bed sitting on a chair.

Karin knows that, so she won't worry about it right away.

But if you see the face of this neighborhood, it is obvious that you should worry about your wife.

Before that, I am determined to get back on track and leave my bedroom.

Fortunately, if you massaged well and slept properly for even two hours, Pean's neighborhood would have disappeared.

In the meantime, we need to make sure there's no other place where he was injured.

I know my fingertip wound is healing and my body has no pain.

However, I was able to replenish my body's magic, but my tiredness and fatigue due to the lack of pean strength are really remarkable conditions.

(Injured somewhere in the body, but may have been healed just like at the fingertips)

If you take a bath and have scars, you might be able to pick up some information on what "way" Pean Vinegar fought.

'Oh man, if it cures my wounds, I wish it would also nourish my physical fatigue...'

"Only", it occurred to me that the treatment was given to the wise man on the basis of the limitation that "it will not hurt" to see that Rock is the dependent and predominant Peen Vinegar.

Do I do that?

If it's because of what seems "important," I don't care how much I tear up my efforts, my time.

But other than that, I don't care.

Sage agrees with the idea that if you are important, you should spare no effort to be used without hesitation, or to use it for things that don't matter.

(Well, the Kings, the Lords, the only people who protect their country are the invaders who threaten where they are.)

Even with a bitter laugh, I know that the feeling that I could feel after experiencing "Lord Robrow" was beneficial to me.

For the sake of its "importance", I was certain that wasting my feelings, time and strength was giving me a sense of fullness that I could never feel alone.

(But if you want to continue to taste this fullness, you still need "strength" as capital...)

I think he was basically also physically fit, but when he plugged in the second half of the 30th road, he still lost strength, and as the neighborhood symbolizes, he finds it hard to get out of tiredness.

(It is of course important to improve your health, but one way or the other is to recover efficiently.

Would it be more efficient to think about it for future activities? …)

As I pondered, on my left palm, the wise man placed his fisted hand.

'Oh, yeah. During this journey, it might be a good idea to use herbs to study such things.

It's also an opportunity to fieldwork inside Cerisanseum.

Yeah, I like that. '

I put the picture book I was holding on my side after nodding with a smile on my face, next to the teapot again.

At that time, the smile on my face was cold.

"In the meantime, the time savings of" four years "have already begun to shred, so we need to make effective use of them."

- And after finishing all his role as Lord Robrow, Sage dreams of the rest of his life with the "wedges" in a country where peace has been made, which will only satisfy his love and curiosity.

"For the past four years, we've had scattered journeys and adventures, and then we've flattened the country. I have to sell a lot of favors to the future king so I can spend the rest of my life in Robrow."

Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

That was the thought of People looking forward to the end of their lives, which bears the name "Pean Vinegar of Intrigue".

I'm heading to the bathroom for my personal sake.

It's still too fast for Karin to wake up, so I cared about peaning and the bathroom door carefully opened and closed.

And still, only the coat repaired by my wife and butler is carefully garmented.

In the end he did not sleep, but Peen took off the sleeping rolls he was wearing in a way that he seemed fed up with by those who cleaned them up again.

'Hmm?'

Even a few hours ago, this is how I should have taken my clothes off, but I obviously found them to feel different.

I should have stunned my body, but I can see that my body "exercised intensely" because of the feeling of my skin.

I also felt uncomfortable taking off my clothes, after much sweating, stickiness like it was dry as it was.

"Apparently, it wasn't just magic, but the body still used it fully..."

I threw the undressed sleeping roll into the cage containing the clothes I was wearing last night.

'Well, I don't even use weapons, I wonder how I fought'

If you look in the mirror, you can see that after all night, there is a fine neighborhood in front of you that you are familiar with.

Put your arms together for now and look at your body, but the unusual places in particular were about the neighborhood of examples.

Even if healed, scarred objects are not found in Pean's body at all.

During the visitors and indoors, the dagger he used to hide in his arms was not equipped, but he never fought with a blade.

"In the end, is this the only noticeable scar?"

I unwrapped the arms I was putting together, scratched my gray-haired head with gasp after staring at my fingers, and took a shower.

Massage your feelings so that you can unwind (loosen) them with your fingertips only around your eyes.

(Sleep a bit later and you'll manage to disappear)

Wipe up your body immediately and put on the clothes the butler had prepared for you "the next day" and put your sleeves through the red and black coat again.

Pean, who became "able to move," left the bathroom, still quietly with care.

'You got me covered. Let's go to practice. "

In the inner pocket of his coat, he left the bedroom with a "picture book that only a wise man could handle."

I'll go to the kitchen first.

"Hey, good morning."

The enlivened deputy number and the apprentice girl round their eyes to the employer who suddenly appeared as they arranged breakfast.

About that.

"Martha, my husband says he can wake up late, so he says the breakfast schedule can be late"

And I had just heard it.

"Mr. Martha, surely the butler..."

Whether it was a gift of instruction or a kitchen apprentice girl asked, as she rounded her eyes, bewildered with a bite, so that she could easily eat leafy vegetables.

"... well, it's common in this lord's quarters."

Martha is also Martha, and I will answer the apprentice girl while she cleverly performs the work for two for the day off.

Having rounded the eyes of the two servants - the lord of pleasure on his astonished face now seemed to enjoy the view at the entrance left open.

To the laughing employer, Martha exhales small and turns to the apprentice.

'In the meantime, stop that work once and for all.

Get your lord's soy milk out of the freezer. "

Was it a good time to visit, Martha gave instructions while stopping the two fires?

I couldn't reach myself as an apprentice girl, and I was on my way to a cupboard where I would have a luxury dish that would have been (Kubi) in one shot if it had been damaged.

"Oh, yes, I understand."

The girl, still small and round her eyes, moves patsy and reasonably agile according to Martha's words.

Martha was washing a "lord-only" cup when she took it out of the refrigerator where the soy milk was being cooled.

"Mr. Martha, I brought it"

"Thanks, so, with the leafy vegetables you just chopped a thousand times.

And slice two slices of bread that will only be served by the Vinegar family, and slice it thinly - give me a hand with the sandwich. "

While giving instructions again, Martha receives a container with cold soy milk and pours it into the cup with a familiar hand.

After making sure the soy milk was filled with my favorite cup, Pean, who remained standing at the entrance, entered the kitchen.

'Ok...... wow?!

After the apprentice girl raised her voice in surprise at the "Lord Who Was Moving," Pean was given soy milk poured side by side into a glass, as usual, by Martha.

'You don't have to be so surprised, okay?

Now to the surprise of a kitchen apprentice, Pean receives soy milk as usual while being more surprised.

"For an apprentice, I'm not more familiar with" the immovable lord of drawstrings not from Robrow "than the casual lord I met yesterday...

He said, "Lords who love flirting" as usual for us.

If you're a young inhabitant these days, you look famous. '

"That's my first ear, thank you."

(If I thought I was a kid when I brought him home, Rock would be gone long enough for me to grow up)

On my own, I'm just doing my lord's job and typing into research, and honestly, I didn't think I was "pulling it off".

However, I am convinced that the period during which I will not be out of Robrow will be more than a decade, and this time I am "using" it.

To recap in the beginning, when we met, Rock was thin and small, and now he still had a knife for cutting bread, smaller than the apprentice girl broiled in fire.

(When we met, it was about above my stomach, and now I've grown tall to my chin, so I grew up rocking a lot in ten years)

The figure of a girl who works hard with her little body was enough to remind Pean of what a deacon once looked like.

"Mr. Martha, the bread is ready"

And to be sure, he can also tell me that he "respects" the second serial number.

'Thank you. Then I'll do it later, so, as I said yesterday, you can go back to your breakfast work'

Yes, and again honestly the apprentice girl replied and went behind the kitchen.

'I just got to the kitchen yesterday, but you seem to be working hard for fun.

My parents are my locals.

Apprenticeships were born and smallholder farmers were fired from their jobs in such a way that they were cut off by national policy.

But you're fired, so on the contrary, you don't have to stick to the land.

He came to Robrow because he said he didn't have any trouble eating in agriculture.

By the time I got here, my parents seemed to have struggled with a tough land pattern inside for the rest of Robrow, but the lord had just brought Mr. Locke back...

Most importantly, Karin, your wife and your lord got married, so your parents said you were able to break it down relatively quickly because it continued to be a "congratulations".

That apprentice, he said, was all about cooking with me and didn't get used to church school.

I was worried that your wife, the lord's wife, talked to Mr. Locke about our head and hired her. "

I found out that the third most "strange lord" in this mansion is likely to think of a better and better deputy number, so he explains ahead of time.

"Well, if you could grow up wearing self-reliance, even if the school wasn't right, maybe that's fine."

"Oh, my lord says something like" sage. "

So we laughed lightly at each other.

Even if I had left the territory for a long time, if I had a sweet wife and a cook for this certain, I thought this land would be fine.

(While the person named "Pean Vinegar" is alive as Lordship Robrow is fine)

After laughing, "Sage" squeaks in his heart as he looks at the white, round waters of soy milk.

- But under the king's name Crossandra Sunflower, a country called Selisanceum can no longer be preserved.

With that in mind, Pean put his mouth on the edge of the glass.

"I'll have it."

After a small word, Pean drinks the soy milk in momentum at once.

After confirming such a lord, Martha, who cured the laughter, left her employer's side in an attempt to take out a plate for placing bread and leafy vegetables, prepared by the kitchen apprentice girl.

When I made soy milk "moustache" and drank it up like I said it would pour in correctly, I saw a rare sight when I peaned it.

'Welcome... What's up, Martha?

As she wipes her "moustache" with her thumb, knowing every inch of the kitchen, she looks up at the entrance to the cabinet containing dishes reserved for the Lords of the Vinegar family, in the atmosphere she said "look for".

"Oh, there it is!

Not responding to Pean's question, Martha seemed to gradually find the plates she needed, in a way that looked up.

However, it seems to be getting somewhat tall on her back, and the accessory number is now close to the tip of her nail.

Jesus Christ, who is it?, what put a plate in such a high place?! '

While Martha is looking for something to replace the stepping stone, Pean puts the empty cup in the washing place before standing behind her.

I'll take it. It was originally for my breakfast sandwich.

'Really?. Then I'll do the rest of the contents, so take the dishes and leave them to wash.'

Rumors have been made that "even lords use what stands", and the deputy went to the refrigerator where the meat is delivered.

Pean reaches out to the plate, smiling gently at her invisibly, not even making her feel fine dust about what happened last night.

The "dish dedicated to sandwiches" was generally positioned at the height of his eyes, which were supposedly tall.

This is successful, but in fact, in Martha, who is smaller than Karin, he is also an impossible height to take on his own.

(How did you end up in such a high place?...... ah)

"... Oh, you know what?"

Small, now he took the plate in his hand as he put it in his mouth and whined.

Pean remembers a guest who was in the dining room the other day.

Apparently, Gloriosa cleaned up this dish.

Not to the lord, but the guests are tall enough too.

(Also, as a "friend," Gloriosa was going to help out with the kitchen, I guess)

However, because of what Pean said last night, the lord found out whether it was possible to perceive anything even in Gloriosa with regard to romance.

(Well, that's a problem between "I didn't notice, Gloriosa" and "I didn't notice, Angletham")

I could see Gloriosa and Angletham starting quite an argument in the guest room they were going to visit last night after walking away from Rock.

"Nevertheless, the lord also made a fine neighborhood."

Apart from Pean's heart, the deputy number, who had perfectly "Keri" on her feelings for Gloriosa, had removed the lord's favorite raw ham from the freezer.

'Being able to build a neighborhood like that means I haven't looked around for anything I haven't been interested in in in a long time and was excited to stay up all night, right?

What do you do with the amount of ham?. It's before I cut it now, so I can adjust it. "

Martha is in a good mood and throws words to her employer, who carries a fine neighborhood in her face, confirming how it has been done.

That's just how Martha should have had a "broken heart" that generally seemed pretty deeply wounded, but the reason she's bluffing is because of the picture books in her coat.

Even if "book identity" had been lost, memories such as "book ability" remain certain among the wise.

(Love and heartbreak have never been clear. Maybe Martha didn't have to suck my memory)

"The ham is cut thinly in a clear position, and I would appreciate it if you could increase the amount.

After that, I asked for a slice of onion for the accumulation fatigue that I was so excited to accumulate. "

On Martha's side, who replied and laughed high, Pean stopped by with his plate as he answered.

(In a way, sucking on memories means "good, bad" doesn't mean "results" immediately...)

I knew it wasn't going to be an immediate result, but Martha still looks like she's having fun cooking.

If you saw her like that, "I sucked the memory of falling in love" would seem like an extra thing to be among the wise.

Wise men also know that hard experiences do involve raising people.

Above all, the treats that included "the feeling of thinking of Gloriosa" were strangely extremely diminished by their involvement in "picture books," which helped tremendously compensate for the magic of Anglecomb and Pean.

Even if Martha wasn't in love with Gloriosa, it might be a shame that in so many ways she couldn't "make it again" anymore.

(Should I have no hard memories? Or if you can learn a lot by getting over it, should you get over it with some difficulty?)

The words of doubt came to mind in the head of the wise man.

(Martha, if you're a positive person everywhere, how can you "get over" a broken heart, even if you're crying?)

- If so, how sinful would it be for me to fail to resist my curiosity?

"If the lord had such a neighborhood, wouldn't you worry again, Mr. Locke?

I noticed that the cook was called out for strengthening nuances such as "I care" rather than "I care" by a wise man who had thought about it and stopped moving.

"Are you concerned about your" memory sucking "?"

Unexpectedly, without even thinking about wasting magic, I was peering into Martha's heart with the magic I had just remembered.

And when she finds out she doesn't resent herself - she's horrified from the bottom of her heart.

"... my" sudden habit of staying up all night "didn't start right now."

So behave like the "most secure lord" she's looking for.

In order to remember my flirtatious self in the beginning, I made a joke.

"Well, Rock is a surprise, and I don't care if it's a novel..."

I'm sure you'll be worried.

In a tone strong in unintentional form, Martha assured me.

"Just a few minutes before the lord came here, Mr. Locke told me," The lord will be up late. "

The apprentice was so surprised because he heard about it, too.

Well, there's something about that splendid neighborhood. "

Grab a knife dedicated to raw ham and narrow your eyes.

The cook's - his eyes "proud" of his work, Martha tries to start slicing out the ham he took out.

With the same eye, Pean was perceived staring at the cross section of the blade tip and ham, but there was something else in Martha that made her feel "feelings".

Martha's hands are as small as they fit her body, fleshy is good, her fingertips are round and her fingers are short.

Either that or you don't look very clever.

But as brilliantly Pean wanted, without breaking the shape, he first made a cut of the ham and showed it with a clear thinness.

(When inserting a knife into a piece of ham, the index finger of the left hand is placed on the top of the knife, and the right hand holding the knife is lightly placed on the finger of the left hand, adjusting the width thickness increase/decrease with the finger of the left hand.

So you adjust the subtle thickness by adding or subtracting the movement of your fingers)

A wise man so proud of his cleverness had an interesting view of the cook's technique - though.

"My lord, Atashi is a man far from witchcraft, so much so that he finally remembers to light the fire with precision.

However, the lord "seems to have worried about Mr. Locke".

It's foreseeable that the atmosphere will focus on the way the ham is cut and somewhat deluded, and I don't like it. '

(Is it visible?)

I get that look on her face like she can't help but think she's "cold" by taking a "mask" to behave like the "safest lord" she's looking for.

'I'm sorry, lord. When we're talking about "friends," I really want you to talk about how much Martha may have just recovered from a broken heart. "

If he determined the width of the ham to be thinly transparent with his left finger, Martha moved her right hand slowly so that the knife would go straight and down thinly, obliquely along the long blade tip without even pointing her gaze at her employer.

Martha's mouth moves smoothly, even as her hands move carefully and slowly.

"Mr. Rock tells me you have a flirtatious lord."

It's been like that for over a decade.

But if he stays up all night without warning, I'm worried that for Mr. Locke, it's going to be like he broke that promise, even though he made a one-time promise to "get some rest".

Well, it's Atashi's casual feeling. '

Seriously though, Martha was angry with her employer "for her friends".

- If you're worried about Martha, as a friend, Rock is fine.

Peane remembered what she said to her friends last night.

(Though in different shapes and ways, does Martha have a strong "feelings for friends"?)

Listen to the rest of her "Friends' Tales" as she endures a gentle smile on her face that seems to feel cold.

"If you've tried from Mr. Rock," dear Pean Vinegar "is the most important thing, so even if you missed your promise, you'd have a few small novels, but you'd never get really angry.

But I also feel that Mr. Rock's feelings, who believed that the lord said he was "asleep," have been wasted.

It's like saying the same thing, but even though I'm accustomed to a flirtatious lord, if I try Mr. Rock, the only thing the lord can say is "believe."

That's what itches my teeth when I look at them. '

When she finished saying that, Martha had finished cutting a good amount of thin ham that was clear as Pean ordered.

But the eyes of the cook holding the knife remained sharp.

"The corner, you believe me, but don't let it get in the way?"

I tried to put "the most sorry thing" in my mouth as I dished out what I had locked.

'No, if the corner feels right, Atashi wants it to last a long time.

I don't want Mr. Rock to do something like run away by forgetting what it's like to think of someone he cares about as soon as he finds out he's out of touch like a rat.

Well, if he lost Pean Vinegar before he escaped, he wouldn't feel like he was going to break it. '

- That's what I know best.

Pean couldn't give Martha the words that immediately came to mind.

'Yes, give me the plate. Corner, I was able to cut my mind off. "

That's all I said, Martha looked back and took the dish that Pean had with her as a leopard.

Martha smiles bitterly when she sees the lord's face on the clap.

'... Well, that last word sounded like an extra favor. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, lord.'

That's what Martha said, pointing between her eyebrows with the hands of the empty one.

Pean touches his brow, slightly surprised.

(Yikes)

If, after releasing the dish, you stroked the place with your index finger with an example scar, you can see the skin bulging.

Soon, he seemed to wrinkle between his eyebrows while he didn't even notice it himself.

"Well, before Atashi worried about anything," Pean Vinegar "was something of a chunk of responsibility.

I'm sure you've already split a lot of effort for someone named Rock. "

Martha didn't even notice the person carving the wrinkle between her eyebrows, she was firmly aware of "anger".

Serve a large plate dedicated to the lord with ingredients supported in the kitchen to make it easier for "friends" to make sandwiches after this.

"Out of the question, this world may not need magic.

Really, if we tried to understand each other, we might be able to figure it out.

Well, if you return the back and you try to understand, there may be nothing you can possibly understand '

"... Martha is more like a wise man."

The cook laughed brightly if the sage muttered so sincerely.

'If you're going to say that, I'd rather have what the lord used to say about Lenkin' than Sage?.

Sure, if you even had any ingredients that way, you'd make anything out of it, right?

Atashi, I'll try to cook whatever ingredients I have.

... Well, let's give the ham to your wives anyway.

It's time for me to start my breakfast routine in earnest, so I'd like the Lord of Deckable Characters to leave. "

When I had put all the sandwich ingredients on the plate, the kitchen apprentice girl, who had finished what Martha had instructed, was back.

However, the perceptible apprentice girl even stopped her legs when she noticed a tall "lord" and a respected senior giving her some tingling air.

It was the esteemed senior of the kitchen apprentice who broke that pirilli and air.

Breathe out loud from the round nose and Martha spreads the "Chi" atmosphere all the time.

I offered a dish with sandwich ingredients to a goofy tall lord and started "ordering".

"Yesterday, there were a lot of athletes, so I don't know why.

Mr. Locke would have been so tired that he couldn't move on his own when the lord brought him here?.

Even this morning, Atashi didn't tell me anyway, but I guess he wasn't feeling well enough.

Your complexion wasn't good enough for flattery. "

Though the tall lord would not make Martha's words slightly mobile, he turned his eyes only to make the kitchen apprentice girl feel strange and "witty".

And if the apprentice girl was stared at by those eyes who seemed "smart," she was honestly waving her little jaw vertically in memory of the "pale butler" she visited a few minutes ago.

Then his witty eyes narrowed only slightly, and the tall lord had his face bowed down.

But the esteemed senior made the lord grip the dish he had offered, without any problem.

"But even if I wasn't feeling well, I was overwhelmed with feelings to try to save what I couldn't move yesterday.

I did what I always do, keeping it "normal".

Well, we're just talking about being on the street for hours.

So even if the neighborhood doesn't have a choice in front of Mr. Locke, then I always want him to be Lord Robrow, who stays up all night.

I may be ill with my complexion, but if I try Mr. Locke, even the lord is "as usual," that's fine. "

"The usual all-night" Peen Vinegar "?

Well, it's been a while so I don't know if I can remember... '

Here the deputy sighed loudly and laid his hips on both hands.

'I'm a lord who's kidding again!.

That's what I was doing in the kitchen earlier.

I can't believe I'm using extra energy for the second row, so the "Suspicious Sage" atmosphere lurks all night.

Come on, as I was saying, it's in the way of breakfast!.

Get out of here!

Don't be shy. The lieutenant number was going to slap him on the back, but the tall lord had been slapped on the hips and he was majestically out of balance.

"Oops!?

The sandwich ingredients on the plate came to life, but the sage takes it beautifully on the plate.

And Lordship Robrow withdrew, so that he might be expelled from the kitchen.

I messed up some of the ingredients on the plate to make the sandwich.

'It's Mr. Rock who makes it, so it's no problem!

And Martha gave me the "drop-off word."

"Most."

And, with the lord's serious face, if he answered, where the daughter of the kitchen apprentice accidentally blew out, Pean turns to the room where two guests and her own butler are waiting, flipping a red and black coat.

On the way to the rooms, the sage begins to feel his shadow noise in Russia.

"- What, are you so glad to see the" I "rock so dignified?

For once, the wise man talks to the Spirit of Darkness, who is "cooperating" by making him subordinate with force moves while also including the meaning of restraint, while holding a plate, stopping his legs.

Then he conveys to Pean the feeling of Zawazawa and "joy" through darkness in the shadows.

I was putting the nuanced word "Rock only sees the presence of a pean" on the meaning of restraint, but when I tried it as a spirit of darkness, it seemed enough that I was just happy to be able to stop by the butler's side.

"Ee, Ureshi," Ano Way "Sobanyorel, Ureshiiyo"

Using the words of an awkward person, he expresses the joy that led him to come to the "side".

For more than a decade now, I can say that Rock is unreasonable from the Spirit of Darkness - in a way that can also be taken as "violent" where people are, I have kept him away, but I must not convey one of my resentments to that tenacious sage.

Rather than resentment, only the "joy" of approaching the presence of Rock seemed to occupy the emotions of the Dark Spirit.

(I guess that's why the Spirit of Darkness is attracted to the existence of Rock...

What kind of anecdote "vessel" would Rock be...)

Memories of historical value in picture books - I have a sense of being sucked into "information," but apparently the information that becomes "essential" to the wise is stopped in my head.

A role simultaneously imposed on "people" who have come into contact with one scale of the "ancestors" of this world, which is said to be a world of fantasy, to be wise and to have been given various powers to satisfy curiosity.

It was also the role of those who became wise to "rule" those who had the potential to become "vessels" to receive beings in the world of men in case they could rock the "world of men".

And in a country called Selisanceum, it was established as a decree that the "feeding and killing" of the existence on the vessel - to be closed to the king's capital.

Peen Vinegar has the position and responsibility of a nobleman who is able to operate across the country, but whose territory he is being deposited by the country.

Position - Though I thought I could throw away as much as I wanted for my status and face, Pean can't be the only one who believes in the Vinegar family and despises the people he depends on and wants freedom.

Fortunately, there is freedom to gather information without limits.

But if it's true, I want the freedom to move around and make sure with my own eyes.

If he had not been a nobleman entrusted with the territory, he would have taken the locks of the possible existence of vessels and taken them out, as wise men, to a country that would not be "bred to death".

Well, if I wasn't a nobleman and a lord, I wouldn't have been able to meet Rock or help him.

With a dilemma that could not even give an appropriate answer, the wise man began to turn his legs to the room again, noting that he seeped "regret" in meeting his loved ones.

The more you head, the more you turn, the more you feel slightly backwards, the lighter your alertness boils again at the call of "anointing" against the Rock of the Dark Spirit.

But when I think I was in the way of being close to the Dark Spirits "longing," I can't help but think a little.

(I know that people and spirits are different from each other, both in the concept of time and in the values of the senses...

When the spirits who don't want to go out in the extra sunny hours can tell them how happy they are to be so far away, it feels like I'm only in the wild.)

With a bitter laugh, a slightly noisy atmosphere comes through on the "wind".

'Whoa, what's this feel like?!

If Pean blinked somewhat hastily and used his magic to switch "sights," the spirits appeared in his eyes for the first time in a long time.

Couscous, Kushibrine, Hokarakushi, Gaarisoune.

The Spirit, who looked like a green, clear toddler, smaller in size than the palm of a wise man, came and found a "flirtatious" lord.

'Whoa!? In three weeks, have you come back? Thankful.'

Couscous, and again the spirits of the wind laughed and whispered a small and pleasant "thing" in the ear of the wise man.

"So in a way," Gloriosa "took responsibility?

Then I have to "do even more."

The wise man laughs at Nii and, like the dark spirits at his feet, has a superior look on his face.

The spirits of the wind, who felt the floating grin and "flirtatious heart" of the pean, were also surrounded by sage men, as if they were in tune, but not even telling the stories they had seen.

Well, what you did to blow up the spirits of my protected land was "Talk about your love," Gloriosa.

When Pean met Gloriosa for the first time in the proud valley of the Territory Robrow, trying to continue without greetings or anything, fighting close to death.

Lord Robrow had helped his opponents, who were no match in strength, with spirituality and spirits of natural wind who were on his own land.

At the price of his help, the wise man exerted only the magic that was in his body, in the form of a collection of spirits of the wind that were throughout the territory of Robrow.

And those who are likened to gods, in battle, fight as their best friends instruct them.

"Take the life of a man who knows who you are."

Gloriosa blows up the spirits who, according to the words of their middle-inspired best friend, cut off the pean that is a person, and whose peans invoke and protect them, with such force that they can no longer easily be embodied again.

The result was like a "sage" deception, and Pean triumphed.

However, the blown spirits never "perish", but people can't respond when they call - if it went flat, people who know spirituality were so finely shattered that they couldn't see it even if they switched "sight".

A simple "curse" was carried out to plot and recall the Spirit of the Wind in such a way that it was easy for the Spirit of the Wind to regain its shape once again, and that the fact that the Spirit of the Wind was "absent" due to a death battle with Gloriosa could not be dispensed with in any way.

Fortunately, it was also at a time when there was little farming to rely on the Spirit of the Wind.

In addition, the spirits of fire, water and earth, which I rely on on on on on a daily basis, were usually helpful.

It just seems strange that earlier than Pean thought, the Spirits of the Wind regained their appearance.

I can't thank you enough for getting my shape back early, but the wise guy expected it to take another two weeks.

To such a questionable sage, the spirits of the wind laugh again like couscous and flirtatious.

(Maybe there's something about Trenia... but does it also matter that Gloriosa became aware of her love for Martha?)

When the battle between Pean and Gloriosa is over.

The man known as the god had slammed down enemies of all kinds and let go of his weapon, which had been furnished with royal decorations that would be sucking blood, every spiritual gathering in the gorge had gathered with interest in him.

Strength to attract the Spirit of Fire.

Kindness to attract water spirits.

Success in attracting earthy spirits.

He was a charismatic "man" with all that.

(When I thought about it, before I embodied the Spirit of the Wind, it was the Spirit of the Wind that called me to other Spirits scattered...

Either way, Gloriosa is not interested in the Spirit but is easily liked)

We know that Gloriosa's ease of attracting spirits is a factor in undoing the shapes of crushed wind spirits, but from a pean, the reason is "still weak".

(If there was another factor that the Spirit of the Wind seemed to be pleased with, it would be convincing...)

When a wise man tilted his neck with a plate in one hand and a hand on his chin.

- Gloriosa, what the hell is wrong with you?.

- Did you even get your hair tangled?

The Spirit of the Wind carried the voice of one of his guests from across the door, and Pean had a point of view as to why the Spirit of the Wind was faster to reshape.

"As far as it goes. I thought someone who was the easiest to get in love with was visiting Robrow. '

What the Spirit of the Wind carried was Anglecomb Padrick, a smart and brilliant sturdy man with burnt brown skin on the day.

However, all the love surrounded by the guest Angletham, who had just come to pick up Lost Gloriosa, had come to an end without fruit.

(Well, even if you don't, if you lose it, "love" is "love."

If I try to be the spirit of the wind, if there is such a person's emotional flow, I will be attracted)

Either way, it was gratifying to the wise man who was temporarily thinking of moving away from Robrow, that the Spirit of the Wind, whose love also serves as "informing", came back in this way.

'- In the meantime, it may not be compatible, but I'm gonna need your help soon.'