Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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

When you tap your shadow to send a small signal with your nail tip, the darkness lurking in the shadow thrives like a shadow.

Exhale greatly from the bottom of your belly, inhale through your nose, hold your breath and unify your spirit.

Half-eyed and conscious, exhaling slowly, the wise call to the Spirit of Darkness, aware of the feeling that there is another "eye" on his forehead.

- A man without talent must not speak to darkness with the naked eye.

- Because darkness tries to take people in by blending into tears in your eyes.

The wise man, who did not exist as a Master, repeatedly reads the "classics" he gathered himself, and follows the practice of speaking to the Spirit of Darkness, which he wore on his own.

Without ever fleeing ignorantly, "because I don't know," Pean "plays" the Spirit of Darkness "with the" confidence "that he has come to terms with all the questions and wonders and to meet the art.

"Come on, lend me the power to lurk in people's hearts, get into them, pick up thoughts of my own accord."

He pours his magic into the dark spirits lurking in the shadows, chanting in his mouth the ancient language preferred by the dark spirits.

The subordinated spirits suck in the magic of the wise man, no sound from the shadows, and become lumps of pitch-black and exuberant.

Eventually, it looked exactly the opposite of the droplets dropping from the ceiling, and the dark pitch-black grains, when they inhaled the magic of the wise, rose into potatoes and grains.

And the pitch-black grain stays at the height of the pean's gaze.

The amount of pitch-black grains of darkness rising from the shadows and the rising speed go up and stay in front of the eyes of a half-eyed wise man.

The rising grains of darkness had begun to absorb each other by trying to assemble.

Eventually, from what was a small grain, it gradually grew in shape and became a sphere.

When the grain of the Dark Spirit that sucked up magic from the shadows and formed became the fist of Pean's hand, the wise man's concentration breaks once.

It seems silly to waste what has piled up the spirits of darkness so far.

The wise man does not hesitate to take a break.

I have not insulted you before, but no one has ever been able to add or subtract you because you have no one to say you are my mentor. I have lost and lost so many times that I have interrupted my concentration.

Each time he cools his liver down to pean, sometimes he also suffers injuries, and the butler gets hurt about it.

But only for the amount of liver cooling and injury suffered, Pean Vinegar was learning and absorbing what had happened well.

For starters, I kept the focus to such an extent as to avoid wasting the crystals of the dark spirits that would stay in front of me so far in the corner.

While maintaining focus, take a deep breath and gently turn your neck, pulling out the force to fall out.

I didn't even write, but my shoulders were nervous.

If I didn't have a plate to support my breakfast and my hands were free, I would have rubbed my shoulders and neck.

(Again, it makes me nervous when it's not compatible, but it consumes a lot of magic)

Still in the expected range, I use a quantity of magic that is nearly two or three times closer to borrowing the power of the Spirit of Darkness than I normally do when borrowing the power of the four great spirits of fire, wind, water, and earth.

But by using massive amounts of magic and carefully overlapping caution, the crystals of darkness in front of the half-eyed wise man were extracted from the dividing of the nature of "darkness".

(If this is all sharpened and extracted, there will be less damage when putting a slash into the target's mind)

Sage believes that what defines existence in terms of "being used", in terms of technique, tools, technology, and language, will change shape of anything, depending on the "mind" of the user.

If there is no will in the "used" thing, the user who thought the responsibility was "usable" should be held accountable.

So even worse failures are unacceptable.

Generally difficult to handle - and this time, the dark spirits that the wise man almost forcefully made to obey tend to be distant from even the spiritual artists who lived their lives by being "taken in" without extra care.

Even when the wise man used that authority to examine it scatterly - from the moment he realized Rock had a genius talent - the end of a person who had acquired dark spiritual art was many, such as taken in and miserable.

But it's also kind of "wasteful" to give up because the successful ones are "0" when you've ever been involved with the Spirit of Darkness.

If you have a chance to challenge, you want to challenge.

Above all, maybe people who accept me will make the country better, even if I don't hide the talents of my dear friends from cutting them out of this world.

An "dilemma" answer that can't give an answer could be unnecessary in the first place.

If the "normal" days I wanted are somewhat muddy or impossible for me to get, I'd be happy to "get dirty".

"If it's not compatible, we need to be comfortable with it!"

Focus your spirit again, sending magic into the dark spirits lurking in your shadow at your feet, and the grains of pitch-black begin to gather in front of a half-eyed mass of peans.

If you speak of Pean personally, it is easier to summon Yfried, the highest spirits of the flames, if you want to wear out the same magic.

And that much magic was used to make the crystals of the dark spirits of the fine fists in front of me.

(Well, if the Spirit of Fire has power, on the contrary, he will cooperate without spiritual qualities.

Even from the spirits of darkness, peace reigns, but even fables tend to make them "bad guys," and people may feel afraid and "incompatible with each other".

If it's the spirit of darkness, you hate death, people want a peaceful end - "death," and so on)

If that's how you considered the incompatible "opponent" while concentrating, it would not change the amount of magic consumed, but it made you feel lighter.

(Don't hesitate when you need that power because you are a person who can think "thoughtfully")

The signal "Ready" is conveyed to the wise, though without sound or form.

"Gathered me enough to embody it."

A beautiful black sphere floated in front of the wise man's eyes if he had opened his half-eyed eyes clearly.

If you put it in your chest and made an easy calculation by fixing it to a number on your head with the speed of carving the second hand of your pocket watch and your heart beat when you started to focus to collect the dark spirits, time hasn't passed than you were feeling.

You mean I was nervous?

Raise the edge of your mouth just a little and look at the crystal in front of you again and think.

'Even if I embody it and use it, it's easier for me to imagine it for something, but if I don't decide carefully, it's harder for the application to work later...

Well, for now, this place prioritizes immediacy, okay, what would you like?

The wise man twisted his neck gently.

There are no glitches even as the sphere remains, but it is easier to use it because it is given some "shape", but the wise man tours.

- "Too soon to switch, Pean Vinegar" was rarely lost every time he decided to "shape" even in a short amount of time, for quite a reason.

If you want to come up with a brief analogy story about why Pean got lost,

Pean turned into a situation where he had to cut a piece of "paper" with spiritual art.

You have to turn to the Spirit for help in cutting.

So classic.

"Enchant the price and invoke the Spirit."

In this way - in the case of this analogy, "hang up" means "hang up," so we shall ask the Spirit of the Wind, who has a strong ability to "hang up", for help.

So to make it easier to understand, ask the spirits of the wind that Pean "take the form of a scissor".

The called Spirit of the Wind also knows the shape that is floating on Pean's head and how to use the tool called "scissors" by looking at the lives of those who are watching at random.

"Paper, Toiu, Hirahirashita, no world, no record, Tokashitail, no kill tools."

If the information is conveyed safely and the shape is a well-known tool used by people, I can tell, so the Spirits of the Wind will have easily served as "what cuts paper" by changing their appearance and shape to "scissors".

However, there were things to be careful when asking the Spirit to embody here.

Once the "scissors" have settled the image, it will be significantly more difficult to change the "scissors" of the Spirit of the Wind.

Simply put, the presence of the Spirit of the Wind with the ability and name "Scissors" is immobilized at the time of the first call.

It was similar, in a sense, to a newborn baby being addressed with a name and being established.

Then even if you don't give me a name, it's like asking me to just "cut it off," but there are different ways of interpreting "cut it off," and I don't know how to "receive" the words of the Spirit of the Wind.

One of the causes of this is that the spirits do not have the concept of time first.

So cheaply, if it just became vaguely "cut me off," I don't understand the definition of "cut" of the Spirit of the Wind, who has looked at a creature called a person.

If you want to come up with a relatively mild analogy story, say, "Konomae Ga nice na song Lutte itayo!" Even if the Spirit said so, it is natural that its "Conomae" may have been before in centuries.

And I'm not sure what the "man" that the Spirit of the Wind has viewed during those centuries has put on the word "cut" either.

So when you give it a name that becomes as specific a role as you can, and it embodies it again, the Spirit becomes more aware of your role, and you can tell by the name you are called upon to do what you are asked to do.

A striking example of this is the spirits who have had anecdotes, names, etc., since ancient times.

In particular, Pean was paying attention to the way in which the Spirit of the Eastern Country was ceremonially divided in such a way as “ Formula God ”.

It also gave the Spirit a name, but used animals that inspired association in fulfilling their roles and, at times, beings called “ gods ” in exotic countries as “ shapes ”.

Wise men admire flexible thinking, which is unthinkable in their own country.

Those "ceremonial gods" were also versatile, determined stunts and roles, and it was really easy to sort when using them.

Because of the really detailed division, the name, role and shape of the necessary spirits are determined by the way I said that I can reach what is commonly referred to as "itching".

Occasionally, some of the "personalities" that could not be understood were attached (the peans encountered were the spirits of the spirits who took cleaning seriously but were too territorial), but they were also felt to be lovers there.

Even more interested, if we used the full authority of the wise man to examine it, if we counted the number of gods, regardless of the size of their role, there would be no kiri, and according to the inheritance, it would rise to "eight million".

After learning about it, the "pulling" wise man to Robrow will love and dump some magic from the East Country.

Now, let's go back here to the analogy between the Spirit and the Scissors.

Generally scissors would be suitable for cutting things like "paper," but they are not made assuming they cut things like "meat".

That's the same as when you asked the Spirit to be a scissor, and if you were aware that it was meant to cut paper, that applies as it is.

So even if you ask the spirits you called in "scissors" to "slash the flesh", that would lead to the spirits that were called in and embodied in "cutting things like paper" being confused.

Spirit scissors will also run out, but it will be the same as normal scissors and cutting situations, so it will follow a "hard to cut" word.

If you are as skilled as a pean, you can also "teach" the Spirit how to cut along with the muscles and fibers of the flesh, but clearly use nerves, and squander your magic in vain.

Additionally, there are more efforts than cutting with cooking knives, etc., and it would have been nice not to use spirituality, which is a targeted situation.

Then one might come up with the opinion that it is good to imagine it as a "scissors for cooking" to the Spirit.

But as the first regular "scissors for cutting things like paper," the spirits who help me have also solidified and invoked the image.

In this case, once again, the "scissors for cooking" and the Spirit of the Wind must be given an explanation and an image of being, together with magic.

And if the Spirit embodies "the role of scissors for cooking" or an explanation while handing over magic to the Spirit, it is already one sorcery named "scissors for cooking", and the existence becomes fixed.

And the tricky thing about asking for help from the Spirit is that if you're human and have no restraint, if you have a sidelined personality,

"If I can run out anyway..."

and scissors for cooking that are impeccable for the fractions of cut, for non-cooking purposes - that's what will sometimes cut paper.

But the Spirit can't help but "accommodate" there.

If it is only defined as "scissors" at first, the Spirit refuses to serve any further than it still tries to serve as a "cut" but contains a name that is limited to "for cooking".

The Spirit also has personality and emotions, so if he is in a bad mood or forgiving mood, it is possible to make him obey, but it is also a waste of magic.

Including such circumstances, Pean was on the lookout for what to make of it in giving shape and name to the crystals of darkness.

Together, I wanted to try a flexible way of doing things in the eastern country, called "Formula God" in the corner - a way that would be easier for the Spirit to apply as well.

(Black - A creature that associates "darkness," such as being an aid to the spiritual art of darkness that reads the mind, an animal would be reasonable)

Give it a name and shape, and the next time you call on the Spirit of Darkness, it will save you the hassle of making it "crystalline" though it will not change the amount of magic consumed.

Above all, it only took a lot of work, depending on how it was used, but the confidence to be categorized as pretty good "spiritual art" was also among the wise.

(Do you like ravens?, black and smart...)

From the way I said darkness or black, that first comes to mind in the head of a wise man.

But it floats, but it doesn't stick.

(How small or small are the crystals to describe a raven)

I have seen peans up close a few times, but they are quite a body if they spread their feathers.

And I remembered that a bird named Raven was described as the "use of God" in the eastern country where the wise man was dumping.

Thinking about it that way, I still felt it was inappropriate.

(From the image of "cunning" … "rabbit"?)

If you're a rabbit, some of the anecdotes you read just in the eastern country did Satoshi bright things and looked at you painfully.

However, the "rabbit" stopped in the head of the wise man when he remembered the story that the rabbit was "white" and that he had entrusted prophecy to a "god" who would eventually create the country.

(Again, this place is "black" - should we think about what is associated with the darkness?

Finally, a little something containing the nuances of your nature and existence. -)

Continuing to think of "dark" and "black" together, a creature named "bat" accidentally floated in the head of a gray hair.

(Bat? Might as well)

Even though it is an animal capable of complete flight, its classification is that of a vertebrate mammal.

While having wings that can fly freely, it's not a bird.

- It is stipulated that it will never be seen as a "bird".

"Dear Pean, no matter how much you practice, how good you get at painting, how much you like to paint," no matter how much you dream, "you can't paint.

As the head of the Vinegar family, who was ordered by the country to rule this territory called Robrow, you must become a lord. "

To begin with, the memory of the wings of "Dream", gently received in words, came back small in the pean.

The smart boy immediately abandoned his “ painting dreams ” but did not stop painting.

No one told me not to paint because I had acquired the knowledge I deserved to be a lord in the future and grabbed the trust around me.

″ Don't worry, you'll be a lord ″

The young smart boy did what he wanted to do while behaving brilliantly in a way that would not give him an impression on his mouth.

Eventually, in the vault of his mansion, he will encounter that collection of paintings and a painting painted by only two angels and travellers and embark on a journey.

I became a wise man, but still didn't stop sketching lightly during my journey or even after I became a lord.

(Can it fly perfectly, but can it ever be seen in a bird...)

Sometimes about painting, I was allowed to use the authority of a wise man, who could look into various things without being separated from the country.

Even though it was a study of witchcraft, I sometimes gathered collections of paintings that I was curious about for reasons I didn't understand very well.

But as a nobleman, I have no freedom to leave my territory now that I have become a lord.

It's just the authority I have as a "wise man," and I probably get the information I want, so I've never had any inconvenience or dissatisfaction with the research I want to do.

Follow discipline to be followed, no grievances, no complaints.

to the inhabitants of Robrow, is more dependable than as a wise man to give wisdom, than as a painter.

He has been recognized as Lord Pean Vinegar.

Bats also have analogy feathers, fly brilliantly, and are not dissatisfied with anything, even if they are not recognized as birds.

"If I could fly (if I could draw)"

"If you can do the research you want to do (if you dream in the corner of your mind)"

- You don't have to admit it, "so" is fine.

When I had that feeling, only a little bit, Pean could see that the amount of magic that dealt with the dark spirits of my heart was reduced.

I have slightly in me, I realize it, and I know it.

But I was "sympathetic" to a lot of my complex I wasn't dealing with from the Dark Spirit because it was only a hassle.

I can't think of this and smile small.

(There may be times when you fly around so that you don't show up (complex) and melt into the dark night)

Bats deserve someone who behaves the same way as a concealer, named Sage.

"I made up my mind, let's be bats"

He held the plate back in his left hand and played it small and patsy so that the scarred fingertips of his free hand did not sound.

The black sphere of the pitch black, the crystal of the Spirit of Darkness, moves with gnaw in the universe and sets the mould as a procedure to an object that is not a bird with small feathers in the memory of the wise man.

(Bat's - also their characteristic, echo positioning (soldering is good) just feels overlapping the spirit of darkness that reads the mind.

That's a good idea, though)

To the slightest self-admiration, I mock myself.

By the way, echo positioning is also good for eco-location, where an animal receives what it has returned with the sound it emitted hitting something, thereby knowing the distance of what it has been hitting.

The wise man decided to echo his "feelings", not his form, and to explore in his mind - how he felt.

However, rather than the sensory method of "I hear you", you will see the shape of the mind that has entered your mind and returned from a bump and echo, so it is in the form that you are reading your feelings with Ning Luo's vision.

And I always cared, but if, without hesitation, I want to be the first to hear it, to the heart of someone just in the room, a wise man flies a dark feather.

With his pitch-black wings hanging, the only dark spiritual art of the wise man was winged, and where he slipped through the door, he bounced back the shape of his heart, a sound that no man could perceive.

"My husband said he didn't know much about it, but I'm sure if you did research, you could use the word" love "more than anyone else, and use it."

(As always, rather than being bought, Rock's trust in "Pean Vinegar" is enormous.)

After raising the edge of one mouth to the pressure of comfortable weight from the butler, the minds of the two Guests, who apparently were farther away than the lock, echo as well.

Angletham was dismayed that his best friend had broken the string that tied his hair.

At the same time, I am trying to pull out my best friend for Rock, who seems ill but has given me breakfast support.

Gloriosa, on the other hand, is apparently depressed by the various strings that tie her hair from her favorite Trenia.

Just like Angletham, Pean also thought "about a broken string...?" But then I could convince myself if I read a wide range of hearts echoing from Gloriosa.

'Cause I tried to make it by knitting it sturdy for Gloriosa, who would soon pull it off with force.

Maybe they'll live longer than the strings that tie their hair.

And then, remember, my best friend and childhood friend worked so hard to make it.

Then a gentle Gloriosa would be able to treat you well, wouldn't she?

He returns with the kind of sound that an overflowing voice full of kindness and tranquillity makes him say, which Pean has never heard, low for a woman.

(Oh, this is the voice of the witch whose heart picks up the voice)

Strange thing, but as soon as I heard the echo, the wise man could tell it was Trenia Bubaldia.

"Trenia, even if I didn't mean to, I'd be sad if I found out that the string you made had broken after that.

Plus, I'm blunt, so maybe I've been, and Trenia's been making me sad.

After that, the voice did not last, but the hindsight of the wise man, who also saw him, floats for a moment in the form of shadows.

There was just a moment ago, with the power of sucking on memories, he looked like a deputy who had completely regained his feelings.

As much as I've never heard before, the sage scratches his head with his right hand, empty about the state of Gloriosa's sinking voice.

Apparently, the sleeping child is awake.

Gloriosa is more frightened than she needs to be that if she tries to target someone she thinks is a friend - Trenia, she will hurt someone who feels more than that.

(So it's time to "bust in" to crack the situation)

Almost at the same time, a wise man answered the three voices that had been heard, the first being the voice of a "butler".

(For the god Gloriosa Sunflower, "Trenia."

To the devil's staff. To Angletham Padrick, "Balsam."

So, Deacon Rock, to you, is Pean Vinegar the Wise...

Yeah?, was the name in reverse order at the end?)

Regardless of what seems good, Pean spins the dark language he uses for the first time in a different way than telepathy.

[Right, then how about this, Rock?.

"My heart gets hot, my body gets hot, I want to get close to that person, I want to stop by, I can attract you" or maybe you should put on the most plausible words]

The emotion of the calm deacon's heart echoing back to the wise man, as the quiet surface of the water flashed.

"Sir?! Are you nearby?!

Surprisingly, the mind of doubt rises right next to and like a little "joy" in it.

"Sure, you said it would be late today.

Or maybe I misheard it yesterday?

Pean took the liberty of questioning his memory, without questioning the Lord, even though he stayed up all night.

"If you stayed up all night unannounced, for Mr. Locke, that must have been a one-time promise to" get some rest, "but you'd be worried if that promise wasn't broken."

Remembering the words of the vice versa worrying his synchronized friend, the wise man opens the door and walks through the aisle connecting the entrance to the room, slipping through the soles of his shoes.

Mr. Rock, what's wrong?

Painful!

The sage knocked on the door of the room as he overheard the Guests joking.

(Martha, it's harder for you to believe everywhere than to think you've been betrayed in a way)

"If you try Mr. Locke, the only thing the lord can say is" believe. "

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

(No need to feel a little itchy)

"Hey, let's go in."

'Sir, you've been up all night again!

Without witchcraft or anything, they have mastered the matter of a man named Peen Vinegar to his condition just by the tone of his voice.

- Sweet, comfortable weight, I fell into the feeling of being tied to the "shackles" of trust.

(I wonder which depends)

When I thought about it, the door opened from the side of the room.

The moment I found myself, "Pean Vinegar," I could see that the pupil in Rock's eyes opened wide.

I would not have looked good, but the color ran on my white face, as the moment I found myself, the blood circle improved.

Under the eyes of the wise, there are those who rejoice in finding the Lord.

(I really wish Rock was my husband, Pean Vinegar, even if he wasn't a lord of a territory with power or a wise man)

"Hey, good morning, Rock. Looks like you can move your body now."

The spirits of darkness in their shadows say hello to the "loved ones" who have stopped by for the first time in more than a decade, but the "people", Rock, have seen nothing but peans.

(On the other hand, I'm sorry about this one)

However, I am also relieved that Rock does not feel so good about the Dark Spirit at all.

(I don't think I can anymore if the lock has gone away)

- At first, I didn't want to let you taste life without freedom, like myself, and all I thought about was unleashing it.

"Sir... there's a light neighborhood under your eyes."

As always, deacons are not careful that the dark spirits in the shadow of the Lord are making noise.

I didn't realize it, and as Locke looked up at the pean, I glanced over the white gloves, around my tear bag with my index finger.

"Both of you followed me to my husband...

... but it's been a long time since my husband has done an interesting research, so good.

Oh, the fact that there's a dish with sandwich ingredients on it was brought to you by the kitchen. "

All that comes from the deacon's heart are words that prioritize Pean Vinegar's feelings, and they don't convey fine dust, such as anger at the fact that he broke a promise.

(This looks like Rock would be pissed off by Martha saying, "You're spoiling the lord too much!")

But this was an unnecessary worry. Rock's heart's "ha" emotions echo back to Pean.

"Sir, I thought you said you'd wake up late today."

(I'm glad my husband enjoyed it, but if I couldn't, he would disfigure me.

"Deacon who can manage the Lord's health."

With that said, the butler received from the Lord a plate with sandwich ingredients on it.

Immediately after I gave it to him, only slightly, but Pean's consciousness dazzles.

The magic you give to the Dark Spirit is the limit.

Pean lays his eyes down only once as soon as the lock looks down at the rare breakdown of the sandwich fixture on the plate.

Start preparing the Dark Spirit, who is still making noise, to return from his own shadow to the world in which the Spirit lives.

I opened my eyes before Locke looked up at me again, and my mouth also opened.

"Hey, it's been a long time since you've been traveling. If you took a bath since you got back to your room yesterday, you've got wonders and feelings on your mind.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha '

Breathe in along the way, take the air into your lungs big enough not to get stunned.

I managed to mislead my guests and, above all, the butler in front of me.

'... when your husband stays up all night, even if he is calm in his heart, he will draw you all by adding suspicion to the representations that appear on the table'

I was calm everywhere in the mind of a wise man.

And now I thought it would even be nice to spend all night with the neighborhood on my face.

If you find out that you are wearing out so much magic that you are likely to get a standing glare, "My husband wants a butler to support your lord perfectly, Locke" will surely hurt you.

"Please refrain as much as you can, especially when you have customers."

Deacon, with a bitter laugh,

"You sound like a small child, sir",

In my heart, I was glad that he was small and "shuddered" at me.

(It's okay, I misled you)

When he thought that far, Pean completely disconnected himself from the Spirit of Darkness and finished his spiritual art of reading minds.

"No, I think I'm so excited because when I was a little kid, I couldn't get out of Robrow the other way, so now I am."

(Now, let's go ahead and tease "clear" here and then)

'Huh?'

After being stunned, the butler was stiffened with a dish with sandwich ingredients on his face.

(The next trip will probably be a little spicy if I rock it)

The standing glare is completely cured, and Pean passes next to the butler to step into the room.

I opened my mouth wide to be "clear," looking for someone who would lead to "the spiciness of the lock".

"Quickly, but Pean Vinegar has also become high tension by remembering one dark spiritual art in a short time to a habit of incompatibility"

This was half, close to the fact.

Until now, I've been estranged, and without a trigger, Pean didn't have a chance to meet the Dark Spiritual Arts.

Well, I hope we met, but I don't remember how.

Now there is a picture book in my nostalgia that sucks and shares "the critical magic that the possessor can move."

Before I was sucked into my memory, the fact that a picture book was "reluctant" to suck more magic was also remembered by Pean.

Therefore, the wise man presumed that something had happened when he met the Dark Spirituality.

(I hope you don't like it or dislike it anymore, but you're a little too greedy, "Mr. Picture Book.")

In front of the wise man who thinks about it is Gloriosa, with long, black hair down, grabbed by Angletham at the root.

Out of my martial bone hands, I could see a slice of string that would have been given to me by Trenia looking precious.

(In a way, you don't have to read your mind)

The goddess with long hair down also looks calmer and more dignified than usual.

But the black eyes staring at the broken strings and the brows that could only be described as harsh on them had created muscle between the brows, creating a brilliant expression of "agony".

"Gloriosa, if your hair stopper string is broken, have Karin fix it."

I knew this word wouldn't do much for Gloriosa, but for now, I tried to say it.

There is no movement from Gloriosa's distressed face.

That's all I knew I cared about Trenia.

"And if it's Trenia Bubaldia the Witch, there's no way I'm gonna feel bad about it."

(Maybe Trenia thinks Gloriosa too)

- The moment I heard that Trenia would never feel bad, I gave her a puff of face and Gloriosa even brightened her expression.

Then he twisted his successful neck at the words of the wise man, in a manner that also seemed to be his usual purity.

At that time, Pean notices that the long hair that had been lowered wobbled, Gloriosa's mouth dew, and a rather splendid mole on the right.

That's a pretty good mole.

I remembered how I was rubbing it a little after I left the room carrying a lock last night.

Gloriosa was putting the question to her mouth without worrying about the impression of her face she was giving the wise man.

"Pean, how do you know the string was broken?

Next to it Angletham stares at Gloriosa as she peeks into her face in a truly frightened manner.

"Are you sure you were Uzzy about that and didn't come out without tying your hair together!?

Oh, Anglecomb too.

This one has brown skin and is not very noticeable, but there is still a mole in the left eye area.

(Does the position and mole indicate that Gloriosa kicked and Angletham plucked each other in the back fist?)

Lord Robrow, not neglecting to train in physical surgery with the deacon, was even discussing the situation in which the mole was made.

That's not what I said!... but if Pean says so, doesn't Trenia feel bad?

Rock, continuing with Anglecomb, the wise man, who was greatly trusted, almost laughed.

(Well, even if these two had a "fight," the damage would be less.

If you mean it, you must be two people who could crush one or two of the Lords' mansions)

When I first met Gloriosa, I tried turning it into a pean that was witnessing the destruction of a giant rock with a "heel drop" and it seemed really cute because it was a minor injury between the guests.

(One of the furniture hasn't been broken, and don't let the fight go in)

For the courtyard the other day, the wise man, who had just purchased furniture because he liked the shape and the workmanship, decided not to question the owner of the mansion because the guest had broken nothing and stormed in the room.

I overtook a butler holding a plate with ingredients for my breakfast.

Turn your back and out of the less amount of magic, try to squeeze it out. The wise man concentrates his consciousness to put the "Spirit of the Word" on his voice, and opens his mouth wide to proclaim.

"I have something to say to the Determined Army Staff, Angletham Padrick, before he joins the Determined Army as Pean Vinegar, the wise man.

I have a deadline of four years for my next journey, a journey that I could meet a deacon who would refrain from beside me like my shadow, until I grow up.

Therefore, four years from now, I pledge to help the peace of the country as a wise man '

(Oh, I finally got it in my mouth)

Rin's voice, but Pean was frightened.

Two young men with martial arts and wisdom and charisma that don't attract people.

And a witch who reads the hearts of those who travel to God, waiting for the return of these young men, and a priest who exchanges hearts with spirits like martial artists.

If these four have been joined by myself, a wise man, and a deacon youth who gives me the best support, I am convinced that the time of four years will be enough to make this country, which leaned heavily, a flat country once again.

- If one of the four people has a pean and a lock even if it falls out for about two years, the Hole is confident enough to make up for it.

Though I have firm confidence, until the peace is over, the sage really chills my feelings to the point that it is unacceptable for me to have any clues or deficiencies.

When I diagnosed the people who would be Robrow's old stock, and the Lords themselves "darkened" to join the deciding army - I told them not to speak clearly or in form, and asked them to cooperate.

It was also a story I took because I was someone who had "wisdom" to understand, whether it was in shape or in words.

Aside from the Lord's most heavily used butler at first, I was happy to be consulted, neither the ancient stock boasting of Robrow's "wise man," nor the wise lord making it sound or letters - when I understand what I conveyed in the "no proof left" way I talked about, I hardly get two sentences.

When Pean speaks in a geometric (how long) and he understands what it means to enter the resistance in a way that speaks to Park Chun (a bump), everyone is uniformly silenced.

I know that within a country called Cerisanseum, on land everywhere, distress is beginning.

However, the robrows they live in, although a little painful, fully live through a policy of impossibility from the country.

"That's good. I can't stay on any other land."

A wise but conservative people holds such an idea in their hearts first.

But the Wise Men, whom Pean "abetted", know that it is also thanks to Pean, the lord and wise man, that this Robrow "hasn't been in that much trouble".

The person who is "doing something for me" is now looking to do something "country by country" instead of territory.

To be honest, even the people who think they're wise in Loblaw don't know how amazing the "wise" thing is.

Smart, wise and above ourselves, we are given the right to use witchcraft and to "explore" across borders.

Whether you know it in words or imagine it in your position, it's too big to be realistic.

So those who get lost in judging that there is no "realism" use "he" to make them realize that they are in the vortex of exactly changing times right now.

"I can see ahead, I only speak to people I trust."

With such sweet words reveal the "identity" of a charismatic man who strayed into this territory a few weeks ago.

The true figure of Glow Bubaldia, protected by the Lords, is to be royal: Gloriosa Sunflower. And I'm also surprised that he's the leader of the resistance, but above all, that he's the "king's bastard" leads to affirmation of the charisma that I actually felt when I met him.

Wise men, attracted to, touched by, and touched by Gloriosa, waver.

In another guess, the sage suggests a "hostage" and "future" to be held hostage.

In the unlikely event that "peace fails" and the presence of "Lordship Robrow" is scattered across the country, I told him that I wouldn't mind saying "the Lordship forced me to cooperate".

If you're going to report it to the "country," you can keep an eye on the lord's family, fail to do so, and give the lord's family to the country.

If you convey and propose such a "failed" future, the words will not last.

Next, tell us about the "future" you are waiting for, which remains motionless from the "reality" of today.

"Even if it's good now, if you replace the lord and I'm little cunning no longer, maybe Robrow will be like a crushed territory first.

At that time, it may not be our own generation that suffers, but it would be our blood family that inherited it.

Don't let such a "future" come, pretend you don't know it now, cooperate in the Lord's absence, and delude us all together.

In the unlikely event that all responsibility is borne by the clan of lords, the Vinegar family.

Protect a territory called Robrow and connect it to the future.

This is also the work of the Vinegar family. "

The clan of lords assumed responsibility for the death, so they were given false testimony for the sake of peace.

I'm really the father of a human denassi, as my daughters say, for involving my family's life without permission.

And for what you want to protect even if you become a ″ human denaci ″, Sage continues to declare to two guests.

"At the same time, I'm going to give back a little bit of the talent of the trapped dark spiritual art of a talented country called Rock."

Behind me, I heard a butler breathing.

"I will not admit to imposing misfortune on a single person for the sake of much peace"

Being a wise man, Pean disgusted just knowing the "mistreatment" of those living in the "human treatment born in the presence of a vessel" in the given role.

There are people who don't want to live their whole lives in seclusion because they have great power and talent, even though they don't want to.

As a lord who is entrusted with the land of this country, albeit at one end, that is unacceptable.

Most importantly, someone who would fit into the "vessel" he meets - Rock keeps his talent locked up all the time in this country like this.

I couldn't stand the pean that was ready to welcome Rock as a friend, even as a wise man to "explore".

If you've decided to think of Rock as your friend, that's more than enough.

If you have achieved peace, if your "friend" wants the relationship between the Lord and the Deacon as it is, and you want to stay in Robrow, then you don't mind.

However, if you are a friend, I would also like you to open up the talent he possesses.

If you are a friend of someone named yourself, I don't want you to have more enduring relationships for them than you have to.

(Well, I wonder if this is gonna be my fault for my "friend")

Ni and I raised the edge of our mouth and put "the terms of our last entry" in our mouth to our friend, who had a reciprocal relationship from the beginning with his life.

"Instead of working together to put a man named Gloriosa on the throne, we will also incorporate into this king's reign a" law "that will change the situation of those who have been born into" vessels ".

As a wise man, that's the condition for me to enter. '

By the time I finished saying that, the first fright the wise man had was already to the point of being "able to hold".

Angletham takes off the hand he was turning to the root of Gloriosa and leaves one step forward.

The Determining Army staff "welcomed" the entry of the wise and drowned deeply.

- If you fail to calm down, you can come back here.

- I want "respected beings" to survive as much as possible, but I also want help.

"Please, my lord, put Gloriosa Sunflower on the throne with the help of the wise man Pean Vinegar."

And if we have the same "dream," we can see it together.

"Huh?. What, you're saying that sometime Angletham and Pean and I were talking and Pean would join the deciding army?

Quite a bit, Gloriosa breaks what was in a harsh atmosphere.

"... Gloriosa"

Angletham gave a slight shocked voice, but I feel good about it for the wise.

Sometimes I think it takes a harsh atmosphere and tension, but I'm sure the reign that someone named "Gloriosa Sunflower" aspires to is something whose serenity is fundamental.

She shakes her long black hair like a dog's tail, and Gloriosa opens her mouth wide with a mole, making it seem strange.

He was comparing a familiar brown best friend with a mole in his eye to a newly made best friend with a prominent red and black coat of gray hair that had a neighborhood under his eyes.

If you had shut up and let your hair down, you could "pseudo" a rather dignified figure, but you're my best friend as if you were a young child - and the beautiful stubbornness you prescribe with your master, I'll snort and affirm it for sure.

'As always, Gloriosa is quick to grasp the gist, regardless of the small difficulties.

Yes, you're right. '

As Angletham looked back, if that's what he explained, Pean also laughed at the speed of Gloriosa's interpretation, letting him put his arms together and nod and do it.

(If you're Rock, why are you still confused?)

I can breathe in the back earlier, and then I can feel my butler still not moving as it solidifies.

'Well, that's what happens when it's easy.

Gloriosa. Come on, that hair would be depressing, too.

In the meantime, if there's no string '

That said, Pean stretches his long fingers off his own tie on the collar.

I stopped my hand, trying to release it towards Gloriosa.

(... right, rather than giving my stuff to Gloriosa)

"Rock, come on"

An idea comes to mind, and I call the butler.

"Ah, yes, sir"

Without thinking all about it in Pean's remarks earlier, the butler, in a state that was half-hardened, came beside the Lord with the same sandwich ingredients on it in a hazy manner.

'What is it, sir? If it's a sandwich, I'll make it right away'

'Oh, I want a rock sandwich too.

But for now, I want to replace my string tie with yours'

The wise man's long finger slipped softly into the butler's collar.

"So, I'm going to offer you your string tie as a tie to Gloriosa's hair."

I pinched the end of the string tie and the twitching butler's came off.

'Um, it's...'

While Locke was bewildered and didn't even reply to the acknowledgement, Pean's long, clever fingers were tied around his thin neck for a man, slacking the string tie loose.

Even with the closed collar open and the little throat buddha exposed, the butler is still confused as to how to react.

The lord looked back small and raised the edge of his mouth, calling on the two guests.

"Anglecomb, if it stays long, it'll be hard to get a meal, so wrap your hair around Gloriosa and tie him with this string."

Sage said so, throwing the string tie off the butler, brown sturdy.

The butler's string tie was made of skin and had a moderate weight, so the buoyancy and air resistance were not affected to draw the parabola beautifully and fit into Anglecomb's hands.

However, both Anglecam, who received it, and Gloriosa, who is about to tie her hair, face each other and give a slightly bewildered look.

I don't know what purpose a wise man is acting on. Rock, on the other hand, kept a plate, and I know what action was taken by the Lord, but I didn't know what "meant" was done, and I was staring at the tall Lord.

'Hmm...... Rock doesn't seem to mind "crossing over to Gloriosa, who doesn't like his stuff."

When the "bad gloriosa" and pean were clearly in his mouth, the guests were all frowning tightly and in good shape.

'Ah, yes…, if I can be of service to you, as Deacon of the Lordship's Mansion, I have nothing to say about detention or feelings with my personal possessions'

The lord nodded satisfactorily as the butler replied honestly.

"Mm-hmm."

To the deacon's reply, the wise man replied so and then took the plate held by the deacon and placed it on the empty space of the trolley that had carried the breakfast on his side.

Then grab both shoulders of the butler with both hands and face them in the front. Pean is taller, so nature and rock took the form of looking up.

Then Sage showed Rock the string tie he had removed earlier.

'So how would Rock feel if I'd offered Gloriosa the string tie I'd been wearing until now, "Tie your hair with this"?

As I asked, both ends of the butler's brow dropped to Russia and wrinkles were about to be carved between the brows.

Exposing the "rejection" look in front of the Guest managed to hold back, but the butler's atmosphere is irresistible and creates something heavy.

It is some distance apart, it was also passed on to Anglecam and Gloriosa at their leisure.

"Rock doesn't like Pean Vinegar's stuff going to Gloriosa Sunflower, does he?"

When asked so straight, the butler did not answer and let his face bow down, which was looking up at the Lord.

A few years ago, if adults had never done this before, and most importantly, "very unpopular," I would be deeply ashamed of myself, but mainly I can't rock to answer falsehood.

But I won't respond with this reaction, but it has been conveyed enough that "I don't like Pean's stuff crossing into Gloriosa".

(When this happens, it's easier to avoid Gloriosa and I acting alone.

But maybe we can do it for moving on "Gloriosa and Rock".

It's only a good thing we "don't let Pean be too attracted to Gloriosa"...... hmm?)

I feel mildly uncomfortable when I look at the butler who is leaning over, thinking about a combination of candidates, if I and Rock enter from now on.

By removing the lock's tie, the collar of the butler's shirt looked somewhat wide open, but even visible to the clavicle.

The collar shape was also slightly diagonal, and he felt it seemed to open too much, but apparently the butler misbuttoned his shirt.

He didn't look detached until now because he was tightening his string tie.

And the butler hasn't even noticed the mistake.

(It's a rare lock that I'm always sure of)

At the same time, I can't hold onto the boiling flashes.

"Again, it looks like Rock is still tired yesterday today"

Laughing and saying so, if he held the string tie in his hand and gently poked a ton of the butler's clavicle with his finger from the gap in his collar, Locke immediately notices his lapse and hurries to fix the misalignment.

"Anglecomb, this is how we're going to get in, so please say hello when combining"

With a laugh, I put my string tie back on as a kitten, wrapped it softly around the butler's neck.

Under the collar of the butler's shirt, the wise man passes through a tie that was his own.

'Sir, it's me...'

To a superior complexion, while doing the clever thing of shooting redness, Locke tries to solidify the act of being able to tighten a tie from a pean.

But ignoring the rhetoric, the wise man was beginning to tie the lock tie.

'Well don't say that. Let me do something older once in a while... Hmm?

A vertical wrinkle is gently engraved between the brows of the wise man.

Layer the tie strings, combine them, stop your hand there once, and the sage twists his neck.

As the sage and butler continued to talk in some way, Angletham looked at his best friend silently with green eyes, and as he understood, Gloriosa was sitting in a chair and turning her head back to her best friend.

The pair of sage and butler, on the other hand, had their mouths open as Pean untied the string tie once and began tying again.

'And then, rock. As a butler, it is certainly unsavory to show up on your face, even if there were likes and dislikes of people.

However, there are times when people who are really "unbelievable" are still alive.

And even if you're lucky, you've met a very good man.

The wise man speaks loosely to the deacon, who has always been an excellent disciple who has not had to do anything to teach him about direct, serious, study, magic, or anything he can learn alone.

And to the word "good man," Rock, who is also a disciple, puts on another look that seems complicated.

I knew that what the Lord meant by "good people" was that they were doing Gloriosa Sunflower.

"... would Rock feel bad if I just praised Gloriosa?

Rock doesn't reply to this either, but the atmosphere somewhat leaves out what he thinks the "answer" is.

'Well, you may think that's not the way to go......, Mm.

Rock, I'm gonna "spin" it.

That said, I took my hand off the string with the string tie through under the butler's collar.

And Pean grabbed both shoulders of the butler, gassilli.

Rock immediately understood what it meant and nodded quietly when he noticed that the Lord was apparently struggling to tie a string tie.

Turn on the spot, following the behavior that the Lord desires very carefully, also with the help of the push of the shoulder by Pean.

Gloriosa, as is often the case with the Lord and Deacon of the Mansion, who only seemed to behave like an "Azumi" learned from a wise man in his old hometown, watched his mouth gently and round to Anglecomb.

Gloriosa, whose telepathy was unavailable, was only moving her lips "awesome" without a voice, and Anglecombed her best friend's dark hair with her hands, and she nodded in tune.

The butler had turned beautifully, turned his back on the pean, and the sage had tried to cuddle him from behind when he saw it from the sight, and had begun another challenge (?) to tie the string tie.

"Oh, this is going to tie well."

The sage speaks out of joy that tying a string tie that has failed twice is going to work this time.

"That's above all, sir."

On his own chest, Rock smiled unexpectedly at the Lord's hand, which moves more smoothly than just now, and the Lord's upbeat voice, which is heard from behind.

(Sounds clever, my husband is somewhere clumsy... is that it?)

The fingers on both hands of the pean move more agile than they did earlier, even though they tie a string tie on their chest.

And the right-handed index finger, the most well-moving Lord's dominant hand - there was a scar beyond it that was not in Rock's memory.

(These scars weren't supposed to be here until yesterday)

Yesterday, after I couldn't move on my own, I had Pean carry me to Rock's bedroom.

I couldn't move my body at that time, so even when I turned my hand around my head and had it lay down slowly, Pean's right hand was in Rock's sight and I didn't have this scar.

"Quickly, Pean Vinegar has learned one dark spiritual art in a short period of time due to his incompatibility habit, which also makes him high-tension."

Because of the scratches, I don't use any more sage, but Rock remembered the words earlier when there was a magic trick that used "blood".

(… but it's not like I know how to bleed with dark spirituality.

And the magic of using blood is dangerous)

The scar is perfectly healed, but it was quite a deep wound from the marks, and Rock's feelings cooled to the point that the Lord might have performed dangerous sorcery where he did not know.

- What happened and my "I" loved one got hurt?.

When Rock darkens his feelings like that, a picture book lurking in the coat of sage gives out a black twist and perfectly erases the signs.

'All right!, now it's working!

Cut, the voice of the pean instantly warms the heart of the cold lock, along with the sound of a leather-tailored tie that is dedicated and quite effective by Lord Robrow.

'All right, I'll put it back!

"Ah, yes."

Now it did not even go as far as "Ahju," but also with the voice of the LORD, the butler did not delay, but turned at the right time, and met each other again.

Pean took two steps back, then twisted his neck again just a little bit, stretching his scarred right hand fingertips over Rock's chest.

'... hey, is it oblique?

If I pulled and shaped the end of the tie I tied, I could gradually convince myself of my tie.

'Well, this will do.

So here we go......, Rock, what's up?

I don't have cold hearts, but seeing the wounds on my fingertips that are healing makes Rock's expression stronger again.

'Did you think your neck was thin and you wrapped your tie around it but it was getting tight?

With that said, when Pean slipped his scarred fingertips between the butler's collar and neck and saw how he was doing, Rock was surprised to try to jump his body with Bikun.

Then he blushes and looks at himself with a strange look on his face, Pean, and his fingers coming into his neck muscle and panics.

'No, that doesn't mean the tie your husband made is painful.

I just had a scar on my right index finger that I don't remember either, so I was wondering what happened...

Sure, it's a wound that wasn't there last night, sir. '

As he enters his neck muscle, holding the Lord's fingertips by accident, the butler explains his fortitude.

If he heard it, Pean, convinced, spoke a little shorter and pulled out the finger he had put in the butler's collar.

"- What, besides the fact that Peen was in the" neighborhood "of his eyes, was he even injured?

Gloriosa, the neighborhood isn't hurt.

For now, with a pean string tie, Gloriosa, who had her hair tied, and Angletham, who tied her best friend's hair beautifully even with her hands, were coming to her side.

Then, the deacon's face still tenses strongly by bringing the "unmistakable being" closer together. Each of the three older people watching such a rock had a different reaction.

'Oh, well, should I apologize for "sorry"?

First, Gloriosa looks at two people, Pean and Angletham, and asks.

'It's not about apologizing, Gloriosa.

I didn't mean to bother you just because you said you didn't like Rock...

Trouble is, you're not "on the phone," are you?

Chuckles and Angletham confirms to Gloriosa, smiling.

At first, he tries to apologize more than he needs to, he tries to stop his best friend, but Angletham confirms by recalling the "traits" of a person named his best friend Gloriosa.

I know my best friend holds a charisma liked by 10,000 people, but "I got him protected from stray, two weeks at the Lords' residence".

It seems that during that period, the defeated Lobrow inhabitants and Gloriosa were doing well.

But I can't say for sure if I think that Gloriosa hasn't bothered with the locking of the butler's job, which manages the details, similar in type to Angletham's.

My niece would happily keep staring, taking the gaze from her beautiful green eyes, which she had taken at first, but Gloriosa, but his lacquered black eyes, moving slowly upper-right with both eyes together.

'... maybe I'm not calling...?

Eventually, with his hands on his bearded jaw with some extension, this time traceable, Gloriosa spewed out the words.

'Don't distract me, don't give me the end of the story, don't put a question mark!.

It's what I've done, but you have to hold on to me. '

"No, because this time when I realized it, it seemed that Robrow's bandits had been destroyed."

Rock rushes to pinch his mouth when he sees Angletham preaching Gloriosa and doing it.

'Oh, no, on a few occasions, I've guided you lost in the Lordship's residence, and besides being late for work, I haven't bothered you that much'

Rock was going to follow, and this one was telling Angletham, who was feeling intimate, as it were, and in a way had driven Gloriosa into distress.

To this, Pean, the Lord who kept "observing", accidentally held down his mouth and laughed.

'Well, I figured you'd better apologize...'

'No, so that's not what I meant!.

Lord Sage, I understand the situation, Rock, and I don't mind using the decision-makers for your growth, so please sort this out once and for all. "

Anglecomb pointed the water at the pean because the conversation seemed intransigent.

(Did Angletham notice?)

'Yeah, well, why don't we talk about this in a bad connection?

As a wise man to Gloriosa Sunflower, who doesn't understand the word "love" and whose bluntness now stands out in mind and movement, I will give you the advice you deserve to be strong.

After you leave Robrow, if you have returned to the deciding army, ask Trenia Bubaldia to marry you, and if you have been refused a proposal, then suggest that you have children.

In the meantime, having "my own child" must also be a "dream" for Trenia.

As much as my best friend and I get each other injured in the face, I got angry when I heard from Anglecam how Trenia Bubaldia really felt.

Let me ask you to marry me.

After the sage's high laughter echoed into the room, a very long period of silence filled the room.