Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

After a very long time had ended, Gloriosa was turning bright red, Angletham was a wolf, and Rock was able to sympathize with those who were not comfortable.

- And the deacon cared so much, he had enough power to temporarily forget about the Lord's hurt fingertips.

"Lord Sage, how can you connect where the story can fly that far!?

When Anglecomb was too sudden, overt and too naked to talk about love being "Park Xinren" to each other, he came forward to shelter Gloriosa, who was complacently blushing.

'Besides, I told you to get organized, but isn't it about time you get organized -'

Now Anglecomb was making a statement to represent the feelings of the three, with the exception of Pean Vinegar.

The wise man on the other hand does not see the sturdy one who speaks, but also anticipates the deacon, who complains of the Lord's sudden remarks, looking at the rich brunette who is now blushing because of his accidents and the young man with the same coloured, stern eyes.

'No, I'm going to be ready to sort things out after I'm done with the pacification.

Anglecomb, I should have declared that my activities were due for four years.

It's not just for calculation, it's for post-tranquillity. "

The words are directed at Anglecam, but the sage's gaze just looks straight at Gloriosa still.

"Even if we calm down because of this, if we don't have anything to inherit afterwards, there will be another dispute.

Better not insult people's stupidity '

Deacon witnessed to worship Him, he understood that a man named Pean was meeting him as a wise man, manipulating something called "love" that he cherished and shackled.

"And Gloriosa"

Then, a wise man turned into the face of a "man," and stared at Gloriosa.

Can you forgive Trenia Bubaldia for being held by another man?

―――――

The use of a very abusive word for someone named Peen Vinegar was found in his butler and in the beautiful sturdy trust of an unlimited number of people named Sage.

It conveys that the word was abusive enough to anger a man who could be likened to a god.

"If Trenia chose, I..."

"It's not how Trenia feels, Gloriosa Sunflower." Your Highness, I'm asking how you feel. "

I beckoned my own butler, whose hands were softly confused, saying things that Pean could feel harsh about.

The moment he sees it, Rock returns to his usual "Deacon of the Lordship of Robrow", albeit with all sorts of surprises and emotional swings.

He erased any expression from his face, refrained from the sound of his own making like a shadow, and lowered his head to the rear of the Lord as he bowed.

(Surprisingly enough, I know it calms me down)

The butler looked at his tall husband's tall and grey-haired head, and Rock knew that was because Pean and Gloriosa were now far from being "close".

It's no exaggeration to say that the tense air fills the room this time.

It was not just a feeling of tension such as moisture or warmth "slaughter", on the contrary, because all emotions were cloudy, it was in such a state that it was not known what would lead to "detonation".

Some of them include the bewilderment and anger of a person named Angletham Padrick.

Now he holds a mole in the left eye of his brilliant face, carving a vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows, standing between Gloriosa and Pean, as Angletham shelters his best friend from words by the wise.

And Anglecomb himself, considering that standing between these two could be a very "out of place" thing, couldn't help but pinch the words.

'Lord Sage, you've already guessed that Gloriosa has a man in her body who is affectionate and kind to those who think she's a friend.

Even if Gloriosa had any more feelings or a desire for exclusivity toward Trenia, he would never put those feelings on the table if that led to her suffering. "

A wise man reached out softly and Anglecomb's words were stopped halfway through.

The sage temporarily shifts his gaze from Gloriosa to Anglecam, touching the bruises in his eyes made yesterday with scarred fingertips, while having a neighborhood.

- The wound on his face was made by confirming it.

To a dull man in love, a woman who hears people's feelings.

Either of them asked me to keep my mouth shut, and I seem to use it cleverly, not available, Angletham Padrick.

Then it's far from the devil.

The man, nestled in front of Anglecomb, raises the edge of his mouth and his eyes are only arc-drawn and narrowed, but they only look vicious.

Even if it's ever been painted on blood in battle,

Even with the real Gloriosa in front of you,

Even if you see Julian with regrets,

Even if you look at Trenia crying,

Even if you look at troubled priests,

Angletham didn't feel like his heart was atrophied enough to stare at this sage.

("Knowledge" to my extent does not extend very much to the "knowledge" that this person has)

"Out of the way."

Just like Gloriosa earlier, Sage moves only his lips, conveys his will, and Angletham understands it.

Pean continued silently, pushing his fingertips down from the top of the mole in the eye area without saying a word, to encourage Angletham's chest to "retreat".

A small pain ran slightly at the fingertips of the sage who pushed the Guest's chest, but not enough to give it a look.

But the pushed anglecum did not retreat, and Pean flattened the shape of the arc, which was also visible to the smile.

In your ears, Anglecam Igimenaide! and the spirits whisper in the ears of small and wise men.

On the chest of the Guest I had just guessed, there was a "beaded ring" made by Gloriosa's niece.

There was also the help of that ″ ring full of feelings of love and magic ″, and the Spirit of the Wind, who was faster to gain shape, was turning his anger at the wise man whose ringmaker was sincerely "in love" with him - trying to hurt Anglecomb.

'Angletham, hearing how Trenia felt, just prioritized it with that.

'Cause I know I'd want that, that's all.'

Gloriosa, who had previously been behind us to be sheltered by Anglecam, stepped out in front of her best friend softly.

Her face is still red, but her feelings are much calmer, which is transmitted to what is around her in the atmosphere.

"Well, as a friend, I think it's a dream that Trenia wants to have a child of her own.

So, but I'm sure, if we waste what we've done so far, that'll annoy the rest of us, and now, maybe Trenia's having children can lead to that?

And now I can't believe I'm letting Trenia have a baby. '

'- Then let's change the way we say it.

Can Gloriosa love non-Trenian women?

Stuck in words, he managed to return the words, but again in a different way Pean's words attack Gloriosa.

"My childhood friend, stronger than you, leaning on me when it was the hardest, grabbing me to your stomach, above all, I can't change my mind, scorn my best friend and companion, the" woman, "and love the other women?"

Even though he was "good at fighting," the man who was really bad at such things was silenced again.

(I wondered how my daughters were going around their mouths and how they disliked it... but when this happens, the root of their bad mouth will still be me)

The sage narrows the shape of his eyes, which he was straightening, again in the form of a smile, and now also at the head of the entering resistance, at a distance, and poorly speaks to him.

'Shall I be more frank? After the peace is over, are you willing to carry on the reign of the nascent kingdom of Cerisanseum, holding a woman other than Trenia Bubaldia, making a child and bequeathing that child? I'm asking.'

Fighting with weapons and power would be a life-threatening battle, but if Gloriosa were to be the opponent, there was a wise man himself who could win even with his magic at the bottom.

(Well, I also feel like proof that Gloriosa is kind and that I have no guts.

Anglecomb also apparently thought that adding "Peen Vinegar" would only shorten the country's time to peace.

If I had time after that, I guess Trenia and Gloriosa were going to dine enough to be aware of each other)

Apparently Pean's remarks were only unexpected, a staff member who now took the form of refraining behind Gloriosa.

With a wrinkle engraved between his eyebrows, he was comparing the head behind his best friend as a leader to the face of the wise man who asked for help.

If a wise man sent telepathy to his own butler, who refrained like a shadow at his usual rate, the butler returned with an extremely calm reply.

(Your husband's "words" and your children's words are different.

If this means "Sage Peen Vinegar" joins the Final Army, do it.

Sage means joining his people.

Please tell us first of all what you represent.

I accompany and obey everywhere)

Initially, I was both deacon and surprised by the word to Gloriosa to propose to her companions and to have children, but I understand the meaning of saying the word of the Lord from around the corner where I was put in my hand.

Sir, you're going to make Gloriosa acknowledge that we're building the foundations of the country now.

While Gloriosa is unable to respond well, the butler returns telepathy so that it becomes the Lord's "leisure time".

(What we're trying to get people to do is what we've been looking for in a person who is the head of a group of people.

There is no particular substitute or ingenuity for what has been done for a long time.

But in the end, in this country called Selisanseum, it is also the quickest way to grasp the feelings of the people)

Rock understands that Pean is moving on to behave as king of the country in the sense of a world of peace to Gloriosa.

(Regardless of the size of the land, this robrow is also a conservative way to do it...

Marriage and consolidation undoubtedly garner the support of the people, but you shouldn't tell Gloriosa this part.

I have a great admiration for the "home" thing.

Either way, at dawn, when the army settled the country, the people would soon ask for "peace")

- If, until now, a man who has dispelled an anxious and irresistible routine has set himself up as a king, he asks for the continuation of it, as a matter of course, to a man with a blood connection of that person.

(Because even in other peaceful countries, the people can feel safer that there is a blood connection to the succession of those who will be their masters.

Now, if you don't hear back, I'm sorry about Gloriosa, but let me do a "chase")

Gloriosa was still unable to answer the question of whether she could love a woman other than Trenia, although she did not back off.

It's like I heard the answer before.

Along with the words I heard before, the wise man opens his mouth, slowly choosing words.

"If you like it or not, I like it clearly.

... does this feel good to be called "love"?.

I just want to protect you, I want you to laugh, so whatever happens, is it okay if I want to take care of you? "

Very gentle, the words spoken by Gloriosa rubbed against an object called reality, poked by a wise man in a vivid language.

'You don't like it, do you?.

If you could, you'd always want to keep it beside someone named yourself, one of us after the peace, a familiar and best friend, Trenia Bubaldia?.

And the way she holds the baby and smiles is adorable.

But if that baby is about to become a real ghost if Trenia and the other men's blood are crossing, right?

"No! I'm just normal."

"Lord Sage! Words are too much!

Gloriosa and Anglecomb's words were aligned and directed at the wise.

It was a word that came out at the same time, but the two wise men had enough to hear and understand the words they said.

'Gloriosa, do you want me to tell you how it's different?.

So, Anglecam is too wordy, which means that if it's not, can my remarks about "the thoughts Gloriosa has on Trenia" be considered as diagrams?

I don't even want enough fried chicken.

It's not as bad as how your husband flirts.

To the telepathy of the wise, the butler was returning his words in a way he was accustomed to.

What this pean said would be to match Gloriosa and Angletham with each other.

Then they carved deep wrinkles into each other's eyebrows again, and green eyes and pitch-black eyes took the form of stares.

"- What do we do? Will Gloriosa and Angletham talk first?.

Or, as you express your opinion to me, will you identify the differences in how you perceive your feelings towards Trenia Bubaldia among your best friends?.

I don't care either way. "

Watching how it was, the wise man put his arms together and laughed unfaithfully as he stroked his jaw with his right hand.

The flirtatious lord is pleased that in the words he unleashed, he brilliantly "fueled" both Gloriosa's anger and Anglecam's dissatisfaction.

(Apparently, there's been a fight within yesterday, but there's no settlement.)

If you flew telepathy to the butler without looking back in a good mood, the reply came back soon.

(- Perhaps you sent the story forward "first after returning to the determinants"?.

The immediate goal of the determinants is to "stabilize the country".

Besides, as for love, Dear Anglecam, Gloriosa, I don't like you both, so I was wondering if it would have been a story that wouldn't have gone on without someone "a caretaker")

The butler's words still go on.

(Sir, as much as we got our hands on each other last night, be it Anglecam or Gloriosa, we must have already had a scattered exchange of views.

And while we were exchanged, we said what we wanted to say to each other, but as my husband said, "I didn't settle."

Why don't they take the blame for rekindling it, as a caretaker) The word "caretaker" came up and the wise man frowned a little.

Fortunately (?), the expression was not noticed by Gloriosa and Anglecam, who are in the shape of staring at each other.

(- You know I don't like "love stories," either?)

(You may not be comfortable with "talking about love," but "you are very good at giving attention to women who have had children and have had children of your own," I ask your wife Karin.

Besides, what my husband is suggesting to Master Gloriosa as a "wise man" is that "that kind of thing") If the butler returned the words of Salari and now repeatedly blinked hard at a certain eye area in the neighborhood - a beautiful brown man stopped me from seeing my best friend and my mouth opened small.

The wise man and butler instantly watch the movement and simultaneously move their eyes toward the Guest.

"Then," as you express your opinion, you will identify among your best friends the differences in how you perceive your feelings for Trenia Bubaldia ".

Let me ask you to move on in this direction.

That's okay, Gloriosa. '

Anglecomb's face made the impression that he had said "Determined Army Staff", and apparently he had left things in order.

"- Weren't you going to talk to them after you got back?

Gloriosa pointed that word at Anglecam as she grabbed her hand, which had been fisted, with even more force.

Anglecam had a clear face, and I could see Chillari and her best friend thinking a little.

(- Surely, Master Gloriosa holds the string that ties her special hair, which she received from Mr. Trenia)

For not being close to my Lord, Rock surprises me that I can even feel kind to Gloriosa.

But I was surprised that he really thought of a woman named Trenia, and I felt so empathetic with the butler.

I just don't know what it feels like to be important. But I don't know, but I was wondering why Rock couldn't put that feeling on the table.

(Gloriosa must be hesitant to show that she likes Trenia.)

I think the feeling of "liking" is something that adults don't flatter on the table unless it's also a marriage ceremony.

And the territory of Robrow is particularly strong in such customs.

On top of that, a person named Gloriosa had been accepted by the inhabitants of the land.

Gloriosa has a sense with the inhabitants of the land - if it's conservative and the "status quo" is calm, that's fine, we've been dating for three weeks, and Rock has figured that out.

(But no matter how conservative, I don't think it's okay to "move things forward" anymore.)

If you are quite close to each other as best friends and feel that you can think of each other and care about each other, I think it's a good idea to not mention children, confess or be lovers to each other.

(My husband says, as a deciding army, they've been acting together for ten years.)

In what the Deacon learned in the "Book of Love" in the Lordship Mansion, it seemed that the relationship between Gloriosa and Trenia also fits well into the story of love in youth.

In those lineage books, 70% were the end of a story called "Happy Ending," so it's not surprising if this guest is or applies.

(Even though she is a lover, Angletham is obliged by Gloriosa's niece.

The latter one means the priest...

- What the hell is really making Gloriosa hesitate)

If I stared at that Gloriosa, he looked really unusual and weak for him, letting his tough brow take the form of a "c" and watching Anglecam, who made the suggestion, with a sinister face.

But there is no way that Gloriosa can put out a better word than that beautiful brown proposal.

'Then as I accept Anglecomb's suggestion..., how long is the story going on between the two of us?

Gloriosa heard from Anglecam in the way that Trenia thinks?.

If it's hard to talk, I don't care if Anglecomb tells me everything. '

If I saw Angletham to be sure, I nodded in such a way as to give pleasure.

Still, the look on Gloriosa's face is not excellent.

I lurked on the boulders like "teasing" of peans, but the way I stopped talking about Trenia was not for the wise.

"Gloriosa does not hesitate to pinch her mouth where Angletham feels comfortable talking.

In the meantime, let's move on '

Now I speak to Gloriosa gently in a way, my lord, but there is no feeling of jealousy in the rock at all.

But Rock was somewhat guessing in his own chest why.

(Master Gloriosa really can't help but tell this story.

I don't like it when I bring that story to my husband, who recently became my friend, or Anglecam, who is also my best friend from a long time ago)

Gloriosa and for the "edge" of the pean to be far away, I didn't like the rock about me being really calm and calm and thinking about myself.

(Even though Gloriosa is not really a bad person.

People full of charisma, like conservative inhabitants and even from their husbands, who are so admired.

How could "I" be in trouble...)

Keeping his telepathic consciousness connected with the Lord, the butler bites his lips and thinks of such feelings in a manner that Pean doesn't mind hearing his heart's voice.

Gloriosa in front, lock in back.

Sage laughs bitterly in a situation sandwiched in Russia by someone seriously troubled back and forth.

If you loosened the arms you were putting together and scratched the back of your grey hair, the wise man exhaled small.

Of course, attention is drawn to such actions, which have suddenly taken place.

Remember, Gloriosa and Trenia sometimes for peace, but also for rock - no, it's a journey for rock and me.

Yes, telepathically. I tell the butler first.

I was going to show it to an overly loyal butler who would surely be looking at me, and the end of my mouth. Pean raised it up nicely.

"For peace", after doing so, for the peace of the country - I was all for the "greatest purpose", Locke was stunned by Pean's words, which he had told me were "for the lord and butler".

And I waited for the word that the Lord, who raises the edge of his mouth, would continue.

"The four of us here, in parts like age, are all adults.

In less than a few years, I'll be old enough to have a second adult. "

I thought Angletham was just starting to talk, but for now the "not good" part of Gloriosa's face falls off when Pean suddenly scratches her head or opens her mouth.

Seeing that the anxious part had been wiped out of the face of the guest in front of him, the wise man, who was raising the edge of his mouth, moved only his eyes, this time looking at his butler and opening his mouth.

"But even though I'm about to have a second adult in a few years, I honestly don't think it's changed.

Right, just about since I picked up the butler's lock to hold back behind this.

Until then, I guess I was influenced by traveling and seeing the public and reading all sorts of books, but now I think it was fixed by then to say "my thoughts" in retrospect or thinking "

(... my husband... ma)

I thought I was the only one who hadn't changed, tied to an object that I didn't know was "dependent" or nature forever.

The look on Pean's face when he looks back can feel like the same smile he had when he had his first meal together in a bonfire.

It's just the age and the color added by the endeavor to make the pean even more appealing.

(Yes, I didn't change, I just "joined" my husband)

If you lose the color of your hair or the kind of white or wrinkle that was added to your eyeball mouth later, you can think of "Sage" who saved and picked you up immediately on the lock.

The lord and deacon somehow kept each other telepathic at all times, and Pean, who heard Rock's words, softened the neighborhood's eye area.

(Well, if aging has no choice as a person.

Right, Pean Vinegar hasn't changed either, like Rock says, just "added" things)

This telepathy seemed to have been flown away by Anglecam, not just by Rock.

After staring at the sage over his best friend's shoulder with her beautiful and green eyes, apparently there was something convincing about the words of this interaction between Lord Robrow and his butler, and he lowered his eyes and nodded small to show them.

(Liar, go on, sage lord.

Honestly, I had a conversation with scattered Gloriosa yesterday, so it would be cheaper for him to accept from Lord Sage than from me)

Delivering those words, Pean continues his conversation with a view to the young people, who would have been a few years past their arrival as adults.

"It's the first year I've had my first adult back in this territory with a lock.

At the same time as returning to Lobrow to become a lord, he was also prepared to become a lord and determined to preserve the security of the territory, even when he welcomed Karin, the bride who would be his wife.

But my feelings have always been about when I picked up the lock - and I don't feel that the foundation in me has changed at all from the time I met the most important person in my life.

I think it's the same for both Gloriosa and Anglecomb. "

Then I looked at Gloriosa and laughed nicely.

'If I'm going to tell you at last, I don't even know if I'm sorry, but it doesn't change if Karin gives birth to six children who are pulling half my blood.

Neither the criteria nor the way of thinking that determine things are meant to have changed otherwise.

However, when I thought about it, I became "married," "lord of Robrow," and "father of six children."

Yeah, I guess I added, "I've become a wise man."

(- privately, though I think it would be the first thing to add that I am a wise man who is recognized by "the rest of the world")

Like a bright, laughing sage on the last one, Angletham has telepathically communicated things like that unexpectedly.

I don't put it in words because I know that my best friend, who I'm sure doesn't like to think seriously right now, is trying hard to put it out.

"Doesn't it change...?"

Pean starts by nodding and showing in a word that gradually came out of Gloriosa.

'Oh, I haven't changed my mind.

Well, the contents remain the same, but as I was saying, the exterior surface also grew mustaches, and the head is so full of gray hair.

But the first "root" I had remains intact.

It didn't change at all, I was just able to make choices and restrictions on the way things were answered.

Personally, I think it would be easier for him to narrow down his options and be determined than "I'm free to make my own decisions about anything" if it were anything other than his own research.

"So."

As the butler tells him to feel like an "escort," the wise man looks at the "king" he chooses for his country and makes his progress.

"I will now be joined by a wise man named Pean Vinegar and a magical user named Locke the Deacon.

On top of that, I'm going to offer you a choice that Gloriosa, the leader, can now choose from.

Well, in substance, it remains what I said earlier. '

That said, the wise man squeezes his mouth tight.

Remembering "what I just said," Gloriosa's face turned red on Russia, but the sage's mouth tightened - her face was calm, even brewing cold.

Gloriosa is sensed by its cold, the heat and redness pull away from her face, which was hot, and again, there remains confusion there.

And, bewildered, I start thinking hard again.

(What Pean is trying to say is, "It doesn't matter how old you are, it doesn't change at all."

It's just that the fundamentals haven't changed, but there are restrictions when you choose or

That you have to think about it and then act on it, and on top of that, you have to choose a choice)

I don't seem to like difficult things, and I can find the best thing I want you to tell me.

Gloriosa, who also has such talent, lays it on herself, remembering the words said to her by the wise.

Angletham watched over the back of that gloriosa, just like the butler behind the wise.

(Here, please think about it, in a limited number, make the choice you want to make, Gloriosa)

Show relentless strength by making him strong like a god and become the opponent he wanted to fight.

However, if they say, "I want you to protect me," I'm sure I can't say no.

Previously, if Trenia hadn't read his mind, fished through it, sorted it out by Anglecomb, and cut off the useless "help," this Gloriosa would have gone on to "help" the elephant before thinking whether he needed it or not.

As a "subordinate minister" who has worked hard to protect that friend from falling, I want you to make only one decision, in a place where you can safely get lost, after getting lost, limited - you just have to choose.

With that feeling, Angletham stared at Gloriosa's back, which he had protected with his "best friend Trenia Bubaldia".

(Root. "Seeds," Pean's analogy sounds like a growing plant) So I remembered what the scenery was around when I first sprouted in Gloriosa's head the feeling of "Let's wake up the deciding army".

The first thing that came to mind when I did that was the "muffle" put out by someone who was my parent, and Trenia wept over her failure to save the precious life she should have been able to save.

(I think that was the first time I saw you cry)

Fighting cured the bias of an unbeaten celery hating bigotry child, and even more so, I recall seeing the face of a girl with pleasant purple eyes crying and the determination that had been consolidated until then, becoming even stronger and clearer.

(... At first, you wanted Trenia to wait in the countryside of her hometown, but she was forced to follow you...)

- No, if I wanted to, even if I "lost" to Trenia in the leader's position, I could say no if I wanted to.

People like her own parents - there were things about children who could not be helped because of the policy of foolishness, and I would not have been able to tell her strongly, but it was also a "good reason to take Trenia".

It's true that you want to make your country better, but it's also true that you want a strong girl on your side, who's been able to beat herself for the first time.

Gloriosa had made the choice of "creating a place for Trenia on her side", no matter how many conditions or situations she had joined or how much she allowed her "buds of feelings" to grow.

And to unconsciously boast too much about the "Trenia" place, I came to Robrow and realized that Martha's story, Anglecomb's story and now the wise man offered me a choice.

So last night, Angletham told me that he was hurting someone he thought was a "friend" and I got into a fight.

"You can't even notice someone in love with you."

When they said that, my hands were out of the blue.

(Did Gloriosa manage to notice, then)

If the confusing colour fell out of Gloriosa's eyes, the wise man continued the conversation with a tight mouth.

"Gloriosa Sunflower has

"The bastard of the present king."

"Leader of the Resistance to Crush the King of Bad Government."

"Gloriosa of the gods."

These three things now stick together externally inevitably when you think about things'

That's all I said, and if I saw Angletham over Gloriosa's shoulder, now he answered with a voice that was small, yes.

After confirming that Angletham nodded, Pean now speaks frankly to Gloriosa, who can see herself upright.

"I would like to add that there are children in Gloriosa Sunflower."

I would also like to fill in the outer borehole that "was born of a woman who is a close friend and companion of the same deciding army".

I can talk a little bit, but personally, I really don't care about either gender.

But if you think about the "shiatsu" of this country, boys are more desirable for the children that are born.

Well, towards the witch who walks away from the gods.

♪ I didn't know you wouldn't have a boy to bequeath ♪

What a fool to make a fateful statement.

Before that, "Babies don't care about men and women, they're adorable!", does Trenia make you shiva? '

A woman I have never met, but after listening to Gloriosa and Angletham, the wise man smiled and imagined her actions.

"Oh, that's"

"It's easy to imagine."

If Gloriosa looked back and smiled bitterly, Anglecam had a similarly troubled grin.

"If I make you a Trenia, you're a baby more than God."

Gloriosa spoke with real pleasure and was laughing at the wise.

The butler looked at the smile, over the Lord's shoulder - in a calm mood, and accidentally spoke to the Lord telepathically.

(…… Lady Gloriosa really likes Lady Trenia, sir…)

(Oh, yeah)

To the Lord's kind reply, Rock's heart settled again.

To tell the truth, Gloriosa's jealousy was starting to boil in the rocks from around the corner where she started talking "get ready" for Pean.

But if he starts talking about Trenia, the jealousy pulls off quietly.

"Gloriosa really cares about Trenia"

If I could feel it, Rock naturally thought, "You don't have to be jealous."

Sage speaks to the heart of such a calm butler.

(… One of the things I would like you to learn from following Rock with the Founding Army is how to engage with Gloriosa.

Well, maybe the nuances aren't the same as "bad," but that's how you interact with something you don't accept)

(How to get involved...?)

Over the Lord's shoulder, Deacon stared at the Guest who seemed "uninspiring" from the time he first found it.

(Don't you think that much about Gloriosa right now?)

Until now, if jealous feelings had sprung up in Rock, the Spirit of Darkness would have tried to take it in immediately.

But now we have suppressed it by subordinating it, but above all, even before Gloriosa, the spirits are very dear.

(Yes, it is)

When it comes to Gloriosa, who talks and laughs about Trenia, Rock is acceptable as a very normal "guest".

However, if his feelings were to be directed at his lord, Pean, now the feeling of jealousy begins to swell even just thinking about it.

(If the lock is also dependent on the root, I don't mind.

If you turn your jealousy around, it means that even adults who can't clean up like this are so important)

While Gloriosa and Angletham were having an exchange of views on a little bit of “ Trenia ”, Pean told Rock that to tell the surface

(Just make sure you can control your emotions, including "adulthood," "Deacon of Lord Robrow's Mansion," and "Lord Who Thinks of You."

If it's worth using, use the presence of Peen Vinegar.

Because I have been and will always be, and I'm sure I will be getting Rock help.

I want you to wear that during this journey.

And one day... well, it'll be a long time away, and maybe I'll die of aging, but then I want you to "drop me off" as a fine butler.

Until my "end of story," hang out with me)

(... sir!?)

Unexpectedly, the telepathy line was cut off from the pean side, but the lock is not allowed to be slight.

It's not about rejection, it's just that I can see it's really "cut off once" and I see the Lord trying to open his mouth, so I go back to the "shadows".

- I was just rebuffing the phrase "Until my end, hang out with me" with all sorts of thoughts.

'Well, shall we return to it where it's soothed?

Even now, if Gloriosa had children to bequeath, there would surely be less for a woman to weep invisibly, as Her Highness had done after she had finished her peace.

Even though I could see that the wise man deliberately called himself "Your Highness," the words "a woman weeps" gave Gloriosa another slight redness on her face.

I recognize myself as Park Min-jin when it comes to romance, Gloriosa, but honestly, I've never thought of myself being thought of by a woman like a good friend with an overly neat face behind me.

Sage only feels a little sorry to see how Gloriosa looks like that.

(Well, actually, I don't remember liking Gloriosa anymore, so the "Ladies Who Wept" would be zero...)

I put the idea on telepathy and flew it to Anglecomb.

Then Beauty found out that her best friend didn't see her face, and she made me look as sorry and nod as a wise man.

(Yes, welcome.

Come on, before I tell you this one has to move, Lord Sage, as you pointed out earlier.

The picture book I'm depositing now was sucking the memories of the ladies and ladies who put their thoughts to Gloriosa.

At the same time, I didn't notice because I was sucking on other people's memories and magic.

Does that picture book still have something like "my will"......?)

Hearing Anglecomb's unnoticed regret and questioning reply, Pean stroked a picture book over the fabric of his favorite coat that would share a degree of magic that he could move.

I don't remember detailed information about the "picture book" in my red and black coat, but I do remember the function that the picture book was performing.

[I'm not sad.]

Perhaps a few hours before he had a detailed memory of this picture book, Sage remembered the words the picture book that subsided on his coat had spoken to him.

"It's not sadness," in a way, means this "strange picture book" also recognizes a couple of Gloriosa and Trenia.

The wise man also asked how it had been, and in what he was looking to do now, he thought that Trenia, who was a "civilian", would be the most "fit" to succeed a country that had "given birth to a Gloriosa child" - a country that had made peace (not yet, but Pean decided that it could be done for sure).

Until now, Pean has been the lord of Robrow - as far as he knows as an aristocrat, only the aristocrat has a kinship with the royal family.

The disturbances in the country were not caused by aristocracy or luxury, but were due in part to their "lack of talent", which served to manage and consolidate the civilian population.

The most analogy is the administration of territories or industries or commerce ordered by the State to be delivered as "nobles", including Pean Vinegar.

It is the task of the ordained nobility to manage as lords and responsible persons.

At that time, the policy launched by the "Crossandra Sunflower", which directs the country's policies, exposed the incompetence of the "administrator".

Not for the "until now" reason, but until the Prime Minister understood the situation that the country was leaning in many ways, there was no problem at all, even without the aristocracy entrusted to him.

Even if it wasn't very solid, the civilians working under it were operating in silence and came cleverly with "hold on".

Even if you don't know the first steps or the foundations of management, "controlled civilians" will support the nobility above you.

Instead, the caretaker nobility was responsible for crossing paths with "peers" who would deliver industries and commerce in different fields as diplomacy.

I also remember well Pean Vinegar as a boy, who asked his parents, his predecessor lords, about the role of crossing - the stories of nobles who are pipes and nobles who don't even know what they are managing, unwittingly and violently blinking.

In that sense, it was also of the reassuring Pharaoh allowed in the loose management.

In it, when Pean was still a young boy, the policy put forth by the young king, Crossandra, who reigned king, was "true argument,"

Isn't it strange that you don't even know what to make and deliver and manage from your country?

After passing through this, we begin to take control based on what we have delivered to the "people" living in the country.

It was like the first time a nobleman who had ever been moderate and had not managed "Nah Nah Nah" if he made the words worse, would be involved and participate in the work.

Of course, it is not something that I have rarely participated in before.

As always, I want to behave like a decoration and leave my job to the civilian population, but what is it? A strictly audited soldier has been dispatched by the state, and moreover, the accommodation does not work.

It is not funny, clearly, that the civilian population suddenly gets spoken of by a managerial nobleman who was basically free to do his job.

Broadly speaking, a king named Crossandra did the "right thing", but it slowly "gibberished" the relationship between nobility and civilians.

But Crossandra hasn't done anything "wrong" as a king, so his subordinates can't be strong.

to Him, some subordinates "pour," but after listening calmly to it

"… so am I saying the wrong thing?.

Has the idea of getting back to what it should be made the people suffer?.

So noblemen who manage without even knowing their responsibilities should do it?

So, isn't that unequal?.

But that's how the easier people have been, the more they've worked. "

If all the words commonly referred to as "right" were arranged gently, there was nothing more to be done about the subordinates who advanced them.

But the king praised and even rewarded him, saying, "Thank you for your words."

And later, he searched around the subordinates who had injected him, and - the administrator who had asked the subordinates to speak euphemistically to himself against the king - had roasted (abuzz) the nobles out.

Give the roasted aristocrats a warmth and spread the content that Crossandra has delivered as a policy instead.

What makes a wise man feel the king of "Clossandra" is that, while strengthening his ties to the nobility in this way, no one has made a vicious circle brilliantly without creating a "bad man".

Even if the King had ordered the infusion, the unpunished aristocracy would be accompanied by the will of the King as much as possible.

And communicate it to and sensitize the "pipe role" of their peers - the nobles.

- Why don't we review the fundamentals once now?.

That is what one nobleman said at a night club in Wang Du in the midst of such a spread of sensitization.

The nobleman was the person most believed by King Crossandra, both nearby and even though the King himself said he was a "best friend".

- The nobility is rooted in the "Knight", a war that has been around for more than hundreds of years now and has become a country today with an extension of its subordination since the founding of the country called "Selisanceum".

- Has the reign by a royal family called "Sunflower" of long tranquillity tended to forget the heart of loyalty simply by gently repeating the time of the four seasons?

- Have you forgotten "pride" as a nobleman, as a knight who protects his country?.

Quietly and surely, he had smoked "little pride" in the heart of the aristocracy, and in conjunction with it he had also germinated "wasted pride".

And wasted pride led to putting it in the mouth of civilian work without knowledge or experience, and what came without losing efficiency or quality because it was "nah" wasted the "trust relationship between nobility and civilians" first.

In a territory far from the king's capital, nobility, the lord, never brought together useless pride.

But still, without audits from the state and the kind of harvest we have been making on our own command that is unfamiliar, the civilian population raises dissatisfaction with the poor handling of their lords.

I don't have any extra pride in the lord, but I'm bothering the people because of my inaction, so I'm just trying to fulfill my responsibilities as an administrator, but I can't be clever.

Attempting to obtain advice from civilians who have previously taken command is hampered by soldiers of the National Army who are coming to the audit.

♪ 'Cause I can't be smart ♪

A hard-working lord without wasted pride would never become high-pressure on a civilian under his command, but that ironically leads to being "licked" by a civilian who caused dissatisfaction.

That eventually shook up the country's lords recently, the country's policies became the talk of rejected lords, as well as civilians rebelling against.

Of course not all administrators and lords did.

Some lord nobles don't act like robrows, but they're painful, but they manage, to pay.

And it was also supposed to spread anxiety, distrust and dissatisfaction "equally and fairly" among people living in a country called Selisanseum.

♪ It's supposed to be the same nobleman ♪

♪ I'm supposed to be the same civilian ♪

You're a people of the same country.

- How can this be a different situation?.

A king named Crossandra, who had been able to trust peace for hundreds of years, was trying to make a brilliant connection between people in more than a decade.

(Well, I'm guessing there's a "sage" bit somewhere at the end of this hand.)

After making sure no one could hear him, Pean felt the smell and signs of himself and his "kind" in his previous history before opening his mouth again towards Gloriosa.

"Trenia Bubaldia, a civilian, and Gloriosa Sunflower, the youngest son of the king.

The fact that these two marry and have children gives the peace of mind of the people of this country, and the groove that has been made between the nobles and the civilian population, becomes the material that fills not less'

As if it were a convenient tool, Pean had spoken about herself and the woman she was in love with, but Gloriosa's expression is somewhat calm.

Until earlier, when I found out the fact that I was in love, it was red, but now it seemed to calm down, add to what Pean had said and think about it.

Maybe Gloriosa has already been told about it by Anglecomb.

Over Gloriosa's calm face shoulder, he kept his mouth shut firmly in a face that made him feel cold with nowhere to go if he looked at the brown beauty.

(Surely these youths had a resistance when they were sixteen or seventeen?

Best of all, it was also a time to enjoy youth and the vulgar blues and sweets and sours)

But to enjoy it, the country we lived in was unstable.

Even if I had such feelings, I couldn't stop feeling very "in love".

(If I try Gloriosa, I'm thinking that her primary culprit is her own parent, and for that reason, maybe she hurt her first love, Trenia.)

- The truth is, I wanted to take care of "love for Trenia" more than anything else.

A prince who came to a village in the country fell in love with a girl who was strong but very sweet and good at cooking.

That's why Gloriosa and Trenia might have had such a love affair, even though they were so lit up with each other, if there was "nothing" about a love story that the existence of a girl once read and dreamed of in a book.

(I wish I could have had two couples from that relationship...)

"Together, the" prince "who broke his chest about the current situation in this country, and his healthy daughter, thinking about the children, are cooperating and entering the resistance.

It's like a love story of a gaga, and that would be acceptable to young and old.

The word that was originally used for the division of roles - nobility and civilians - which the king, the father of Gloriosa, has vastly expanded, reclaims its "meaning" '

Pushing things like they were only worth using, Pean was speaking to Gloriosa.

The way he talks sounds floating, sounds like he's masterfully spoken, but the deacon can see that the Lord "cares".

I don't think I should pinch my mouth as a "shadow," but I know better than anyone that a person who likes flirting but has no reason to be attacked is the Lord who hates being hurt.

Now I'm suggesting "for the sake of the way Gloriosa and the others want the country", but I knew the Lord was hurting my feelings for using his "feelings of care" this way, so I was flying telepathy.

(If this is not how you clearly said it, maybe Gloriosa will not have the opportunity to share her thoughts with Trenia.

I'm saying I'm not good at that one, so if you let me say it after I let you observe that I'm not good at it, then that one is the one who shuts up if you're going to lose someone you care about by doing something about.

And if you find it annoying to your loved ones, your feelings are someone you don't hesitate to suppress and kill)

I also thought that was why I didn't like it.

Like myself, I was also bad at it because I could feel the strength not to cry about not wanting my loved ones to leave me.

- Even in that sense, the butler figured out that Gloriosa was an opponent he shouldn't fight.

(… Sir, please push your customer's back.

I'm sure because my husband is the only one who can push the back of someone this strong and have an opinion)

And while it may not be in shape or worth it, so that the "guilt" of using the feelings you cherish is a little lighter from this person who has a strong sense of responsibility.

The butler pushed the back of his lord, even though he thought he was offering.

"… I recommend to you, as a wise man, the option of having your child in Gloriosa Sunflower, Trenia Bubaldia, and posting the will to connect the times to the people of this country"

As a wise man, when Pean ran out of words, Gloriosa also looked up as if she had decided to.

'Sure, it's Trenia I like.

I don't like to sound like a thing, but I don't think Trenia wants anyone to take it. '

Thus, until it was made clear, Gloriosa had not done anything to think about Trenia's relationship with herself or the two of them.

Regardless of the fact that she picks up her mind and reads it, she never intended to hide her feelings of liking it as a man or woman.

However, the reason we started our journey together was the resistance to calm the country that began to rough, but if we looked back, we were "happy" to be able to travel with her.

In the course of my journey to peace, I felt painful and sad, but my gaze looked forward, just because I said, "I have Trenia."

He stared at the strings of handmade hair that he was holding in his hand, which she had received from him, opening his successful palms and gripping them tightly, while also closing Gloriosa's pitch-black eyes beneath his stern brows.

- Because it's important, I want to take care of it.

Words that express complex emotions don't even know how to use them.

I like it, I love it but it doesn't come the most, but "I want Trenia to be happy" feels like Gloriosa always has it.

To be honest, Gloriosa never thought about Trenia holding her own children - that's creating a home with other men, until Sage told her to.

Firstly, a calm environment where babies and small children can be raised safely.

That's how she encouraged herself when she seemed depressed.

That's how Gloriosa remembers the conversation she had with her that inspired her to come to this robrow.

"Trenia's gonna have a baby when the peace is over, right?"

Torrenia loves babies, so Gloriosa just meant to say the obvious.

She rounds her purple eyes, laughs bitterly and closes her mouth always saying clear things.

- And there was a small pain in Gloriosa's own heart that I said, and I remember running.

(... Trenia just stayed with the other boys and I didn't like it)

Even though I thought that would be good if my loved ones were happy, my heart was broken on its own, even if I didn't specifically imagine other people.

I don't want my people in the deciding army until I crush my dreams.

But I thought there was no choice but to make small sacrifices.

When I slowly open my eyes, there is a wise man who sees everything in front of me.

Even though Trenia thinks that giving up the dream that she wants to raise a child is never a small sacrifice...

'I'm not sure about the baby.

But maybe Pean's right, too.

If you were a child with Trenia... and other guys, I... I don't know if it's a ghost, but I can think of myself as definitely doing "Yakimochi".

I'm not saying that's why, but if Trenia's good, I'll ask her to have my baby.

Well, if they say no... don't be a ghost, I'll be "lost" again and set Trenia free '

I gradually realize that I am bound to my precious Trenia on my own.

And Trenia "bound" - I knew what I would want if bound from Gloriosa, two best friends opened their mouths this time.

Knowing that, Angletham still feels "apologetic" for trying to give her "the freedom she doesn't want".

'... if it feels like Trenia, I told you last night, didn't I, Gloriosa?

She doesn't speak of her dreams anymore, and she needs to persevere, until Gloriosa's dreams come true.

I am prepared to give up my dreams for the happiness of many in this country.

If you hear the phrase, "Never sacrifice your fellow happiness dreams, but never think it's good," then you can put up with it.

She said she wanted to support Gloriosa as her best friend. "

To the words of his best friend from behind, Gloriosa does not look back.

'I was asking her to stop telling Gloriosa about her dreams.

If Trenia apologizes for telling you again, you've been really pissed off and beaten, haven't you?

If you're normal, you may be angry, but you shouldn't even wave your fists.

And you must know that I... '

"I'm interfering with Gloriosa and Trenia for the sake of peace."

and when Angletham tried to keep the words going, Pean took out the "picture book" softly and stopped in front of his green eyes.

Naturally, Gloriosa's eyes in front of her also move, looking at the picture books.

'... thank you for listening to the wise man's advice, who has just entered.

Her Royal Highness Gloriosa Sunflower '

Just as the picture book separates Gloriosa from Anglecomb.

It was Angletham who took his gaze off the old splendid picture book first.

Gloriosa also turned her gaze toward the wise.

"Maybe even if we talked about it any more, these two best friends who are familiar with each other just talk about caring for each other.

And that makes it another fight, "

And, Pean judges as older than sage.

The extra words are just wild, Your Highness.

"Ouch."

Whatever Gloriosa said about not being good at telepathy, Pean skipped the words and in the meantime pulled a strange picture book in and hit a ton on his shoulder, gazing at the two guests.

Anglecomb looked slightly worse, moving a well-shaped eyebrow and carving a vertical wrinkle on his forehead.

Gloriosa, apparently still unable to get through the telepathic pain, this one used a tough eyebrow, and when she saw what she saw, she looked at her face with an angry look that seemed to chill her liver as well.

Then he exhales out of his nose small and opens his mouth with a bitter laugh as he softens his attitude and stares at the picture book.

"Gloriosa, when you get back to the deciding army, in case you fail to confess and" Trenia flirted with you, "you should come to me.

An old sage will suck your broken heart memories with this "strange picture book" he learned how to use a few hours ago, so hit it harder and harder to smash it. "

With the hands of those who don't have a picture book, try to pan Gloriosa's successful shoulders and Gloriosa will try to snort firmly.

'Oh, okay. That said...'

He nodded and showed it, and Gloriosa twisted her neck.

"I wonder what I'm supposed to do when I'm like this... this is supposed to be professionally manageable"

A butler who stopped "shadowing" suddenly opened his mouth to a guest who couldn't remember the word proposal.

'You are proposing, Master Gloriosa.

I'm just sorry I seem to pinch your words, but what about that?

What my husband was saying was that I would ask Master Gloriosa and Master Trenia to serve as a bridge between this peaceful and disturbed aristocracy and the civilian population.

So, isn't it different from the proposal again?.

Isn't that right, sir?

"Oh, well, you do"

To the words from the butler, Pean laughs bitterly.

I don't think Rock noticed.

By having a picture book that sucks and stores magic,

"He's sucked so much magic that he can stand on his own."

Apparently he wasn't aware of it in.

I laughed bitterly to hide it, but Rock has no distrust.

What do you mean?

Gloriosa, on the other hand, does not understand what Locke said, tilting her neck in the opposite direction.

"Oh, it's certainly not in that direction or" nothing "..."

When Angletham made a beautiful nickel smile and stared at the wise man's faithful year-young butler, the butler also secretly smiled a popular smile among the maids.

The staff and butler smile, acknowledging each other's "belly blackness".

And in a brief moment that could be instantaneous, Angletham glanced at the pean with green eyes, and soon made another form of smile.

"... even if it went according to Lord Sage's vision, maybe Trenia will" accept children, but Gloriosa... "

I assure you that Gloriosa is very attractive to people, but even if she had feelings, as a lover and father... '

If Angletham stared at Gloriosa while intentionally clouding the end of the story and creating a "pitiful" look, even he, proud to say he was retarded, seemed to find out what his best friend was trying to say, which was pitifully wolfish.

'... I did say that Trenia was tough on the "unsupported family" until she didn't need it.

I like to play with kids, but babies are too small to be scared. '

I also widened my palm holding the string that Trenia gave me, and I whispered a weak sound to my best friend as I looked at both hands.

'... well, I have a father senior who helped raise six babies there and a babysitter who helped, so ask for advice, Gloriosa.

It may be too steep, but as an appointment, thank you both. '

Newly entering, Angletham smiles again as he stares at two of his companions from Robrow and flies telepathy to the man who is the Lord.

(I hope you don't have to.

"Rock, you make me cry" is very distressing because it makes me feel like I'm being personally crying by Balsam)

Apparently, Angletham was the one who had the magic sucked out of the picture books.

Maybe Anglecomb noticed what happened last night.

It was conceivable enough for me to keep my mouth shut, even if I realized that a man with a spread of demonic rumors was actually kinder than anyone else.

(Well, the feeling of sharing magic with this picture book is unique, so if you're experiencing it, it might be something you can see right out of the blue)

'In the meantime, I would like Gloriosa to do me a favor in the direction of making an effort that is not flawed from Trenia and cannot be crushed.

Yeah, I don't mind at all privately if I just smash it, but if I don't lose my strength, I'll leave it to Gloriosa's discretion to let the picture book suck or not. '

Although I don't know if she would accept a proposal from her best friend, Angletham only knew that she would happily accept having her best friend's child in her womb.

"If there was even one person in my family like Gloriosa, I wouldn't have twisted it so far, I wouldn't have jumped out of the house or anything."

I knew full well that Trenia was attracted to a straight stretching gloriosa that would not decorate and would never repair itself where it mattered.

(If you're someone sharp about romance, maybe it's something you've noticed)

That reminds me of a disturbing best friend who now has another, who can't use magic, but also has good head and mind, and who worked well together.

"Don't insult the sex thing, Angletham.

In the history of men, it's quite chilling that the country is inclined or perished because of sex. "

I could easily imagine him saying that because he seemed disturbed, and I wish he was well, too.

(If Julian was here, he might have summed up Gloriosa and Trenia very well.)

Now, we are going to play with the memories of our best friend, who doesn't know where he is, and then we are going to talk as "staff officers."

'Besides, this one, as Lord Sage instructed me, is already starting to think with "I'm going to be resting about two years per person on a battlefield basis".

I'm not thinking about a full six, so don't worry about dictating Trenia.

I, too, would like to explain to her the "prospect" of Lord Sage as a plan for peace and persuade her to do so. "

"Well, I'm sure it's all right."

That's how I laughed, the sage turned the picture book at his fingertips and laughed unfaithfully.

Then, Sage Pean Vinegar and Deacon Rock enter the deciding army.

Eventually, after a week or so due to various circumstances, Father Barrota came to Robrow as a martial artist on his journey to pick him up in the second paragraph, and he entered after returning.

After the six joined, the Sage's Prospectus was cleverly activated.

Gloriosa eats flat-handed from Trenia,

Sage Pean and Father Barrota became drinking friends, and the staff and butler gave us sermons and novels.

Two years after the sage entered the Final Army, a boy was born with a father-like sticky eyebrow and the same purple eyes to the left between Gloriosa and Trenia, bearing the name "Dagger".

Everyone in the Determined Army was pleased with the birth of the baby, but a girl named Balsam was also heartily pleased with the birth of her "cousin" away from her age.

"Congratulations, Sister Trenia!

A handmade birthday card from Balsam, with lots of beautiful pressed flowers, helped Trenia and Gloriosa greatly by making her wonder and baby dagger stop crying if she showed it to her side.

And not long after that birthday card arrives.

Wise men have purchased information that she was admitted to a school of witchcraft with a boarding house in the king's capital so that she could be abducted, sometimes as the king's grandson, and shut down.

Using the authority of a wise man in its king capital, Pean made various leaps and returned to the place where the determinants were stationed, leaving the guard of Trenia and the baby Dagger to Rock.

The wise man, who also spoke a little with Gloriosa and Father Barrota, with the "prospect" of something else, now visits Anglecomb's former place with the picture book.

"Anglecomb, we're in."

"Go ahead, sage lord."

The wise man enters the entrance to the tent where the staff member has him, putting in a no and then holding the picture book.

Shortly after entering, just beside the entrance, there was a circular spoon (Empi) all over the soil, and as Gloriosa had said, I guess he was digging a hole.

That he was reading some letter with his elbow on his simple desk.

Next to Anglecomb's elbow is placed his favourite town made of jade.

Is that an invitation letter from some madam to Alsen Padrick?

No, it's a "secret favor" from Balsam to Angletham Padrick.

Then I picked the town right next to my elbow - a jade object with my fingertips that mimicked the shape of a puppy.

If you hear a cuddly little rubbing sound, break it up into two parts, one above and the other below, with a slightly lighter sound.

"Heh, you had that mechanism."

'Yeah, I didn't realize either at first, but it was because of Gloriosa's "flirting" that I found this kind of mechanism in the gift town.

I think how I found out this was the clap Lord Sage asked Rock for something, but what was it? '

Listening to all the sage's slightly surprised voices, Angletham answers the letter that was in the literary town, carefully folded.

If you folded the letter much smaller, you went inside, covered it again, and returned with a beautiful puppy-shaped town.

"You're a great fine worker, I have no idea what the connection is to look at.

Can I show you something?

'As long as you don't unconsciously destroy it like Gloriosa, take a look.

Oh, yes, I remember how you noticed how it worked.

It was definitely a time of whether Trenia got Dagger pregnant or not, and that was quite a bit of a mess within the resistance. '

Angletham smiled like trouble - with his real smile on his face, he put the jade town in the hands of those who did not have a sage picture book.

I glanced at the picture book the sage had with his beautiful green eyes, but I know he and the priest are doing research in their spare time, so the staff construed that the extension had come for us.

Talking about foreign cultures, academics, witchcraft, and political science can also lead to great breath and "awareness" for Angletham.

However, he would also consult with the deciding army as a resistance, but the wise man did not want to speak out much there.

Once I asked why, I scratched my grey-haired head tight and I seemed sorry

- A wise man can relate to the world, but he has an indiscriminate discipline that he should not relate to the politics of the "country" to which he belongs.

And he talked to me.

The wise man who took care of his hometown when he thought of it reminded him that when he was in a similar situation, he was told how well he was doing.

He just didn't even tell me why, like a pean.

(Then, like Lord Sage... like Lord Pean, I wish my hometown, Lord Sage, had told me that there was an insanity)

Angletham had even felt a little lonely for being distanced by the sage he had taken care of, but he had reconsidered that some of those places seemed to be "sages who didn't even tell me their names" in some ways.

For that reason (and therefore), the wise do not answer opinions or consultations, but the relationship that persisted in the stance of no touch to politics that the determinants would carry out after the end of the peace continued after entering.

So instead, so as not to be related to Celisanceum's politics, if the various ways of administration in other countries, Pean wouldn't hesitate to tell me if Anglecomb showed interest.

The seemingly discriminatory laws of other countries also told me that there was something about the unique culture of the land and the terroir involved, with a peany interpretation.

Something that is beneficial or, conversely, feels tyrannical, connected to "protecting the weak".

It was diligent and sturdy to let people talk about the various roles they were doing just to change the way they saw them.

But Angletham guessed that today was not the atmosphere he came to tell such a story, so he waits for the wise man to tell him.

"Balsam, is that your daughter's favor?

Well, there's a ten-year chance, "Dear Angletham, have Balsam as your wife." Yeah. "

In the big hand of the wise man, the jade town imitating the puppy fits beautifully.

Giggling niggly, Angletham narrowed her eyes a little and shook her head small and vertically.

"If it's strict, please don't... yes, it's like a cute curse.

The truth is, it must have been the first thing I should have seen when my wish came true.

For my uncle, who's too free, you're screwed.

But I can't make it happen to you either way '

I smiled feeling sorry for saying that.

"... contents, may I read them?

When it comes to love, the curiosity of a sage who is not good at it definitely turns to the love of a straight, cute and passionate girl.

'If you're a wise man, go ahead.

If it's true, I guess I shouldn't show anyone how beautiful she is, but it's too dazzling for me '

"All right, I'll be your accomplice for taking the liberty of peeking into the dazzling feelings"

'Really, I've done something shameless to peek into the dreams of a beautiful future lady.

Next time, I want to confess this sinfulness, so let me join you in the liquor platter of the priest and the wise man.

So, the intoxicated sage lord is proud to take care of your knee pillow, and I want to be one too. "

Just kidding around a little and replying, Angletham went out with me uncommonly and evil for that "joke" and then even told me what was not in the memory of the wise man.

"As much as it turns out, is that why Rock is so lit the day after the booze?"

'Well, I guess I made a mistake with the Mistress, and she's sweet.

He also said he didn't know how to stop because he was mistaken for his wife. "

Listening to such a "butler's struggle," Pean cleverly opened the jade town with one hand to the lid again.

'Anglecomb, I'm sorry, but will you keep the picture book?

I've just met Gloriosa, and I don't think I'll ever suck that much because my ability to suck magic is getting weaker. '

When Pean offered him the picture book he was holding with that said, Angletham bothered to stand up and receive it.

'Okay, I'll take it.

I think it's been a long time since Lord Sage entered. "

"Ha, I'm sorry, too. I'm going to be alone because I'm going to have a stronger appetite for exclusivity for research subjects"

When Angletham said as he stroked the cover of an old picture book just a little nostalgic, Pean took out the "Balsam Curse (Serious)" paper that had been planted inside the town.

It is carefully folded, but if you saw the edge of the paper, it has small cuts in it, or even lightly curled.

The wise man slowly opened a letter with the girl's "curse" written along with a small crusty sound.

(I'm sure Anglecomb has been watching this letter every once in a while since he noticed it)

And that must be when, like now, you're "lost" or you're no longer confident in yourself.

I dig out the clutter that is going to be buried in me, the mind that is all over the mud to fulfill my dreams, by actually digging holes, and fill my chest with the feelings of a girl who is dazzling in the darkness of that empty cavity.

[May Angletham pick you up with a gold ring when Balsam grows up]

Written in a very polite handwriting, but there seeped young and upright thoughts.

The letter had the power to convey to any reader the admiration for someone he loved.

And just like the birthday card given to my cousin that makes me stop crying, no matter how crying my baby is, it also makes me feel the power that gently fills me with feelings that are going to clog me in darkness.

It contained a letter - it made me lurk, the jade stone in the shape of a puppy also has a high effect as an "amulet" in itself, as well as prayer achievement, it is said that I should have it when I want to enhance virtue.

It is also famous as a stone to protect itself from accidents and disasters.

Even if I pulled such a memory out of my head, what the letter conveyed was Balsam's various thoughts on Anglecomb.

(I'm sure this jade stone also has the power, but the magic of the original Balsam lady must still be amazing)

Perhaps the town was given away before Pean and Rock entered the deciding army.

That's all I wanted to be before, but the thoughts in the letter don't even make me feel fine dust, such as how it faded.

"Gold is my favorite color, silver is my family's color."

The girl's curse (seriously) - Angletham nodded slowly at the words of the wise man as he watched the paper on which his wish was written.

It's a kind of gaga story that has been said for a long time in this world and whose origins are unclear, but the color of the "promise" that is kept faithfully for some reason.

"I guess you want me to ask Angletham Padrick to marry Balsam."

'Well, as far as I can tell, Miss Balsam's proposal to Angletham Padrick begins at a time when things are at stake.

I don't think it's a good idea to go all the way if you even care about Anglecomb anymore. '

'... after you've finished your pacification.

I'd appreciate it if she laughed when she married the person she deserved, but Angletham was an idiot who didn't give a ring to a nice lady. '

"You're so masochistic."

With one hand cleverly Pean was sent on his birthday, he said that coldly to Angletham, scolding the jade town with the trick in two parts.

The beauty of being rooted in the thought of unconditionally revering the existence of a "wise man" opened his thin lips in good shape, even with a slightly sad look on his face.

'... Gloriosa says he doesn't even remember his face, but he is undoubtedly the "Lord" who draws the blood of the present king.

Balsam, he says, has never even met, but the king's granddaughter.

I don't know the details of the situation, but they both live away from the King's capital, but they are undisputed royalty, "nobility".

If the farmers came from me, they wouldn't even have looked at each other. "

Anglecomb goes on and on with his magic slowly sucked into the picture books by the wise man who is carefully pinching the letter from Balsam to his finger, while still groping the jade town apart in two big hands.

'... thankfully for me, I had an affair with the second son of a concubine farmer, with royalty and sage, with those who could not be normal.

As for the times, the country is inclined, and it is not good to be clear.

On top of that, if I may say so with understanding, a person named me is allowed to have a full time in it.

He's the kind of man whose misfortune is trekking, and he was supposed to end his life in small-scale farming, and from Anglecomb Padrick, he's too lucky to be afraid. "

All this time, the wise man was bored by the fact that his thoughts were "Anglecomb is afraid to be too happy".

"In times of peace, I would have lived in a way that matched the caretakers of Serisanceum in peace.

But I'm also confident that he was an undeserved person who considered the times of peace "boring" somewhere. "

Usually, I laugh unfaithfully if the prospect was winning, but not just this time.

Before coming to the tent of this Angletham, the wise man thought that each of the people involved had grown (every one) in advance of the peace, but he also felt that he had grown into the unexpected of the wise.

(When humility crosses the line, it becomes "humble"...)

What the young man in front of me was saying seemed to apply to me, and that was "scary".

If I hadn't met the young men of the Resistance of the Determined Army, I could easily have imagined Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar, who would have only been rational in his own territory and rotten by painting a picture of his hobby there.

(I guess I'll try)

I decided to stop Angletham if he was obsessed with Balsam at all.

While returning the town to its original form, the sage reacts "eye-catching" to the picture book that Angletham is touching, as only the sage can tell.

Looks like you're into this, too.

After joining the Determined Army, I spent my spare time discussing picture books with priests and found out.

Apparently, I don't put it on the table, but the picture book does have a "will," and now it's going to get me on Peen's thinking flirt.

Like Balsam and Anglecomb, I'd like to accompany you if you can do two things you want to do so long as you can't stop watching this one.

Before coming here, Trenia with the baby truly wished her happiness with her best friend and the niece of the person who became her husband.

The future queen also wants the future king and his wife to carry out their government as wise men.

"You can be more proud of that when the dagger grows."

(That's the same idea for me, "Queen")

If you asked me why I wanted peace and tranquillity, so far, I can only think of a good reason why Sage should be "for the children of the future".

I don't know about politics, Little Difficult Things don't suit me sexually, but if it's fundamental, I want the children of this family living in this country to live "normally" in a peaceful world.

Making it is the role of grown-ups.

Man is helpless and foolish, and when he findeth a spark, he causes a scorn.

Even if that happens, if we can talk, argue, or "think" about it, we'll work it out.

In it, the child grows up, meets and lives again with a new family, serene, to the extent that it can be solved if discussed.

'... difficult problems, or problems that seem to be solvable if you don't cross swords, can be tackled by really sweet people like Angletham and Tuberose, even though they are heartbreaking'

"Lord Sage?... Huh?

Drop the jade town into a pocket with a red and black coat and place your fingers in order to "match the tweezers".

"I'll take this town for the price of a petty worker," "Miss Balsam."

It depends on your efforts if you can cheat on Anglecomb.

The moment I played my pussy and finger, I inhaled all the memories of the picture book wrapping around Angletham's "gold ring".