Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"I'm Citron Label. A qualified healer, the main business is a magician." Sage "rather than lord...?

At the time of the peace, Pean Vinegar, a savvy devil, was asked to do so "because I'm worried about my twins growing up."

And keep an eye on my son and his wife. "

Once again, the sons and wives watched over whether there was a fight or not, staring in surprise at the magnificent woman who, if that were true, would be a considerable operator in this country.

A thin, white beautiful cane was removed from the sleeve of the healer's long coat, which he was arm-wrapped with.

Turn it in circles like a baton and a bright red muscle will remain a line in that cut-throat universe.

The doctor, who saw the toe of the wand move to dance in front of him, said that the red lines drawn with the red lights, even though at some distance, felt so "hot" that his skin felt itchy that he retreated.

Even though the intimidation was fully successful, the magician stared sharply at the doctor's man with blue eyes half-eyed.

'I'll tell you what, as much as my child is likely to think, a parent who takes a good look at their child can foresee a certain extent.

Besides, if you're a little smart (bruised), you'd feel like twisting the baby's hand.

I was told not to tighten too tight, to miss loosening.

In addition, your wife's letters can only cause stress, because she has the wisdom not to deal with them. "

To a feminine but hard-line narrative, doctors can't return a word at all.

Above all, if a red muscle appearing and dancing at the end of a wand handled by a magician named Citron painted a "butterfly of fire," he was frightened that it was beginning to crack around the doctor, as it had a life.

The magician put the wand in the white healer's clothes again after having several flaming butterflies danced by the doctor's side.

"It will be important in an aristocratic society where connections become status for relatives to grasp the coronation of their relatives early.

But bereavement of a child is "relatives" information - whether you want to put it on the topic or after a couple have stomped off, it's not too late.

Besides, condolences in the mother (every yawn).

Again, therefore your child, who survived, is not the grandson of the lord, but only the children of your husband and wife.

Even if they are entangled in noble bondage, the couple has the first right to mourn the "farewell".

May I, doctor?

Everyday, I can't help but feel paralyzed as a person when it comes to the "shaking" of the light of life......

Or have you lost sight of the amount of "care"?

In his harsh sharp blue eyes, he accidentally seeped pity, and the magician slowly opened his mouth to make him wake up.

"A child's life is no substitute for a parent." Don't forget.

But the magician didn't seem to be aware of the meaning of those sad eyes.

When I found out that, now if I exhaled loudly to give up haaaa, Citron sounded the "cedar hand" that sounded in the room.

- Hih!?.

Along with the sounds sounded, several flaming butterflies that were dancing at the doctor's side can be bounced off and extinguished with a puff.

At the moment it bounced, the remnants of the flaming butterfly disappeared sparks scorched the doctor's hair tip, causing the unpleasant smell of protein burning to spread to the bedroom.

'Oh, you shouldn't. Silf, get rid of this unpleasant smell'

If that's what Citron called him as he lurked his eyebrows, a breeze of conceived green thin particles blew into the room, and the unpleasant smell scratched off instantly.

Only for a moment, but I can see that the magician who looked like a healer saw Cinellaria, Van noticed and cared for his own wife, who was pregnant sensitive to the smell.

In the meantime, Citron grabbed the handles of the bags and threw them in the medical devices used by doctors to examine Cinearia.

Bosun, the bag just falls at the doctor's feet.

'Put away your equipment and go home. It is well known that you are twins, so you have no choice...

Even if you wish to contact us about this, make sure that Lord Van Vinegar will contact the Lordship's residence any time soon.

This is advice. Otherwise, Lords, who still have tremendous trust in Lobrow, will have one doctor

"Good arm, but business didn't work"

and making sure it is oriented to become naturally obsolete is an easy thing. Do you understand?

If I told him to cut the words slowly, as if to tell a poorly listened child, then the doctor snorted firmly at it.

It seemed understandable that the "one above" of his employer was following a woman who looked like a healer in front of him, and the doctor cleaned up and left the room.

"As far as I'm concerned, I should have let you stay down until you were born.

Lord Sage may have made a public announcement, hoping that even the twins would be safely born when he saw "me."

Citron opened his mouth feeling sorry for him as he watched the door slowly without making any noise.

The magician, wrapped in white clothes, takes out the bamboo that had been stuck in his cuffs, and the van and cineralia stare at him as he cleverly stabs it in the long silver hair and puts it together.

The sorcerer began to talk about the circumstances, knowing that he would listen to his words firmly.

'To tell the truth, I'm a twin, too. In my case, I have a decorator's brother.

Well, that brother can use quite a bit of magic, but he was taken hostage by his predecessor, the King - who was spotted by the Dark Lord.

When I was at peace, I asked your "father" sage to help me.

So, if it's true, my brother should come and help me, but the person I come into contact with is a pregnant woman, and there are all kinds of strange land patterns for men and women, so I asked for this Citron label.

It's not like me and my brother "Citrus" are just twins, and I'm familiar with twin births.

Well, I thought it might make sense that healing techniques could also be used, but maybe the real reason was to protect my son and stepdaughter from guys like you just now. '

"After I helped you, you said you wanted to return the favor, and you just put me in charge of the connection that there was a precedent for a safely born twin named Citrus, Citron.

In the first place, the mouth is harsh and not many magicians can cure or preach. Nice to meet you.

When asked, Citron turned his gentle gaze to Cinellaria's relatively calm appearance on the sleeping table, remembering that the sage was preaching (occasionally) in a tone that was neither joking nor serious.

"Although I am a twin party and this is what I have heard.

In the days when Citrus and I were in the stomach, the twin birth rate was as low as "If we were born together, that would be lucky".

In this world, although healing techniques are developed, medical technology is "not yet".

Besides, if you qualify as a magician, you know what I mean?

The healing technique encourages healing by eliciting the "vitality" of the opponent's confidence.

So, no matter how much magic the healer has to draw the power of life, it doesn't make sense without the other person's "stock of life."

And the baby seems so overflowing with life force, the fruit of which is a really weak being.

So while we shouldn't say "no choice", sometimes we have to clean it up "no choice" to move on.

Most importantly, it's an arrogant idea that all your efforts will be rewarded.

It's just a shame, I'm not opposed to mourning that life. "

So much so that Cinellaria realized that this mage of a magnificent woman had never used the word "death".

Cinellaria also tasted that cold, and if she used that word, she could see that it was hurting.

(Though I said it was tough on me, the words in my mouth are gentle enough)

Indeed, I know that something I was breathing was "gone" after I tasted a "crushed" feeling in my womb.

I know he's gone, but I can't accept that he's dead.

Time is still too short to rub together the reality of "gone" with the fact of "dead" and to convince and digest.

"Your father asked me to come to Robrow, and the twins had already been released, so I didn't have a hitter.

I'll be back in a little while, so don't mourn with your family. "

Until the end, the silver-haired magician, wrapped around the healer's clothes without using the word "death," followed the doctor through the room and left the bedroom.

However, this one left with courtesy.

Then a few days pass peacefully.

Strangeness and Cinellaria's obstruction did not go away, but became lighter, as they did when they were about the first two boys.

Released from the sickening state of obstruction and feeling for four or six hours, Cinellaria had slowly begun to accept the loss of a child.

In the meantime, Citron visits us for two days and examines the physical condition of the remaining mother and child.

Apparently, she has quite a bit of "medical" knowledge as well as healing skills, and if it's true, she didn't have to call a doctor to do enough for her, which Van thought.

If you asked the magician who visited you for a visit or somehow didn't get a doctor's license

"I passed the exam, but I forgot to fight a little and go get my doctor's license."

He even checked Cinellaria's blood condition as he said rounding the eyes of the couple in Robrow's trail, and wrote sarah and all sorts of things as they were on the medical records that the doctor had been using.

However, every time he repeated the examination, Van noticed that the magician closed his mouth and leaned his silver-haired head slightly, strangely, as he attached himself to his wife's examination.

As much as I watched the real sisters who were always annoyed and open their mouths to tell meaningless stories, this is how I keep my silence, and I care about the words in the van that people who don't speak stop pushing.

But by asking, I calmed down, and there was fear that it would lead to disturbing Cinellaria's feelings, and I always stopped to see the shaking silver hair.

As such, when the proper treatment and guidance of Citron had been given and the Lords' sons and daughters had decided to "accept" it was time to report to Peen Vinegar that something "unfortunate had happened".

Just as the couple were talking about it, Citron saw his head tied up with silver hair as he palpated his abdomen, and Bang tilted it strangely again, finally trying to never speak his mind.

"Citron, the sorcerer, what is it?

The magician said, "Hmm?" and made a rare noise of the misalignment and looked back towards the van, sitting in a round chair on the side of the bedroom for palpation.

My wife, Cinellaria, didn't seem particularly ill, and Ning Lo's husband asked and noticed that the sorcerer was tilting his neck.

"Oh, maybe I've stirred up anxiety. It's not like my mother and my sister's body are like this. Ningro's body is calm. '

Citron mourned the presence of the missing fetus and called her "sister", not calling her baby to the fetus in the mother's womb, to prove that she was in this world.

Pregnant women who are happy with the mage's such care also embrace the way they call it and snort firmly.

″ Yes, to enter the stabilisation phase soon or the obstruction has become much lighter. My body's fine now, Master Van. "

Because my wife was depressed by the loss of one daughter, I heard that she had largely regained her feelings, so Van asks even more thoughtfully.

Then why was the sorcerer's neck twisted?

I kept my mouth shut, but every time I palpated my wife's abdomen from the next palpation, she looked strange, didn't she?

- Did you notice?

With a bitter laugh, the magician released his warm hand from the abdomen of the cineralia he was touching for palpation.

"Sister" is going well, this is true "

If I told him so briefly, the magician put his arms around him and lurked a little brow.

"If it's easy to say, I'm confused about the first time."

In the magician's words the couple looked at each other and eventually asked further as her husband's van represented them.

Is this the first time? Well, if there's no obstacle, can you tell me?

Those accustomed to the annoyance of their sisters "curiosity" sprung up in the words that those who preferred silence were about to speak.

Cinellaria, too, will not extend to her father-in-law because of her body, but she reacts so violently to the fact that a magician who seems to have broad knowledge is the "first time".

However, in advance, the couple had no anxiety because they heard that it had no effect on the baby in the womb above all else as well.

"No anxiety," the magician could not deny the feeling that it had stirred his curiosity.

(Hey, I might have screwed up)

Citron wants to scratch the back of his head galloping if it wasn't in front of a "guest" like this.

Not as much as a fellow workplace worker at Wangdu's Institute of Magic Instruction, who is enrolled as a "workplace" on a daily basis, this lady hears from a wise man with a Magic Instructor's license, and her husband was the son of a wise man.

The shadows will fade because there is a holder of overly intense curiosity called Peen Vinegar, but I guess these two are also sufficiently curious categories of people.

(Wouldn't it be easier if I didn't ask?)

I don't think it's a bad story, but I have a bad feeling about it.

And even though the "unpleasant feeling" fits well, and people don't want to be unhappy, they're going to reach out to those who see the "only unpleasant result".

I hesitate to speak in the head of the sorcerer with such an idea in line.

(The son of a wise man will be fine... Will this lady be all right)

Citron was only a little worried about Cinellaria as "same-sex".

- One of the qualities required to explore sage and witchcraft is the ability to detect intrusion.

If the research is directed at something that is not "mild," it also becomes the most necessary skill (skill).

When doing that "not calm" research, it is done within "within" the boundaries, physically, and safely guaranteed "according to the building, but there are actually more" mind "problems than physically.

Research suggests that it would be more common for researchers to make progress if there were some kind of "intrusion" where the subject continues to stimulate curiosity.

So whatever it was, those who did the research also needed "flashy" qualities.

But Citron knows a few researchers whose intrusion has passed into what is commonly known as "addiction" and which is all the basics of everyday life.

It was probable that taking off the symptoms of addiction would continue until the study was completed, or it would end in failure, or until the subject of the study was "extinguished".

Now Cinellaria Vinegar is curious about what's going on in her body, and she's probably going to show her "surviving sister" a great deal of slack.

Mothers' interest in children is better than leaving them uninterested.

Citron knows that.

I know...

(I wonder what it feels like to be feathery in this heart...)

An account of the sorcerer's experience and a "woman's account" that had never been believed in in the record had struck the alarm in his heart.

(Maybe "twins" means I'm just wasted sympathetic)

I looked at the abdomen of the recently swollen cineralia, which I had been examining until earlier.

(No, I don't think sympathy is a Merchant chick. In my case, it's an experience)

- Citron grew up hearing quite a bit of slander when it came to the "twin" stuff from people who were not in a favor of the "House of Labels" because they were once "noble famous families".

The twins are mostly tangled in the "house," such as leading to the disconnection of the house, which is nothing interesting or interesting.

The twin brothers and sisters who are going to succeed the "label family" by putting it in their ears are just saying in hopes of getting hurt.

Citron looked back at the grownups like that from a very young age.

But my brother, Citrus, what his sister says, is "natural," and all around him, the causality was apparently spinning at an awesome rate of speed.

Her sister was not too angry because the "cause and effect" commensurate with him was returning immediately.

The opponent whose cause and effect has come around also has the consciousness to say "slander," such things against the twins of nature and the label family go on and on because it comes around.

With two twins, Citron is experiencing a lot of things he was able to "indulge in".

Therefore, it leads to the existence of a "sister" who will be born "alone".

If you didn't have a twin brother Citrus, if you were alone, you wouldn't be hairy enough to give in to "slander," but you're not sure you could have been yourself like you are now.

(Again, I should have told that sage that even if it was too late, I should have let him lay low that it was a "misdiagnosis" and made an opinion under no circumstances)

- If, in any way, Cinellaria was left alone in her pregnancy, whether posteriorly or ostensibly, with the good "reasoning" of a wise man.

I should not have to be slandered by my sister-in-law to Cinellaria for mourning a "twin crack" that would have begun by reporting to the Lordship's residence.

- That way, Cinellaria won't hurt at least.

So, did Citron care if he was born in denial of the Citrus that he grew up with in his mother's womb just because one of them might be "no"?

Words that dispel my thoughts are soon played back in Citron's head with the voice of a wise man.

"What do the twins think of each other when they're both born safely and they start to have egos and find out about it?.

Only those who have been born, those who have gone out into the outside world, are good with the idea of being honored?

- That wise man, he grasped "my values" and promoted it?

I may have had an edge job, but I found out that I had asked to take care of my righteous daughter, who had conceived the twins, because I knew how to raise a man named Citron Label.

In the unlikely event that the twins get into trouble,

Because I wanted to know that I would never do rhetoric like "give up," to my righteous daughter, who would just be hurt.

(But whatever the life count of the twins, I couldn't think of this situation - and it would have been "unexpected" rather than "unintended")

In the eyes of the couple's "curiosity," Citron decides to tell the facts as they are.

Because if you have a bad feeling or if your experience sounds alarming but you bend the "truth" and tell it, you may have a "tragedy" in that bent "future" that is not a hunch or alarm spot.

"Normally, in the early stages of pregnancy, the body of the foetus, unfortunately in the mother, is absorbed by the mother."

Do you mean "return" to your wife's body?

But, normally, does that mean you're not going back to your wife's body this time? '

Van wrinkled between his eyebrows - his troubled face resembled his father's pean in nowhere - placed his hand on his wife's shoulder and turned his gaze to his abdomen.

"Oh, so I looked strange."

The magician nods as the van replies, gazing similarly at the abdomen of the cineralia, to the answer briefly summed up and to the new question.

″ Um... if it became "not going back" to my body...

So, does "sister" have to do something to get her out of the body? "

A pregnant woman sees a magician while gently touching her lower abdomen, slightly swollen.

"No anxiety," Cinellaria, who had received that it had been directed at herself and her living remaining daughter, asked Citron as she held her husband's hand resting on her shoulder with the hand placed on her belly.

'No, you don't have to.

... I'm also a magician, so I tend to bias my knowledge towards healing techniques, so I'm not sure...

I honestly didn't grow up until I figured out via the palpation of the healing technique that your sister's body - '

To the realistic phrase "I wasn't growing up," Cinellaria carved a wrinkle between her brows just like her husband did.

The sorcerer speaks honestly because this is an "unbending fact".

It certainly sprouted as life, but it is the truth that its vitality was originally weak.

No matter how good the "field" is, if the seeds were weak, it would be difficult to sprout and grow.

Nutrition, too, is hard to grow, no matter how much the field takes in, if the seeds are weak to suck on themselves.

So the seeds did not bud, but were absorbed in the fields, in the earth - only that it was something to return to, which was thought of by those in the role involved in the examination of cineralia.

But as far as the sorcerer Citron could see, the seeds that had been lost did not return to the earth, but another seed of life that had seemed to lean against it was dashed, tangled in the roots -

"Your sister's body is absorbed by the" sister ". Your sister's body is with your sister '

- I don't know if this "about to tell" is wrong, but that's the only way I can tell Citron.

The fetus that would have hit my "sister" from the beginning - if I had checked my medical records, it was found that my heart sounds weren't growing that much.

"It may be that the life is gone, but the body of the daughter of the one who hits her sister is raised with the child, who is her sister. Is that what this is about?

The magician nodded safely and slowly at this reaction of van Vinegar.

(If you took it this way, you'd be fine)

"This reaction" would calmly treat the van as a parent and child, even if the child came out.

(Parents and children will have to fold each other in a natural way if the personality doesn't match.)

But the most worrying thing about Citron was Cinellaria's reaction.

It may be the same sex as a child, but depending on her reaction, words must be spinned out of her mouth to "prevent" her in many ways.

I'm guessing it's wise of you to say "small tips" in these "mouths".

But in these cases, Citron also knew that it was better for an external "third party" to give a mouthfeel than for a relative or relative to say.

Some opinions are harder to hear if you had a bad "edge".

Just like a rebellious child, it may resemble something like "I want to rebel because I'm a parent".

(Though I think it's hard not to say anything about raising a grandson, even a wise and respectable stepfather.)

Cinellaria stares at her abdomen with the hand she was putting on her husband's shoulder against her own mouth.

(... Come on, what's your reaction)

The sorcerer finds himself in his heart.

Cinellaria's mouth slowly opened. As the magician watched, he felt an unexpected rush, and the magician shook his silver hair towards the entrance and looked back.

'Excuse me! Is there a magician named Citron Label here?

'Soldier, I'm in trouble! Your wife is still in physical condition! Plus, this will be your bedroom!

Without making a single noise, the well-maintained bedroom door suddenly opened mightily, while the voices of men and women echoed.

A maid is trying hard to push back a man wearing an olive uniform and dirty with mud and holding something in his hand.

The man in military uniform looked in the order of van, citron and cineralia without dealing with a maid trying to push him back.

I was asking as a characteristic of a "magician," trying to find a citron that matches a magnificent woman with blue eyes in her silver hair and open her mouth again.

"The Citron label is me. What's the army doing with a horse and a magician?"

As Citron put it, there was a crest on the right arm of a man in an olive military uniform designed with "Thunder and Horse" to prove that he belonged to a communications unit that performed the role of "Fast Horse".

The sorcerer had been abruptly called his name by the soldier of the early horse, but he sounded louder in his bedroom than this, and Citron answered and rose from himself.

Though calm, Cinellaria did not change that she was a pregnant woman, and regardless of a land pattern called Robrow, entering the lady's resting bedroom seemed frivolous, and the magician was even lightly belly hungry.

The soldier was slightly frightened by the pressing voice of Citron, but still gave him something in his hand - apparently a "letter", with his mouth wide open.

If the van, the lord of the mansion, eyed the maid who was suppressing the soldier of the early horses, the maid bows her head in haste, respectfully, from the hand of the soldier, if you will excuse her, saying no and then taking the letter.

Probably from the Wang du. The soldier of the early horse seemed to gradually notice something like a "learning" of this land.

Or he honestly handed the letter to the maid, who may have seen his wife lying on the bedside and guessed that her actions were too "thankful" to appear.

The magician receives a letter from the maid, and if he sees the wax mark on the seal, he can tell it is a symbol of a "lion on the sunflower", a letter from the "country", etc.

This also hastily opens the seal as Citron gives a strange look.

Apparently, I understand that it is to be informed until "early horse" is used, but I am concerned about the content.

"From His Majesty the King and the new Chancellor."

"New Prime Minister?. Did something happen to Lord Padrick?

Citron asks as he takes the note out of the envelope and runs his blue eyes, into letters.

"… you will receive a proclamation here tomorrow, but our Prime Minister, Angletham Padrick, died the other day in an accident."

The soldier of the early horse, with a little hesitation, now tells the lady resting on the sleeping table with a cared for suppressed voice.

But Cinellaria, who rests on the bedroom just because the content is content, accidentally blocks her licence with both hands.

I am sincerely surprised by the obituary of a beautiful, sturdy young man with brown skin, who burned the van on a slight but familiar day.

"... the so-called" so-called horse. "Did your daughter's husband die?

Citron struck his tongue clearly and loudly without looking around him.

To be honest, Citron doesn't have any extra contact with Angletham Padrick.

At the time of the peace, my brother - by then Citrus had already married and had a family - about once fought when he was being taken hostage, to the point where he was surprised that he could use a brown "colored man," a considerable magic user, and a "demon sword".

If the country was calm and calm, Citron was out of the King's Capital to study magic in the field, which his brother and his family could not do among the hostages.

However, the name Angletham Padrick left a strong impression on Citron because of a woman magician who was now known in this country as her "good enemy".

"Speech lowering Dear Angletham Padrick, Famous Staff of the Determined Army!.

Even Citron Label, the label family who held the whip and drained so many celebrities, won't let this balsam sunflower!

This is not the first time I saw it, but this is the most impressive image of Balsam, the "grandma" high-flying daughter of Citron.

While the peace was taking place, the country was tilted but sold a grand "fight" if Citron was relaxing in the school cafeteria when he was lecturing at the King's Capital School of Magic.

I remember a beautiful girl's blonde hair, called a witchcraft genius, and a student of a beautiful girl with green eyes, suddenly flying into a class of advanced witchcraft where Citron takes a whip.

But on the surface, I only thought about a good student at first, but that's what they said when they poked a fan and gloves in the cafeteria.

As you can ask under the "Sunflower" surname, rumor has it that one of the daughters of King Crossandra Sunflower, with numerous pet princesses, gave birth to a daughter - in other words, a grandson of the king.

If I tried to make it Citron (the royal habit made the shoulder of the person who wanted to defeat his grandfather so grand...), I was slightly frightened, blue eyes, angry but poured out of beautiful green eyes, and received a strong gaze.

In the cafeteria, therefore, Citron looked at the newspaper

"I don't care if you're a demon, Anglecomb Padrick is a loose plan."

If that's what you said, Balsam didn't even ask his schoolmate Smiley to stop him, and he said to Citron, "Don't forgive me!" furiously.

The wild horse naturally boils because of the fact that "Citron, a magic school teacher and famous family, and Balsam, the king's granddaughter and beautiful girl."

So when we started to lose collecting, Tuberose Borij, the finest student with a face-to-face knowledge of both passing through, was the assistant instructor.

"Then why don't they put a bullshit on you in a duel?

It was suggested that the two magicians, later called "Genius and Rare Generations", would "duel".

If you do not receive it on that day, you will not distribute your license or credentials.

The duel took place on the date of distribution of the doctor's license, which did not work the country's accommodation that

After the duel, he came home tired and had a blast of sleep, and while the exam had passed, Citron thus missed his doctor's license.

But I found nothing appealing about the immunity taken in this country, which began to tilt, so I left it at that.

Then, before long, the king's capital was filled with disturbing air, and the four heroes and their helpers, the sage and the deacon's youth, defeated the leaning country.

And the country is calmed down, and as the new king, Gloriosa Sunflower, who also wanted to be called the god, takes power.

Angletham, a staff member from the Determining Army, was in office as "Chancellor" to support the king.

Ask Tuberose that Balsam had fallen in love with someone named Anglecomb since he was wearing a nappy.

(Oh, that's why you got so mad at me with that one word)

Citron, having never had the emotion of love, but wanting to take care of it - I'm sure it's not love, but the desire of his brother Citrus' family to be happy was meant to be, so at that time, he was still laughing bitterly.

Eventually, during the fieldwork, Balsam Sunflower was married to Chancellor Angletham Padrick and found out in a travel newspaper that he had become Balsam Padrick.

My brother contacted me that the wedding feast was at the Padrick's mansion and that he had also received an invitation, but Citron replies that he would not participate.

Later on, my brother received a letter with a description of the wedding, but it was strange to Citron that the name of the wise man who took care of him did not appear in one letter, but the letter "good enemy" had inadvertently narrowed his eyes to the fact that he seemed happy.

That's how I narrowed my eyes, and I heard stories of children and childbirth between couples, even though it's only been a few years.

"Damn, the" hero "who can also use the devil's sword suddenly..."

The letter, looking at it with incredible feelings, contained a detailed history of the obituary of "Chancellor Angletham Padrick" by a familiar idiom.

Citron tongues loudly again.

Cinellaria was slightly surprised by the sound, and while the sorcerer was sorry for the "patient" on his side, he also thought he was right not to have a doctor's license.

Because I am too honest with my emotions, I often can't get it out in the field where I need it, even if I have compassion.

'... totally, "loose" reasons. I can't believe I died sheltering my son, who looks just like a young horse...'

When I put that in my mouth, I could easily imagine Balsam crying even though I had never seen him.

The "rare sorcerer" was angry at Chancellor Angletham Padrick asexually.

Balsam's journey, where he has offered a duel to someone older and in a position as a teacher, was a very attractive part of Citron because of his "bad mouth of admirers", even by mistake.

Citron can't forgive Angletham for disappearing from this world so lightly after inflicting so much grief on that beautiful girl who has been challenged by mud and crawling in the duel.

And as the sender of the letter, Citron, might expect, the parties don't know if they know, but Tuberose Borij, who would be the new prime minister, was also angry with Angletham Padrick.

It was as if there was a will that wasn't strange when my existence disappeared.

The paper quality was obviously changed from the touch next to the note stating such a thing.

If you curled a note with only a little hesitation, on the fine western paper, the "letter of appointment", edged with real gold foil, was even marked with the letter of King Gloriosa Sunflower, to the signature.

"I, then, represent the horse... No, you just mean you're back in your original sheath. '

The letter of appointment clearly states his name when he appoints Citron as representative head of the King's Capital School of Sorcery.

I can't "stick" to the King's immediate request beyond belonging to this country.

(Originally, there should have been a "then horse" where parenting would have been a paragraph...

If all that "in love" people are gone, I guess that means a very impossible state)

I thought it was an extra favor, but I was concerned about the "grandma" son that he was sheltered by a hero.

If you mean "sheltered," then perhaps, a son just like "the horse" - the toddler has witnessed the death of his father in front of him.

(... both mother and child, I hope they didn't come...)

However, it has been confirmed (done) by juniors who have been around for a long time.

His son, who resembled Balsam, was sure of his temperament, and served as his father's deputy, which Yunfo volunteered as his guardian and was listed as recognized by the king.

(… oh man, then more and more (at last) needed is the role of horse "hole filling"

This "head of the magic school" story came from the country about six months ago, in fact, Citron had been interviewed.

Magic talent, age, experience, background, and origin.

All of them were "just" good.

At the same time, however, "contract magic", which Citron had been studying for many years, called "blood contract", had come to an abundance.

If we get past this time of year, we were about to have a paragraph, so if we're going to get out, I want to turn down the story and concentrate on research.

But after the peace, the network of "houses" that have fallen during Crossandra's reign - the blood ties of the label families who want to rebuild the nets and regain momentum - tries to push it to Citron.

If you say no poorly, the label family - the twin brothers who succeeded the governor - told me that they would not weaken their future position in aristocratic society, but that it was the same as "pretending" to be the means by which they were about to be able to go to an advantage.

However, Citron was also "involved" in this research in a good way, and because the research is not "calm" to do in the Wang capital, it cannot be done.

There was no fence (blemishes) and because the research seemed to calm my curiosity in the form of "finished", I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I "pretended" to be Citron.

But if you refuse this request, and the label family doesn't have the same momentum as they used to, then your brother's going to have an unnecessary struggle.

That also seemed to lead to Citron's "regret for life".

At that time, Baltham first told her husband that he "may not be old enough, but he can do that role without a shortage of strength on his own" and that he would need to get corner freedom and recall the citron that puts him into research.

Prior to his daughter-in-law to Angletham, he held a diplomatic position as a minor but also a nobleman, but in keeping with that, he also did his job as a leader of the School of Magic.

He was married to Anglecomb as soon as he grew up, but he is also registered with the army as one of the sorcerers who will pay for this country.

As for strength, there were no complainants in the "duel" with Citron, which took place before the peace, since that time the sorcerers who had been in the king's capital saw it with their naked eyes.

Indeed, I also begin to convince myself around this story that what Balsam lacks is about "age".

I know that the label family that pushes Citron and the other nobles have horns and that Angletham is innocent of politics because he has become prime minister.

Baltham's "love affair" with Angletham, his wife, is already famous since she was a student, so I can reassure her that she will never be in charge of the power.

Even if Baltham were to work for the head of the magic school, he would not be disadvantaged if the house of any nobleman was not to his advantage.

Still, it was Balsam's words that put an end to all sorts of thoughts among the nobles when they tried to start out in Gloriosa's reign.

"My role is as Angletham's wife and Alsen's mother.

But I'm scared that I'm going to let the two of you down too much.

Of course, Master Angletham admires the immortality of the future, until this body decays.

However, my son, Mr. Arsen, also became five and left my hand a little.

But I'm afraid I love my son too much, too much, that he's going to bind Mr. Alsen.

I still have a little bit of diplomatic work to do, but still, when I find out when I have more time, I think about Master Anglecomb and Mr. Arsen.

I was wondering if that would eventually become the burden of an important family member on the contrary.

So if I was working for "this country" like Master Anglecomb, I wonder if that kind of selfishness of mine could be suppressed at all.

I swear to God, I won't do a job that will be a disgrace to Angletham Padrick. '

If the words "for the good of the country" had been put out in their entirety, just like their husbands, and they had spoken out publicly in Parliament, no one would have objected.

The reason I did not object was because, like the House of Labels, the nobles who had become the new king's reign and were about to rebuild and spread the "net" could have thought that "Balsam would".

Even if the head of the magic school can be assigned "concurrent responsibilities", it can also lead to the allocation of "personnel to make factions work" in each house.

Since he would be in charge of the school of magic, it is only natural that he could use magic, but the idea that "magic can be used" is "excellent" was not only in the aristocratic society, but also in the civilian population.

"The ability to use magic is a brilliant talent," he said, "the world as a whole", regardless of the country, although the table is not put to the mouth, but the tide that is imprisoned by the idea.

Among other things, the head of the magic school is certainly good for the faction's "net," but there were still a lot of political (i.e. every) positions in "if magic can be used," so every "house" wanted to allocate personnel there.

It became Gloriosa's reign, and the removal of "corrupt politics" had been thoroughly carried out by Chancellor Angletham Padrick, in the context of the "lack of manpower" in politics.

So I don't know what it's like to be a "husband," but Anglekham also didn't object to Baltham taking up a position leading to politics.

Diplomatic career as a pre-nuptial aristocrat, "unless you do a job recognized by Master Angletham," this one seemed too clean, so there may not have been any specification to the contrary.

Thus, with the letter "Early Horse," six months before the announcement of the Chancellor's obituary came, he was contacted by his brother in Wang Capital, who said in such a way that "Balsam had decided to head the school of sorcery".

However, Baltham was sometimes too young, and Citron even thanked his opponent when the letter was closed saying, "Don't bother to go into research because you decided to go in as an assistant to the person in charge."

When we were able to gather research earlier than Citron had planned thanks to the "meddling in" without worries.

Now, as if Pean Vinegar had predicted the timing, "If it's all right, why don't you return the favor as a healer?"

Citron, who just wants to return the favor, agrees comfortably and comes to the land on the edge of Rowbrow - to this day.

Proceeding with the reading of Tuberose's letter, Balsam says he has done a solid "job" between six months before he decided to work as the person in charge and Anglecomb's sudden death.

From the annual plan for the school of witchcraft, to the arrangement of teachers to the division of each student's class, it was said that it was finely perfected with Citrus, his brother, who was to enter the auxiliary.

"The support is in order, but the Duchess of Padrick's hard work is tremendous and he is unlikely to be able to participate in the national funeral of the former Prime Minister.

Plus, I'm very unlikely to be able to play the role of head of the magic school since this spring.

His Majesty, Gloriosa, who will be your uncle, is also looking at it.

However, the school curriculum created with Lord Citrus Label was based on the premise that there was something directly directed by Balsam Padrick.

And only Lord Citron Label can handle the kind of magic that would replace Balsam Padrick.

With Lord Citron Label in charge, the body of Lord Citrus Label, who was an auxiliary, will also be vacant, and the immature Prime Minister will be able to enter into a political filling that cannot be reached.

We have also heard from Lord Citrus Label that the study is only to be summarized in a paragraph and later in a sentence.

We ask you to help us ensure that the world begins peacefully with His Majesty, Gloriosa, continues with a little peace. "

(They've buried the outer moat perfectly. Is this the only way to go home?)

I don't know. You can change the draft that Baltham planned, but that would probably rebuild the plan from the beginning.

That's a lot of work, but it also means "it doesn't have to be a citron label."

Perhaps there is a spare time for Tuberose to waste the plan set up by the corner "Balsam" and consideration for the Padric family in the future.

Even if Baltham is not in charge of the school of magic, she will receive a reward from the country as a "producer" if she implements the curriculum using the "Proposed Plan" she has created.

Hard story, the Padricks are "newcomer nobles" made after the peace.

Balsam was the granddaughter and royal family of Crossandra, who was said to be a fool, but his daughter-in-law to Angletham made his royal rights disappear, and his reward as a nobleman was only for the "Padricks".

Now that Angletham, the great black pillar, has died suddenly.

Baltham will have to raise his son until he grows up, but as the letter says, she won't be able to get back on her feet any time soon.

However, in a world that has become a serene reign, it is difficult to support the "home" solely on the merit of a hero who boasted "Wu".

However, if a proposed plan or curriculum, such as a State-run "school", is used, the period of time will retain the producer's "name" and nationally recognized knowledge (esprit).

Once again, the "curriculum" will have rules for several years, and the reward for that year will be paid by the State.

The fact that the payments are in order means that the calculations are in place that the Padricks' sources of income can be secured as long as they have already been vetted and Citron has accepted to use them with those responsible.

(Oh, I think Tuberose was in love with Balsam as a student, or what Citrus said)

Try Citron, she was a beautiful girl who acted buffy when it came to thinkers, but she was a poor maiden for a normal viewing.

And now, this is the most reasonable way to support Balsam, who is physically and mentally weak by bereavement of his loved ones, without being pointed backwards by the public.

(Well, for all I've read the letter and want to help, it's proof that I care about the horse.)

If Citron sighed small, show Gloriosa's autograph letter of appointment to Lord Robrow's son and his wife.

'I'm sorry for these things.

If I could get out, I would have liked to take "my sister" with me, but if I stuck a "this way" request on the boulder, it would be annoying to the family of Wang Du. "

"His Majesty King Gloriosa, isn't that an autographed letter of appointment!"

Cinellaria makes her cheeks red with light excitement, even in the bedroom.

Next to it, the van looks at the letter of appointment written in its dynamic letters with a face that was surprising but somewhere "nostalgic".

(I am concerned about the future of Cinellaria…)

I am curious to learn how to accept the fact that I have absorbed my sister's body, my sister, as a mother, and how to deal with my "only daughter" from now on.

(I don't know if this is all happening after birth)

"... Lord Citron received these permits from His Majesty the King."

While the sorcerer was worried, his mother seemed to think that she did not know someone who would be promoted to head of a leading school in the country called Citron Label.

'... I don't mind. Even if my parents are aristocrats, they are generally lonely people who miss their marriage and live only in research. "

I am proud to be a successful magician and have good luck with my honor.

I'm told around me that it's just a lonely life as someone who lives on the foundation of a "community" called family, and Citron is aware of this.

But being a magician rather than having a family is a satisfying way of life for Citron.

My "death" thinks that I am more satisfied with Citron than with dying surrounded by my family, whether I want to die of alleged loneliness in the rooms of the studies I have done or of the books of extreme magic.

Of course, if they say "strength," I admit it.

But in one life, I haven't been clever enough to get out of two things that I want to do, and I think people who get out are lucky.

I don't know if I should be considered lucky to add, but thanks to having a twin brother, the attitude of not having a citron "family in a family feud and saying he was giving up from the beginning seemed gratifying to the blood family.

Now, in the newly begun government (that is, each), it seems that his brother Citrus has often said that fighting within the clan is "the pinnacle of foolishness" and that his father, the current master, often speaks of it.

"... because if I hadn't had any connection with Master Van either, I was going to be a professional lady, like Master Citron.

However, I had no magic... and I was able to be the "Magic Instructor" in my thesis, just tested by the late Prime Minister. "

"That's awesome!, I worked hard, and it's good to be rewarded. '

"... aren't you lucky?"

Let me send you the phrase, "Luck is within strength," though it may be here.

The magician begins to describe the medical records of Cinellaria to his hands, hurriedly but with a beautiful letter slurred and something.

It may seem thin, but from a medical point of view, it's not that one crack in the twins dies.

There was an irregularity that the fetus, not the mother, but the "sister," had absorbed the body of her deceased sister, but nothing else was wrong at all.

(It may be a forceful backward word, but if it keeps going, I don't have to stick around and watch anymore)

Before the twin sisters became more unfortunate, the state of Cinellaria's obstruction was "painful" among pregnant women, and Citron heard that she had never experienced it, but was ill enough.

At this time, I couldn't help but think that her stepfather, the wise man, was worried about positioning himself.

'Let's be honest, if we don't even have to do it anymore from now on, we'll be able to get out of here without worrying about both mothers and children giving birth.

If your sister's letter is "received," don't show it to your wife, but go straight to the warehouse. "

This, in one way or another, was said by the sorcerer as he saw the maid on his side rather than as he looked at the van.

The maid bows her head slightly and respectfully if the Lord nods to Citron's instructions.

Placing the pen, Citron put his sleeve through his jacket, taking off the back of the chair he was sitting in to stand up and examine.

"To stay" at rest, "that's really unnecessary.

Well, I have the guts to qualify as a magician in my thesis.

You may feel a little nasty, but you won't lose, but you've never crossed without it.

Please be well and have a healthy daughter for you. Bye. '

Citron slightly narrows his just blue eyes by giving people the impression of being "tough," sparing a little goodbye in his heart.

And if he bowed his head to the sons and wives of the gracious sage, the sorcerer went out promptly.

The soldier of the early horse was also suppressed, but he shouted out, "Excuse me!," he said, following Citron.

"But you know exactly where I am, right?

"was better known as His Majesty the King's Immediate Secret Officer, as soon as he entered the territory of Robrow, who guided us to the place of His Majesty the Mage"

If Citron said without even looking back as he turned to the front door of the mansion with a refreshment, the soldier of the early horse replies so.

"Immediate secret detective?. What time is that temple... can you trust that spy in the first place?

Put your hands on the front door.

"This is Julian Zaheto," said Trainian, who was used by her lovers, wearing a red scarf with a pomegranate crest.

To the tight tone of Citron, the soldier of the early horse replied with only a few words.

"Julian Zaheto?. That's a name I've never heard of...

Well, I'm not interested in the military at first, and I'm not enrolled, so I don't have any information. '

Citron has no "connections" because instead of "talking" to the housekeeper of the label family or to power or property, he did not try to get involved in anything that was likely to become a fence.

It's just that I'm in the "hub" of ruling the country today because of the fringe I made when I was a student and when I was a teacher before the peace, so the accommodation worked quite well for me.

It became a "citron label," and it also built a performance that I thought it would be good to accommodate.

If he had opened the door of the mansion, under a stepped entrance, he had the reins of two horses, and a person bowed his head.

Because I was lowering my head, I could not see the expression, but I could see a red scarf wrapped around my neck, as the soldier from the early horse said.

"It is foolish for a noble and beautiful sorcerer who loves solitude like you to belong to such a murderous and painful army.

I shouldn't even keep it. There's no need for an army in the first place, a man doesn't protect a woman and what is she worth living for?

A man should be the shield of all women to love - '

(Were you listening to me across the door?)

Citron carved a wrinkle between his eyebrows, and the early horse soldier spat out enough "dialogue" to make him giggle.

I had a few leather belts on my hips, an unusual way of wrapping them around, and Citron had never seen them - maybe something that was a weapon. I was delivering them to a case of cylindrical made leather.

(Of pitch black and silver - "weapon" made of iron, but what is it?)

"I'm sorry, but I can't stop eating acid, so shut your mouth."

Though thinking of something else with his head, Julian Zaheto, the man with the red scarf wrapped around him as he went down the entrance stairs, put his words in his ear and, as declared, Citron looked back at the soldier of the early horse behind him as he ran the caries.

Is this horse the capital of the king right now?

The soldier of the early horse nodded accidentally in silence to the light and sinister atmosphere of the king's secret detective and sorcerer.

"Yes, but go right back and help your tearful lady for the blunt fool whose dream came true."

Even though Citron is speaking to the soldier of the early horses, Julian speaks without a problem.

"- Assuming, you don't mean" blunt fool "to the late prime minister of one country. The way I put it, it's like I've known you for a long time. '

Down the stairs, stand in front of "Julian Zaheto".

He was a tall man, and the atmosphere brewed a "kizza" - the sorcerer was irritated.

'The beautiful Lord Mage is sophisticated in his thoughts, too, you're right, he's not wrong. I broke up with you, but you've been my best friend for a long time.

I'm more famous as a "gun brother."

At some point, Julian had an "old piece of paper" pinched at his fingertips and touched the magician's white cheek at his fingertips.

The early horse soldier chilled his liver from earlier on in Julian's quizziness wondering if the magician's flat hand would fly without wiping a harsh impression, but nothing would happen.

However, the sorcerer suddenly stopped moving, even though he had been moving tightly until now.

"Look, you need to hurry, too."

Soon, Julian Zaheto was in front of himself, and the soldier of the early horse was astonished.

'... look at the man's surprise face, it's boring'

After Julian said it like a kizza, he still tongued it at his fingertips with a "piece of paper" pinched, and now the soldier touched his shoulder.

The soldiers of the early horses shall also be stopped on the spot.

"- Well, the rare magician will be asking you to take Balsam's place from now on. I couldn't get help in time, though what I say.

And since I want to sell favors to the wise, forgive me for your memory, soldier. "

"One page of an old picture book" pinched at his fingertips was turned in a kurli, and he also removed the red scarf he had once received from his best friend at his fingertips and wrapped it around his waist like a decoration.

And I kept it hidden at my feet, through my sleeves in my old coat, and if I caressed my long forehead with a cushy stroke, my sights hide perfectly.

- Suck, Julian breathed.

"- Mage? Soldier?, aren't you on a quick horse errand to Wang Du?

The sorcerer was "first" to hear the voice, and the soldier bowed his head to apologize to the "servant who didn't even know his name" for guiding him. The servant, no, gives the two of them the reins.

'The lord said to thank the mage generously for watching your grandson. Thank you so much for the sudden call.

Be careful on your way to Wang Du. '

The "servant", in a far cry from Kiza, dropped off the guest.