Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Back then, every time I had to put a young apricot out in a place that touched people's eyes, my feelings blocked.

Rumors were spreading somewhere resembling your mother-in-law.

There must have been some curiosity about how similar they are.

But with that, the discontent was full of atmosphere that seemed to overflow towards Apricot. "

Cinellaria remembered - only a little, she was trembling.

"Does it make sense that Master Apricot is not bad?"

I know it's no use asking, but Stu asks if he still didn't have Apricot's "ally".

"... I don't know, but it was" tranquil "back then." Equality, "but it was also a time when it was just beginning to spread.

I wonder if my mother-in-law could have seen it in the wind singling out her lord. "

"Oh, you said that was starting to happen.

... it sounds stupid, break down the lord and make him equal "

It was an unacceptable idea for Stu to be dissatisfied with her husband's attempt to take care of his wife.

Of course, "Lords" is a special position.

In addition, I know I feel respect and gratitude for a great man named Peen Vinegar, but regardless of the fact that he is a lord, I feel like he is relying too conveniently on him for anything.

And with the word fuu-dependence, the shadow of being by the pean all the time - I noticed Rock's name didn't come up.

(I don't think Mr. Rock came in to talk to you earlier)

I heard and found out Karin was in a situation where only Pean would accept, but I wonder how the hell he was in the meantime.

I'm sure both Pean Vinegar and Karin Vinegar care about him. Is there anything he hasn't done?

Stu, there's too much words for your wife.

With a gun on his waist belt embarrassing the "Lord," he pushed a butler's question into the corner that never came up with a name.

"Shut up. Besides, it's not the Grand Lady of Cinellaria I'm in bad shape.

I'm sorry. I was so obsessed. I'm an old Lobo. "

If you answered the gun with a bad mouth, I'll see what I have to do now in my heart.

(In the meantime, move on, bury the pan and I'll...)

- After checking Alsen's safety, I decided to take action that would lead to being able to help Apricot.

Cinellaria admits to hosting the gun's “ personality ”, so Schutt does not hesitate to react to the way he talks to the gun, Mrs.

"... is your Julian's gun sheltering me?

"I mean shelter. I'm just noisy about manners towards your lady, in general.

This guy, for whatever reason, probably doesn't approve of hurting a child. "

There's no way anyone who would have been gentler than anyone who was trying to make an angel picture book, allowed from "Sage" to handle guns, would have been hurt and forgiven a child for unreasonable reasons.

"Yeah, I guess so.... because he scolded me worried"

"When did you think it was?. To my master."

"" Seiko no Seiko "… what an interesting word.

He certainly wasn't the right type for the word "teacher."

Well, the first time I met Julian was at a time when I hated the presence of a teacher, so let me be your master in me. "

Before meeting Julian Zaheto, the person Cinellaria talked to was a martial arts mentor, who admitted his inaction but still wanted forgiveness for what he did "because he's so bowed his head".

Every time a leader blames himself, Cinellaria utters words blaming Apricot for his "lack of thought," without denying his daughter's grandfather's exceptional martial arts sense of giving way.

The denial of Apricot's martial arts skills here also leads to the denial of this mentor's martial arts skills around, so he was only denying Apricot's personal "personality".

While apologizing for leaving Cinellaria's daughter "alone" many times already, the leader repeated stories such as "Apricot…".

"... Really? It would be frustrating for other children to try so hard to remember all the martial arts with such a quiet attitude... No.

Even though we're all trying to remember "equality," it's harder for teachers in positions to take control if they just jump out on their own.

You didn't do anything wrong with having your teacher's apricot on a separate menu and practicing away. "

Cinellaria denies Apricot many times.

- In martial arts, Apricot is inferior to what it contains as a person, instead of what I'm sure talent is no match for.

So somehow, I saw him trying to keep his pride.

Never had a leader, trying to bring up the "weak lord's wife" who was in the back of the mansion.

I have heard many times since I came into the lobby that the Lord, who is proud of his inhabitants, has taken care of only one person to be too kind.

Apricot was alone and had no choice but to practice in Kawahara, so the conversation should have calmed down.

I'm supposed to be coming to "apologize," but I managed to stretch the story and eventually the "lack of Apricot Vinegar" and its lack of clarity was about to be closed because it took over "the weakness of my grandmother Karin Vinegar's heart".

(… Whatever it is, if it's not the same as around…, if you're not denying "Karin Vinegar" as you are around, does that mean you're uncomfortable)

But if pride hurts, Cinellaria understands the feelings of those who are turning their daughters away in front of them.

Yesterday, my daughter showed me an experiment that took a year to achieve when I was in magic school in Robrow, where Cinellaria as a student decided to take a course.

The mother succeeds in sixteen. My daughter delivers results in six.

And that was after I took the action of unauthorized looking at my mother's research notes and summoning the Spirit of Fire, who was forbidden to use them because they were dangerous.

Her daughter looks up at her mother with eyes that look exactly the same as she once stared at herself and looked anxiously frightened, holding her mother's old notebook dearly.

"Um... my mother's, when I looked at the research notes, I realized that after a little ingenuity, I would be able to achieve results more quickly.

Then I couldn't wait to do the experiment, but I had my mother's notebook so I could do it quickly.

He wrote it very, very plainly, so I got a tip from there... sorry '

Many of the residents say that Apricot's personality resembles "Karin Vinegar," but that's never the case.

If it's from Cinellaria, I'm sure her contents resemble Peen Vinegar more than anyone else.

Driven by curiosity, Apricot Vinegar is really quick to act.

And most importantly, I'm still too young to control my self-control well.

If you were interested, no matter how much I told you it was banned, I'd run an experiment quickly - and I'd succeed.

And the reason for the success was that the amount of time was greatly reduced because the magic that overflowed the body was used at all costs.

That wasn't strange when it came to the way my mother wanted to or couldn't do it.

"Apologize for sorry, how many times do you break your promise?"

"I'm sorry, but if I actually tried to assemble it in my head, I couldn't help but try to see if it worked."

It conveys that I am reflecting on breaking my promise, but not regretting it.

- Make me feel like my father-in-law in those places.

- Most importantly, I was so angry that my daughter's talent, who did what she couldn't do lightly, accidentally engraved a wrinkle between her brows.

Apricot's growth had grown to look at his father-in-law, Pean, whom his husband had said before.

It was the average age at which words were spoken, but I knew very well from my mother's cineralia that there were verses where adults understood the conversation they were talking about.

Gloves will also be unobstructed by the time they reach the age of one.

At some point the letters read the book that the two brothers were reading, with so much momentum that it was a fight, that less than two babies, took it away and read it.

That way, Cinellaria also felt somewhat easier when she was "baby-like" in the center of herself often.

Sometimes people say she looks like Karin, but the toddler girl is obsessed with books with no pictures, and even if she hears stories like that, she doesn't know what her grandmother is doing just once she meets her.

Above all, the best time was when Apricot was in "I don't really know what I'm talking about around" state.

That's how the time to start learning in groups begins to be a hard time for Apricot.

As in Pean's time, Apricot can't wait freely, he just goes to his desk by himself while he's studying in a group, leaning down and getting depressed.

But he seemed to be frustrated, and the way he understood the study was still often not a good impression for adults.

Therefore, Cinellaria laughed unexpectedly only when she asked me if I had committed fraud in exams, etc.

Lobrow's inhabitants are proud of the power of their lord, Pean Vinegar, but it is those who have the appearance of Karin who has "singled out" the lord from the inhabitants -.

Apparently Apricot doesn't like having it.

Maybe a girl with an attitude that simply doesn't seem weak or overwhelming, but just leans down (actually because she can't help but be "bored by what she remembers"), will look busy.

'... the lady looks like a grown-up, but the contents have been handed down to her grandfather, who is truly a lord'

″ Lords belong to the people, the people.

Even when it comes to talent, it doesn't fit Apricot for this Prime Minister, who respects equality, just for one person. ”

- No matter how good it is, if it was floating from around, it's far from happiness.

If you've tried to put that meaning in your mouth, your mentor is relieved to see Cinellaria putting a "derogatory word" in her eyes as she looks sorry.

I manage to satisfy my self-esteem by being a "poor child" whose children are better than me are not recognized by their parents.

(I wonder if I look so miserable when I'm jealous, too)

If Cinellaria smiled and dropped him off thanking him on purpose, the mentor left the room feeling sorry for him until the end, only the shape.

I usually get sick of feeling after these things, and now I even feel kind of heavy in my stomach.

I thought I could put it in my sight, but when the door of "Between the Sights" entered my sight, a bitter, sour stomach juice came up to my throat in my mouth, and I accidentally suppressed my license.

(Your body doesn't seem to be in the right shape yet...)

Various emotions - if I put it in a nutshell, the stress had plagued Cinellaria since a few days ago, when a young traveler visited Lobrow.

The only reason for this is that it is in me, so the distinction that resenting young people is a muscle difference is put on Cinellaria.

(That traveler's youth - he was with an official from Wang Du, but you did something wrong)

However, I was also able to recognise that there was still a great deal of pan in me about it.

A young man named "Dan Lion" said by then he was already "approved" by leaders and parents, alone and lonely, and had his eye on the apricot that punches him into basic practice.

It was just bad luck to say that the two men and women were found alone by their sister-in-law in Kawahara because of a landscape called Robrow.

In front of her annoying sister-in-law, scolding Apricot harshly, her daughter had bowed her head and properly apologized to her mother for her apologies after giving her a cracked and kyotonic look even if she scolded her until now.

But at this time, I rarely tried to apologize inside.

- If you apologize, are you afraid that you'll "go bad" to that traveler anyway?

She felt it when she scolded her daughter and stared at her to avoid that her presence was "grieving her mother."

So, if you didn't say anything bad about the traveler by blaming only the "apricot" thing, the girl - don't worry, she apologized to her mother.

(... Apricot, you "like" that traveler)

With just a little bit of loneliness, Cinellaria can tell him to stay in his room and head between the sights the traveler waits.

If I could, I wanted to smile gently and hug you to celebrate my daughter's "first love".

'... I found the talent of the lady at the end wonderful'

Between the glances, the brunette, who hid her left eye with her eyelid, praises her daughter for saying so - but Cinellaria knows best about that.

My daughter seemed happy to be praised, and the talent noted at the age of six by the officials of Wang Du was slightly disturbed by the reality that it was not her and her husband's, but "grandfather's, Pean Vinegar's".

'Go ahead and give the lady continued guidance.

I think she could be a royal magician or a royal escort knight if she succeeded in extending her talents.

Please, think about Apricot's - Apricot's future guidance '

Even if you want to give me guidance, anything that goes beyond Apricot's talent is probably just a van or a pean who is already the girl's parent or grandfather in this land.

The "wise man" who should be able to give that guidance is studying to take care of his own wife and finally get it - so that he can't waste the free time his son has set aside.

Husbands are also refraining from teaching things to their sons, not just their daughters, in a tide of "equality" spreading.

The shackles of "equality" blunt the steps of those who seek to make efforts.

(... but this young man doesn't seem to be tied to those notions)

Though the thought felt preferable to Cinellaria - it seems "unknown to the world".

(As you continue your journey, haven't you touched the public?)

The same is true of Pean Vinegar, a lord and stepfather who feels "unknown to the world", who, even as he listens with a gentle smile, calmly observes the youth with "too cool an eye".

(But a little, I think I'm going to miss my father-in-law... Mr. Locke, too?)

Even with that in mind - Cinellaria spouts words calmly.

'I can't. Apricot will not let you out of the lobby until you have grown up, nor will he let you be a sorcerer or a royal escort knight.

If you let her off my side, she'll be wreaking a sad tragedy around again. "

I was worried that the boy was slightly frightened.

I know you're too young, of course, but aren't you used to these "child's mother reactions" either? The question rises in Cinellaria's chest.

How dare you believe in the strength and kindness of being a "mother"?

Then I imagine whoever became the parent of this young man would be a truly wonderful man.

(Whatever it is, it's too soon to pull a six-year-old away from her parents)

- But I don't think that a "vicious circle of equality" in which my daughter, who is such a parent, is likely to spread to this country is a good place.

If I could go to the Wang Capital where the idea of preferential treatment remains for what is still marginally talented.

I was thinking of feelings similar to that of hope inside the feeling of creating a "wall in my heart" so as not to put it on my expression.

The boy who seemed frightened tries "hard" to connect words.

"At least, I - I've been tutoring Master Apricot for a few days on somatology, the foundations of witchcraft, and fundamentals, but she was able to understand that.

And the comprehension is great. '

Even if you are praised, you are never going to speak of the hands of your "only daughter".

"It's like understanding for two..."

- Two?.

... Also, I forgot.

[This baby, Apricot, really looks just like Mother Karin]

[It's like one of the twins was taken away, so maybe he's going to "be like his mother, even if it's mean"]

[Well, because they took one crack of my life, to express that grudge, to Mother Karin - you resemble your grandmother.]

During this glimpse, the moment I remembered the abominable words spouted and my complacency - Cinellaria mocked herself with a voice.

You don't mind being surprised around you, laugh out loud and laugh at yourself.

And I remembered the second daughter I'd even forgotten about myself - and I apologized crying in my heart.

My husband tries to praise me, and a voice comes from afar worrying about Cinellaria.

Mr. Locke. - The butler is also calling Cinellaria, the young lady.

(... sorry, apricot)

Just a few days more than a mother trying to avoid, letting her daughter run away for fear of hurting her.

Only a few days and a traveler boy across the street from his daughter knows more about Apricot.

- Hey, traveler.

- Please take my daughter away from this land.

- Even if it stays like this, if it stays with that face, I'm sure I can tie it to the fence of people's discontent.

- Without sprouts of talent in the corners, or flowers blooming, you will only be buried in this earth.

Cinellaria Vinegar opens her mouth hoping for that "inside the walls of her heart".

'Travelers, I admire the acuteness of that observation of Apricot, and let us even be respectful.

You're right, Apricot was supposed to be two people.

The truth is, she was supposed to be a twin, but she's the one who takes one crack, the 'body and life of her partner' into her body, - and that's how she's the only one who's ever been born, the one who sucks in people's happiness. '

I lined up words that I could never say to my daughter, because I'm sure Apricot wouldn't hear me.

Choosing words that hurt "my daughter's first lover," Cinellaria spits out of her mouth.

- I was jealous of the boy who understands my daughter more than I am the parent, but he understands my daughter, and I even thought that this boy really could have snatched Apricot.

But the boy was hurt by "words from Apricot's mother" and couldn't move.

- Now, I can't leave it to you yet, very much.

Dan Lion seemed perfectly struck and, at the end of the day, feeling miserably defeated by stories that vehemently disputed Cinellaria's daughter.

No matter how much you understand Apricot's talents and mind, no matter who you are in your first love with, if you seem to be in shock with words and deeds that touch your mind somewhat - you can't entrust Apricot to such a weak traveler.

"... Cinellaria, are you okay?

If you notice, Cinellaria is standing up and is made to sit by her husband.

I can see the tears accumulating in my own eyes as I tuck into the chair.

Indulging in overflowing tears, I recall the irrational words that the inhabitants unconsciously have for their daughter.

(I can't, I can't forgive you for acknowledging the 'happiness' of that 'face' bearer as' success')

- We should all share "Lord Pean Vinegar" on an equal footing, but one person with the same face as that child is monopolizing.

(... sounds stupid, really stupid)

The traveller boy was bowing his head deeply at the moment Cinellaria thought of the selfish demands of the inhabitants, who were only self-centered interpretations.

- I'm not sure Cinellaria knows what happened after that.

First my father-in-law accompanied the butler, shouted at my husband's van and left the gaze room, and I feel like Dan slowly left afterwards.

If Cinellaria remembered how she felt "then" for the first time in a long time, it was thought that she was a strange "scratch" on her health.

Eventually, the van and the servant would hug me, go back to the bedroom, nauseate me, and lay me on the bed for a few days.

Later, if Martha asked, "The Traveler" told her she'd fumbled over Robrow's local dishes.

'... he was eating with a crying face. But it didn't look pathetic.

Because it was a determined "man" face.

It's okay, don't worry about it. The man with the hand, if he gets slapped, he's the type to spring it and stretch it out. '

If that's what a good cook said to me, that boy felt fine.

At the end of the day, they made a "promise" to Apricot and something before leaving this territory behind.

Then for a while, he told Cinellaria, where the butler lay, that Apricot's behavior was more than ever seen growing up.

Just more than usual, after Bow started thinking about it for just a little longer, he said he was still going where he encouraged him to practice with that traveler, even alone.

A few more days later, Cinellaria gradually took her head off the pillow, and as soon as she was talking about wanting to see her, she was put on the maid.

While I'm lying on the floor, if I'm sorry I can't listen to the people properly and I'm sorry, I wake up with a body that's still not in the mood to get my minutes back.

However, the person who came to the interview visited the Lords' Mansion to apologize in person for what caused Apricot to meet the travelers, who also said they were "sorry".

Even though I thought I was feeling slightly better, I asked what my mentor was talking about, and Cinellaria was just going to build up stress.

(... Apricot is a "traveler," though he seemed to like it, I wonder about that traveler)

Think about your daughter so you can change your mind.

If you still feel a little sick in your mouth, but you think about how your daughter is in love (who may have), your feelings are only a little lighter.

Honestly, I was worried about the personality aspect, including the talent aspect, which resembled "grandfather" on the inside.

What I'm not interested in - the pale side is similar to what I'm not interested in, he said, both his father, Ban, and his "shadow" butler.

As far as Cinellaria also saw as a mother, it probably doesn't even feel like being alone in practice for Apricot is getting hard.

However, I also found it annoying to be told that I was alone.

And my daughter, who resembled my grandfather, seemed to have a sense of responsibility in strange places, and by being excluded from her surroundings, she cared if her family would say anything.

My two brothers are so blended into a "children's society" that they sometimes play and are separated from Roblow-specific boys/girls that they don't have enough contact to care about.

Most importantly, my oldest son and his second son had "strong" things there, and even if they rubbed it, they were just fighting like children, and I'm not worried about Cinellaria either.

It's just that in the house, my sister, who has a smarter side than my brother, used to bump into my eldest son and fight, so outside the home, I can see her getting involved as much as possible and her siblings distancing themselves from each other, even as children.

But should I say that I resemble my mother - regardless of how Apricot "wants to be alone", my two brothers always seemed to have the temper not to forgive me if I were to do direct harm.

Perhaps it was the father's concession that was creating the atmosphere without saying, "We're the only ones who can hurt my sister, my brother, who knows her well, my family."

And his father, Ban, in his years back, had achieved a job equivalent to that of his former lord, Pean.

At the laboratory where they worked, they were communicating with their colleagues, they seemed to have plenty of work to do, and the people said something about "Pean and Karin," and they didn't get along there.

So - the only thing Apricot will care about is her mother.

If that's how the girl has something, everything will be in touch with her mother.

It was one way or another, "to see Apricot denied by her real mother".

However, Apricot did not seem to care for the amount of time he was scolded in front of the public by Cinellaria for disrupting "equality".

When her mother is scolding her angry words for disturbing equality, Apricot doesn't even think that what she's doing is completely wrong.

And even though Cinellaria scolded her daughter - I don't think Apricot did anything wrong.

However, both mothers and children know that the "Girl with Karin Vinegar's Face" is scolded and wants to see "quietly" and tell her mother.

So the daughter I've learned is honestly in the midst of being scolded, letting her face down, creating a faint look.

In that case, the creation of the face of the flamboyant atmosphere of the birth grandmother is helpful.

The prone, hurtful expression was truly sad, some even made me feel a kind of guilt, but the absolution mark "Apricot did something wrong." looks at its face like a sight of height.

- What the inhabitants really want to see is Karin Binegar's hurt face, which has taken over Peen Binegar.

But that's impossible, and I'm sure the presence of a lord won't forgive you, including the shadows.

So blame Karin's granddaughters for being "just like" the substitute.

But I'm not doing anything wrong, it's not the apricots with Karin's face that messed up the Equality that the country decided to do.

And by doing so, the families of the lords who defended the territory were aware that the people were "satisfied".

Above all, my daughter "is not seriously angry" - she discerns that she has not shaken her emotions while severely reprimanding herself.

Cinellaria thought that this might be more of a child's unique intuition than "wit".

However, I was sensitive to the fact that Cinellaria was "really hurt" because of that.

When I took the liberty of taking out my mother's research and producing more than cineralia.

I was discerning that my mother really had bad feelings for herself.

Even when I saw my face occasionally, when my mother was frightened - especially after the four aunts came, Apricot blamed herself for filling her heart with grief.

So at all times on top of each other, the girl was spending time in the lord's mansion not to show Cinellaria's face.

(I wonder what time I saw her smiling face)

Get out of the lord's mansion, where my daughter just leans over, and go out to the courtyard.

There is a cosmos planted by Cinellaria that the fountain sounds dovodobe and water and I like my husband's van near it.

On that side, Cinellaria and Martha the cook had a simple home garden.

I can remember "when" I saw my daughter's smile when I saw a proper home garden.

Was it just about two years after returning to the Lordship's residence?

As my eldest son, I came back with my family to the Lordship's residence, and there were years when weather was unstable and crops were generally unscrupulous at a time when what was "equality" and so forth was not so pervasive in Robrow.

If a person grows by hand salt but the crop fails, then of course the natural person "fails" with nothing, so wild animals descended into the public without enough food.

Because I am hungry, my temper is getting rough, so the big pigs in my body are dangerous, which is also convenient for humans, but to the extent that it does not affect the ecosystem of Robrow's mountains.

It was the van that took command of this big-time chief, and at this time his "history lover" side unfortunately showed off.

The "trap" was altered into a pig-like book of strategies and military memoirs that he had loved to read since he was a boy, and he set up everywhere to run the pig.

However, some big men cannot hunt in traps, and that will be hunting with hunting tools.

Cinellaria was to use the magic of the eastern country to release the guardians of the "Goddess of the Hunt for Pigs - Iberibi Life (Igarihimenomycotto)" in order to end the hunt quickly.

"When I was hunting pigs to destroy crops, I was here to help."

Mouth to mouth, remembering, I sat on the edge of the fountain where I could see my daughter smiling.

♪ Just sit here ♪

If I actually sat down and saw it, I could even remember the feeling of a baby still sitting right on my lap.

For the first time in a long time, I used witchcraft to "review" with my little girl.

- Fear, fear, and the life of Iberibi (Igarihimenomikoto).

- I will also give you Kachikumi, Kachikumi, Ikari, and Hime.

You know what I mean, but I still couldn't help but be adorable with my tongue-less voice for my little mouth.

- The power of letting a doll live and wear a pig.

- Let one of us do it, and let the rest of us live, from Chiu.

By the time my daughter imitated this far, Cinellaria had accidentally laughed.

And Apricot laughed, too, and hugged me to my mother's cineralia.

Cinellaria, too, hug that little warm body back.

I embraced the common happiness that I could taste when I became a mother.

Among other things, the exotic goddess showed herself to the call of her mother and daughter.

There was nothing "to hunt" for, and the goddess looked just a little bored, but she seemed satisfied with the "magic" of the contractors she called out in front of her, and she kept her figure for a while with a clear smile before leaving.

- Apricot, the magic of this goddess, this is what your mother and grandmother taught you.

I chose words to speak gently to young children, even though I already knew my daughter's comprehension was equivalent to that of a common adult.

- Really? Hiccup!

However, Apricot was the first to see the magic of the eastern country up close, and he looked more excited and interested than his mother could have imagined.

- Oh, my God, oh, my God, that's Apricot.

I was sure that my young daughter had conveyed something to herself with all her heart, but I can't remember that word.

"... I wonder what Apricot said then"

Though I don't recall, I was certainly happy the time I was able to talk to my daughter, without being told anything around me.

(……!, maybe since about that time Apricot had started looking at my research notes)

Along with that, until Apricot shuts up and brings up the research notes, one very unchanging reason for her daughter to experiment crosses Cinellaria's chest.

(Could it be that... Apricot will be doing research...)

With the sound of a bun and an inadvertently strong wind, something white - it is in Cinellaria's sight that the painting paper came into the sky.

Fly in front of me and slip through my back like it flows over my head.

- It stays like this. I also know it falls into the fountain.

Madam, I'm sorry, but I need you to get him!

I was surprised to hear the voice of a man I had never heard before, but Cinellaria grabbed it brilliantly when she found out that he was talking about painting paper.

"Good...... oh, this is"

Cinellaria grabbed a haircut and the white painting paper depicted a really adorable angel boy and a healthy looking boy who burned in the day joining hands and laughing.

Strange, even though I haven't heard any explanation or anything, Cinellaria tells me that this angel and the boy who burned on the day are "friends".

Then, from the other side of the fountain where Cinellaria was sitting, the shadow moved.

The Lords' Mansion is also directly connected to the courtyard and outside, and it's not strange that people are coming in, but mostly reports weren't supposed to come up from servants.

So Cinellaria tried to be vigilant...

'... Oh, Madam, thank God. It's a painting I've painted that can be transformed.

Fuzzy blonde hair, gentle eyes like emerald, a cute, overly innocent angel with a troubled, soldering smile.

Baked in the day, the kid is energetic, the type of natural who pulls his friends, but he is also a "man" with the heart of the earth, like taking whatever happens to the heart of an angel boy.

I was exposed to the Spirit of the Wind, the guardian of prank-loving love, even though I was able to describe it rarely and successfully.

If Madame's supple hands don't catch me, two of our best best friends are about to get wet in the water of the fountain and become grandfathers.

And if I get soaked in the water in the fountain, my heart will be wet with sorrow, too.

Thank you so much, Madam.

Oh, actually, you're the goddess who looked like Madame. '

"No, it's not like you're thanking me."

Before trying to be vigilant, Cinellaria lost any sense of vigilance when she came across quite a few words of "sensory distraction".

Besides, I wanted to stop talking about the man who showed up in front of me until I carried out the act of "blocking in the middle of the story", which I had never done since I was in charge of listening to the inhabitants.

"... hey, your first owner, that's pretty good"

Cinellaria was on her way to master, but Stu stuck her way into her partner, who was on her hips.

Instead, Stu felt itchy all over his body just listening to him, and if he hadn't "stuck" in something, he would have been mentally tough.

And that's the same Cinellaria talking to me about... just a little bit, rubbing her own body, grinning bitterly.

"... I, too, was more than two decades ago, but just remembering and saying it makes my body feel a little... itchy overall"

There was no such thing as Schutt ever being able to agree with Cinellaria, but this part nodded in great harmony.

However, Schutt's partner in the waist, the gun, is dissatisfied with the present Lord.

"... I wonder? I think it's a common greeting to your wife."

"... I know for sure that you are influenced by personality formation by Julian Zaheto."

Cinellaria laughed if Schutt accidentally abandoned "Seiko Seiko".

That was a sweet smile.

You say Julian Zaheto, the merchant caravan baton for furniture at the new lord's mansion.

A man with a red scarf around his neck - back in the year, the van was older than the deacon, but younger than his father-in-law, Pean - nodded with a distracting motion to clasp his shoulders.

"Officially a mercenary, though this country is peaceful, protected from four heroes.

So, now I serve to carry the product safely, rest between bundles.

It's a lonely time until the deal is over, and I'm so hungry trying to heal my heart by painting those endless moments.

And this beautiful and magnificent arrow of natural beauty called Robrow shoots you through the heart.

I think I need to draw this off, but I can't be satisfied with greed just once.

A few more times, if you don't take the job and carve the beauty of this place into my chest... '

"Until the deal's over, you're free, so you're going to paint and kill your time.

Please continue to indulge in nature by going to Robrow. "

Somehow I learned how to handle this person, Cinellaria dismantled the distracting rhetoric relentlessly and said it all over again.

My father-in-law, Pean Vinegar, sometimes had a hobby for painting, and Cinellaria had many opportunities to view the painting.

This painting of a mercenary and a person is closer to a child's reading than the picture of his father-in-law.

The way the painting is colored is a taste that has been carefully applied over and over again from a light color.

It was just an illustration of wonder and warmth.

(My stepfather and I have a tasteful pattern in a different way)

There were many illustrations of Robrow's simplified landscape, some of which I see several times from earlier, there were always two boys.

An angel boy and a boy burned in the day have all kinds of expressions.

But especially common is the crying face of an angel boy with golden hair with young green eyes.

Then a brown-skinned boy, like the colour of the earth, drafts gently reaching out to the angel boy.

(This scene seems to be actually watching something…)

If that thought came to mind naturally, but I "assumed" that it would be a very difficult occasion.

So I dared not put Cinellaria in my mouth.

- Cinellaria asks something else as she shows me the sketch that several Julians drew.

"… are you going to make a story based on this painting, a picture book or something"

Angel boy's green eyes with a cup of tears and heartbreaking expression.

(Apricot)

Rarely in front of me, it reminds me of my child, who does not cry, one way or another.

Once, the mercenary of the caravan stared at the side of Cinellaria meditating hard on his eyes, with a gentle face that had taken away all the quizziness.

I can notice my hand on the way to naturally stroke a woman's head, distressed by my beloved child, and pull in hastily with a hack.

Are you Julian Zaheto, the mercenary? I'm Eliphas, a witch in this village church. "

- I noticed that the side of Cinellaria resembles, somewhere, the "lover" I once killed.

Slowly opening her eyes, Cinellaria waits for Julian's reply as she opens her eyes and looks at the painting that the mercenary painted again.

(Seems to be falling apart, but feels like the story is connected somewhere)

"Oh, Madam, you're sensible. You're right.

Well, it hasn't even hardened the story yet... but only the happy ending, it's decided '

The mercenary answered me in a state of some panic.

- Oh, then this angel boy can stop crying.

Cinellaria smiled naturally when she heard the word Happy Ending.

"That's going to be a good picture book.

If you had any luck, I'd like to take a look at what you can do. "

From the start now, I'll review it.

Beginning with a scene where two boys meet, a scene where they quarrel, an angel boy and a boy burned in the day, break up.

But again, the illustration of an angel boy overflowing with tears from his beautiful green eyes had something to punch him in the chest with wonder and sadness.

- Somehow, I want you to be saved.

I really lay my own daughter over the angel in the picture book again.

(I wonder if the boy who saved this angel is the one who burned on this day)

- Apricot and the "traveler," too, have broken up, but I want you to meet me if you can.

At that time, I want you to be free from the customs of the land, from your face, from your mother - from all sorts of fences.

I came to the last one again while I was thinking about it.

It was something that a boy who burned in the day was trying to reach out and wrap up and protect an angel boy, within a few similar objects.

"The boy who burned on this day is trying to protect the angel boy, right?"

If Cinellaria asked to confirm, Julian nodded firmly with her hips on the edge of the fountain.

"Oh, the boy burned in the day, whatever," risking his life "to protect the angel boy"

Hearing Julian's unequivocal words without precipitation, Cinellaria reassures me that the picture books have not even solidified yet.

(Right, he said happy ending, so he should end up happy)

- This angel, please... may the children be happy.

"Thank you. I think it will be a very nice picture book, so please finish it."

If Cinellaria told her what she thought sincerely, not a compliment, the mercenary laughed small this time.

'... to be honest, I'm stuck, Madam.

... I can't decide what the happy ending is about.

I don't know, too convenient a development, but when I read it, it seemed like I was going to feel like, "Isn't that weird?"

Suddenly, lurking in an atmosphere of obstruction, the mercenary was in a normal tone.

(… I wonder if you've noticed me itching)

Didn't think deeply about why he lurked the distraction, but Cinellaria is convinced by what Julian says.

"Well, if you're a kid who reads the book carefully... my kids would probably complain about the overly convenient development because they're rationalists as kids..."

'Oh, I knew it.

Then I think the kids I want to show you, if you read them, are going to say something.

Anyway, if my father's free, he's like a guy who's got a crush on books.

Even if that blood thins in half - '

Talking that far, Julian accidentally suppressed his mouth.

When the mouth is opened again, it manages to contain "madness disorder" in the sense of awkwardness.

'Ha, I don't know what it is, but Madame has a lot of words to say.

Or maybe it's an extension of that motherhood because you have children, and the disturbed man is relieved of his feelings too '

Now that he knows he wants to delude himself, Cinellaria affirms the words of the mercenary.

"Oh, then for once, I try to listen to people on the role, so that might have an impact.

I try my best to create an atmosphere that is easy to talk to. "

"Impact of Role...... Oh, speaking of which, it was helpful to listen to the inhabitants, Madam"

Julian was thankful and "got on" to it.

"Yeah, I'm still unfamiliar with it, and I don't even know if all the residents can make a convincing contribution."

That's what I said, I showed Julian the side.

- I'm still unfamiliar with being a witch, though I may not have been able to play a full part in consulting the villagers.

"… is there something on the edge? No, I'm not. I'm just trying to get on my own."

″ If that's okay, could you tell me?.

Maybe the children in this picture book have models.

Especially when they both look like they're laughing with a troubled smile. "

- Oh, with that said, I noticed recently. Mr. Angletham, when you're really laughing, you smile in trouble, don't you?

It must be a coincidence that you change your mind when you don't want to talk about something like this.

'Oh, I have a model. My friend.

That guy's smile is a "troubled face".

But if you drew a smile like that in a picture book, if the guy you know saw it, the model would fall apart in one shot.

So, Daiyuan is familiar with children, but the design is pretty good.

If Daiyuan finds out, there's a lady in tears. '

Hearing Julian cry, Cinellaria frowns.

″ Does that mean, modeled after the deceased?

So even if I just remembered the models, does that mean someone admired them enough to shed tears? "

If she looked back and looked at her face from the front, Julian nodded off her gaze as she scratched the successful neck under the red scarf boldly.

″ So you mean a picture book to mourn that person... so if you look at the picture, the boy who burned it in the day is better... you mean he's dead. "

Brilliantly put it, she stopped scratching her neck in surprise and Julian stared unexpectedly at Cinellaria's face.

"Your answer, Madam. But how did you know that the boy who burned in the day was a better model for the deceased?

I bring a distraction to my mouth in an attempt to somehow dispel a feeling similar to that of my lover.

However, I took my gaze off Julian and dropped my eyes on the sketchbook again, and the side of Cinellaria still resembles my lover - Eliphas.

″ It is the living who can shed tears.

'Cause only people who are left can cry because they think about the other people who are gone. "

Cinellaria unconsciously, hands on her lower abdomen and tells her to whine slowly.

Every time I think of a daughter in this world who didn't even make a voice come true, tears flow into my chest.

But time and people's memories were cruel to Cinellaria.

While I think I'll forget, I really feel sorry for the fact that the reality that I'm going to forget over and over again when it's flown into time and chased away is "the life that has disappeared from the world."

And I can see that this caravan mercenary also has "some" reason to feel sorry for the boy who became this angel model.

″ You're talking about trying to inspire this tearful, adorable angel boy. "

If you look sooo forward, the cosmos is shaking in the wind.

When the children were younger than they are now, I occasionally saw them play with three brothers and sisters in front of a small cosmos flower garden in the same season.

It's easy to imagine a little girl there, as small as Apricot, joining in and calling her “ brother, sister ”, and the back of her nose hurts like a twat.

- Even if I forget something, if I can remember, my other daughter will represent herself in a glorious way.

Regardless of who you are or who your personality resembles, I - for Cinellaria, "children" - know as much as this is still something I love.

(Though "at that time" slightly, I brought in a "evil" feeling, so the punishment went down)

I only desperately insulted my place and the feelings of those who worked hard for my father-in-law who would stay by my side.

So even though you're a Cinellarian child, you look like...

Bread!

The moment Cinellaria opened her eyes with the sound of the air trembling from directly next to her, a glimmer of tears fell.

To Russia, Cinellaria felt like she woke up from a bad dream, with Julian overlapping her big palms in front of her own chest.

"... hey, let me curse you, Madam."

Instead of turning his gaze toward Cinellaria, slowly let his palms lurk in his chest toward the cosmos field, take out the handkerchief and give it to him without looking toward Cinellaria.

I usually possess a handkerchief, but I don't today because I was just going to listen to my mentor's “ Apologies ” story.

You can wipe it with your fingers, but Cinellaria wants to borrow a handkerchief.

Feeling the distracted kindness of this mercenary to be offered without looking at herself, she silenced herself and then also saw Julian staring at the cosmos field.

″... Kashiwaki, is this one to exorcise the evil? Do you even know exotic witchcraft because of your profession of mercenary? ”

I was just a little surprised that a mercenary at work made the main use of martial arts, Pean, my father-in-law, and the initial “ sorcery ” of the eastern country Cinellaria was studying.

Then I put the hand I gave the handkerchief in place and laugh that it wasn't.

'I'm sorry, but I'm "magical" and he teases me. I don't know why, I don't know what magical means.

It's just that, you know, people like my teacher taught me that kind of knowledge.

If this is how you sound by layering your palms with "bread ″, then, as Madam says, bad things surprise you with the sound and you get rid of them.

Hey, Madame didn't have an excellent look on her face, so I let her do it on her own. '

″ Thank you, thank you. Just bad stuff, looks like you flew away. "

That said, I wiped the tears that flowed with Julian's lent me, rather used, soft handkerchief.

Then in the handkerchief, there was a small sound of "casserole" and I noticed that something like paper was caught inside.

(……?. Something)

A big wind blows at the moment I'm curious and I meditate my eyes unintentionally.

Then, before the remnants of Cosmos swaying in the wind left in his closed eyes, he looks like he has his own "four" children at an early age.

The only thing Cinellaria should think about first is this.

My dear child.

Whether there was a place in the world or not, the child was certainly in his womb.

Yes, and my mother-in-law...

If I can take one daughter in my stomach without tears, I want to make an opportunity to go see Karin myself.

Even if my sister-in-law interrupts me, I want to talk to my stepmother, Karin.

It's too ridiculous to just think about the worse, even though we've never talked about it firmly.

(... he didn't seem to care, maybe he cared somewhere)

I tried to keep it out of my ears, but it was the first time I was a grown-up, but every time my sister-in-law came back here, there were no mistakes, even when she told me about Karin.

"... Thank you, handkerchief"

"If the tears have stopped, most importantly,"

In the end, without knowing who the pinched paper was, Cinellaria thanked him and returned the handkerchief.

"Julian would make a good ending picture book.

"I'm glad I stayed in this place," Julian puts on a picture book that I think I'm glad I survived.

You may be a loud angel in the text, but there's a little bit of content… you can even read that "childish."

Julian laughed as he received the handkerchief if he heard Cinellaria.

'Finally, if you were expected to have a good ending, colored men have to work hard.

Madam, don't be too surprised.

... being such a sweet mother, maybe another angel will come down again '

"... Huh?"

"He looks a lot like you, he looks like Apricot, he's got all kinds of edges, he's got that kind of kid."

To Kiza, the mercenary said those words.