Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

When it comes to "wise men", "strangers" is the definition in Julian.

Sage men like myself and my "childhood friend" master were also scattered (?) unusual Jen, so

♪ Tell me ♪

"Yes, well, okay, let me tell you"

And, you can go smoothly, but it's more likely that you won't go one way or another.

Moreover, he is likely to be bent (* Julian Zaheto's personal views and perceptions) in character, as much as he calls himself an "old sage", and he says he is a nobleman but also a lord.

And most importantly, the reason I'm most alert to the person named "Pean Vinegar" is - that his information, at some point on the border, is extremely "less".

A few years after Father Barrota joined him so that he could be replaced by the determinants before the peace was completed.

Since the main members of the determinants were widely recognized as Gloriosa, Anglecam, Trenia and Barrota, information that two more helpers had emerged also entered Sasha Julian's ear.

The helpers tried not to divulge their information as much as possible, but when the peace came to an end, the names of the leading players among the collaborators of the decision-makers appeared to be Chillaphora.

As a brother-in-law of guns, Julian will find out the names and identities of the two men in the midst of an activity of support behind the determinants.

A tall man named Pean Vinegar with white hair and a red and black coat.

And beside that tall red and black coat, a boy named Rock, who is like a shadow (actually, he was an adult, but he looked young).

Both of them were told stories about people who were good at "witchcraft" that Julian couldn't do at all.

And the face of the deciding army, even very close.

(... Well, magic is handy)

At the time, I was listening to the helpers with a slight obstinacy, even though I had crossed the thirty paths before the disease.

Eventually, I heard that the childhood familiars had successfully ended their tranquillity, but the story was announced that Chancellor Anglekham would marry while the information on the guns taken was never available and traveled around the country.

Besides, the other guy was "Balsam."

- This has to be celebrated.

The wedding of Chancellor Angletham Padrick, he said, would also have the position of hero to make it a massive celebration to be used by the whole country.

Regardless of his identity, he said he was "inviting those involved in the peace" to the grand chancellor's mansion.

"How about you too," she called out, as Julian's helper had also received an invitation, and she had been careful with the stick since she got along.

No, I don't like being tough.

and declined the invitation on the grounds of the common values of childhood familiarity that made him the four heroes of peace.

But there is certainly a sense of celebration.

And if the wedding was halfway to Wangdu, where it would be like a "festival," he was relatively free to enter under the castle of Wangdu, although there would be a physical examination if he were to attend the wedding ceremony.

(Just right, this would make it easy to give a gift to the crowd)

With that in mind, I bought a pot with the same name as my little self, but cheap to grow, adorable flowers all year round, and left it at the Mansion in the early morning when the Chancellor's wedding took place.

Then, just a little bit of a prank and slipped through the physical exam (thanks in part to the lack of awareness that "guns are weapons"), the bridegroom is just upstairs, and again in good shape, there is a good branching tree.

(This must be whispering to me as the goddess of the earth kisses me "See how my belly black best friend illuminates")

(In vain) If you interpreted it as a distraction and climbed sultry on a tree, as usual, a beautiful man with brown skin is wearing wedding clothes and saying something bumpy to a young man in military uniform for a ceremony that looks good to people.

Take a place in an invisible position from the other side and observe the best friend you haven't seen in a long time.

(Oh, that's your face when you're being hunted down.

Though I'm happy with my marriage, you feel sorry for Balsam for the wrinkles between my brows)

Julian understands that he always looks cold and clear, but is a pretty timid man against someone he cares about.

A man who is not good at magic reads and decodes his best friend's thin lip movements with lip reading.

[I don't know if I'm going to marry a woman I've known since I was a baby...]

"I've always liked it since I was wearing diapers. What are you talking about Balsam's habits?"

Julian stumbled in unintentionally, even though he knew he couldn't hear.

"But if you're a belly-black Angletham, I thought you were insensitive enough to" prep "Balsam for that guy you deserved."

According to stories I heard under the castle, all of a sudden Angletham made a proposal with a gold ring on Balsam's adult birthday.

The young man in the care of the bridegroom is probably Angletham's subordinate.

As far as Julian could read with lip reading, he was trying his best to motivate Angletham.

"Ha ha, those belly blacks better piss me off when these things happen, even though they get tense..."

- I think it's time to go.

When I thought about it that way, if at the end I saw Angletham's overly neat face, the thin lip movement took Julian's eyes away from the movement.

[… In the meantime, if you have children, you must be the first to teach them to be careful when giving gifts to "gold meaning" and "ring" …]

Don't you know what Anglecomb means by "gold ring"?

That couldn't have happened.

I accidentally put it in my mouth and peek into the bridegroom again.

And as far as my men's interactions with the youth - Angletham looked like he didn't know what "golden ring" meant until he really proposed to Balsam.

"... what's going on?

Julian was taught the meaning of gold and silver "colors" that wrap around this country because it is a knowledgeable childhood familiar "Angletham Padrick".

Above all, when Julian, who longed for a peaceful family, had a weapon called a gun in his hand, he asked a wise man like a master to give him a "silver bullet" in the wind as he came up with a good thing.

- Always, thanks for helping me farm.

- If it's Gloriosa, I can bake her care and give her back, but Julian is a sure person, so I can't give her back inside.

- I asked Lord Sage to process and build silver.

That said, he also taught me the meaning of gold and silver combined.

- If it's true, I wanted to make it gold for you, but you'd want to be the one who's disturbed.

- One day, if you've built a home and settled down, melt this bullet and turn it into a ring for your loved ones.

In the end, the bullet was used to "manipulate" my beloved lover, and as a shape-shift, I gave it to my lover's brother.

(Yeah, that guy should be in this place too -)

A lover's only flesh parent, a brother, would surely be hurt if he saw himself as the "man who took the life of his sister".

There are many questions, but Julian stiffened his mind that we should still avoid staying long.

If you saw your best friend again for the last time, you're still saying bumpy.

[... I thought such a "girl" would have a better edge... and I would not be prepared to talk to the King.

I thought it would lead to her happiness.]

Again, as Julian thought, Anglecomb didn't have that kind of "support".

I just don't know how, but I lost my knowledge of the "gold ring" and there was some sort of "karaki" and I proposed to Balsam, something like that.

(No, you don't remember anything to do with the Golden Ring, not knowledge?)

I can't study, but the guy around my head looks on the branches at the familiar mouthpiece still doing it with bumps.

He takes care of himself, even looks troubled to welcome an adorable woman to his companion, pulls in trouble after his real grin, and a really sad grin.

That's how I slowly open my mouth again.

[In other words, I'm too happy to make Balsam my "hero" wife.

"Hero" is just killing people in battle, even if it's misguided by beautiful words.]

"... when I congratulate you, what are you saying?"

Zaaaaaa and a nice breeze was blowing and something small, even potato, was falling over Julian's head.

It stays just as tangled in Julian's rich hair, even beyond the puzzle.

What, did you fly in the wind?

I still can't see the color or the shape, if I picked the object at my fingertips, I found out who it was.

"Nantian" fruit? How did you wind up here...?!

In the "Ka!" word part, I used my long fingers to bounce off the fruit.

Although I don't like magic, I was always sensitive to nature's "movements," so my flying South Heavenly fruit also gained momentum in the wind, "Catan" and quite sounded good and hit the glass window.

Soon afterwards, the young man at Anglecomb's side comes to the window.

It's a good reaction, too.

I feel a strong wind of momentum coming from behind me.

The window opened, Julian jumped off the branch, and the time overlapped when the pleasant breeze poured into the bridegroom.

Zach, on soft soil, when Julian landed, a nostalgic woman's voice was picking up the bridegroom.

- Anglecomb, and ~ but the lovely bride is waiting for you!.

The nostalgic voice is as bright and gentle as ever.

"... congrats to Trenia, too, I think. You could have married someone you really liked."

That's how Julian walked away from the king's capital for now, "praising" himself for his childhood familiarity and the happiness of his best friends with a little envy and great joy.

Then a few years later, the Queen's physical condition is declared to the country.

Apparently, it's a serious illness, "no hitter" status quo.

There was nothing Julian could do about all this, and there was nothing more to exchange than to look at the declarations issued by the state.

For the first time in a long time, the person who told me about Pean Vinegar and Rock asked me to work on the caution stick.

"If you're a smart magician named Peen Vinegar or Rock who helped you make peace, I wonder what you can do if you can make me medicine for the Queen's illness."

I was going to try to shake a light topic, but maybe Julian had some faint hopes that the former collaborators would get some information about the queen of the hospital bed.

But the words returned will be full of unexpected words for Julian.

-?. Beware, Lord Bar, what are you talking about?

- A man named Peen Vinegar is a lord's palace in the territory west of Celisanceum.

- Sure, it seems that a young man named Rock, who also looks like a butler boy, can use magic more than a juxtaposed sorcerer.

- Besides, I don't really care about Lord Pean, but I'm not hiding him, but as a "wise man," he's delivering medicine to the queen.

Julian, with great confusion, swallowed the information he had given him first.

"... well, that was an extra favor."

The man around his head remembered talking to the person who gave me this information and experiencing a similar feeling.

- Such a situation where you knew as a matter of course, but only that part of you is missing your memories beautifully.

As Anglecomb should know, only the information on the gold ring is being extracted -.

(I'm sure it's sudden. In the meantime, check first)

In order to earn daily money, Julian often takes an active part in the work of the caution stick and turns around the land where the heroes were involved at peace.

If we had gathered information on the helpers together, the presence of "Pean Vinegar" would have been recognized.

However, the "memory" of being the person who helped the four heroes of peace had been lost among most of the people involved.

If you pursued it, some people who were lightly involved had tall gray-haired men and about as many as I remember seeing the butler boy, but I don't even know the name of Pean or Rock.

To gather some information and wrap it up, Julian goes wild alone.

I set fire to the side of the tree, and whenever I thought about it, I always did.

That was a habit from when, before the deciding army was widely recognized, there was no obstacle whatsoever in still naming it a boy and girl with the young familiars.

However, even though Julian was trying to be alone around that time, Gloriosa was found with a phenomenal "sense of smell" and it was hard to be alone inside.

Ultimately, I follow Angletham, who holds the book because it's a waste of "lamp oil," and Trenia, who holds "brush your teeth if you've eaten" and a simple treat that also serves as a night meal.

Eventually, we stayed up late, and at the end of the day, the four of us started looking for shooting stars as we looked up into the night sky, with Gloriosa sleeping roughly the best.

- If I remember the old days, it's a pleasant memory, but I don't have the chili.

Raise the branches wide, draw an arc on the kurli and the universe, turn your head from the number "4 ″ and change your mind.

"... I don't remember the names of the four heroes who led me to peace, but I don't remember the names of the helpers who contributed greatly."

I put it in my mouth first, and then this time I think to my head.

(Information that he wasn't deeply involved and didn't even know his name, but that he saw someone like Pean Vinegar.

Information that is supposed to be someone who was clearly and deeply involved, but affirms that only Peen Vinegar's “ formal information ” is known.

So, I guess it means I have to fold this up and put it together.)

With tree branches, I try to wrap my thoughts around the gully and writing letters and shapes on the ground -.

Oh, no. I felt confident about the spinning of my head, but I couldn't get it together. "

Earlier, Julian looked up at the night sky, once she cut to the thought and slept with Goron as she did.

On a night without a moon, I can see the starry sky beautifully.

There's no sound, and quiet solitude surrounds Julian.

I mean, why would Julian, so distracted and sweet, have to think about the older frigid Osama?

Never before have I met him, I did not hesitate to pack a tall gray-haired man in a red and black coat.

If it's true, I know I have to gather information about the gun, but I'm really curious.

"An unpleasant survey" whispers to Julian from the time of his involvement that he should not take his eyes off "this stream".

And Julian can't ignore that whisper.

Anyway, if you think about it, think about your wife.

Woman - What comes to mind in a woman is a woman who, even though she was asked to pap, has killed her lover and a chunk of motherhood that she is now on the hospital bed.

- Oh, shooting star!.

Trenia, of the four, was quick and clever to find the shooting star.

- May babies from all over the world sleep happily ever after.

- Trenia always wants it, but if I were you, I'd appreciate it.

- I'd like to ask you how you got to make a wish to the “ flush ” if your wish were to come true.

- Angletham, you just have to hope Balsam's wish comes true.

The stars Julian is looking at are blinking, but I don't see how they flow.

"... Now that I've found it, wish to cure Trenia's illness,"

I regret that magic cannot be used at times like this.

I was taught before by Anglecomb that the healing technique works using his or her life force.

So if the cure worked for the injury or was described as not making much sense for the disease, "magic," Julian thinks.

- If there was magic.

"... if it's a rush, the fact that the" Four Heroes of Peace Helper "is commonly recognized throughout the country, but everyone is" forgetting "the existence of his - Pean Vinegar.

Moreover, the more deeply aware of the name and its appearance, the more oblivious Pean Vinegar is.

If you're as good as "Sage," the magic of sucking people's memories- "

- Is it possible?.

When I think that far, a shooting star draws a glimmer of white lines.

Shooting stars seemed to spare a long line and disappear.

But the traces of the lines drawn by the stars disappeared so that they could be covered in the night sky.

"… may Trenia be happy"

I don't know why, I couldn't make a wish out of my mouth to see a shooting star and let my illness heal.

The incineration goes off naturally and quietly, even though nothing has been done.

When the four of us sleep in the wild, the last person who always tries to sleep is Trenia or Julian, Gloriosa seems normal, Angletham sleeps surprisingly fast, and also deep.

As best friends, it was common for Couscous and Trenia to extinguish the fire as they watched the two sleeping faces.

And he tells Julian to quietly disturbed sweet best friend, turn her beautiful purple eyes even in the dark night, and rest.

She was the one who taught the form of a mother to a boy who didn't know what a person named her parent was like.

Witches who can read their minds always took Julian's feelings with a smile, "Is this what a mother is?" and both affirmed and denied it.

- Even parents can't be parents without children.

- So I just protect whoever I thought was dear.

Then all the kids around the world would be happy to be protected from Trenia.

- Heh heh, I'm ashamed to see that you're not flattering me and that you're serious.

- Thank you, good night, Julian.

I can remember the purple eyes closing slowly.

"... good night, Trenia"

The words "Goodbye" couldn't really be put out in my mouth.

The next day the whole kingdom of Selisanceum shall be wrapped in sorrow by the news of the fall of the queen.

More than anything else, Julian was a little silent and still exploring the whereabouts of the gun, while exploring the trend of a person named Peen Vinegar.

And Lord Robrow will do the deeds that support his thoughts.

The fall of the queen and the nobles who are on duty as lords throughout the country also return to the king's capital to mourn the queen's premature death.

Julian, as one of the people, was lurking under the castle of the king's capital to mourn the death of the queen, but Lord Robrow never visited the king's capital.

Even the lord on the edge of the territory, which is really on the edge of the national soil, sends out a messenger and says he is offering his condolences, but not from Robrow, only the condolences of the writ.

I had heard stories from the nobles who had joined me accusing me of flying, hiding from the shadows, but everyone would just accuse me and never speak of things such as Pean Vinegar's involvement in peace.

(Good at pulling your legs, if you're nobles, you'd definitely be saying "I'm on track because I helped you to calm down" or "if I remember")

Julian also notices something in common when he asks about the nobleman's face who is attending the Queen's national funeral.

(Indeed, the faces coming to the funeral were "invited to attend the wedding of Angletham and Balsam")

- If it had anything to do with that wedding, then I have an acquaintance with Queen Trenia, so not visiting her condolences deserves a lot of disrespect.

Some of the words that blame Lord Robrow if you listen to him, "while you're invited to the wedding," have not even come up with any conversation.

And it was after this wedding that Pean Vinegar stopped hearing stories about his involvement in the peace.

Leaving one small gold coin in a liquor store where nobles gather under false identities.

(Yeah, so)

I can't study, but I gather my thoughts in my fast spinning head.

(If you look for "someone who didn't attend Angletham's wedding while staying deeply involved with Pean Vinegar," is it clear if what I'm thinking hits - Trenia?)

I watched the royal palace, where my best friend was asleep, from under a clockstand in the castle town of Wangdu - it was just right in the shade because the sun was so tight.

Somewhere, I feel like my best friend who fell asleep one leg early entrusted me with "something I can do because I'm Julian".

"How am I supposed to find someone who's invited to a wedding and not attending..."

If he was scratching poly under a red scarf wrapped around his neck with his fingertips, a crooked figure of his waist in black veil stood softly beside him.

Julian glances at whether he came to the shade for the tough sun, plugged into the evening just like himself.

(Oh, isn't your hips crooked)

I can tell that the person standing beside me was carrying a small child and that the child just seemed to have a bent back because he was also wearing a mourning.

The child on the back of the person standing beside him came from a veil that was small and groaning and worn on his head - with fluffy, tiny hair.

'Oh man, I thought you were getting a busy mouth every day, watching people abduct executions, I didn't know you'd be so naughty.

Again, do you mean that you feel kind, Netuark, even though you speak ill of it?

Much nostalgic voice - Julian might fit the expression "long time no see".

Such a voice came in and looked at the person beside him unexpectedly as if he were serious.

'No matter how old you are, watching someone younger than yourself die is something that makes you feel complicated, Julian.

Good, 'he said.

I said only what I wanted to say, and the "wise man" held back the child carrying him on his back, stretched his spine and looked at one of his former disciples, with a familiar face with just more wrinkles, laughing and showing him.

Has Julian ever donated flowers to Trenia?

As a matter of course, the sage talks to Julian.

Maybe even if I ask this wise man a lot, he'll just get caught in the smoke.

"... no, just words from afar. Maybe because I think Pope Takashita is saying the passage of drop-off.

He's more of a martial artist than a religious man, but if he stops by, he won't overlook the feelings of a man who's still drawing on the old days. "

I know it's better to wait until you talk to me from the other side, but I know this one is a good idea because of the length of the relationship.

And I also thought that the person Julian was trying to find now had the title "Sage".

(There's no guarantee that Pean Vinegar will admit it and crack his mouth, even if I found out how to suck the memory of Ping...)

Besides, if you find out how you're letting yourself suck away your active memories - and that doesn't mean what happens.

No matter how I stand around, I feel like lightly hitting my tongue.

"Oh man, I guess I'm sad to lose my best friend myself, but care until this time, Julian feels as sweet as ever"

Sage, who doesn't even tell me his name, whether he knows how Julian feels or not, relaxed and said something to the boy he's carrying, but the child - the boy - is still groaning disgustingly.

"Hmm, I just put it back too much and it's empty in my stomach, so I wonder if it's disgusting instead..."

I thought earlier that this sage had shown a lot of "noisy" stuff to a kid on his back, and if you heard the word "put it back," Julian would be concerned about the boulder.

"If it's good, I have water and candy balls, will you give them?.

Besides, it would be easier for him to put him down than to carry him. "

In this place where the whole country mourns its best friend, who was child-friendly, there was something mildly painful about a boy carried by a wise man who seemed to suffer.

"Oh, will you, Netuark?

A tiny head nodded small on the back of the wise man.

"Oh, yeah. Wait a minute."

With that said, Julian took off his coat, and set aside his bag and built him a bunk at his feet so that the child the sage would be able to lie on his back.

'Good for you. Say thank you to your uncle. "

"Lord Sage, I can't believe it's Odysan..."

And after I put it in my mouth halfway through, I realized that I was old enough to say "Ozisan" now.

(I think it was in the last 50 years if I rounded it up.)

A search for a gun that says it was taken from the peace of the country, from the marriage of Anglekham, from the sickness of Trenia and, above all, from the first wise man in front of us.

That didn't happen all at once, it happened over nearly 20 years.

If you think about it, there are two years between Heping and Anglecomb's marriage, and even before that, he has been in the South for two years.

With that in mind, a boy with a colored head sat by a wise man on his courtyard.

'Netsuark, as I taught you before, people who deal with guns.

The most powerful weapon. Therefore, what deals with it must be a gentler man than anyone else.

Julian, excuse me, give me some water and candy balls. '

If the boy recapitulates what he "taught" so that it doesn't seem relevant that he feels ill, the wise man demands what was earlier from his former apprentice.

Oh, yes, go ahead.

"Look, open your mouth"

Julian gave him a candy ball and a leather water bottle, and the wise man unpacked the candy.

The boy known as Netuark was honestly putting out a longer tongue if he opened his mouth, and the wise man put a candy ball over that tongue.

The boy slowly lay down from himself if he moved his mouth with a mogomor for a little while.

'... thank you, Odysan'

"... mercenaries, call me brother of guns."

I'll crouch, laugh bitterly, and stroke your sleeping, tiny head.

If you've considered your current age on a boulder, thick enough to make you call yourself "brother," Julian doesn't have it, even though you keep your chills.

Netuark was a little wary of the "Ozisan" stroking his head, but seemed to relax his feelings by touching Julian's "kindness".

He had sharp, pointed eyes similar to his hair color - but slowly loosened his gaze.

If he had seen the movement of its colored eyes, Julian noticed a slight difference in the contraction of the pupils in his eyes.

"... you look a little blind."

……

Netuark is surprised, but if he nodded small, he would point his back at Julian.

'Hahaha, besides me, I'm surprised you have an adult you say' I can do it ', Netuark.

Well, let's just say I finished that sermon. '

To the wise man's words, if Julian looked back, his face, with much more wrinkles, said, "Shall we talk about adults?"

The children turned their backs on themselves, so Julian stood up and faced someone like a teacher.

The wise man tried to look up slightly, and if he saw his former disciple, he was emotional, and opened his mouth with a word.

'... we grew old with each other. The child was on edge and I took it.

Right. Will it be the last "apprentice" or something like that?

I won't have my life expectancy in time until I grow up, but if she's that kid, I'm confident I'll be able to raise her by the time I can make her a friend and do something about it.

And maybe we'll take over the search for the gun. "

- Ever since they took my gun, I've been gathering information, but none of it could be described as fruitful.

Do you still not have a clue about the wise man?

'Yeah, well, if the person you took it from used a' gun for me, 'I guess the handkerchief would come out...'

"Well, if you still don't use it..."

If the wise man creates further wrinkles between the eyebrows and such, Julian also clouds his words.

First of all, in the form of "using a gun," no information comes in.

Julian himself certainly doesn't tell the world more about his weapon than "guns," and his employer has no choice but to recognize him as the magical user of an awesome fire.

So I've been exploring with ″ Julian Zaheto ″ and similar ″ fire magic users as keywords.

And if I went there and heard that there were some amazing magicians, I would have been a really amazing magician (illegal).

As a result, mercenaries who cannot use magic have fought for their lives several times.

Ultimately, Julian doesn't have the experience to fight against some sorcerer, or someone who uses a special weapon, or someone who does - but uses a "gun".

If he told the wise man about his previous "gun," he nodded as well.

"... the fact that the country has been calmed has made it a trend that is going to fight less itself.

In addition, there will be less and less "fighting."

I'm sure the guys who took it from me can't use the "gun" magically - like Julian.

Probably will refrain from using guns until it is time for "powerful magic" and deception... '

'... then, when there is a war, the gun will be fully usable. Then there's the information on the guy who took the gun.

- From behind, I heard a child.

However, what I am saying does not fit the child's voice, it was very sword-soaked content.

"In Celisanceum, you may not delude yourself because there are four heroes of peace who know their master and their gun brothers exist.

But if you're in another country, you don't treat it as badly as your master says, but as a "con sorcerer" enough, isn't it okay to do it?

But first, in order to be a magician, you need a place to reveal the magic you can use. "

If Julian looked back, the boy Netsuark stared at the master and "senior" as he lay down, with his pale eyes now.

(Looks like you're done eating candy. I just don't look well yet)

Netuark has an infidel, unfaithful smile as a child, whilst remaining lying still pale.

'... Netsurk, I'm not forced to join the story.

And then, "I want a place to activate the weapons I've acquired," so stop taking them to stories that involve the whole country and start a war.

When it comes to war, it's like the execution I just saw - the kind of thing you put all the contents of your stomach back in, it's gonna be the worst everyday tea thing. "

As soon as he heard the word "execution," Netuark suddenly starts coughing up again with Goho.

Hey, you okay?

Julian caresses her back accidentally by the side.

The passing crowd also looked back because the condition of the boy coughing was apparently "going to put it back".

However, when I see an adult hugging me on the side "are you okay" I start walking again like I'm relieved.

Some of the kind speak to the sage in the same black appearance that seems to be the guardian of a coughing, colored boy.

'... I came from the country to offer my condolences to the Queen, but it appears that my grandson is ill.

But the kind ones, they look at me this way, so it's okay, thanks'

If that's what you said with a face full of wrinkles, those people also get a convincing look and start walking again.

'... for God's sake, I took care of him earlier.

I don't want to worry about an incompetent, "deserved" apprentice, but don't be talked to when you're standing. "

If the wise man groaned so annoyingly, beside Julian, who cared for Netuark, he knelt.

If you look at it from the side, you'll look like you're taking care of two people.

But the newly seated wise man speaks relentless words to his new disciple.

'You can just be on your side, leave me alone, Julian.

I just threw up, so it's just a matter of my feelings. '

Cold enough to say so, the wise man strokes his tinted head, which continues to cough.

Strange, if he was stroked in the head, Julian felt it as if the boy's cough had subsided just a little.

"This is a problem that Netsurk needs to overcome.

Confronting Angletham in vain - well, I've praised him too much for that, but that's the reason for all the statements.

Because he seems to be floating and obsessed with anything..., I wonder if kids are like that.

Then I wonder if I'm going to be very unpopular '

As always, he just says what he wants to say, laughs bitterly, and the wise man strokes the boy's head again.

- I know how effective it is to stroke my head.

Julian was surprised by the name of his best friend who came out of nowhere, but if you've ever thought about what a wise man would say, including the clever impression of a coughing boy, I feel like a man who cares knows how it feels to both.

"You say," I can. "You're surprised there's quite a few grownups.

This boy - very young but very smart, Julian can tell.

And by the time I met the wise man because things and the world look "wide" for better or worse, I might even have seen something that I didn't have to look at.

Perhaps there are some disgusting aspects of adults who have seen it because of "children".

I thought that if an adult was able to gradually "feel safe" and want to follow me, but the person praised someone very rarely, it wouldn't be funny - I guess.

A man who is mentally retarded, but who is also kinder than anyone else, has the conclusion that there is no "love" to become an obsessed and bound thought too much about the other person.

I want you to regulate all the way to their thoughts and stay on their side.

That's just that I want someone to submit to.

At the end of the day, it seems like you're looking down unconsciously at the other person.

- I just always mock myself for being born apart now and for what Julian Zaheto said that took my lover's life.

(Well, in this case, I guess it feels more like a child who wants to monopolize their parents than love or anything else)

No matter how smart and strong they are, they are young "people" children.

Just don't expect an exclusivity from a wise man who seems to be your master.

This man "stinks" of falsifying himself, for better or worse.

"... if you're in a position to let mercenaries do the family business, it's not too far away from what Netuak is saying."

If it's the first time you've called him by name, move your tinted eyes and the boy looks at Julian.

"In the flattened Selisanceum, the bastards who are running the war say they have no place to be" active. "

So, some under-thought guy says stupid things like "kids"... more "

With that said, I took out another candy balls I had put in my nostalgia and offered them to Netourk.

"... Anglecomb was just so good with this sage lord.

This person helps the prospective child to extend his talent "fairly" only as much as the child has worked hard.

So, rather than envy and be jealous of the "brothers", if Netsuruk makes an effort, the Sage Lord will see for a while.

Yeah, he's just a very responsible person, so unless you do something extra, don't abandon what you did to your apprentice, he'll just watch over you. "

Netuark, staring at the candy balls offered by Julian, does not intend to receive them.

However, he stopped coughing and was thinking deeply.

(If "thinking" stops you from coughing up, as Lord Sage put it, "it must be a matter of your feelings")

"Did you see the scene of the execution? That would have been tight, wouldn't it?

I dare you, I tried to stick the story in there.

Netuk's complexion got worse, but he didn't cough up, opening his mouth slowly instead.

'... Anglecomb was a proposed law decided by the Prime Minister's people, which was the execution of a guy who kidnapped people and kidnapped and killed children.

When the kings of this country changed, the punishment was the first law. '

"Oh, I know that.

But I'm not against paying with death for taking a young life without any sin. "

To this - Netuark was also nodding.

'I guess I'm a capital offense too, and if I read the guilty plea, I was convinced.

But when the execution began,

The boy coughed hard and then went on to say more.

'He said he didn't want to die, shouting out loud at adult habits, but he was also being held captive by an executor's soldier, who was soon aped, blindfolded, and then executed.

I'm supposed to have my mouth blocked, but it seemed like the "fear" of the executioner rampaging through to the end would pass on to me, too.

Myself, I couldn't wait to fear when I couldn't help but be stopped from living, even though it didn't hurt or itch.

At the moment after the execution, I thought I was overflowing with fear all over my body at once, I was spitting it out of my mouth.

Even if they know he's the one who did something bad enough to get the death penalty, they can't stop nauseating when they remember how it went until the execution.

It's not pathetic or anything, it's just that my whole body is really scared, disgusting, and I can't think of anything. '

When I got there, Netsuerk again started coughing up goosebumps again this time on the child's distinctive luminous skin.

"If you were sensitive and gifted with spirituality, sometimes these things happen.

I even "resonate" with people's emotions.

It's a nasty force, in a different way than the eyes that pick up Trenia's emotions'

If I said so, the wise man began to stroke the back of his young disciple.

"... so if you heard that Chancellor Angletham Padrick was taking responsibility in executing the death penalty, he also felt lost"

"Oh, Anglecomb was the prime minister and spread the name of the devil all at once."

The first thing Angletham, the prime minister, did when he defeated the Four Heroes of Peace called the Dark King and created a new regime - a "sweep" of the exchangers who smoked sweet juice in his time.

That's what I call the "solemn cleansing of the show", which I describe softly in terms of sweep - Anglecomb, who became the prime minister, was taking command.

Executions (either for matching or for more crimes) were also carried out, starting with the dispossession and driving them to the territory on the edge of the country.

And the "public execution", which further expands the name of the devil's staff, was carried out by Chancellor Angletham Padrick himself.

One of the most iconic buildings of the reign of darkness is the Coliseum in the military establishment of the King's capital.

In times of peace there were competitions of newcomers, martial arts competitions during general festivals and exams to wear swords, but in times of folly, it became a symbol of a person's "stupidity".

The Chancellor gave the building the most "enjoyed" the same end as the lives scattered in the coliseum.

The people recruit those who want to see "public executions" and invite those who want to see them to the colloquium to make the sinners former exchangers look like junior soldiers and dig holes.

Even though they know what a hole means to dig in the figure of a soldier, the exchangers, frightened by the fear of death, become sinners, dig a hole.

While I make blood beans in my hands for unfamiliar tasks, I can't resist the fear of the "executor" in front of me, and I dig through holes.

Several people along the way continued to have diarrhea.

The prime minister followed his deputy's youth through the whole thing, wrapping scarlet clothes around his brown skin - staring at him with a thin smile, like the sinners trying.

If the size of the hole has become affordable, give silent instructions to the youth of the deputy officer with beautiful green eyes and give the same sword to the sinners as the average soldier.

'Then let's do the same thing you did.

If you survived, I'll give you your freedom. '

Smile beautifully, Angletham cheers from the tour seat if he pulls his favorite fine sword out of his sheath.

From there, try to twist the baby's hand, and the "devil" will jump the necks of the sinners one after the other.

Whenever the neck and torso break apart, the cheer rises.

And as if he had plotted, his neck rolls and falls into a "hole".

For sinners who would have had a little confidence in their arms, they crossed their swords a few times so as to break their pride, and then after spraying their swords.

If you jumped your neck the moment you changed your expression to humiliation and fear, cheer again.

The people, tormented by bad governance and fierce enough to come to the Coliseum to see executions, were initially cheering each time the torso and neck of the sinner separated.

From the former, the family was deprived of some who were in a beloved relationship, while others were irrationally struck in person, no longer satisfied with the five bodies, and some remained handicapped.

There is so much resentment and hatred in sinners that they want to kill them with their own hands if they can.

When they heard they would be punished as public executions, those who were exchangers during bad government had no choice but to do so.

However, the executing prime minister will not be allowed to mount the exuberant cheer, but will carry out the execution in a pale manner.

The - the voice of the people gradually dives into the state of executions that are too calm.

When the sinner's fear reached its culmination, the seemingly people also heard the Prime Minister fling his neck with a fine sword.

Let the sinners scream the same screams that once made the people coming to see you give them fear, and the Prime Minister, wrapped in red clothes, makes his beautiful face look "boring" and releases his neck and torso.

One last sinner remained who was also said to be "the worst".

The people of the king's capital, who had come to see, everyone wanted the death of the sinner.

I had hoped, but I begin to have "fear" of the Prime Minister's relentless, execution.

And if you felt the people pushed you in silence for fear of themselves, the devil smiled beautifully - satisfied.

In the days of bad government, the people who looked at them were offended, angry and hated the politicians who had already rolled their heads in the hole.

This is how one of the heroes who led the country to peace thought he was cutting it off to clear the resentment of the people.

The people who gathered in the colloquium all "thankful" for his presence thought.

I just believed that Angletham Padrick was on the side of the weak - that's not true.

The beautiful devil, wrapped in that red coat, is only on the side of the "law-abiding" of the kings' kingdom, which is about to begin.

If you're on the side of the weak, it's not bad to start a new reign using the convenient word for the living: hate sin and not hate people.

But he hasn't chosen it.

His top priority is just to start "his own work" so that the reign of the man he has set himself on with will be great for future generations.

If the "demon prime minister" were to proceed with the revision of the law, even though he was a people who lived through an era of misadventure, if the act touched the law, the "end road" as we see it now would be relentlessly supported.

Of course, there will be no such thing as a law he makes with the new king and pope and the woman who became queen that makes sense and is outrageous.

However, the Prime Minister's temper to develop a politics that does not condone a people who have nothing outrageous to do with it, who cannot even abide by the law.

At a moment when the people who came to the colloquium to see it were filled with atmosphere that they perceived it, the demonic prime minister sprayed his last neck and bathed in blood for the first time then.

If the neck of a sinner with a distorted expression in tears and salutations confirms that he fell into a hole with a corn, the first - a good friend who saw this execution - bows his head respectfully to the man seated in the king.

This is followed by clearing up the regrettable heart of this former injustice to public execution, but now bowing his head even to a people bound by fear, then calling the Spirit of the Wind to sound with his voice on the wind.

- From now on, if we must redeem our sins with our lives by the king's capital of this country, the final executive power will be vested in me, the Prime Minister.

- If I sign a piece of paper stating the execution, don't forget that the execution will always be carried out under the name of Angletham Padrick.

- "Thank you" if you understand the stupidity of breaking the law in this new Selisanceum, a country ruled by Gloriosa Sunflower, in what has been done here.

"Even" The Devil "was badly out, it seems, Anglecam"

"If you made Angletham say something belly black, wouldn't it be the Lord of the Wise?"

Before the lying, colorful boy, the magnificent mercenary and the old wise man told that about his acquaintance friend.

"Netsuerk, Anglekham is nearly forty years older than you, a man who did not fail to make an effort until that year, and who persisted in faith for his best friend.

It's arrogance to fight a man like that. '

If you said so much wise, take the candy Julian was offering and push it into the mouth of a young disciple.

'Thanks again, it's foolish not to honestly receive compassion from the kind.

Well, I hate pushing opinions by the name of "think for you".

It's just that when it comes to this Julian Zaheto, he's a really sweet person, so it's better for you to take it honestly.

If you don't cure your wasteful habits from now on, you'll be in trouble later. '

'... Yes'

If he mogged the second candy balls thrown in for a while, Netuark looked at Julian alternately, who was going to hit his master and his brother, and said, honestly sorry, in a small voice, but in his mouth.

If the wise man who saw it breathed a small, hunched breath out of his nose, he stroked his pale head like a finish.

The boy also looked a little lit up.

Just because what I was wearing was the same tailored mourning, it also looked like a real family to Julian.

(Perhaps you adore this boy, Lord Sage)

I took great care of him as a kid, but I don't remember seeing him take care of people so far.

The old sage turned his sharp gaze to Julian where he was feeling just a little smiling.

"So, Julian. Is this about the gun? Why are you exploring the new sage so you can combine?

As far as I can tell, Pean Vinegar decided to live in seclusion at the same time as the country stabilized.

So, you really started exploring just after the Anglecomb ceremony. "

I thought you probably understood, but the wise man who still became a mentor was seeing through what Julian was doing.

"Do you know what information Lord Sage has on Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar?.

If you weren't handicapped, could you tell me?

Always a gentle eyed man sharpened his eyes and voice, so the wise man pays his sharp gaze.

Then I opened my mouth with my hands on my wrinkled mouth all the time thinking about it.

'... speaking of what I know, the snake path is like a snake.

As I said earlier, the race of sage originally prefers to hide and do only the research they want to do.

If the sage is "passing on" information to each other, he hears that among the sage, he is superior inside, on top of being quite "young."

"Young," Julian blinked violently at something older than herself, inadvertently leaking a small laugh.

I gaze at it and gaze at my own apprentice laughing as he nibbles at his healthy, sturdy white teeth, even old.

Yesterday, however, it is more famous among the wise to ask about a man who is a wise man and a lord of the land west of Selisanceum.

"Oh, really? Is it a famous story?"

I'm just a little surprised by this and scratch my neck under the red scarf with a bitter laugh.

I'm pretty sure he's looking into someone named Peen Vinegar, and Julian wasn't particularly hidden from exploring him.

So, Sage, do you know the story of a man named Peen Binegar who was helping the deciding army?

'No, I don't. I am more than magical at recovering the noisy guns I have made.

Yeah, but the quicker the peace than I thought, the quicker Gloriosa and Trenia got married than I thought, the quicker he was, the quicker the better. "

Yeah, from the mouthfeel of a sage snorting in a convincing way, it doesn't seem like he's lying.

If you make a wise man with a strong sense of responsibility for it, you also know that others want to prioritize cleaning up their own endings over anything else.

(Again, I guess you care)

"If marriage has been speeded up, it seems that wise men also have a" bonding "role.

Originally, in the country village, Gloriosa and Trenia met in a cave in the Sage Hall. "

That being said, when I look at the place where my best friend, who is mourning all over the country, sleeps, the pale boy looks at you with it too.

Netuark probably heard about Trenia.

Then, all of a sudden, Pattiri and the old sage played their fingers and made a sound to attract the attention of the two disciples.

"Ri, you're right. That's also one of the roles of a wise man.

Tie together what you don't think will tie together and extend further edges.

It also becomes the role of the wise… and it is said among the wise.

Jesus, Julian seems to have the qualities of a wise man, but the magic - I can't grasp the reason after figuring it out - is really a shame as long as it takes.

If you have replaced the kindness you possess with curiosity, then as a wise man who cannot use this world's first sorcery, you want to make recommendations to your fellow wise men. "

"I can't believe you're a wise man who can't use magic, so if you get support from the state, the people will slap you.

And I'm joking, don't lift it so much again. "

Julian meant to be just a mild joke, like "bondage," and he meant to say it.

It's just that Julian has been told by the person in front of him since we met.

It seems that the sage also needs curiosity and qualities, but it seems that it is also important to be able to defend its provocation.

Sage says Julian's kindness is great, even if he speaks comfort and encouragement, he knows exactly how far to step into the subject and say the word.

If it is easy to compare it to an ingredient that encourages Gloriosa and two of Anglecomb's best friends, the former encourages them to be on the side quietly if the latter, and the condition is to proceed with the cigarette.

Of course, there will be times when Gloriosa wants to be quietly comforted, and if Angletham wanted to stir up booze like an idiot, Julian can look around brilliantly and guess and do it.

"Yeah, but if being a wise man would bring you together and give you the ability to extend and connect ahead, I wanted to wear it. Then I wanted to connect you to the Queen and the King until they were" common gray hair. "

'I can't do that. The young and brilliant sage did quite a bit of work, but he can't save it.

That's something I can say about me, and there's something in this world that I can't resist when it comes to disease. "

Hearing the wise speak pale, Julian's doubts and dissatisfaction swelled abruptly.

"Once, a friend who fought with his life was incurably ill.

Even if you can't cure it, why don't you come to Wang Capital when you have the wisdom and the talent of witchcraft?

Even if it doesn't work, there shouldn't be any obstacle to coming and encouraging feelings while you're alive.

And even though the Queen of the Country says she's dead, condolences are only in writing.

I don't know what method, but if you say there is magic to suck people's memories away, you just have to come to the king's capital and take that method after you've visited Trenia.

That's what you would call "friend".

Or is it the wrong idea to be my friend?

'... the power to suck memories is not the power a person can handle'

The sage speaks even more pale, turning slightly to his rough disciple.

Then dive into the ever pale atmosphere and tell your former disciple that the wise man is small and "sorry".

Let's talk about "stories about sucking memories" later.

First of all, Julian, as long as I may be angry with you gentle, let me say something here that will defend the "wise man".

Even a young sage hiding in Robrow would have really liked to come to this place and visit Trenia if he could.

But wise men shouldn't be involved in politics.

There is also a risk that it may cause unpleasant odor.

of the determinants - it's just, it's unacceptable that the resistance was a table, but that wasn't an obstacle for the minutes of hiding behind and helping.

In a way, what I did to the four first men of the army, to teach martial arts and martial arts and to teach magic, is perceived as "the same" as what Peen Vinegar did. "

So once I cut the "word of defense," I breathe slowly.

The wise men, like their earlier disciples, begin to watch the queen "sleep" in the royal palace.

"But there was peace, and Gloriosa became king, and Trenia had to be queen.

Angletham also became prime minister, and the people known as heroes also became the hubs of politics (that is, every word).

I don't know much about the other person, but he's a religious man, and he's the head of a country called Celisanceum, a religion that crosses this world.

Religion is even more troublesome when it comes to politics.

Even if it had a big nickname for helping the peace, the exchangers, who could afford peace and waste their time, would make an extra reckoning that he, the "wise man", would come to this king's capital.

Or maybe try to use Sage as a valid card for some kind of politics.

For a sage who wants to spend his time researching, that's as annoying as it gets.

Before a wise man can say his will, he may be taking it on his own. "

If that's all I said, I'll see the two disciples.

"... it"

'... to the citation used, because it kills you?

The man around, and the wise boy, had already guessed what the wise man would not say.

'Well, the means of' killing 'would be final, but if you were locked away somewhere or didn't cooperate, you'd be in the way of - harassing' the research.

"... don't fuck with me"

Despite his pale complexion, Netsurk said so in a medium and prestigious voice.