Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"... don't fuck with me"

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

Julian stayed for a clear smile as the boy almost represented his feelings.

"Sage people have a public image of the" researcher "side, so they are rarely seen entangled in politics.

However, there are certain "sage compatriots" in the world who use politically colored cards successfully.

So, there can be sage with each other, but, well, that's a good story.

So, let's talk about the magic of erasing memories.

"... Lord Sage called it magic that no man could use, right? Then you won't even be able to use Lord Pean Vinegar of" Sage. "

If Julian confirmed, the wise man nodded.

But I twist my neck right after I snort.

'Yes, it should be. But people can't do it, but with the help of a certain tool... I've seen that a tool exists to suck memories. "

"... sucking away memories, tools?

- I forget only about someone, tools.

The words I put in my own mouth suddenly make the back of my ear hot, from which heat turns in my body, and even the feeling of heartbeat and pulsating sounds shaking my body.

- I don't need to be prepared for that.

- If you're ready, be prepared to fight with me.

A long time ago, when there was no obstacle in describing it as "a long time ago," a strong, wishful, but unfulfilled wish.

[No, you can't. I have to redeem it more than the blood has shed. And at least we have to contain the tragedy that happens next. So, please, help me. I need your help]

"A long time ago. Originally, it was said to have become the" ancestor "of our role, Sage, a substitute made when travelers made deals with certain beings.

I mean, I just read the record in a book, but... Julian, "You've got that tool once."

And you will be confronted with the phenomenon that only "some memories" are extracted. "

"... oh, that's"

Grasp a gun that can reach a holster on your chest, like hiding it under your vest.

I was going to give this big - "brother" gun to her as a ring, pack a silver bullet.

[Gun brother, please!

As far as I know, shoot through the least painful places.

Julian Zaheto shot out of his back with a "picture book piercing through his chest" as his beloved had asked him to.

"Four Lives", "Woman" and "Key" picture books.

Conditions are in place, "unlock it," the great darkness overflowing from the old picture book on the lover's chest, stretching out into heaven and spreading darkness.

That's how the Dark Night surrounded the village.

On a sudden dark night, the knights, who should have come to capture the witch who had been shot out, dare to turn on the lights and rush to light the pine lights.

The villagers, who asked the witch to "help", were suddenly frightened by the dark night they visited, and heard from within the church, a kind man.

- Lose your voice in the tragedy perpetrated by the witch's lover.

- Eliphas, Eliphas, Eliphas.

Julian remembers calling his name many times, but I'm not sure it was voicing itself.

[... after you "killed" me, never stand beside me until the picture book and my body leave]

At the last embrace, Julian shows herself on the table, determined to keep her gun with her until the book and Eliphas leave in order to protect the wish whispered in her ear.

But only once comes the moment when that determination is about to shake.

The knights of a country panicking about the darkness of Russia, the equally frightened villagers of darkness, in which Julian stared only at his bloody lover, trying to hold the picture book tight and lay low on the earth.

So, from the blood buildup of his shooting out lover, he comes out in the form of a shadow darker than "someone" darkness, and only he witnesses to lift her as a carcass.

Inevitably, he could not move, except for the mercenary with the gun.

Anyone with "power over magic" arouses courage and still places a slightly rising gunpoint in the shadow of his lover.

If the shadow that was summoned at all was going to tarnish the wreckage, even if the picture book and lover were in touch, I was going to get her back.

[My "wife", have you become a representative of the sacrifice of the cause of men?]

But the great darkness that comes out of the bloodstained earth grieves me that there is no longer a "woman's life", not through Julian.

Clearly, the word "wife" got in my ear.

- No, the woman!

However, it cannot be denied that the phrase "sacrificed by a person" is said to be non-human.

[... Is the vessel still different from the time and place?... and you're only asking me to help you when it's convenient]

The majestic voice echoes, and both the Knights and the villagers stop moving.

Matsuaki, who would have finally been able to light things, only really brightens up at hand and makes no sense.

I have a Knights sorcerer who should be able to use magic, but it looked like they were in a situation where neither spiritual nor ordinary magic could be used together.

The strange thing is that people in the dark are able to recognize each other's existence, and everyone is aware of the existence of a "shadow darker than darkness".

And everyone, even the Knights, who had come to capture her in the Knights, were guilty of something "magical and" deadly "against a woman named Eliphas.

The "consciousness of sin" makes the shadow that extends from her blood buildup thick and strong.

[Now, with the life that should have been my wife, I was summoned to "here" … the definition of the existence of Xu.

How many people are to be buried under "The Enemy of Man"?]

Julian struck herself with a small tongue as the word "bury" echoed in unison.

You mean kill the people in here!?

But I was also certain that I had "anger" with the people who caused the situation that made my lover make the choice of death.

But then, this method that my lover took to "risk his life to help the villagers" will be wasted.

(At least just the villagers)

Pull the hammer, let it load a regular bullet, put it on your finger without hesitation on the gun trigger (trigger), hold the lover's remains, point it at the dark shadow-headed area that appears to have put out the word 'bury'.

[... stop, there is no point in "now non". Besides, I (and) risked my wife's life's wishes, I'm not forgetting]

The voice is calm, intelligent - it echoes Julian's heart with calm as if he were king of some world.

[Wife's wish that was a person, so the wife that was a person was taken care of - no, I won't do anything about the human "life" I helped.

Plus, I'm on the verge of a "traveler" - and I loved you even at the beginning of the tentative, I don't give a shit about you.

How interesting it is for a man like you to spin the edges, even though they are going to feed into this world.]

If the shadow laughed at Julian, something grew from the part that hit his back toward the dark sky.

[Well, even if it doesn't take shape, is it something that goes the way it used to -]

A dark shadow holding Eliphas rapidly grows and begins to shape some silhouette.

What the fuck!?... Hey!!

If I don't put into words my doubts about the situation that is happening now, my "feelings" are going to be crushed by fear.

And in that, a shadow made a giant silhouette in the dark night - shaping a silhouette like some sort of "worm feather," enclosing in its center a lover wrapped in a white witch dyed her chest red and blood.

"Wait, let Eliphas go!

In the dark dark shadows there are loved ones, even if they are the remains.

It just seemed to take it away.

Julian excites his feelings and invests in the index finger that triggers them.

"Get Eliphas... off me!!

With the same words in his mouth again, he feels the air trembling on his cheeks as soon as he points the muzzle at what appears to be the head of the "shadow".

And don't leave it between

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

(hey dog...... no, this is a "wolf" howl!?)

Only a definite "voice" that does not belong to a person "strikes" someone surrounded by a dark night.

Once, a growl similar to what I heard several times in a rural village strikes Julian's body with a voice volume equal to the ineffectiveness of earplugs, which he always wears when shooting a gun, and a "wave" called a sonic wave.

Likewise, the knights, the villagers, trapped in the "dark night," without earplugs of course, pinch their heads from both ends with their hands, suppress their ears, kneel to the earth one after the other, and crawl to the ground.

Howling like a "wolf" stopped amidst only one person left who didn't crawl to the ground in that.

The vibration of sound waves caused by wave-blown growls paralyzes the whole body, everywhere.

Still, Julian was a few classes for having earplugs, I guess, and not many of those crawling on the ground were losing their minds.

[... well, the traveler's edge is still strong]

Once again, a majestic voice sounded.

"Don't lick it!!. I don't know, it's better than Gloriosa singing!!

Together with the sound of Jackin, he puts out the name of a trusted friend and tries to pull the trigger toward the shadow that pictures a giant "something".

At the same time, Julian feels the shaking of the air on her skin again.

(Next time I take it, I can't stand it!)

Before I touched that sound again, I wanted to release a bullet.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Van!!

Both sounds shook the dark night air almost simultaneously.

A bullet released from Julian's gun proceeded straight over the head of her lover's wreckage, creating a gullible, round ripple into the darkness, shaking the shadows and penetrating them.

At the moment she saw it, she knew it was ineffective, and at the same time, Julian put a knee on the earth, her favorite gun out of her hand, and slipped through the land of the dark night.

(... damn!!)

I only manage to raise my head, but my lips are paralyzed and tremble, and I can't speak.

The shadows that support the lover's remains roar again and the "feathers" echo.

[… "Now", in this "place", it's all "pointless", because the shadows are invisible to the eyes and have no form. What, don't regret it.

I'd also like to make arrangements about what a man in love looks like "tentatively at the beginning," but only in a way that I'm on a "picture book"]

(... picture book?)

The last thing my lover was holding.

Raise your neck and see your lover's chest wrapped in shadows and desperate.

A picture book appeared to create a small shadow on the white witch's costume.

- Chip.

With a paralyzing tongue, I pound my tongue.

"... you're jealous, Floyline."

Collect "jealousy" in your body so that it fills your arms instead of your strength.

Julian reaches for another rarely used, beautiful silver "brother's gun" as if it were an ornament, delivered to the holster trying to hide it under his vest.

Sometimes I only used my brother's gun to deceive them.

Even if there is just a difference in size, it performs the same as a gun.

Keep down on your knees, I'll laugh at you for distraction and show you.

If you admit I'm your lover, the last thing you're gonna hold me in is me, Floyline.

That said, point the little silver muzzle at the shadows again.

"Oh, my God, my breasts are empty!"

- Van!

A lighter shooting noise than earlier echoed in the night.

And the picture book drops as a bassari. But the shadow doesn't try to keep her lover's remains in his arms.

[... As good as it gets, I don't have the wisdom to engage in magic, but does my head turn? But now it makes sense to damage this picture book......?!

Van!!

"Heh, you didn't think it would come in a row. So, you don't even know what I'm doing, do you?

When he said he was so disturbed, from the back of his lover's white witch's wreckage, a silver bullet deformed and pushed out by a bottle and a third bullet.

"... gentle, Julian couldn't bear the fact that there was a bullet in her lover's body, even though she was asked to."

So, the power ran out and kept the silver gun in his grip, and Julian fell to the front.

On a fallen clap, the silver gun slips off his hand and down the ground - hitting his "brother's gun" with a kachin and a small noise and stopping.

Julian himself was conscious but not in such a state that he could wake up his body.

"... Damn, I can't believe I pulled him away from the corner book..."

Darkness stares at fallen Julian, fallen picture books and bullets, and two guns, as lined up.

[… really, inexplicable. This is also puzzling, so you think my Lord has restrained "man"?.

... well, let's keep him out of it.

My wife didn't have time for someone as sweet as you who couldn't help her.

Let's just make it a little rough. Whatever, let me tell you, I'm the Prime Minister of Hell.]

A majestic voice slowly woods spirits in darkness.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Now once, if a wolf howl sounded, Julian's depressed body slipped down and sat down, clashing from his back against a large tree, away from the church where people were gathered, flying by a "wave of sound".

- Eliphas, you know, I like it.

In the shade of this large tree, I remembered having my wounded arm healed, but I couldn't even say anything distracting, and I just confessed my feelings.

- Glad, thank you, actually, me too.

"If Julian stays, if the army doesn't come, you'll be fine."

"Maybe even if the National Army comes" here. "You cure in this village, then come after me. '

"I don't say much about Eliphas."

"..." Sister, please. "

- I'm sorry, Gloriosa, Anglecomb, Trenia, Father Barrota, I promised, I couldn't keep it.

Should it be called irony, a man can't even lose his mind and watch the end of the "ban" with his vain eyes?

[Come on, let's do something like "demon" while the archangel of the earth is absent from this world and the eye spill works]

Things like the feathers of worms that were spreading from the black shadow shrink to be punished, and return to the shadows, as thick as holding the Eliphas of the carcass as the first.

From the dark shadow holding the bloody wet "wife," a silhouette shaped like a man's arm, the shape of a hand at the tip of his arm, the shape of a finger at the tip of his finger, pointing to the dark earth.

And the fingertips hang something "qui" all the time, making a pull-up motion to show it.

Then, from the feet of Eliphas, the dark shadow and the carcass at the tip of his finger, a slice of the tiny red jaw rises.

At the next moment, the swirling Red Lotus fire rocked the earth with the sound of a dong, rising like a thick pillar.

[Hey, despite my first call in thousands of years, he came from beneath the earth.

Then, as my wife wishes, let this village have a "nothing happened" state.

From the beginning, such as the soldiers of the King's foolish kingdom, who wanted to lean, did not come to this land where his wife lived as a man -]

The columns of red lotus flames that stretched out into the night sky that was made seemed to be "delighted" to be heard strictly.

The long, burning pillar of fire - twist yourself, it becomes a fiery serpent.

Thus the wave of sounds caused by the "howling of wolves" deprived the Knights of their physical freedom, and the serpent of the Fire, called by the "Prime Minister of Hell" to the crawling Knights, began to approach them with a deep red burning body.

A slightly screaming voice in the vain consciousness enters Julian's ear, where the tree is responsible.

[You should be burned, wrapped, and vanished to the shadows by snakes in the form of Hellfire while you are in the world of men -]

I guess I should switch to the expression Terminator already rather than screaming.

But the severer is also fine because his physical freedom does not work, but the voice in his ear sounded abominable enough.

A fiery serpent of fire was twirling, tying out a red elongated tongue with a hot wind towards a soldier of the National Army crawling on the ground.

- Tuskete, Kudasai

The fine voice muscles scatter multiple pieces like unwrapped twigs.

[... Huhuhuhuhuhu, a goddess of the earth who is not even called "by name" to seek help is hilarious, my wife.

But the fact that you didn't give the woman's name in front of Non is hard work.

You can't wipe your fears off him, but I hope he disappears from this world without giving you a glimmer of pain and suffering]

If I said that, I would raise my shadow arms as if I were to start directing the orchestra.

And the serpent of the Red Lotus proceeded unto the soldiers of the crawling kingdom, and spread his great mouth from time to time, and set up, to follow the movement of his arms.

[I'm sorry, but no matter how much I wish, I can't exist in this world anymore.]

Cold, assertive, and lowering his arms, the serpent of the Fire begins to devour men.

Until just before it was taken into the mouth of the scorching serpent of the Red Lotus, the abominable Terminator sounds thin and long in the dark night made.

And whenever the terminal demon disappears, there is a "juicy" sound as if the droplets were turning into steam on an overheated iron plate for a moment.

Really slightly, but my skin burns, I smelled bad.

Only that "unpleasant leftover incense" felt in the evidence that people were there, but eventually even it was erased by the wind and made as if there really was "nothing".

Along with the sound of vapor production, the Terminator disappears and surely the "number" is less.

At first, the severers, who seemed like a bunch of fine branches, surely dwindled.

Along with that, Julian's vain vision is the serpent of the Red Lotus, a soldier of the Knights - when a man is swallowed, he can have a black "figure" in his torso, but immediately captures the shape of the shadow disappearing.

The serpent of the Fire took in and wiped out the armor, the weapon he was wearing, and even the horse on which the conductor, who was unconscious after being struck by the shock of a wave of sounds that was really just a "convolution".

Whatever the "object" is, it leaves only a slight shadow odor and immediately scratches out into the red lotus color of the lily.

That's how he was captivating the village church, the Knights disappeared.

The trace of the presence of a soldier from a country called Selisanceum in this village, alone, even the animals that ate the convolutions, is gone, except from the memory of the villagers and Julian, who is being cared for in the village.

[Hoo-hoo, it's been a long time since you called, but the serpent of Hellfire was able to handle it.]

Most importantly, let me thank you for answering my call.

Good luck, sooner or later I'll pick you up with the Lord, come on, go back]

If the serpent of the Fire spoke of gratitude and labor, the serpent of the Red Lotus - accompanied by a hot wind, was dispersed and vanished from this world.

[Well, shall we go finish it to scratch out the existence?]

The shadow tried to hold him, holding Eliphas the wreck, towards the church - he was beginning to walk.

Perfectly, Eliphas' appearance has been lost from Julian's vain sight.

- Eliphas.

Even though so many people vanished from this world, what Julian thinks was the lover he killed.

There was no fine dust, such as "gentle Julian Zaheto".

[... Rest assured, no one in the village has disappeared from this world - I would never have encountered such misfortune]

I declared to Julian, unable to move his body or his mouth, in a voice that would not look back but could be heard gently, to speak.

But you can also lose the "Eliphas" that your Lord loved from this world.

Only there I wept from my vain eyes when it sounded like a “ winning pride ”.

I can see a dark shadow, taking my lover away, disappearing into the church where the villagers crawl, and after a while, even the vain sight "Dark Night" tries to dawn.

However, it was not dawn from the eastern sky, but a phenomenon that had never been encountered before in life, in which the darkness surrounding this village became a domed circle that dawned from the abyss.

From where the dark night goes, I see a beautiful clear blue sky and the sun plunges in, and I start hitting it from the toe of Julian's leg.

When the warmth of the yang came through, the "dark night" went down in area so that it was inversely proportional to the gradual beginning of the physical freedom to take effect, and the darkness disappeared after drawing a small round circle at a point in the sky.

At about the same time, Julian's body works almost freely.

When I was just blown away by the waves of sound, the pain that crashed into the trees remained, and some things didn't work out the way I thought.

Still, get up and stand up hard.

"... Eliphas!

First and foremost, I put my lover's name in my mouth.

Walking through the pain, the shadow took Eliphas' remains and disappeared - toward the church.

Along the way, he picked up two guns, his own weapon on the earth to lean against, and delivered them to the holster.

This was also a covenant with a wise man, a benefactor and mentor who gave up his weapon.

Along the way an "old picture book not dirty at all" rode on some little thing on soft soil and seemed to thrive, but opened the door of the church without even looking.

There, the villagers look to worship, and suddenly the door opens and they look back at it all at once.

"What's up, Mr. Julian?

In the absence of a priest, a magnificent man who serves as a compiler rises up and asks on his behalf.

(It's normal for me to be surprised to come to church like this)

As far as state religion is concerned, what Julian was not even serious about was what he was known to do while he was being looked after by this village.

I come to worship to the extent that Eliphas sees her singing for the children and listens to her gentle singing voice.

"Lord of Seesaw ♪ Please, put the hearts and lives of the people on the Seesaw named you ♪.

Seesaw goes up and down, but she never loses her heart or her life.

♪ 'Cause you're the lord of Seesaw ♪

Julian had come to this place only to serve as a song to comfort the lord of the lonely land, which she had made.

- He looked like he didn't have anyone in the church chapel, when the national army was attacked, etc.

(First, let's calm down)

- The villagers in the chapel of the church are all, "calm".

I find myself in a "heterogeneous" state.

(Now, I'm sure the only one who's not cool is Julian Zaheto)

Turn your head and think quickly and calmly.

Here, even if the voice is absurd, it is judged to be "strange, suspicious".

- How can I tell the calm villagers that what I'm panicking about is "natural"?

Think about it.

(... yes, there must have been a "victim")

Eliphas chose to use a "no-go" technique because someone had sacrificed.

(... Sure, three)

If you looked around the chapel, there was certainly no one in the chapel who had heard of the sacrifice made before the Knights of the Country came.

"These people, and the priest's sister's witch..."

Including Eliphas, giving four names, Julian asked where the people were.

But if he gave four names, the man tilted his neck.

- Excuse me, but which one are you talking about?

The priest is one of you, and with Mr. Julian's people, he left six months ago. "

And I don't remember the names of the other three. "

"... na"

Then I hacked, and if I looked around the chapel again, I wouldn't even see that "parent or child".

"Witch, help us..."

"At least save me and my children's lives"

He blamed his partner for having a child in a bloody wet state with a grudging gaze of "your brother's fault".

(... no, you still kept me down on that one)

Look for the parents and children who told Eliphas to help, just to check again.

If I thought about it, I couldn't help but cry and get stuck "without you".

If the place she had evacuated had not been a place called the "Church", where her brother, the priest, had always preached the "benevolence" contained in the religion that was the national religion, there might even have been a riot.

Unexpectedly think of extra heads.

If there is no such thing as "Julian Zaheto" who is almost fully healed of his injuries, and "a man who doesn't know but can use terrible magic," he did not take refuge in Eliphas.

- What was the attitude of the villagers, even if they were the benefactor's sister to the fear that they might lose their lives?.

The feeling that "that event is over" is on for once, but even more so now if I thought about a situation where "if I couldn't even use the ban" - Julian was frightened.

And while cooling his liver, in that midst, he made sure that the figure of a parent and child blaming his lover was certainly not there.

"... you know, all of a sudden."

Also, the man in the role of compiler of abrupt Julian questions asks me confused.

But even if I gave the name of that parent and child, including the man who was sacrificed - I don't know. I only get a reply saying "I don't remember".

'... that, Mr. Julian. You may be rude, but didn't you fall asleep?.

Before the prayer began, you know, it seemed like he was asleep at the root of a tree... '

Just a little while, saying so spicy, a man in the role of compiler saw behind the church door where Julian came in.

The "outside" of the church, in a blue sky with very good weather, saw the trees that Julian had sat down until earlier.

'Wasn't Julian "alone" off at the roots of those trees when he had time?

Especially since Mr. Gloriosa, Mr. Anglecomb, and Mr. Trenia went first with the priest- '

But you can also lose the Eliphas that your Lord loved from this world.

The word "shadow", which I named the Chancellor of Hell, sounds like a victory in my head.

"... oh, well, maybe.

I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to be left, so I was wondering if you had some weird dreams. "

"No, Eliphas sacrificed herself for you."

Julian Zaheto, gentle with a mental disorder that turns his mind on his head, "No use saying anything here and now!!" suppresses him diligently with a sad voice.

The atmosphere in the chapel is filled with "relief" if you let a "disturbing grin" come to mind that is very difficult to do now while suppressing it.

- Oh, the traveler just fell asleep.

- "Nothing", good.

No, I'm not.

Villagers' impulse to destroy "peace on sacrifice" is diligent.

Someone sacrificed to protect you.

I want you to pull the gun trigger on my chest screaming and let me teach you, through the fear of death, that someone protected the person you wanted to protect, using a weapon called a "gun" -

[People who handle guns have to be kinder people than anyone else. Julian, you'll be fine]

The voice of a wise man, who trusts himself, rises to the head of a calm Julian.

It worked harder to contain, to stop more than a calm self, it was a voice.

If you feel a little calmed down, your first voice with your loved ones "returns" to Julian.

- Gun brother, you're a very sweet man, aren't you?

The words I was told the first time I started to be aware of Eliphas stop me.

I don't "remember" the names of one person or four people who died to help the village.

Not like when I was hit by a wolf howl, paralyzed - pity filled Julian's body.

From the bottom of my heart, I can almost tremble with pity and fear that my loved ones have truly "disappeared" from this world.

I'm sorry. Then I'll just go on napping alone. "

That's all I finally said, I left church.

- The door closed tightly.

Find the Untainted Old Picture Book between the church and your "sleeping tree".

Unexpectedly, there were silver, blood-coated bullets that would not fasten the prototype if they lifted the picture book.

Tremble your fingers, stretching.

Had a slight fever.

It feels just like a person's skin.

Eliphas.

I don't care why it exists.

"Eliphas!!!

I don't mind if they think it's weird.

- Really, you're disturbed. -

"Wow!!!

Even if no one remembered, you were in my world.

Then I cried like an idiot.

Since I was born, I think I've been crying more than people because I know I have a lot of sadness and regret and I have feelings, but it wasn't that kind of ratio.

Whimpering leaks, but I can't stop crying any more than that.

While mourning her lover's death, she continued to cry with surprise that there was something in her body that would be turned into tears from now on.

Fortunately, the church door never opened while Julian drooled his nose and cried with a reshaped silver bullet in his chest.

Eventually the prayer is over or by the time the villagers leave the church, Julian, who shed as much tears as he could, moves toward the village creek with a deformed silver bullet and an "old picture book not dirty at all".

The bullet was given to me by Trenia, a red scarf woven with a pattern of pomegranate on it's chest, and "an old picture book that's not dirty at all" - I can't tell Julian how to handle it.

It seems to be something passed down from generation to generation to the priest's house, but I couldn't feel it from my lover, who also died of the atmosphere I cherished that much.

If something important happened, I also feel like that certain priest might be saying something before he travels.

(Or did the priest not tell me anything because he thought this picture book would never be used?)

- Whatever it is, I have to tell the priest about the death of my family.

Let's just wash our faces.

I set aside the "old picture book not dirty at all" and proceeded with a zabble to the middle of the creek, even if my shoes and clothes could get wet.

I cry too much and my eyes hurt so tightly.

Bashabasha, and lift up the water with his hands, and shower the water in his face with a groan.

It also hurts in the back of my ear.

- Here, the water is clean, but I don't catch a lot of fish.

- Maybe the water is too clear for them to see through pseudo-bait or something.

"... memories don't hold me back from this, Eliphas."

Most importantly, it broke my heart.

If I can, I want to go to "her" side immediately.

The art of going to her is right on her side.

- "Brother" is worthy of reliance. It feels like "brother" is kind and beautiful as an ornament, but when you need it, it seems like it will definitely protect you.

That way, if she used her own weapon to compliment me, I can go to the side immediately.

The gun weighed as usual and was inside Julian's holster.

"Ha, I just had to tell Mr. Barrota about Eliphas, I just thought."

I don't care if Bashan and his clothes get wet. Sit in the shallow water.

"... now that I'm dead here, I can't tell you that I've done all I can.

I wonder if this will disappoint them if I die...

Or is it just going to be a wasted burden? "

There are memories of my best friends in Julian, who support the feeling of losing a loved one, even as he comes to the death of someone who has just been able to be a lover.

And they remembered that if Julian fully healed his arm wound, he would believe he would come back and wait.

If you remember, "you don't want to betray someone you believe in," you're overflowing, and nobody's there, but you laugh at the distraction - all those tears that shed, they start flowing again.

Tomorrow, but let's get out of here.

Resolved in his mouth, he looked up at the sky.

The body cools under the stream of the river, but the tears flowing from the eyes are strangely hot, and those drops that accidentally enter the mouth feel terribly salty.

Again, wash your face bashfully with water.

Containing a rough mind, I pull Julian Zaheto around the "caring" head out of my memory, and think about the form.

"... my behavior today means that I will be left behind, so I can make the impression that I am in a hurry"

I still thought the behavioral suspicion I took to the chapel was, in a way, a good "performance".

I'm going to fill my head hard with what I'm going to do.

If you remember when you killed Eliphas for the rest of your life until you died anyway, I know it's inevitable that your heart will be depressed.

And out of that depression of heart, Julian is not going to run either.

Though your redemption may never end in life, it also feeds your desire to "redeem" -

Is it right for the disturbed Julian Zahetto?

That's all I said, I didn't mind getting wet, I flipped Bashan over to the place.

Eliphas, do what you have to do, and then I'll come beside you.

Imagine her "on her own" nodding quietly and gently, though with no reply.

That's how I do it for a while, when my body is completely cold, I go up from the river and start an incendiary fire, just take off my jacket, squeeze it, scratch it to the branches and dry it.

I was shaking lightly in the cold.

"I don't have to think about anything extra cold."

That's what I said while I was strong, and when I lowered my gaze, I noticed again the "old picture book not dirty at all" that had left me alone.

"I think you've seen it before, but you couldn't read it.

Well, are you sure it's not a "normal substitute"?

Hold him in the chest of his lover, who shot him out of the back, without piercing a silver bullet, pressing him.

Even though Julian saw Eliphas bleeding with his naked eye, the picture book had no trace of it at all.

Bend your long back, reach out, and take the picture book.

Until now, the fitting has been splendid, but I remember the contents appearing to be only on a page full of stains.

"For now, it's going to be" shape-shifting ", so we have to deliver it to the priest's temple..."

I rolled up the picture book page.

When she had just come to this village, the first thing Trenia did was break it right off, totally attracted to the child-loving of her predecessors and the goodness of taking care of Eliphas, and she got along.

Angletham, the belly black staff member, manipulated spirituality as he wished, and wanted the priest, also a master of martial arts, to be one of them, and for that reason it seemed to Julian that there was such a prospect of taking in his sister Eliphas.

However, it was also an extra spin, since Father Barrota had even been drawn in charisma the moment he met a man named Gloriosa.

However, it took a while to persuade me to stay in this village for a bit because it was also a "deciding army" that was about to become a small "army".

Anglecomb withheld contact details because he would contact the people who wanted to join the army again here.

Apparently, I'll get back to you from this village.

And while it is called "consultation," it is also Anglecam, who has a belly build-up that "instigates the entry of the deciding army" the priest who cares about the end of the leaning country.

One day, while Eliphas was searching the bookshelves for books to read to the children, Angletham was the first of his peers to notice the existence of the books.

Originally, with more magic than people, he immediately realized that his magic was being sucked if he stopped by the bookshelf.

There was no army adjustment on this day, and the priest seems to have some wild work to do, and since he is also a former farmer, Anglecomb tried to help with that, then he asked me to help Eliphas.

Too young to be a worker yet, then it was the role of the Church in this village to take care of the children who wanted them to remember enough scholarship to be able to read and write.

Teach the difficult languages and calculations as long as the priest understands them, and Eliphas is in charge of the little ones.

Four of the decision-makers told the village that when it was decided that it would be troublesome, the men would share a priest, and Trenia Eliphas would share a role in trying to help.

Just too neat looking belly-black staff naturally became popular with village girls, and the priest seemed to have guessed it.

If Gloriosa, the fool, and Julian, the driver, can help us, we'll have enough people to work in the wild.

Therefore, I asked for help from the woman's side this day, so I was supposed to help her read the picture book.

"I intend to make it easier for the villagers' hearts and minds to draw the priest into their company.

If this face helps, use it effectively. '

And, clearly, Julian and Gloriosa, who knew his original tender temperament, were stared at with green beautiful eyes if they nibbled in wild clothes.

Later, I remember Trenia giving me a fist bone and a sermon.

There was a history of this, and within the beginning of the picture book, the young men of the determinants met and were there.

Angletham, feeling bewildered by magic sucking, asks the priest, who of course has finished his wild work, about the picture book.

At that time, all four of them, Gloriosa, Anglecam, Trenia and Julian, were briefed by Father Barrota and Eliphas on the “ superficial ”.

- It's something I've had at home for a long time.

- I don't even know if it's worth it.

- No one "could read".

'It's just something that's been around for a long time, so I'm not even in the way, so I'm keeping it that way.

It's a whim to breathe magic, but it has never caused much damage.

The General Staff has more magic than people, so it may have been easier to suck.

It is true that it is a long time old thing, and apparently it is something that is passed on to our home, so it is also bad to treat it.

Above all, it may be that I am an old-fashioned person.

However, I apologize to the Lord of Staff, so let's keep the picture books in the back '

With a bitter laugh on his face, which was too successful for a priest, the priest had explained that to the face of the determined army, which had not yet been broken.

Eliphas still remembers looking somewhat lonely then.

The priest can lie, too, Father.

With a mouthful far from the gentle Julian Zaheto, I looked at the “ picture book ” that I had been able to read, and took a bad turn.

Julian realizes that the story in this picture book is inspired by the “ Lord ’ s Song ”, which was being read and started and sung by a church witch.

- Perhaps Eliphas can read an "old picture book that's not dirty at all".

Are you the only one who understands this picture book?

Just a little distracted and go on reading the picture book.

"... I guess I miss the world I can only see."

To the best of her ability, the sweet girl scrolls through the pages of the picture book feeling that she was lonely without feeling superiority or anything, but it was conveyed to Julian.

After you accepted my confession, I wish you'd just told me.

Continue reading the picture book with just a little loneliness.

"But Eliphas also knew that you shouldn't take the contents of this picture book seriously."

A life west of some world.

From a high place, a king who chose to crash for something important - rather than from the nuances of the story, there was a strong atmosphere such as “ lord of the land ” rather than a king.

The king - the lord, for a long time, was also lonely, but it depicts a story that seemed like he didn't have to feel lonely because he was able to be important and it was pouring brilliance out of the western sky.

The lord was an old man and wore a fine decoration - a picture book, but with a man's face inside.

"... maybe Eliphas fell in love when she was a little girl to this lonely, pathetic, tall king."

I was often told I was sweet, too, but Julian thought Eliphas was sweeter than that.

I am convinced that a young Eliphas must have fallen in love with a lonely king in a story that only he can understand.

"Well, loneliness makes a man look good..."

If that's what Eliphas, the living one, told you to do, to be beside him.

'It was when I was a little kid. It was a long time ago, but please don't do it.'

Such a fantasy of words returning.

"... fantasy or delusion, but I want you to stay on my side."

And if you rolled the next page, you accidentally take a breath.

The figure of Eliphas in the dress - the only illustration I could see was painted.

…… How could Eliphas?

The paintings of the characters in the picture books just seem to Julian to be modeled after Eliphas.

Hurry up and read the text of the picture book.

- The king of heights has decided to daughter-in-law the woman offered as a precious.

- The woman was saddened to be renamed of her own accord with the "Elinus" Vengeance Goddess, "Eumenis" Pathetic Goddess, after being behaved.

[My "wife", have you become a representative of the sacrifice of the cause of men?]

"... is that bastard saying this?

I don't know for sure, but it also seemed like a "connection" that I could tie enough together.

If anyone could see this illustration, I'm sure everyone would say that this painting was modeled after her.

"But then - other than Eliphas, I couldn't see it.

What the hell are the conditions under which I can see a picture book like this right now?

Just go ahead and read it up to the "last ″.

Perhaps the thoughts that have read through the content most deserve the word "pathetic".

However, it was also a picture book that conveyed strong thoughts.

"In the meantime, as this picture book is delivered to the priest's temple...

I wonder how far we should tell Father Barrota. "

The fact that Eliphas is dead is really big for Julian, and it's not something he can get back on his feet for the rest of his life.

I'm sure that's very much the same thing for Barrota, and I know it's something that's going to drag on for the rest of your life for the people who built the deciding army together.

But - what I kept through this picture book was that something serious was happening again in a different way, and I was convinced that my calm self would call attention to something about the picture book.

I'm sure that what's about to happen to this picture book is that my best friends are willing to risk their lives for something that is "separate."

However, there is also a strange heartbreak that happens in the course of some time.

"Let people lose their magic, their memories, whatever they're prepared to do."

For those who don't have an "edge" on something called magic and magic, the picture book is silent, just saying there's no room to get in.

A deformed bullet was removed from a red scarf with a grenade pattern, which was accidentally stuck in his chest.

"... how did I get so upset about taking this bullet from Eliphas' body?

- Heh, you didn't think it was coming in a row. So, you don't even know what I'm doing, do you?

- Sweet, Julian couldn't bear the fact that there was a bullet in her lover's body, even though she was asked to.

If I looked at it myself, I'd feel a little distant from what the usual "Julian Zaheto" would do.

"If I were you..."

Even if your life is dead and your pain is painful, you won't hurt your lover's body again.

[... after you "killed" me, never stand beside me until the picture book and my body leave]

"To keep my promise to her, to drop a picture book, I know I shot...

Though I couldn't hold him. "

He took it off when he mocked himself and asked himself, drying his clothes, staring at two cloves of his own weapon that fit in a scratchy holster on a tree branch.

- "Brother" is worthy of reliance. It feels like "brother" is kind and beautiful as an ornament, but when you need it, it seems like it will definitely protect you.

"... praise you, my brothers, for making me do something extra because you fell in love with Eliphas."

If that's what you said, wrap the picture book in your hand in pieces.

And Julian's hand picks a page on one side.

"Father, I'm sorry. This is the only page I can remember to redeem."

From the refreshing blue sky, an "old picture book not dirty at all," the page depicted "Eliphas" was torn with sounds that could be heard unhesitatingly and lightly.

A picture book that sucked memories, magic, and held existence for so long that people's memories were not connected could not use magic, but was lightly shredded from a human boy who knew the true meaning of kindness and caring.

Just for a little while, I look at the page of the torn picture book on my side, sorry.

Even Julian, who intends to have a lot of taste, feels very well suited to her lover in that dress.

"... if you'd been by my side," in this world, "I'd really wear a dress like this."

A woman wrapped around her dress and smiled gently reaching for a page, Julian clutching to her chest.

"... Eliphas..."

Today, thousands more, maybe tens of thousands more, but tears tell the cheeks again.

I wanted to hold you, even if it was a wreck, just once more.

"… is it the same way that people all over the village forgot all about the people who lost their lives, Lord Sage?

Julian unwittingly speaks up while suppressing the "Eliphas page," which is now also sandwiched between his "brother's gun" and his holster.

It was almost twenty years ago, but Julian's emotions shook brightly just because I remembered.

"Julian, you have a loud voice.

Besides, our busty Netsurk is rarely surprised by the seriousness of adults, so will you keep it down?

Then he explains fluently to the people under the castle who pay attention for speaking out loud, "There was just a slight difference," he said.

Julian, too, is sorry if I caught your attention here in case "best friends" get their information.

If he continued to say, "I disturbed you," as he rides the wise man's explanation, the people he noted began to move on again, as if nothing had happened.

"... you didn't tell me the details of your escape."

A wise man followed, his eyes cold and sharp.

Before traveling through the hidden village to retrieve the stolen guns, the wise man reunited Julian, who had become alone to redeem "the sins he had committed".

At that time, he did not speak to me in detail, but enough to a wise man to perceive that he had a great sense of sin towards those he loved.

The wise man himself had seen a few "best friends who had changed by putting his beloved in his hands" - he couldn't stand it and had fled to the countryside where this "forgotten vision of his best friends" was.

However, he had escaped but had not forgotten his role as a wise man in "this world at this time".

"Don't pinch your personal feelings, Julian, if you want to calmly continue your reflections and derive a way that Lord Robrow erased the memory of the" activity of peace ".

I told you I was using tools.

Forget what we talked about before. If you want to have a personal relationship, we're done. "

- The wise man can sum up some reflection on his godson and the phenomenon of sucking his memory.

And now I even thought about how far I should be involved in the event, praising my goddaughter.

'Cause I still have a role to play in cleaning up my own mess.

If you want to continue your emotional theory, be alone. '

Julian slightly distorted his expression if he was told to be picky to wear a bully.

Then slowly close your eyes firmly and open your mouth.

I'm sorry.

More attentive than words of apology, he paid attention to how Julian's voice was, and if he found himself calm, now he exhaled a soothing exhale.

It also pulls sharpness and coolness from the wrinkled face.

'... Julian, on a different scale, it's natural.

"Tools are available," but the "price" is too different. "

Julian nodded honestly like a child to the word "price".

To the nodding disciple, the wise man lifts the edge of his mouth only slightly, knowing that he has calmed down and also returned to his usual "spin around" condition.

'Oh, yeah, I remember one thing, I wanted to ask.

I don't know how many sacrifices you saw in that phenomenon you glimpsed, but was it the "three" who disappeared, except for Julian's loved ones, in the village they took care of?.

From what I hear about you, I don't think that account fits... '

I remember what Julian was talking about, and the erasure of the memory of existence is that the "three villagers" don't fit in somewhat, except for the loved ones - a small number reminds me of wise men.

"Oh then... Where do I explain it from, I guess?

In the meantime, when it comes to people who disappeared from the village, there are five of them, except Eliphas.

The wise man nodded in the atmosphere that he was satisfied with the numbers as he spread one hand of Julian.

Apparently, so much so that it matches the "vanished villager" the sage was accounting for from what Julian told me.

If you see that, Julian continues the conversation with "five fingers" in his palm and spread it out.

The first three, as we talked about before.

I didn't think it was something I should put out in my mouth, so I bent three fingers of my palm from my thumb at once, which I was spreading with less words.

And with two left - I moved the drug finger and pinky finger to show the sage.

"The other two are just not supposed to be in the hands of the Knights who attacked the village.

And I can only say that there was no definite information or trace of his death, and that his figure and memory still disappeared from that village. "

Julian did see him enter the church after the "Chancellor of Hell" wiped out all the Knights soldiers.

There's no way I can kill two parents and children inside the church by the knights that have been wiped out.

All we know is that these two were the first of the three victims, a wife and a child, a parent and a child.

That said, I never tried to bend the two remaining fingers.

"…" Gun brothers "think that their parents and children are" definitely not dead by then. "

If Netuark, sitting back, suddenly said so to hang out, Julian nodded bitterly and admitted.

"... oh, at least I can" believe "that" to be killed "shouldn't be after the ritual Eliphas performed... weird"

[... Rest assured, no one in the village has disappeared from this world - I would never have encountered such misfortune]

Strictly, that shadow was so declaring toward Julian.

I'm sure I'm not on your side, but I can trust you for some reason that there is a "no lies."

Just to be clear, the decision as to whether he was alive or dead was not a circumstance or state to be put on.

The "two parents and children" had been erased from the village, perfectly reflecting and remembering the sacrificed fathers.