Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Gimme Eliphas, sister of Father Barrota, new to the Determined Army!! That way I will only save your life!!"

- Cutting off those words, the Knights who stormed the village said they took two lives first, not just to show them off.

Guiding evacuation in the church, Julian and Eliphas told me that "villagers with memories of the scene of the attack" at that time were in a state of excitement.

The last one, in order to protect his wife - a priest who pushed me to join the founding army - was then evacuated by a villager who still spoke to me in the church.

And the wife of the man who had evacuated me, blamed me.

Then Eliphas activated the "Prohibition" and Julian consolidated his willingness to rendezvous once and for all with his best friend - to deliver the family's vision to the priest.

While leaving the village, it disappeared from the memory of the villagers - even trying to trace the traces of the three people who should have been sacrificed.

What bothered me most was that Eliphas' determination to "ban" also led to a family - if you think about it, they would be erasing their existence from the village for every "family".

"... if the whole family had disappeared, no noisy family?

He was positive about bringing the priest into the founding army, so he had little, but also interacted, and heard "not originally from the land here".

He was also a young couple, with no relatives or blood ties.

- Because we had Father Barrota, and we lived in peace.

- If people all over the country could taste this tranquillity, they would be happy.

I could hear him and his wife respecting Father Barrota wholeheartedly, and I knew very well that he was as fond of the determinants who came from elsewhere as we used to be.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to help me get to the end."

Something I wanted to do thoroughly and decided to look into the house of the "disappeared family".

If you wanted to say hello to the man in charge and tell him to leave, the village area was just a little noisy.

Somehow in the middle of the village, he finds a man in the shape of a conductor, and when Julian speaks, he starts talking in a light and excited manner.

'... oh, Mr. Julian.

Apparently, during the prayer, there were some rough guys all over the village. '

… "Rough", isn't it? Instead of "picking"? "

The man with a fast head spin, when he heard about this commotion, came to think of something.

'Yeah, the house is just lightly vandalized, and so far there's no such thing as "stolen" from any house'

If I had told you that, a villager would have come to report the "damage" to the new man in charge.

The house there was apparently also “ damaged ” by eating.

- As long as it's done, will it?

As I listen, Julian understands that everything he thinks is true.

How many, by the way?

Asking questions to gain certainty, "the number of dishes he used to eat" matched the number of people in his family there, as far as he knew.

But it was these words that were last mentioned by the villagers who would tell the story while reporting the damage.

"Until there was one more person at home, it was messy, but on the table, eating dishes side by side and scattering them.

Besides, even the spare dishes I used a lot were flipped over, the floors were dirty, and it's a good annoyance. '

- If it's good, why don't you look at the clothes tans as well?.

- There might be clothes in the tans for a man you don't know, right?.

Julian felt the urge to ask the villagers who complained about the use of spare utensils.

The house there was one of the three victims out.

When the family heard the name of the person who had been the victim in the church in a noisy memory before the ban was imposed.

Now the dissatisfied villager carved a wrinkle between his eyebrows and a young man, a messy son with wild horse guts, was weeping about being slaughtered and killed by soldiers.

I remember that Julian liked "noise" as much as he could think of.

Julian excused himself from seeing a young man in the role of a moodmaker, a villager and a man who would not remember a parent at all.

♪ All I know is I know ♪

Such a world was hard.

"In that village, Julian, with his memory of truth, must have become more" heterogeneous ""

Once again, the wise man was sending a working gaze to Julian, listening carefully to how his godson had fallen out of the deciding army.

That wasn't due to simple sympathy, it was the eye that conveyed it that really understood the hard feelings I had tasted.

Julian tells the child to reveal to adults the anxiety she was suppressing, even though she had crossed the puzzle a few years ago.

"Honestly, I thought I might be having worse dreams.

♪ I wonder if I'm stranger ♪

I was anxious so many times that I grabbed the deformed silver bullet that was on my chest. "

That being said, now combined with "my brother's gun," he stroked Eliphas' page of the picture book he was secretly putting in his holster with his fingertips "representing a disappeared villager.

It was ironic then that it was supposed to be an abominable bullet that should have taken my lover's life, but that would be the wedge to keeping Julian out of reality.

"If you touched the shape of a warped bullet with your fingertips, you could feel safe saying," Oh, there was life. "

Everyone just doesn't know that Eliphas and the other three were there. "

Until then, I always thought it was a good thing that people would die and no one would be sad.

Until then, Julian even hoped that no one would be saddened by his death.

But in the face of ultimate solitude, being "forgotten," I faced the truth for the first time that I was a sweet loner.

Though I also wanted to live in a disturbing way, I think it's an idea to dress up and look at the "overly normal look" of someone who has forgotten about me.

And I never wanted anything but cowardice to escape the reality that killed my lover's life.

So Julian "resolved" the form of "punishment" that would make it hardest for him, touching a warped silver bullet.

"Does that mean that the furniture we defeated when we were in a rush to escape because we had no memory when we gathered it together was" fallen and the house was vandalized if we returned from worship "?

If I'd heard it from the edge, I'd be like an idiot '

"Netuark, the words are too much."

To the young new disciple with his busy mouth pinched, the wise man put the word of admonition.

But Julian's words, "demented" by a colorful boy, sound painfully in his ear.

With a bitter laugh, he acknowledged Netsurk's words.

"In fact - if you changed your" horizon "and saw it like a netu-arc, you must be right.

I saw all of this. "Horizon" as a party.

I can't help but forget my loved ones in listening to Netsuruk's colored eyes if they looked and seemed like idiots.

That's what you see in your world today. "

If she had opened her mouth to her values with emotion, Julian would probably have thought of Netuark as a "fucking kid."

But this boy said he saw earlier "how forced death can be inflicted".

And in the face of “ Death obsessed with life ”, I suffer with more fear in my heart than I could ever imagine, and I try so hard to get over it.

Julian thinks that in a young, "kind heart," I'm sure, "adults," who have forgotten their loved ones, are unforgivable, no matter what the reason there is, even if it's a story of the past.

If you were on the scene, Netuark might seem inevitable, but that's impossible.

Even if I saw it in some way, it seemed twisted, and the gentle boy with the contents would surely be on the side of those in the position of those who had sacrificed - the victims who had been forgotten.

"Fear of Forgetting Your Beloved" and sadness made Julian laugh bitterly only at the word "abalone" in the colored boy, because men beyond the age of grandeur can also fully understand.

Netuark, on the other hand, thought he could be praised just like his master, but he was unexpectedly bewildered by the gentle words he uttered, sitting back.

If it's a sharp cold word from "seniors", I'm not used to being grabbed by words and thrown back.

I still don't know how to deal with a frozen body when it's spoken like a warm blanket.

So, I'm really going to hear "Reduce Mouth".

"Mr. Julian, aren't you being too nice," too grown up "?

Well, now you're a shitty Osama, but you sure weren't an adult by then, were you?

And even though the villagers "disappeared" with their blood relatives and fellow settlers - even though they used magic tools, "you know something strange is happening," they don't think about it at all. "

with thin lips pointy and pointed,

"If you're an adult, you wonder, if you wonder, think."

If that's what you said, for the kid, put his long fingers on his forehead, which is still pale. Hmm, and Netuark roared at how he said "suffering from understanding" - he was hiding the lights.

Julian, on the other hand, had initially laughed at Netuark's diminution of lightning, but when he added what the colored boy had said and what he had been talking about, he gave a lightly bewildered look and stared at the wise man.

To the wise, I've told quite a few things so far.

However, Netsuerk first met today, and he's not feeling well either.

After many coughs, Julian and Sage's story feels too familiar with "deliberate" even though they should have only heard it in fragments.

Above all, I don't remember talking about it in front of the boy, even before he was an adult.

Even with regard to Eliphas, "lover" does not speak and describe in front of Netuark, but the boy probably somewhat guesses the meaning.

The wise man noticed the confusion of his godson and smiled bitterly, somewhat sorry.

"This may sound like my personal clarification, but I'll admit to Netsurk I'm talking about gun collection.

I just didn't mean to divulge any personal information connected to the trauma of our collaborator Julian Zaheto. "

That's what I said with a serious look inside, but Julian pulled out the confusion this time and looked in trouble.

The wise man continues to grin bitterly, perceiving the meaning of his troubled face.

'Well, but with that said, maybe you can trust me.

I tend to leak private information to an unharmed extent when it comes to those I trust, and my teachers know it very well... '

When I was still in a village in the country, the wise men who once lived in Wang Du to their young godchildren told the story funny and strange with pleasant thoughts with their "best friends".

Some of them were unsuccessful stories to such an extent that they did not harm the honor of those who hit the Sage's "Best Friends".

It's just that it's "Sage Subjectivity," and the heartfelt boy as he listens, "Is that okay?" I remember hearing and feeling it.

He said, "I'm good at picking up information."

Netuark opened his mouth as soon as he could get a help ship out there.

"... good at" picking up information "?

Using an expression that I was not familiar with, Julian stared at the colored boy again.

"Picking up" is the expression my master used to describe me in his analogy. "

Just staring at him, the colorful boy, who sensed what his "brother" was wondering, pulled in the lights that had come out earlier and gave him an explanation.

A wise man using that expression "pick up" takes over the explanation and keeps me going.

"While traveling, the information is confused with the jade stone, but when Netourk picks it up, the" stone "often leads to the" jade ".

Well, I can't measure all my luck either, so I'm using Netuak's power to meet the balls that hide themselves in stone. "

Julian laughed at the wise man who bragged his disciple away.

'Well, I don't know if it's a ball, but the only information I'm interested in picking up is that it's often connected later.

Not everything.

Simply because I'm curious and I pick up too much information, it feels like even a few bad bows and arrows would go in there. '

I guess it's a shade of light again this time, the tone blurted.

And if Julian smiles again, "unfamiliar with the warm atmosphere," Netourc opens his mouth to change the air from himself.

You were wondering how you, the "gun brothers", knew you were a minor when you left the army.

I'll explain, when I heard about the gun retrieval before, I was told how many years ago I had been starting and some collaborators were there.

Counting backwards from the circumstances of the story at that time, I thought that, at the time the cooperation began, if I had heard what my master had said about the collaborators, I would not have reached adulthood by then. '

"As far as it goes, I mean, Netuark picked up all the stories so far, connected all the information he'd ever remembered, and guided him, right?

The attentive, gentle man now showed that he had summed up the story, and if he was too "praised" for any more and the "coloured boy was not in trouble, the boy seemed gradually calm.

(Netuark could be the type of guy who hasn't been around me before)

If I were to bracket only for the word “ witty ”, Anglekham Padrick would immediately come to mind, but I felt like Netsuerk had something more than that.

Of course I'm smart, but I have something to attract.

That's not even what Gloriosa has, another good friend named "Charisma" and king of this country.

(No, rather than having -)

Make the impression that this guy has something.

I just don't know the clear name for that ″ something ″.

(But I guess I'm pretty sure there's "something")

"I picked up" Netuark, because the sage godchildren became heroes of this country and led them to peace.

"All right, then, Netuark.

Did I ever wonder what your master was talking about with this gun brother Julian?

Feeling like trying just a little bit, I'll ask if this boy ever bothered me in any conversations he's had with the wise guy.

If he caressed himself like a shiny self and pressed his index finger, and asked deliberately with his other hand against his waist, Netuark raised the edge of his mouth and laughed niggly.

'It's just great, I've been very concerned about you, too.

How could "gun brother" have purposefully removed a silver bullet that had been left inside Mr. Eliphas' body until he fired a new gun, pushed it out of his body, and removed it?

I didn't mean to make it clear in front of Netuak that I shot Eliphas' body out with a silver bullet.

I also think the fact that you took out the silver bullet put it into words to give you the shapes along with the picture book.

Perhaps the sage tells the story of giving his disciples their shapes.

There was no particular inconvenience in the story of handing over the shapes, whether it was Julian or passed on to Netsuerk.

In the course of the conversation, Eliphas' name and the inevitable murder of her body with a weapon called a gun had certainly come out.

For the purpose of recovering the weapon of a gun, we can use the expression "fired" because we know how the weapon works, as well as the expression that the bullet was distorted.

But in this boy's head, I couldn't figure out how to tie the information I had picked up to the idea of "truth."

"... were you able to deduce all that because you were listening to me and Lord Sage conversation, Netuark?

'Don't return questions with questions.

Besides, didn't Julian ask you if you ever cared?

Where Netsurk laughed unfaithfully and unfaithfully as a child and said - a wise man, punched his bread in the palm and the sound sounded like a wave.

It used to be similar to a wave of sounds made by the Prime Minister of Hell, who came out of the banning technique after killing Eliphas.

It's just that Julian gets the impression that she's just hanging around herself in a good way.

That was the same with Netuark, who was nibbling, making him pull into a smile that made him feel somewhere "demonic".

Altogether, it also gives me an awkward look, and this also shows Julian thinking that the boy is "bad, too well".

Before such a netu-arc, the wise man kneels without sound and relentlessly eats his fist bones at the pale head.

The cleft bones of the sage were unchanged from the old days and looked scholarly and hyorous, but seemed to have an instantaneous weight, rolled out of the useless muscles on the sturdy skeleton.

As far as Netuark, which has a colored head, he's still not diminishing in power.

Julian, who was also an experienced taster of fist bones that were quiet in sound and motion but had the power to shake his head, sympathized greatly.

"Netsuerk, that's it for once. Oh, man, if the amount of curiosity outweighed your illness, how's it going already?

And you know it yourself - if you asked that question, you knew Julian would be in trouble and could touch your heart wound, and you did?

"... excuse me"

'A little more, keep your curiosity down. In your case, it could lead to death. "

So he stood up, looked at Julian, told him he was "sorry" with his gaze, and then the wise man went on to open his mouth.

"You didn't know what Julian thought about the person he had to shoot with a silver bullet when he picked up the information, did you?

'Silver colors are family colors, and I know that a gun brother with such a bullet cared more about his opponent.

However, I was curious to know if Julian had recovered the "silver bullet" until he struck the body of his loved one again.

Um... if you turn it into a bullet, it's a bit of material, but it's silver, so if you add heat, you can also process it into an ornament - like a ring, for example. '

Even though he has just been praised earlier, Netuark begins to put his thoughts into his mouth again.

Once again, the wise man looked sorry, but Julian laughed small.

Sure, it's an old wound story, but this boy's words are still "quick" and interesting to Julian.

'So I figured I was going to reshape some silver and actually give it away.

So, if you were going to give it to someone you wanted to give it to, you know, if something pathetic happened, you could just keep it. "

Netuark answered, galloping his colored hair, smooth and so.

The colored eyes look up to Julian in search of the "truth".

"I wondered myself why I took it out in a way that was close to forceful.

If you're a "good picker" Netourk, you'll be more concerned about connecting information to each other.

But all this is just "whimsical" from my mouth. "

To the answer of whimsy, I guess there was a part of Julian's answer that didn't convince him that his colored eyes made the glow lighter and sharper.

But Julian herself thinks so, so she can't help it, because she knows.

Then the other one and the boy eat down on seniors.

"As long as you pick up the story and let me hear it... those who have sacrificed are not even remembered, then of course there are no remains."

Julian nodded silently to Netsurk's question.

- There's no one but Julian who saw the facts, such as who became "unhappy" in that village.

Seeing him snort, the boy began to contemplate as he said "... what phenomenon did he wipe out to" existence "..." bump.

If you started thinking about it, the fact that you didn't care about your surroundings looked a lot like the wise man who was frightened of his disciples next to Julian.

'I just cautioned you...

Well, if you want me to carry on the trail, do you mean you have to be so exploratory? '

I was only a little surprised by the sage's phrase "let him inherit the trace," but Julian did not think deeply that if he were to take it as a "disciple," he would have it as well.

And turn again to the boy who contemplates his gaze.

- I did wonder myself then.

So, "buddies," it seemed like the gun was instigating something.

- What, praise me and tell me that you brothers fell in love with Eliphas, so you made me do something extra.

I remember putting those words in my mouth toward my weapon.

I have two guns in my possession, but I rarely used these guns in the same situation.

Mostly "brother's gun" is enough, and I often use my brother's gun, which is also small only to get behind the opponent fighting.

(At that time, as much as I thought - it was the best I could think about)

If you stroked your brother's gun, which fits in a holster on your chest, one page of the picture book you're with makes a small, clammy noise.

At that time, I broke only one page where "she" was depicted, and this is how I've been on my chest for decades, but the paper was on Julian's chest "as old" without pain.

And, as always, the painted Eliphas was only visible to him.

'... oh, I don't know what tools Robrow's sage used to suck his memory off'

To put it in a way that sounded quite deliberate, Julian immediately laughed bitterly after a hack.

"Lord Sage, have you noticed who you are from within quite a while about the tools that may suck your memory?

If Julian made a surprising voice, the wise man scratched the neck of the mourning collar with his fingers in regret.

'You said you noticed, you said you guessed...

Julian told me this time that I had a good idea that I could convince myself, which is close to the right answer in me.

What do you think?

The disciple was made to feel nostalgic when he did not see the "tool in kind" so the cautious way of saying that he would not let out only "his own realm of thought" was the same.

'Yeah, that's right.

After Julian handed over the shapes, well, almost a decade later, Robrow's young sage entered the deciding army, and there was a delay in deciding on the tools.

The most prominent of these is to flatten the country, Julian said, after Anglecomb's wedding.

The only thing missing from the key parties is the memories of his activity.

And ever since, he can't see verses using something like "magic" about memory. "

Are you saying that you can no longer use it without tools?

No, it's not that I can't anymore. "

Considering that the expression "unable to do" does not apply, Julian naturally thinks so and looks for another word, and the wise man takes over the words as if he had exaggerated himself.

"It would be reasonable to say that the only wise man who could use it was in a situation where he had to let go of his tools.

But if you think about it carefully, according to the information left in Julian, beyond the relationship of the four hero helpers of peace, the sage Pean Vinegar and the heroes were at a time when they were considered best friends, right?

If the sage saw Chirali and Julian as he confirmed again, Julian nodded with certainty, remembering between Pean Vinegar and his best friend, who had heard him with a slight obstinacy.

Leaving the word "hum" small in that answer, the sage continues the word as he raises his arm only with his right hand up and his chin with his index finger for the trick.

'Well, it wouldn't be strange to give it to a wise man as such a good friend and as a “ gift ” when he breaks up, but he hasn't.

Besides, the only magical tool that can be used is the wise man.

If there is a compelling reason to keep the tools that only a wise man can use away from a wise man and keep them at the disposal of the four heroes of peace '

Because that tool is very important to someone in the four heroes of peace.

- “ Shapely ” that the only flesh parent was holding him right before he died.

It serves best as an "item of thought" rather than a "magic tool".

"A picture book that's long passed down to the church, just" exists, "that's a magical tool to create a phenomenon that sucks memories.

And Julian.

Just like I said to you, “ You had that tool once in your hand, ” and now you have some of it, too.

- I had been spotted having a page of picture books.

But this wise man is less surprised than he thought because he knows that if he even gave him information, he would be able to structure and structure what happened without being in the field.

Perhaps I had already noticed since Julian broke up with his buddies in the Final Army and reunited with the Wise Men with a page of picture books.

However, by that time, to be honest, Julian was at his best to have a sense of sin in his heart, and together, the heart wound that killed his lover was tantamount to a burst.

In this way we can turn sin and wound into conversation, because after a long time, even though there are sacrifices, the result is that "peace in the country" has been made with our best friends, which is our great wish.

For Julian, each of her best friends was also "happy" - although Trenia may have been too early in life, her dream of being a mother and hugging her baby had been fulfilled - and so on.

For him, at a time when he could meet the "doubts" he had had for many years directly from the front, the wise man had decided that it was gradually beginning to tell him his information.

I don't deny the life I spend on "redemption," but I figured I could face the fact that I could only face Julian Zaheto and get some meaning.

"It would be a forbidden door, but it would be an ancient tool of witchcraft, but the definition of the existence of that tool depends on the location of the person who has it"

I will imitate the disciple and say that he was just a little disturbed and a wise man.

Kinjutsu door, is it?

Because Julian is accustomed to disturbing things, or does not respond to rhetoric in particular, he returns the word "forbidden" after more than forty years of living.

The boy, a contemplative apprentice, raised his eyebrows, as did his face.

Even if Netsuruk was interested, Sage wouldn't talk to his apprentice, "It's early for you."

'Prohibited technique, abbreviated as it is.

Yesterday, I wonder if it has been a long time since I've spoken like this.

Well, some of the materials I read labeled it "box lid" instead of "door" when it comes to tools...

Personally, "doors" might be a better way to describe that picture book.

It's like, "There's a big one out there."

(Sure, that was a "willed" existence, not an object...)

Julian nodded at the glance of confirmation, which was noted from the eyes full of wrinkles.

'Sounds like you're having a tight representation of the door.

When it comes to boxes, I think it's a word you use to put away something that doesn't have character. '

"Master, if there are doors and boxes, do you mean there are different kinds of bans?!

In an intolerable way, Netsuruk's mouth was pinched and his colored eyes sparkled again for exploration, and his mouth opened.

The wise man, who grasped that his apprentice's curiosity had restored him to what had totally sucked, breathed small.

'... it's too early for you to get involved, Netsuerk.

At least, if you don't even know the plight of your "loved ones," it's even dangerous to know.

Well, you seem to have recovered from the shock of execution...

Julian, "lend me that." '

Strange, I found out what the wise man was saying “ lend me something ”.

Julian is silent and takes a page of the picture book she was painted from her chest holster.

And I can see that this wise man can handle the tools that, as a matter of course, have become the doors of this prohibition.

The boy, who was good at picking up information, also looked round his eyes at the pieces of paper Julian was holding in his hands in a wind that perceived the identity of the existence of what Julian had taken out.

Then, the boy immediately distorted his expression.

"That, the magic of me and my master is sucking..."

If that's what Netuark said, Julian saw the wise man with a worried face.

As always, I thought I had no connection to things like magic or magic, and I found out that one page of this picture book was about witchcraft, even if existence was established.

"Heh heh, it's the thought that depresses me that my life doesn't have magic on it, Julian.

Why don't you just think about being inside yourself and "sucking magic out forbidden picture books were grown up"?

- Come on, let's borrow it. "

After saying no, the wise man picked a page with "her" drawn from Julian's hand at his fingertips.

"Master, are you okay?!

If Netuak asked as he stood up unexpectedly,

"It's not okay. Let me use your magic and your memory to deal with this."

"To?"

"Ah."

Heh, and the moment Netuark said it, the wise man stretched his finger across the page, and, ah, that was touching his forehead when Julian said it.

"Hmm, so the Spirit of Darkness is the basis, and you get magic and memory in exchange."

In the moment when the wise man said it was dyed, Netuark's body was on the ground again with both knees wrapped in weakness and mourning.

Julian rushes to stop it.

"Lord Sage, what did you do to Netuak?!

'What does it look like you've done?.

What, Netuark himself shouldn't be making any difference to his physical condition, so don't worry, I'll let him sleep there again '

Returning to the question with a question, the wise man was finally giving instructions, folding intriguingly, opening a page of picture books.

"Lord Sage..."

Julian couldn't say anything while holding a neat nettour.

Now the wise man is curious and moved by the "Prohibition Tool" to "think" of the knowledge he possesses with great momentum.

And I know that the man who turns his mind shouldn't interfere with this sage's thinking.

Once upon a time when I was in a village in the country, only two people, Julian, who cared about me, and Angletham, admired my teacher, had told me about the "fringe" that was attached to me.

- I often get "out of the way" when my thoughts are going to come together or when I'm going to come up with something good.

- That's what I used to think was a coincidence, but apparently those edges.

- As a wise man, until I was admitted, it was every time research was about to come together that I was often interrupted in my thoughts because of requests from people who had difficulty turning down.

- You were really amazingly full of "out of the way," you were stunned yourself.

- When I was younger, I tried to be hated by people who would stand in the way of research because of it.

- Sometimes I wondered if fate was going to make me give up thinking.

- But I couldn't stop thinking.

- Every time I got in the way, something I managed to study was carved into my head so that "what I want to be able to accomplish" was uninterrupted.

That's how he said the person in front of him became a "wise man".

- I thought they were "in the way" of being tried, in a way.

The reason you told me about this in advance was to ask Julian and Anglecomb to stay away from it if the villagers came to ask for it when they were immersed in research.

Angletham and Julian looked at each other wondering if the older ones in the more prestigious villages would be better.

However, in the wise man's view, "coming out of the way" meant that perhaps even the elderly would be crowned with "good people".

- That's why you ask Julian and Angletham, who have no fence in this village.

- Because if it's Gloriosa, it makes the stare work too much, and if it's Trenia, you read your mind, so some villagers don't look good to her.

With that said, the wise man used these two among his disciples when he entered the study.

And as the wise man predicted, when he called Julian or Angletham to the "gatekeeper" to get into flashing research, there were really many people who would ask the wise man.

This is also as predicted, with a lot of old people - and while it doesn't matter, it's hard to say no personally - the two apprentices were face-to-face again.

- In a way, my cause is a one-pattern, so it's easy to show.

In order to enter the study, the wise hand over two favourites, thanking the disciples who had been "disturbing" me on the first day.

The disciple did not hesitate, watching as he was eating as he received it in front of him, and the wise man spoke of a time when he seemed to be "disturbed" in a sense of nostalgia.

- Whether it's good or not, it's a pleasure to be relied upon.

- But on the other hand, I also think, "You don't have to be me to do that."

- I always neglected what I really wanted to do, even though I knew I really needed to get into research, when I was holding him in captivity and dealing with him because I had an in-laws to take care of him.

- No, I was about to be captured by the bondage of "not lonely distress".

- Sometimes you need solitude to be able to make your own "dreams".

And even now, the sage was about to go in so that he could attract "one pattern in the way" like he once said.

Normally, it would be an attempt to speak to Julian with a child, but the people under the castle, who became more of a buyout at dusk, try to speak to the wise.

Whenever he tried to speak to a wise man, with Netuark in his arms, Julian was stopping those who tried to "speak to a wise man" with appropriate sayings in their mouths.

That's as if to be attracted, if Julian did it so that you don't have to talk to one wise man, then the next person will be here soon.

(Maybe now Netsuerk was keeping his master's time for thought)

If you're a little smart (bruised) kid, when I laughed bitterly that I was going to do it before breakfast, I heard a pussy and a finger playing.

'Uhm, this would be it!.

What, Julian, did you keep Netuark in your arms?

Apparently, the wise man who was obsessed with thinking also noticed now that Julian remained in possession of Netsuerk.

And as an old man, excited as a boy attracted to interesting things, the wise man keeps talking.

'It was really, really interesting and interesting.

Julian, I wanted to see you again and thank you for helping me find some kind of gun...

Apparently, I had a "encounter" that made me want to thank you more.

I can't believe I could meet like this while I'm alive.

I have to thank Netuk.

In "My Magic" and "Memory," maybe this forbidden door wouldn't have dealt with me.

In a "person" named me, it didn't even come true to touch contraindications. "

"Oh, really..."

Excitement continues, and the way it is said feels slightly pushed by the sage who remains in a youthful tone, Julian is speechless.

If I had been honest, I would have also intended to "say a word" to my master, who had not hesitated to use his young disciple on the boulder, but I was so excited - "shaken and" - that I finally said that while holding my disciple.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm trying to" gain "from Netuark properly, too"

And while exalted, to a brother who cares about his disciples, if the wise spoke, the excitement seems to have been separated.

He gently stroked the head of the last disciple with fluffy, colorful hair, held by Julian, with wrinkly hands that made him gaze at his real age.

"Thanks to you, I saw a world I couldn't possibly have seen in my life."

- Julian wanted to hear about the encounter between him and the wise man, while Netsuerk was unconscious, if possible.

But I am offered to receive him from a wise man, as if he were ahead of me.

Sage told me to give it to him in the form of a “ pampering ”, bearing Netuark.

And the sage and the boy will have the same posture as they did when they first met the mercenary "gun brother".

The wise man looked back and smiled calmly as he saw the face of his disciple with his lid closed beside him.

'I think it's time to make your glasses.

Even the sharp eye area makes it even sharper '

The eyes, they looked bad.

If that's what you said, Julian stroked his head, too.

I thought I was losing my mind, but apparently it's close to being asleep, snoring pretty good on the back of Gwww and Sage.

- Maybe this kid doesn't even know the same "real parent" face as himself, he's such a child.

I couldn't listen, but it seemed natural.

'It's probably my influence that made my eyes worse, because I've allowed myself to read books in the middle of the night.

... overlapping my old self. '

Come on, and hold Netuark again.

'To what I want to do, I am grateful for the loneliness that allows me to type in time.

However, when you meet someone you care about this way, the feeling of sharing the time you spend together is fun.

Beyond “ Thank You ”, it makes me happy, and it ’ s hard to make self-restraint work ”

Then he glared at his tall former godson, even though he said the sun had set much in the evening.

"And I respect you for letting go of any of that from yourself to the admonition that killed the life of your beloved, to the habit that such" time "was above all important and loving.

I could only escape from my sins.

But, Julian... oh, you forgot to return the most precious thing, take it '

That being said, I received a page of the picture book that the wise man had left in his grip from the place where he held Netuark.

As always, for Julian, that's just one page of a picture book, painted just like a loved one.

Even when they say magic tools and such, they only look as just "shapes" and can only be treated with care.

In the darkness of dusk, a rich woman with dark hair's chest smiles gently, reaching out to her “ lonely ” presence.

I must have felt at will that the hand of the goddess, which is actually being extended toward the protagonist of the picture book, the "King at Heights", was being stretched toward me.

Julian was breaking this page then, knowing he was selfish.

"It's the happiness of honestly delighting people that we have to extend to this world"

That's what the wise man tells Julian, who once again has a page of paintings in his hands, in the sun completely set.

"Julian, you're not a hero, you're not a helper, you're just a man and you're going to end your life in this world.

However, the fact that "ordinary people" who are able to "rejoice in the happiness of people", as I said earlier, are "the people" makes people proud of those who do politics (that is, every word) in this country.

And you're a really sweet man.

You may be lonely, but as one of those people, remember that you are already helping the best friends of those who do politics. "

- Julian is bewildered in the twilight by words that can also be received as if they were "the farewell of this life".

"What is it, Lord Sage? Sudden praise killing.

It's common sense that I'm a kind person, but I'm still surprised by the boulders for sudden praise.

But for what it's worth, I'm not a mercenary with a serene way of life called "the people".

With the weapon that the Sage has given us, we have fought an inevitable battle, and instead of our lovers, we have tried our best, but we have also taken the lives of the opponents who have become enemies.

It's a long way from normal people. "

Even though I was confused and managed to answer as myself, I didn't intend to forget what I had done with my gun before.

It is the greatest sin and regret of my life to have taken a lover's life, but it would be a lie to say that I have no regrets of having taken the life of the other person I have fought for.

I slowly folded the page of the picture book that I had returned, and I behaved at the location of a holster with a gun that had also taken some life.

Wise men continue to praise the disciples who act silently.

"... I'd like to compliment Julian Zahetto.

I couldn't move my emotions without thinking about it for someone else.

And until I'm ready to bear the hard commandments, I don't even think about fulfilling the hopes of the people I love.

After giving him the desired death, which ends in an instant, the weight of sin that he cannot unload until he dies, and taking on the filth, if the cleanse hears it, is close to the shattering of madness.

In the time I lived as a person, I also spent a lot of time, but I also found traces of people who disappeared in the face of some of the difficult "mysteries" inside, equal to the "mourned" now.

That's not going to happen to anyone who's "normal."

Once again, the presence of those who had been the key to the forbidden doors, who had even been denied the existence of a blood relative with the absent, was raised to reality.

'Then, isn't it time to face your happiness as well?

And to the words of the wise man, who praises himself and shakes him even more, Julian hurts as his chest hurts gently and dokun.

Then there will be no more commandments and no more punishment from my life. "

Since the boy is losing his mind, the mercenary does not hesitate to speak of being self-inflicted and thinking behind him in the dark.

No matter how grown up and witty the boy seemed, the gentle man refrained from showing negative adulthood.

'Don't get me wrong. I have not told you to be free from admonition or punishment.

Besides, because you are guilty, you know you can give up even if someone else takes your life, but you have prevented yourself from cutting off your own life.

If you die, until then.

The curse of memories, engraved in the flesh, is no more. '

Fully blended into the shadow of mourning black and darkness, the wise also do not hesitate to spew harsh words at the disciples of "adults".

But when these words were spoken, the wise man told Julian to put them on and didn't feel like he was admonishing himself again.

- If I were to say that, wouldn't it apply to you, Sage?

Do something to contain the words that have taken you to your throat.

Sage never even tries to take the method of "dying" which is the surest way to escape, saying that he is only running away.

I also know that I am not afraid of the “ death ”, so I know that a wise man will not take that means because I know that giving him death will neither be a sin nor a punishment.

And he doesn't think that "death" is going to redeem sin.

Eliphas' death was also only a means taken not for redemption, but for no more sacrifice than that.

- Is it in this world that dying is atonement?.

I have a weapon in my hand that buries people to death with a single blow, I wonder what my role is.

Before there was an answer, the wise man opened his mouth again.

"Then be even happier as you" enjoy "the commandments and punishments in them.

That will be redemption for you and for the beautiful, tender-looking woman on that chest '

"... she... Eliphas said the same thing when she had time and spare."

- Whether I die, carry the consciousness of sin or not, don't be imprisoned by someone who disappears.

- That's impossible to decide.

"I was distracted and vomited a kind word to a woman without separation, so whoever might not believe me, but who could like me more than Eliphas, didn't turn up after all.

I'm more comfortable with her than I am with her. "

- Even if it's an abominable past, if you stay by my side, that's fine, Eliphas.

"Isn't it quite romantic to have someone whose heart wound opens every time you remember and you don't want to forget whether it hurts or not, Lord Sage?"

If he had said that to his distractions and showed them with his shoulders flashed, the streets lit up in the castle town, which had become a dark night, and there was the face of the old man smiling calmly, smiling at the boy and smiling.

'... if Julian Zaheto's happiness is there, I have nothing more to say.

If you're "easy," do it.

So, Julian, I ask you again, what are we going to do?

"If you don't like Lord Sage, let me continue to help you search for the gun.

It's still noisy to think that a human with such an unfriendly weapon has become a world of corner peace.

Normal people don't neglect their efforts to live normal ~.

… what my disciple said to me, and there will be nothing. "

[... Then, when there is a war, the gun will be fully usable.

Then the information on the guy who took the gun comes in with no response]

The wise man, who remembered what Netsuerk had said in Julian's words, would not utter a word of denial, even if he looked at the disciple's pale head, which he carried with his eyes narrowed and his gaze sharpened.

I guess that means it's not a concern.

'If that's what Julian would say, I'd appreciate it.

Honestly, I'm old too, and my body can no longer move as freely as it used to.

I'm going to try not to let Netuark take over, but if all this was hidden, I can't look for it.

But most importantly, I'm still "young."

The appearance of Netuark sleeping on his back is still unusual.

'If you told me when I was awake, I'd stay quiet because I'd be on track, but this kid is smarter and stronger than the adults in line.

Therefore, we must also teach ourselves to identify "who we should not fight".

I have to take some time for that, so thank you so much for your help.

I can spend the rest of my time for this girl. "

The tone of speech is as floating as ever, but it conveys enough that the wise appreciate it.

"No, as long as the responsible sage is alive and well and a disciple"

It was a pleasure for Julian to have a part of being old that didn't change.

Then, whoops, re-hold the Netuark he carried again, and then try to look up and ask the disciple the wise man.

'Not that it's a thank you at least, but do you still have any questions about what Peen Vinegar did?.

There are some “ tied ” things you only know in your position as a wise man, so listen to me within the moment.

I just don't think I'll get any more answers than I do. '

If Ni and Sage laughed, Julian clapped his shoulders again and took his coat, which Netuark had used to lie down.

"Yes, as Lord Sage put it, I found out that I used" magic tools "for different scales...

I don't have any more questions. "

Then he wraps his coat around with bah noise, stroking the part of the holster from which a page of the picture book fits.

However, they felt strange and reassured that the use of magic tools used by a man named "Young Sage Pean Vinegar" by their master, Sage, was "human-like".

I didn't make anyone's sacrifice, I just used it for my own convenience, just to want to be quiet.

Perhaps he used the power of the "degree to which a person can handle the" Prohibition "of sucking memory to erase the activity of his stabilization.

Instead, however, I wanted to pay a little respect to the cleanliness that cut off any interaction with my childhood friends that I had tried, which made me a "best friend" because I helped them to calm down.

And I did it when I made a prank and gave away a pot of flowers with my name on it.

Julian also thinks it would be great for everyone to forget the work of "Pean Vinegar" at the same time because of the "ritual of marriage of their best friends" that brought together the people involved.

"There's a little bit more I don't know, but I can't study, but I think about it with a fast spinning head, even in my spare time."

Stand aside and answer that.

Yeah, but there's something I'm interested in.

″ Who Didn't Attend Angletham's Wedding While Keeping Deep Involved With Peen Vinegar "

Wasn't there someone like that?.

'... sounds like you've come up with something interesting'

If you accidentally gave the edge of your mouth, like a child who came up with a prank, the wise man also looks at Julian with a niggling face.

"No, actually..."

Julian leaked the word that if he had mentioned to the wise man about the magic picture book and Anglecomb's marriage, it would be funny if he also kept his young apprentice on his back.

"I think a lot of people have gathered together, but I was wondering if there was any Jen who didn't do this or maybe didn't go.

I wonder how he thinks about the current Peen Vinegar. "

To Julian's words, the wise man reacts with an intriguing "ho" voice.

'I'm sure the person who said that won't be there.

However, the person who decided not to attend the wedding party would also be someone who was not originally interested in "what I said".

If you're originally a rare communicator, don't get a little boned if you're looking. '

"Then I'll ask you in the first place to find the gun.

Even as we talk about mourning the queen.

I'm not going to let a lonely man get rid of the goddess who spread the greatness of being a mother without becoming a mother. "

Since becoming queen, I don't let the gentle Trenia Sunflower, who spent as much time as possible to grow up as a common man or child, weather easily as a best friend.

- While searching for a gun that could be a spark of contention, I blow the story of a kind heart mother, I felt like it was in a shitty Julian Zaheto.

"Oh, speaking of which, it seems the King and his wife were very active during the wedding as friends.

In one theory, I proposed with "mistakes," persuading the Prime Minister of a great and panicky colored man, the appearance of the queen is funny and creepy... isn't it?

Sometimes the scene was portrayed in a calicature (an exaggerated or distorted figure painting to highlight the character and characteristics of a person), and some of it came out. "

When the wise man remembered it as he seemed to miss it, laughing, he couldn't pin it on himself when he put it in his mouth with the "wedding", but the fact that someone else put it in his mouth traces back to Ba and his memory.

[… 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" …]

…… Oh, well.

I totally forgot, but was it the work of that sage and the magical picture book that "sucked" the anecdotes of gold and silver out of Anglecomb!

If Julian speaks out in a way that seems somewhat daunting, the wise man "rides" on it again.

"Oh, what, you have another interesting story to tell?

I don't know if it's funny.

Julian remembered the first incident that prompted him to question "Are people losing their memories?" because it was based on "big things".

If he spoke to the wise man, the master, in the "bridegroom of the bridegroom," that was the whole town where the crowd was less, but the old man was laughing from the bottom of his belly.

"I didn't know that you and Angletham would be tied together in any way as soon as it was possible, but I'm glad it got sooner, but you mean there was something like that!

When I became a wise man, I made gloves for one of the granddaughters of a man who was called a fool who had many side rooms to suppress magic.

That's all I can remember about Balsam being a "genius magic girl."

- And a few years ago, between the girl and her former godson, I secretly gave her gloves to suppress it for an angelic baby who was still born with unusual magic.

"... but if I had remembered the story of wrapping up in gold, the Angletham bastard wouldn't have thought about being his daughter-in-law until Balsam was slapped in the pussy in the social world with" come on "or something.

You're a wise man I've never met around here, but should I thank you? "

I found myself somewhat gazing from the top, but Julian said so and glanced at her shoulder again.

"Well, Julian sometimes thinks a lot about Pean Vinegar."

The wise man did not even praise.

If there was no tragedy, he must be doing everything he can for this country with his best friends, even if he doesn't become an exchanger.

And now he moaned small in his heart that he would be in tears, that Julian would be able to accurately comfort his best friend who had become king.

There is nothing a wise man can do about all this once he has separated himself from the edge.

I really can't get out of the loneliness of a wise man, who pays more "reason" than "love".

"Hey, Julian.

I don't know if it's going to be a thank you, but it's mostly Netsurk, not me.

May I join you? '

Did I just say, "Who didn't come while I was invited to Anglecomb's wedding?"

Under the street lights, the wise man nods with his young apprentice on his back.

And watching Netuark sleeping with Gougu, he opens his wrinkly mouth with emotion.

"This kid's" good at picking up information "is some kind of talent.

So I want to use the coincidence (opportunity) that stretches its face for my apprentice.

Yeah, but if I do, I'll stay away from Thanksgiving again. "

I don't mind, Julian agrees lightly.

"Lord Sage, as always, likes to develop the talents of young people.

Because I can respect that, and I like it.

Go ahead, make it a "dashi" to grow your apprentice's talents.

It's not a matter of public opinion in particular, and it's just my interest.

Well, for practice, it might be hard to gather information about the entire kingdom of Celisanceum. "

The boy won't wake up, even with Netuark's head deeply asleep as a gash.

Apparently, I can hear him sleeping so deeply.

(Drain "magic" - does losing mean draining so much health)

- Perhaps something that has no edge on me for the rest of my life.

I don't envy it now, even though I have a little loneliness in my chest that I can't experience.

Even without magic, the presence of self enough has been acknowledged by the childhood familiars.

Such a past has made me confident enough in Julian to establish myself.

'Thank you for your permission, Julian.

Because I've been scattered around, I really want to stretch out the sprouts.

However, suppressing it may stretch more forcefully, so what about just stretching it out to let go? I also have a question.

Like me. '

As the wise man thanked him, he only had a slight bitter laugh at the end.

"It was familiar to think that because they disagreed, rejection became a leap forward.

The man who became king of one country or another will also apply to that extension. "

Having said that, I now see the royal palace, visible even from this place, which has become his residence, where he has become king.

The event now had a thin, temporary pillar on the balcony where the royals represented themselves.

It can also be seen in the distance that the flag is being flown as a half-flag by the queen on the pillar.

This half-flag was used to lead the world to "tranquillity," so that it could continue during the time spent by the goddess of the earth, angels and travellers - said to be nine days in theory.

"When Gloriosa first said she wanted to make peace with a country that started leaning, Julian first did it against.

Because I knew it would be better if I did that.

Anglecomb would prefer "Nori" once you piss him off.

Trenia can read her mind, so if she thinks of kindness in her heart, she tries to respond to that feeling.

Really, a man named Julian Zaheto looked closely at his "friends," and he took great care to make it easier to move. "

At some point, the wise man, like Julian, looked back at the flag mourning the Queen's death.

"To me, Trenia Bubaldia, who loves children, is more familiar than Trenia as queen.

So I'm not sure that half flag is right.

But if you want to symbolize her, you can make her a flag inspired by red fruit like this scarf.

Sure, exotic, but child-protecting goddess trademarks like fruit - it was just pomegranate, wasn't it?

That's what I'm saying, wrapped around my neck, pulling the red scarf that Trenia used to send me to celebrate my birthday.

Overall, it's a red substitute, but if you look closely, the "pomegranate" pattern is designed throughout the scarf.

Julian thought the flag, which designed the pomegranate to symbolize the goddess, was better suited to her than the flag of the country, which was made into a lion's motif on a sunflower.

And it is certainly the wise men in front of this who taught Trenia about that exotic goddess and its trademark plants.

"Ahhh... Actually, Trenia only talks about the goddess on the good side, and the truth is, there's a little bit of a bad story.

I had to tell Trenia. I was able to tell her, thinking it was Ican... '