Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"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... '

Sounds sorry, I only confess to Julian with a wrinkle between my eyebrows.

I can talk to her "one day," while I'm thinking about it that way. So, at least I wanted to tell her where I really am, and I came to King's Landing today. "

"Were you..."

"It was a pretty hell of a story, Trenia, I hope you're not surprised on the way out"

You'll be fine, Trenia's the best of the four familiars.

Using the authority of a wise man - if this wise man had revealed his "self" before then, he would surely have met with "even if" Trenia "had become a hospital bed.

And Julian knows that applies to him and me.

(... If I broke my vows and went on a tour of Trenia, would you have worked a little harder)

The Queen's illness was a symptom that cut her strength, and when she heard there was no pain and anguish, it was salvation.

(No, if you're dead, you're dead.)

Julian doesn't like the phrase "death is tranquillity".

I don't want to rest yet, but it's not enough to give me a break.

[I still have something I want to do.]

She should be quite as old as herself by now, but I could easily imagine moisturizing the young gentle purple eyes when she separated.

[I don't want to regret not moving now.

I have the means to help, but don't do anything about it, I don't like my little life disappearing]

And when he entered the host army, a strong woman (one) proclaimed so with the eyes of determination, in front of the men whom he had defeated.

A person named her finds out from her life that she never disappears, in a different way than Eliphas.

(I guess I don't need goodbye)

'Well, it's time to go...'

Julian nodded, too, if the wise man went to re-compartmentalize.

"Well, sage, how are you?

I'll tell you how to handle guns in the field, Netsuruk, when it happens again. "

I know you're asleep and you won't hear me, but I say those words.

I may have bad eyes, but I thought he was going to grab the guidelines immediately because he seemed like a clever kid.

"... it won't come true"

Cold, sage voices echo in the dark night when the street lights come on.

Julian was puzzled - but the well-perceived man suppressed his own chest with the chest where the "one page of a picture book" would fit.

"Did you let the memories of the encounter with Julian Zaheto in Netuk, along with magic, suck into the pages of the picture books?"

"Nan (only) Ri. It's just a little unexpected.

I'll skip the hard part of explaining it, but that page means "picture book." '

With both hands blocked, the wise man shows Julian's chest where the pages of the picture book meet with his chin.

"I wondered if feeding on people's lives and magic would keep them present at distracting times, and apparently" memory "is part of the food, but I've explored it and figured it out.

So, apparently, I sucked my memory, but I kept my choice. '

"Well, was that a big meeting between me and Netuk?"

Mercenaries unrelated to magic lower their gaze and look at their chest as the master's jaw indicates.

Then, after several shoulder flatteries, he opened his mouth like a shiner.

"If Netuark is the poor lady, the anger that took my memory from it boils, but what's the point of taking the memory of meeting Osama over forty?

Or did Floyline wake me up in Jerassie because she was busy but too kind to her young apprentice? "

"Oh, boy, it's like a lifetime for Julian to be a Kizza"

If you are not carrying Netuark, the wise man is shriveled while suppressing the urge to scratch his whole body.

Then, I saw him tighten his licence so the mercenary could pull the quizza in.

'But I tried not to lose this one either.

It may not last a lifetime, but "when Netsuruk got involved in the main body of this one-page picture book," he did it so that he knew how to handle it unconditionally.

Well, using magic for the price of use is still the same, but it'll save you a lot of trouble after you've had it.

This kid, always like a chunk of energy, has taken enough magic to sleep deep, but let's just say good.

Like a normal child, this is how you see yourself resting. '

Sage looked at the child he was carrying and laughed happily.

"Netuark is cautious, and his heart doesn't seem to forgive him."

If he didn't hesitate to say that because he hadn't heard it, the wise man snorted laughing at it, too.

In retrospect, I was puffed sideways from the first meeting, put through the favor offered (candy balls), and Julian, a good person, was just not very happy with the response.

However, it was very interesting to see his "personality" that Netsuerk showed when he seemed to have broken it down quite a bit if some of the conversation had gone on.

A few times, but I exchanged words, and I didn't have an unpleasant "feel" - the memory said I was "sucked".

(I don't think it went well with me as a friend.)

There was a strange certainty in Julian that this boy would grow up to be the type of "person" he'd never been involved with before.

So it's a shame that he's lost the “ trust ” he was about to be able to forget to interact with, although it was only a short time with himself.

You must have read your emotions with Julian's expression, lit up by the street lights, and you also gave me a sage look that just seemed a little too bad.

'I wish I'd met this kid too, but it was a hard time until you admitted it.

I thought I'd gradually become a normal mentorship and be honest, "when the standard is twisted."

First, you suspect anything, then - no, you don't suspect, you try to take it from "think," "think."

"You", the master, also thought you were quite a "twisted" sexual root, but Julian listens in silence.

Julian knows that this "person" has a habit of demeaning them first when he really wants to honor them.

At the end of the day, I uttered the praiseworthy phrase, "Think," so I listened with confidence.

"Think about it." I found that some places are pretty sweet. "

That said, only one thing during the breakup, he tries to tell me a story about the boy's keepsake.

Let me hear it, sage lord.

To Julian's temptation, the wise speak slowly.

What he told me was an exchange about Netuark and a certain picture book.

There are many "old story stories" in this world that are too old to know whose writings they are.

Although magic develops, in a world where machines and engineering are difficult to develop, "stories" were treated as important to discover the many ancients of this world.

It's just that some stories can be hints to get to know the ancients of this world, while others simply tell their children a “ lesson ” through stories.

Sage touched the “ kindness ” that Netuark has from an old story directed at children, including such a lesson.

The old story is that rabbits who pride themselves on their speed compete with animals who represent slow feet.

Such a story about a fast legged rabbit overconfident in his own leg strength and a slow legged animal wins while he lies down and rests.

Even though I am superior, the wise man received a lesson that I hope he will lose quickly if he is overconfident in his power, after listening to me - that's what I said.

By the time I "picked up" Netuk, I knew the boy was smart, but I hadn't made the discipline my own yet, and there was a place where I lived with my sensibilities alone.

I thought it was silent, but it was just that I wasn't fluent in words, and now I can't believe it anymore, but back then the boy put his emotions on words and there was even something he couldn't express well.

So when we met, the wise man politely did for the boy the meaning of many words and the reading that made him learn how to use them.

In doing so, I told him about the rabbit, Netsuruk himself, a child who makes very quick moves since that time, combined with agility that can't be caught by an adult in line.

It was my original purpose to want a boy in a move reminiscent of such a rabbit to be learning a lesson not to fail in advance by reading about rabbits in similar movements.

- Netuark would immediately solve the meaning and say even the irony out of its young mouth.

When the sage thought about it and made him read the rabbit story, the boy began to lurk his eyebrows in the middle of the story.

And when I finished reading to the end, it was an unexpected word to the wise man that my little mouth spat out.

"Master, is the rabbit okay?.

Were you lying down, resting, and no one helped you?

After all, I thought it was just something that came up with words like "stupid" about rabbits.

The wise man had accepted that a superior being, among other hard-working beings, "stopping the movement" had become arrogant and negligent.

At the end of the story, the slow-footed animal is tightened up by winning, so nothing has been touched on after the rabbit.

The boy cared more about the “ rabbit ” who remained rested than the slow-footed animal beating the competition.

"If you've thought back on the whole story, you're admonishing the luxury of a quick rabbit... but it's not"

I hope not.

From what Julian had also flushed and heard, he felt it was a story to evoke the commandments, so he found unexpected compassion, albeit mildly surprised by Netuark's "gentle" reaction - delighted.

There may be twisted and difficult sides to crack, but if you think and act on things carefully for that matter, that seems good too.

With that in mind, listen to the sage.

"To tell the truth, the old stories I read about, exotic - my compatriots in Subknock, well, she's also a sage, but what the person gathered himself in his hobby. It was a compilation of old stories"

Julian was just a little surprised that the name of a belligerent and famous military state came up, but apparently he doesn't care about that country, and the wise keep talking about his countrymen.

'She likes to hear what people think.

When I read back the book I read thinking about what Netsuruk told me, I also found that the picture books only attract people's thoughts... and write in a way that draws them out.

I just thought it was a children's reading book, so I thought I'd read it. "

"Oh... is that so?"

After all, the presence of a wise man in this world made Julian feel like he was representing a "twisted man".

Not even knowing that his disciple was thinking about being quite rude, the wise man goes on to talk.

"Besides, if you said," Slow legged animal, "what does Julian think of?

If you've been gazed at just a little bit, the mercenary mouths the names of the animals that come to mind with "slow feet".

Am I a snail?

'... um, yeah, sure snails are slow, well'

Apparently, the animal the sage thinks of didn't come out of Julian's mouth.

"... in a picture book, the unique noun for that" slow-footed animal "never appears"

"Well, then, how are we getting on with this?

I don't read much, Julian, but when it comes to making a story, I wonder if it would be hard to move on to the story.

To answer the apprentice's question, the wise man opened his mouth again.

"" The Appearing Being, "and the only thing that's clear is the rabbit.

The slow-footed animal is silhouetted - it's painted in the shadows, and we're blurring it into good shape to get on with the story '

That's for sure, I guess so.

Sage consistently describes himself as a “ slow-footed animal ” and has not produced a unique noun.

Julian, however, was listening and didn't find the flow of the conversation particularly flawed by the lack of a name.

Some wise men who are teachers may speak well, but the actual picture books must also be built to make you feel "uncomfortable".

Sometimes the "slow-legged animal" silhouette is a picture book, and from what I've seen, the shape of the shadow seems to be in the form of a "tortoise."

"Turtles are fine, they're quick.

When Gloriosa kept her in the country, she had escaped many times, and she often moved to places like, "Why are you in a place like this?"

I think Angletham and Trenia agree. "

I understand why the disciple gave the name Pattern Eye (Heh Cancer) to the "analogy of slow-footed animals" earlier, and the wise man laughs bitterly.

'That's a good experience, in a way.

At least Gloriosa's friends don't think the turtle's feet are slow.

People only receive the story of being portrayed in nominal reason, tied to a conjectured image, simply thinking.

I also just saw the shape of the “ shadow ” depicted in the picture book, and assumed that “ this is an animal called a slow-footed turtle ” to let Netsuark read the story.

And keep reading the lesson.

″ You shouldn't be arrogant even if you had an advantage over others. "

That's all I expected.

That's never a bad thing, and it's a normal thing.

However, if you have slightly missed your gaze, you can feel and think about various things from there.

And this story taught me that Netuark has a mind that thinks about caring for whoever he is in any position '

Even though he had the title of a wise man who especially repelled the futile strife, he was also jealous of the "talent" of his compatriots, who softly drew out the kindness in the twisted boy who blocked his heart.

The exotic sage who "likes to hear people's thoughts" was instrumental in inspiring curiosity if he read the picture books he compiled "why and why?" to boil.

And the ″ pulled out extra ″ also has a trick that lets you judge the qualities in the mind of the person you read.

He was a wise man who intended to make a variety of things and promote the talents of young people, but he never thought about creating something that would encourage the discovery of talent in his own story.

The second half of my life was involved only in helping it so that the talent I spontaneously sprouted wouldn't "crumble" when it wasn't "time to stretch.

A wise man of an exotic compatriot who makes himself who grows an already sprouted object and an object that gives him the power to inspire him to break the shell of a species that has not even been able to sprout.

We don't like to compete with each other, we don't like to be tough, we don't like to be imprisoned by things.

With that said, if I met a king who would be the Lord that I could fall in love with, I would seem to be my compatriot but not have to meet him again, not my best friend, but I can even easily cross the blade "Friends".

"I'm not afraid to die, but if I didn't know the inside of my apprentice to take care of me like this, it would be a shame to end my life with the feeling of a personal" lost "

If you said that wisely and rationally and remorsefully, the disciple in front of you has nothing but a bitter laugh.

(Sage is greedy for wanting to know everywhere)

Whether it was day-to-day behavior or picture book talk, in doing something, it seemed to Julian in the content that something with the title Sage made no sense in that motion.

The presence of a wise man even makes sense for the ″ sound ″ played with one fingertip.

(If you have to make sense of all your actions, no matter how much you can go on with your qualities, you choose to be alone or "willing," Lord Sage.

But if you're not afraid of death, if you're willing to keep death away at all, I'd love to)

I think about it that way, and I try to change the sleeping face of my disciple, which inspired me to think strongly about "extending my life" to a teacher who also thinks of me as my benefactor.

- Master, is the rabbit okay?.

- Were you lying down, resting, and no one helped you?.

"Because it's a victory, it's not strong, it's sturdy."

As far as Julian can tell, there's no such thing as a rabbit in a picture book.

It just moved quickly and quickly. It was caught "up" on its own, and the fact that it rested was branded "impressed with arrogance".

It boils "arrogance" from the "normal" sense of being down there, that if you are winning more than others, you shouldn't be constantly moving.

Even the behavior of just resting your body is taken differently depending on your position.

"I didn't realize the fair kindness this kid had because he was being won.

It's been a long time since I've remembered that the word "excellent" is also described as "winning, gentle" in exotic countries.

And because I remember, I was determined to raise this child more responsibly. "

It's not very nice to be a wise man in conjunction with being responsible for taking care of him, but he even had his first glittering confrontation with the compatriots who made the picture books.

- I want to know more about this boy than anyone else as a guardian.

Julian, on the other hand, strokes that pale head with pride, with the last intention, to the kind words that Netsuerk said.

"If you have such hidden kindness, you can handle guns too, if you have enough, but you have so much magic, don't you need it...

But even if it was a twist, I could feel fine with you following the trail of Lord Sage.

Good luck, Netuark.

Be someone who can grow people's talents, like Lord Sage.

At first, if you can stretch out the little buds, be a wise man to grow the buds that will support your country. "

I miss Julian that I don't remember myself if I ever meet Netsurk again.

However, a man who boasts of "Kiza" doesn't seem to be lonely to his children or "men".

The only time I showed loneliness to my man opponent was once, to my best friend, Gloriosa Sunflower.

"Then, for the growth of Netsuerk, please use my" thinker "to find out.

Is the contact, as usual, the use demon dove?

Mercenaries say what they are prepared to say to break up, as is the usual exchange.

The Sage's use of the Devil's pigeon figure also imitates Anglecam's regular use.

To it I shook my head full of gray hair and saw the proud apprentice carrying it.

"No, from now on, I don't know if it should be called the user demon that Netsuruk is thinking about... but I think he will contact me with what this child has made.

prototype phase, but we are certain it will arrive.

I'm just worried you'll be able to read it when it arrives.

But let me assure you that the speed is exceptionally up.

It is also a pleasure to think that the means of communication contemplated by the disciple may change the future of "information warfare" '

Sage laughs niggardly, but Julian can only get his expression in the "same bitter laugh" kind of way at the earliest.

And then exhale small through your nose and clasp your shoulders like a natural reaction.

"Do you still want me to go with the experiment to raise my apprentice?"

Ma'am, let's hang out as gentle brothers.

The way it arrives is the pleasure of the moment, Sage. "

If that's what you said, the smile made the sage laugh.

Then tighten your face.

'Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing.

Julian, this is a page of the picture book I gave you back, but I made it available to you too.

I was truly told such words by the way that I said it at the end of things.

Huh?!, does that mean I can use magic too?

I accidentally put my hand on the chest holster as I asked back with an unexpected momentum to peel my eyes and an incredible feeling.

The wise man left his young disciple nagging, and now shook his grey-haired head beside him as if he were a child with a pull.

'No, I wonder if it's magic as a nuance.

As a tool, you suck memories.

So, if you're finally saying... that one page is in your favor, or I'm close to you.

You're being cooperative because you're being kind to Julian Zaheto.

So help me '

Something with no life and no will helps me.

(…… even if it is said lightly)

Oh, wait a minute.

The next moment I thought with my heart, there were words of the question.

'Um, I want to go back to the inn before it gets really dark, so really give me a minute.

Besides, I really don't like what I said, especially since I don't like to make the back sense, 'cause that's all I really mean.'

"That's all I mean," I proclaim, "but if I try to be Julian, who has lived a life of no magic and no connection whatsoever, in more than forty years of his life, it's irrelevant.

How do you know I'm thinking about that?

In the meantime, say what you are most questionable about.

'I'm not a specialty, so I can't go into details...

If you put it terminally, it's a nudge, but that picture book page is starting to have "self ″ … or it already has"

"What!?

Sage said something incredible to Russia.

If the wise man gave a chocolate explanation, he would start to smooth out what he remembered about “ inorganic matter having self ”, just like the feeling of pulling through the potato crawl.

"Oh, that's what that" young sage "Pean Vinegar should be studying specializing in those things.

No, not Pean Vinegar, the Vinegar family that delivers “ that special land ” has been commissioned by the royal family of this country for generations to study magic in the eastern country.

"There was no edge in our time," but if there had come a time, let that land and the Vinegar family deliberately disassemble the [Stamp Nine Character Protection Act] that they are making us study for generations... "

- Too much talk.

Even if the wise man doesn't put it in his mouth, he thinks it's “ gone ” that comes through in the atmosphere.

Sage men who always make somewhat playful moves tell me that if they don't carry young apprentices, they really want to keep their complacent mouth shut that they spoke too much.

"Well, if you want to know the logic of inorganic possession, why don't you search for guns and then go to" Robrow ", which is also the western territory where Peen Vinegar is lord.

Neither you nor I have ever been to the west, have we?

"Yes, well... yes, it is."

There has been an anecdote for a long time - a traveler who saved this world made the last trip and put down the curtain of his life as a person - and it is said that it is "the most endless land in the west".

It's not clearly stated in the history book that the traveler's "disappeared" is anything to do with which land in the west, nor does it have anything to do with Robrow.

However, people living in this world tended to avoid the western direction.

″ If we were to go west, there was something about getting lost, "even words in this country that sarcastically sound dementia in that direction.

"Perhaps I met that young sage based on a visit to Lobrow around Gloriosa that got lost or something.

Then, as I was informed earlier, the means of communication are as follows: "

The wise man makes that clear and turns his back to Julian with his disciple in his arms.

I don't know if the story I let slip out of my mouth earlier "was that awkward for a wise man, but I'm about to walk away with a slightly sudden feeling.

As for Julian, if the benefactor is in trouble, I don't intend to pursue it originally, but I really wanted to ask him something.

The Sage Hall.

- I want you to teach me how to use the ″ one page ″ of a magic picture book that I'm ready to use, that's what I thought.

"Easy to use, same as a gun"

Apparently Julian's feelings extended to the wise, and he opened his mouth while turning his back.

"All you have to do is get a page of picture books, set your aim, and touch them with the thought of" I want to take this memory. "

Then it's possible to suck away the memories Julian wanted to take.

You're a good person, if it weren't too shiny, it would be easy on the side.

Well, that's something you don't think too much about.

- Feelings should be easier than risking people's lives with guns.

Bye. '

With that said, the wise man did not even hear Julian's words of thanks, but walked away carrying a young disciple in the form of a mourning.

Julian became “ alone ” again under the streetlights beneath the castle.

The clockbed bell rang harshly and the castle gate of the king's capital was running out of time.

"I haven't even taken an inn, and as Lord Sage told me, shall we head to Robrow..."

Since there is guidance for future actions (servants), some feelings were also easier.

For the last time now, I look up at the balcony of the half-flagged Royal Palace and sincerely mourn the death of my familiar and best friend who sent me a scarf.

'Bye, Trenia. Gloriosa has children with Angletham and Balsam, and Trenia.'

- Yeah, "who wants to protect", as long as you have a family, Gloriosa will be fine.

A gentle nostalgic voice echoed Julian's head.

Both Julian and Anglecomb, as well as Trenia, believe in the "strength" of their best friend named Gloriosa.

"Oh, and... if Eliphas' brother will stay by my side, you'll be fine"

I wish my family and others happiness more than my own.

- No matter how strong and fine I am, if my friends and the people around me looked pathetic, I wouldn't have the slightest bit of fun alive.

I can say that plainly, a charismatic king would be fine.

"People won't leave Gloriosa, so it's dumber to worry."

Unh-ung and I put our arms together, and if there were people around us, we would act somewhat suspiciously, and then we would start heading to the castle gate for refreshment.

However, the scarf I received from my best friend, who is so strangely wrapped around my neck as to leave the royal palace, is only breathless - it conveys the uncut.

Jeez, Julian Zaheto is here to mourn the death of Queen Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower.

I even began to feel as if I had been called to this place by "using" my best friend's death.

But even if she dies, I feel like she's going to have that kind of "happening" for a worried friend.

(Why, you're a witch who reads people's feelings)

She has known what it's like to be more "lonely" than anyone else in a childhood familiarity since we met.

"I don't like" loneliness, "but don't worry, from" I'm used to ".

And I'm not doing anything reckless, Trenia. "

He stops inadvertently on his legs, puts his name in his mouth, doesn't pick it at his fingertips as he pulls his scarf, he says that and starts walking again with a mouthful of bitter laughter to reassure him.

When he separated himself from his companions, he realized that it was "guilt" that was burying Julian's loneliness when he was used to loneliness.

Because of the weight of guilt, I don't even have to rush to the path of self-destruction, and when I guess, I even appreciate the weight.

It's just that the "weight", over the years, has become unintentional to Julian, but it doesn't feel very heavy anymore.

It was never the loss of consciousness of sin, but the same way that I became accustomed to solitude, I became accustomed to bearing the weight of sin.

But the fact that I was accustomed to it, but with its weight, there are certainly aspects of it that I was sometimes able to behave cautiously as a mercenary "gun brother".

"Or if you're so worried about Mr. Lonely Julian, why don't I apprentice the Sage, too, Trenia?

I remember a wise man who always preferred to be "alone" took a boy named Netuark as his apprentice, and I put him out in my mouth to see.

Then, unexpectedly, the cleavage, which accounted for the chest that had been passed on through the red scarf, disappeared in full swing.

"Hey?!, are you really telling me to take my apprentice?

The red scarf, engraved with a pomegranate pattern wrapped around his neck, seemed to fully endorse Julian's "joke" even though it was mostly a suggestion he put out in his mouth with the intention of joking about momentum.

- What's wrong?.

Just as she dived through the castle gate, Julian spoke of it, so she was called out by one of the soldiers trying to shut the gate.

"Huh?!, oh, never mind.

The Queen's obituary just makes her uncomfortable being one of the people. "

hastily and appropriately deluded, but Julian's eyes were swimming.

Soldiers marvel at Julian, who also appears to behave suspiciously in the dark.

But the fall of the beloved queen from all over the country also reminded me of the fact that people of all kinds were visiting the king's capital and were told by the "country".

- There will be some who may feel restless and behaving suspiciously in the fall of the gentle queen, but the expression of sorrow is for each person.

- Overlook as long as some of them don't have weapons in their hands, even if they look daunting or suspicious.

It was conveyed directly by the "Chancellor of the Devil" Angletham Padrick, in a flesh voice before the national funeral was executed, to the soldiers of the aligning army.

- You're not smart enough to defy the "devil".

If that's what the superior officer said, the soldiers, careless but dedicated to the gatekeepers, were only laughing a little.

In fact, even though a few years have passed since the peace to give flowers to the queen, the people come from the very ends of the country that they have taken care of the merciful Trenia.

Some of them were obviously exotic condolences, so what connection was there with the queen, and there were events where soldiers would want to lean their necks if there were no human eyes.

To a relatively normal, magnificent man with that background, tall and no weapons or appearance of possession, the soldier

- Then it's too late at night, so be careful.

And, speaking only to those who wrapped their distinctive red scarves around their necks, they began to fall back on the doorway.

"... I almost had a suspicious Julian."

Without being a "suspicious man", I didn't even know it was due to the consideration of my best friend, but I rushed to the streets of the country, feeling the earthquake vibration that the castle gate would become from my feet.

After the tranquillity, the streets were kept at regular intervals so that the lights were lit by spiritual stones at their feet to the location of the stronghold.

Relying on the bright lights, advance your legs toward the junction leading west.

"Well, wild boarding somewhere today...

I don't know the distance to Robrow, but I'd rather rent a horse in some quarters because I have money. "

At that time, Julian is given the feeling that his scarf-wrapped throat will squeeze again.

"Oh, I'll take a proper apprentice if I'm on edge!

If that's what you put in your mouth, the sensation pulls off again.

"Maybe the Trenian guy, he was doing some magic on this, wasn't he?

With that in his mouth, he pinched his scarf with his finger and went down the street, finding a place that seemed appropriately easy to wild.

If you looked up at the night sky and found a set star and easily observed the time, it was a time that was slightly early but not strange to rest, so switch your feelings to those in Nojuku.

"Why don't we just light up and then head to Robrow?"

That said, off the maintained road, perhaps planted with planted trees put together and made as a brief resting place, move there.

In the familiar procedure, start the Nojuku discipline and, as usual, take out the dried meat of the food and broil it to eat, paying due attention to the handling of the fire.

The food was purchased for sunshine in the King's Capital, and the water was divided into Netsuerk, but it was still enough.

Speaking of which, the next time it happens, Netuk is the first time we meet.

One page of a picture book about sucking memories out of his apprentice while drinking water was taken from between his brother's guns, which were delivered to a holster on his chest.

If you opened it with a crusty and soft sound, there's Eliphas - two beautiful women in a melon to their murdered lover, smiling their hands at themselves in a dress.

"Although it still looks like only one page of a normal picture book to me...

Well, I've kept it in my chest for almost a decade and it won't hurt at all, so it's normal. "

I took care of it again and pounded my gun chest.

I didn't eat much, but I brushed my teeth easily, wiped my face, weakened the fire, lay down to rest my body, put a blanket replacement coat over my body, put my arms behind my head and pillow

Then, the light of the little star instantly looked up at the night sky.

"To me, apprentice..."

The most necessary qualities that I was told when dealing with guns were “ gentle ”.

I also know they say kindness is important for dealing with guns that just become "vicious weapons," but I can tell over the years that we still need the "sense" of dealing with these special weapons, too.

If I said it with kindness, within my old companions, the other three had enough.

Well, I guess that means I was the best person to deal with this weapon.

I remember an interesting look at Julian when the sage had just visited the village, who was brilliantly hitting birds flying in the sky with slingshots, wild pigs, etc.

But most importantly, I miss watching myself as a boy, most interested in the fact that "I can't do any magic".

He was given a gun only after he decided to join the determinants.

Unable to use magic, Julian was invited to a cave, a residence, to give it to Pong, who from the outset intended to use a slingshot established as a “ weapon ” with improved backwards support.

- Gloriosa and Angletham found the "weapon" in my collection.

- It's a very powerful and dangerous weapon, but Julian told me to make it.

If the words were so briefly explained, they also continued to pound books and tools written about the manufacture of guns and bullets and various other maintenance and uses, and were handed over in hemp bags.

- Then I have a discussion with Anglecomb's parents from now on, so you can go home.

- Even in gun practice, do it.

It was the same old sage as before.

I accidentally put it in my mouth and laughed bitterly and looked at the sack of hemp that was already grassy (every time) beside me.

- He was given a gun, and then kicked out of the cave, reading a book in a hemp bag, while Julian learned to handle and maintain the gun on his own, it seemed natural that his "compatibility" with the gun wasn't bad.

If we went deeper in the cave than the sage had made gun practice his residence, Julian would be able to grasp the "feel" right away.

Targeting - It was a slingshot and an almost similar feeling to specify the aim at what is referred to as a gun, and I was surprised by the sound and recoil, one way or another, after releasing the bullet.

I did what the earplugs said in the description, but still pretty much "comes to my ear".

Think about your apprentice based on the first time you fired a gun.

"Whether I take an apprentice or not, I still have a slingshot of flying gear - suitable for a kid with a weapon that's" compatible "with a bow or something"

So, I remembered a child.

It was the child of the family who disappeared in the village where Eliphas and Father Barrota lived, who had decided to separate their companions from each other.

Julian broke his arm wound, until he was fully healed - six months before that tragedy happened.

The companions and the priest travelled ahead and in the village Julian Zaheto was close to the position of “ residence ”.

Still only able to move with one arm, he was helping as much as he could with the “ babysitting ”, which was the church ’ s role in the village, while taking care of Eliphas in the church.

Unfortunately, study cannot be done like Barrota, so exclusively help Eliphas - the archer of a relatively young child will be the main task.

But even though I can't use one arm, I can make quite an active move, so I was reasonably helpful as a very popular ″ brother ″ from the boys.

And with that extension - assuming a firm promise that it should never be directed at people - Julian teaches the children he said were interested in creating and using slingshots.

With a proposed distribution that said "Handmade" from ″ 1, the ingredients were collected in the woods, and the parents of the children were also interesting and provided ingredients that were not available in the woods, and the creation of slingshots took place.

"Never shoot at people at any time.

Besides people, you shouldn't shoot in places that are likely to hit livestock or homes.

Because stones and pebbles are dangerous, play with nuts and the like.

Even though it's easy to make, I don't forget that it's a dangerous tool that can become a murder weapon. "

After the children had all finished making them, they were allowed to repeat their cautions again and quickly "try and shoot" was done.

The trick is to make sure that the eye position, the slingshot position, and the pulled bullet position are in a straight line.

On an equal footing, it was the "disappeared family" boys who showed brilliant hitting rates with the advice they gave the children.

He was the youngest of the children he taught, but was very happy to report to his father and mother.

The figure wasn't as cute as the child's favorite Trenia, but it also looked adorable to Julian.

"... if you live in this world, how old are you..."

Try to remember, regardless of the father of the child, the feeling that child and mother were not dead - there was hope.

Before leaving that village, Julian had stopped by the house of a family forgotten to exist.

The family itself, at first they say, came from elsewhere just the couple, and the house is also close to a cabin built small outside the settlement.

Perhaps the forgotten villagers enter the house wondering if they will ever notice this little house.

After the first sweet gentle scent reached Julian's nose tip, there was a feeling of a cock and something hitting the toenail tip.

It was at that time on the toe, a small slingshot made by hand.

The patterned part is engraved with the letter "S", an acronym for the boy's name, which the late father must have done.

Julian was bowing down and unconsciously taking it.

Then, if you look inside the rough house, apparently that kid's mother was on her way to make sweets before the tragedy happened, the powder scattered white on the floor, cookware and bottles of milk falling down.

Back then, my lover's sense of loss and future redemption filled me, and after an untouched look around the house, I only put a slingshot in my bag.

I was given a light search, but there was no clue.

But now that I thought about it, I noticed that the slingshot I picked up at that time would also be "a testament to someone who had been forgotten" and I felt lightly.

"That's the hassle you left in the bottom of your bag..."

I remember leaving it in, staying put, for the first time in decades, loosening the arms I had put behind my head instead of pillows.

I stuck my hand in the bag I had right beside me.

"... I don't remember throwing it away, so I think I do."

If you touched the unique hard feeling of the tree through your fingertip nails and extended and grabbed your fingers at once, your senses would come back to life.

I grabbed it and took it out of my bag, waking up the body I was going to sleep on.

"Ha, I met Lord Sage, and it felt like" then "was suddenly connected."

Slingshots like toys kept their shape well without rotting, even though the material was wood but too old.

Due to the severe deterioration of the rubber part on the boulder, it needs to be replaced, but it does not appear to have been damaged that much for the number of years that it was falling apart.

It was also possible to snap it on my finger and stretch it slowly.

(I thought it would be a thousand cuts with Butterflies...?)

- It was in a good state of preservation because I was behaving without using it all the time?.

Such a question arose, but nostalgia prevailed by holding a slingshot.

- Wow, wow!.

- Would I be able to do it if I practiced too?.

I can remember Eliphas now, a little boy delighted to be able to handle slingshots cleverly.

When the kind girlfriend laughed that they weren't fit to hold the weapon even though it was a toy, she was pretty serious about it.

"If you're going to be a disciple, is a boy like that one for you?.

Or maybe a girl. "

If such a "goodbye" were to come with a "bitter" mouth, I regret that I should have let her do what she said she wanted to try.

- Eliphas......

I slowly stroked one page of the picture book, which reached my chest, and I decided to have it.

The next day, Julian begins to move vigorously.

If you went to the lodging district first, check the location of Robrow.

Robrow said it would take two days to bring a horse from the Wang capital.

- It's a job to move in the west?

- I haven't been able to improve the streets yet.

- Because even if you rode a horse, there are certainly many cliffs if you are not careful on the way.

- But it's quicker even though there are other major cities and stuff as a pretty priority.

- Truth is, there's always been something like priority.

If I had spent a glass of booze at the tavern with that information, I could have asked.

Collect the "gun" information as usual, but this one is as empty as ever.

And after asking about Lobo Lords Pean Vinegar at the beginning of things - I decided to try "Page 1 of the Picture Book".

When the memory of Pean Vinegar, who was peaceful and active, disappeared from those involved.

While the mercenary was surprised that he was moving to explore carefully, he was honestly surprised when his mentor, the wise man, told him that he was in a "state of sluggishness".

I certainly didn't hide it, but I don't even think it's that "topical".

(You mean you can't put a door in people's mouths... or I was licking people's information networks called Sage?)

- In the meantime, "if you suck" that memory from the side that asked, you'll be fine.

If you fail and the information is being examined, it's a pain in the ass to leak it during the "tell" of the sage's information network, but at any rate, let's push ourselves to a situation where we can't fail.

In one way or another, Julian, the owner of a careful thought, but there is a feeling that he has already been torn apart and "defeated," and there are some mild "yawns".

In a way, I used the feeling of pushing "if I fail, there is no further way" to arouse courage to use something like "magic used for the first time in my life".

That's how this time I dared to talk about Lord Robrow.

"Dear Trenia - What do you think of the Queen's collapse, even though Lordship Robrow is not obliged to make written condolences?

I reach out to my nostalgia remembering how to suck my memory while saying that to someone who is drunk on good health.

- All you have to do is get a page of the picture book, set your aim, and touch them "I want to take this memory".

Carefully recalling the sage's words, I pinch one page of the picture book from my chest and remove it at my fingertips.

But the information that comes in as the Vinegar family as Lords of Robrow before you use it to try and see it becomes less interesting to a heartfelt mercenary, whose hand stops inadvertently pinching the page.

- I'm sorry about the lord over there, because...

The story of Lord Robrow, which began with such a tantrum, the lord himself, anyway, was not too fragrant about his family.

In particular, it seems that Pean Vinegar has as many as six children between him and his wife, but all four of them daughters managed to do was talk about Julian inadvertently lurking an eyebrow.

Even though the women around us have been somewhat so far - very few to Julian, who figured out the deciding army from the middle of the way - all the ladies who had an edge in it were just bearers of a caring temperament.

Sometimes a mercenary would only have had a superficial relationship in Kiza, but the two women that come to mind typically are Eliphas, who was his lover, and Trenia.

There are two people who are no longer in this world, but when it comes to characteristics, the type is different. It feels like I said, "I am myself." It is Julian's personal value, but it is rare for a woman to be a group.

Eliphas and Trenia are very close to each other, even when they were taken care of in the village where Barrota was for a short period of time, and when the years are near and they are unmarried to each other.

I used to talk to the two of us about something, and it always seemed to the men to act together, but if they had different plans, they also acted lightly differently.

Speaking of whether all the women in the village were, this was also different and within the small village, the group of women varied through their age, their hobbies and their family structure.

Among other things, during the cooperative work of the village as a whole, I also saw that Father Barrota also took into account the fact that there were no villagers - mainly women - to act alone.

But the priest doesn't say anything about his sister Eliphas acting alone.

If you casually told her brother, the priest, and asked her about it while she was being looked after, she explained it to me with a grin.

- Everyday, I don't care what you do when you act alone, but if you don't "practice" like this when we all have to move, there can be distortions at times.

- I don't know what else triggered the distortion, and that could be in this little settlement, irrevocably.

- Even if the distortion can be made, if it is to be filled, it will be good to put it back, but I have never gone beyond not making it first.

- It's not that I don't respect individuals, but it's also something I do on my own because I think it's "necessary" for a small village to be wrapped in peace.

"That being said, Eliphas is often seen acting alone, is that good?

Yes, if Julian asked, the priest leaned down and shook his neck small, left and right with a look that took the "laugh" part from the bitter laughter.

- Eliphas said, "When we work together, we do it alone in order to objectively show the villagers what it would be like to be alone.

- Does my sister still look lonely even though she knows she wants to?.

As he rubs his successful palms together, the priest asks Julian.

At this time, the priest was aware that this shiny young man was giving his own sister a mild thought for the first time.

The Julian was asked back the other way, slightly surprised, but honestly nodded at the "seemingly lonely" part, but quickly returns the words.

"Then let's not look lonely?.

If it were me, I'd stick around while the village takes care of Mr. Eliphas so he can "be nice alone!"

If you've crossed degrees by yourself and the group, why don't you show them that it's just too much trouble? "

To the suggestion of such a kizzy but gentle young man, the priest now pulled out the "bitter" part and was just laughing sincerely.

- Then, if Eliphas is going to want you to do that, let's ask for it.

From a man who thinks of two such Eliphas and Trenias as women as "chicks," I couldn't help but think that I really didn't want to get involved with "Lords Robrow's four daughters."

That story Julian is hearing in the liquor store is all about his four daughters, clearly beyond what Julian was talking about "the degree of the group".

Leaving the Vinegar family, the Duke's daughter was removed and married to another nobleman, in the position of "daughter of a former lord".

- I'm surprised to hear that my childhood acquaintance and the fact that my best friends have stabilized the country have developed laws to the effect that "succession is fair between men and women" is responsible for the noise.

Prior to the peace taking place in the country, the succession was limited to boys or, in the absence of boys, to son-in-law of the eldest daughter, etc., and those who inherited the lord's traces were really limited.

If "excess" was to be used as a tool to connect the nobles with each other and to connect their wives and son-in-laws to a rich man with no money but no fame, it was still used as a tool to connect relatives "to retain power".

But Pean Vinegar still seemed to have "compassion" as a father, which seems to fit his daughter's personality - even more unusual for a nobleman to choose someone to accompany his daughters' hopes in a house where he seemed less struggling ahead of his daughter-in-law.

But it was a vendetta that caused them to accompany "Hope" too much, and their daughters daughter-in-law daughter-in-law "near their parents' house only daughter-in-law to a house where sufficient authority would allow them to benefit from the breadth.

They're coming back to the Lords' Mansion, which is somehow "my parents" as if the four of us were also deciding in order, not between three days.

Thus, except for the eldest daughter, the four sisters formed a party and said that they were out of the sight of the Lords (especially where they had no influence on the territory), and that they were saying a lot about what was going on in the territory.

For those unfamiliar with the group, it is not as much as "very", but most of the inhabitants are annoyed by the fact that they make agriculture their livelihood.

- Well, the world seems to be saying a lot about the lords about this condolence, but I'm really sorry that your daughters weigh in on you to keep you from squirming.

- Actually, let my daughters just say it, and it seems there are some places they haven't even dealt with.

- The corner country was also calmed, the whole country was calm, and my daughter, who has personality difficulties, was also made to marry me, but she will be back soon.

Once here, a laugh happened to the tavern that can only be compared to a "shaken".

Without being able to get the right time to use one page of the picture book, Julian continues to listen to such Vinegar family home conditions from the men in the tavern.

Then he opened his mouth as one lifted an empty jock to change the subject.

- Speaking of which, the successor van sent you to great duty at the edge of the territory in order not to get involved in that.

This was a story I had never heard of, so to the man who started the story, Julian behaves like another glass of booze.

So he had information on where the family of Van Vinegar would live, which would be his heir.

Then again for a while, the content of the Lord's daughters' faction starts to look back like they can't help but smell annoying.

(I wonder if this is how much information we get in this place.)

Because of the lack of money to luxury alcohol, mercenaries can use their fingertips to pinch pages in an effort to test more and more (finally) "magic".

(Same as ″ gun ″)

The goal is defined as the memory of a "shiny man" who asks about Pean Vinegar.

- In country territory, like before, a lovely, grown-up wife. I tried to slow down, and the gentle queen who kept the country calm collapsed.

Slowly approaching the side of the men who started a similar story again.

- Feelings should be easier than risking people's lives with guns.

You're right, sage.

Listening to the conversation with that in mind, Lord Pean Vinegar found that recognition was more pervasive when he was not out of the territory while the pacification was taking place.

- My condolences to the Queen will be to prevent my daughters from moaning to the King's Capital, when I first solemnly stopped in the Territory.

- So, "Raw people who don't know what's going on," like you, Lordship Robrow would say he's impolite.

At the end of the day, the drunk who said, "I don't know the circumstances," stuffed Julian, apparently had something to do with Robrow, and said something to shelter Pean, the lord.

It seems that the other liquor-laden guests share the same opinion, and I know Lord Robrow is greatly admired by the people.

(But it's ironic how annoying it is to be disturbed by the most parental (fake) daughters, both from "outside" and admired by the inner inhabitants...)

To Julian, who doesn't have a family - who admires "there" lightly, it was also a bit of a chest ache story.

"You all love Lords of Robrow. A man falls in love with a man?"

If that's what you said, it must be! and voices fill the tavern at the same time.

With a laugh, the moment the tension and nothing disappeared, Julian touches with her fingertips picking a picture book that touches one booze after another.

- But the most man in love with that lord would be that "butler you".

The last one said that.

The person is also touched by a fingertip that pinches a page of a picture book, and Julian leaves the tavern behind.

"I also have to gather information about guns, but I knew people were going to be twisted.

Hey, "Eliphas." "

Julian talks as he serves a page of picture books on his chest.

- That picture book page has a "self"

From the moment I hear it from the wise man, the kind man is thoughtful, but gives a "name" to that one page.

- You're being cooperative because you're being kind to me.

Then this one is also the “ Floyline ”.

"To Robrow, the settled land, for Christ's sake."

Tell Kiza, "The Traveler" spanned the horse.