Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

My "first" memories were torn from my "home".

Disconnected under the blue sky by an atmospheric young man with a red scarf.

"This is the first time since I've been like this, and I'm so surprised that I look up from the hands of the person who did it.

The area around my eyes was red and swollen, and even I just got back to my "residence" and my consciousness was blurred, I thought, "Are you okay?"

Still, it also tells me that you think very "important" about me.

- What was this guy like to me?.

"Sir" hasn't been outside the door since he lived in a long time, and I thought you said that the key - people are "forbidden" to your big layer.

My husband, who was summoned using it, apparently fulfilled my wish that I was a "man," and as usual with a little tiredness, he and I were misplaced back in the door.

I'm me, I haven't woken up in this "residence" in a long time and I'm not sure what the situation is.

It's just clear that this is how I'm coming back into the book, which means that I've also been deprived of my "place" by people's hands.

- I'm used to it, though.

That's what I thought, and when I wanted to be stunned by people, the person who tore me apart - the man, "hugged" me on paper.

Geez, and hold on to me dearly, as I love you.

The heat and breath of a person's body rises even though it is a faint memory in my consciousness.

"... Eliphas..."

... that was my name when I was a "person" earlier?.

Yeah, if you're not Elinus or Eumenis, it doesn't look like you've been killed until you've been consecrated to the goddess this time.

Often, the name I was given when I was "killed" passes my "heart".

That was pressed for the reason of being a horrible goddess of vengeance called "Elinus". Killed, or "Eumenis". I hope you're thankful with the pitiful goddess - ultimately, "killed".

This man, maybe, is the one who loved me before he died.

But I'm sorry.

The only person I love is my husband.

With a little pity for the “ kind man ” who kept crying as he held me tight, I was held tight, though for a while, being a page in a picture book.

Then, for a while, I am "living in" - breaking up with the picture book that will be the door to calling my husband.

This shiny man, while cutting off one page of my part of the picture book, gave the picture book, "Home", to my blood family when I lived as a person as a shadow.

Especially not in a hurry.

Until a long time ago, when "something" was done with a promise made by my husband and "traveler," no matter what happens, "I will remain" I "in this world.

What I call "death" is not the end of existence.

And I don't even know what's going to be the "end" for me.

On leaving, through the door, I ask my husband if it is good to stay like this for now. Then you just replied, "It's not the" time of year, and it would be good once in a while, "so I follow suit.

[If the time is not right, everything is pointless, my wife]

It was just a little, like a tired husband's voice.

I can't help it, my husband really doesn't know where he is if he wants to see me.

The fact that it exists "somewhere" in this world seems to be confirmed, but there is not one of the sarcasms for knowing where it is (how to present only the fuyu * analogy and make it infer its righteousness indirectly).

My husband had a way to survive the immortality in exchange for his whereabouts, but he couldn't even find a clue.

I'll just think about what my husband said about “ meaningless ”.

For now, while my death is always treated as something that "makes sense", the four lives of sacrifice and my husband's existence - the key role that can only embody the shadow for a short time in this world.

I don't find it pointless to let your husband's “ power ” out into this world because I know in the time he spent “ as a person ” that it was an event close to a “ miracle ”.

I, in a person's calendar, embodied it a few times, but my husband only represented it a long time ago, as he seems to have done in old stories that people already say.

Born as a person, it becomes the "key to the door", and with the four sacrifices, I invite my husband outside the door to the world the shadow of, but because there is no "vessel" for him to stay, he only manifests himself in this world in the "shadow" which is proof of existence.

I say that the vessel will disappear, even if you try to use "man" just like me as a vessel, but you can't stand the size of your husband's presence.

[Sometimes in this day and age, there are vessels that can withstand my presence... Apparently, the ones on the brink of the traveler have turned the power of the vessel into a "box"]

When I spoke the word "box", my husband's voice, who is in the role of prime minister of hell, spoke hatefully.

[Now, whether there is a vessel or a key, I'm not unconscious...

Do you give up now that you didn't have the edge?

Then perhaps the next time you see it is when each owner finishes a person's "raw" from this world.

Until then, my wife.]

As I speak, I say a temporary farewell greeting to my husband separated from the door.

Yeah, sir, take it easy.

I also enjoy my husband "approved fire play".

Even after greeting my husband, the humans are still talking in a serious atmosphere.

Eventually, as a shadow when it was "Eliphas", I gave a picture book that served as a "door" in "residence" to someone who was my brother.

Then, the silver bullet that took my life - I stopped by the blacksmith in Inomachi a few days before I got here to cast it and give it what I had reshaped.

"Silver bullets - with colored bullets that symbolize my family… it's ironic"

With the stern voice of a man who said he was my brother, Julian's breasts in the holster convey a dokun movement.

The next moment, I reach out to my nostalgic trembling hand, and Julian - I've remembered his name in the last few days - takes out a weapon called a rare gun in this world that's always next to me, and puts it down.

"Please, judge me.

Shoot me through the chest with the same gun and send me back to her. "

Make me listen to Julian's heart as her husband helps her flirt with "Playing with Fire".

Oh, it doesn't make sense to say hello earlier when you die here.

With that in mind, I did have a feeling against Julian that I didn't want him to die.

I still don't know if that "I don't want you to die" feeling at that time meant anything to me or not.

Eventually, a man opened his mouth slowly that he was my brother.

"I'm a" gun brother, "and I'm going to punish you the hardest.

And I myself decided to bear the sin that inspired me to lose my sister '

... man, when you die, you die, bro.

In the holster where I accidentally "alone" after knowing I couldn't hear it. Yes, I shrugged.

When I returned to the "residence" called "picture book", I often have little memory of being a person, but my emotions sometimes remain fragmented.

I remember being "respectful" of someone who was my sister - supporting him.

... While I don't think I should regret the way I pushed and went, I regret "brother" left the spot without taking the gun Julian offered me.

The next day, Julian said goodbye in tears with his best friend before the journey began with me and the "two".

First he goes to meet his benefactor in his hometown.

Julian told me what she had done as she went wild to tell her benefactor.

After that, I want to help them.

Does that mean redemption for killing me?

But nothing in this world is going to help.

No matter how kind and good each of you is......

With all that sarcasm in mind, I was happy for Julian to do the "redemption".

In addition, I am relieved by Julian's face, who dearly always takes me out of the inside of the holster and stares at me with a very happy smile.

When I was a person, I was reminded that such a kind person must have loved me.

- Really, it's going to be "playing with fire" in a good way, sir.

With those words in his mouth, he was staring straight at me with a slightly uncut feeling, at the shiny young man back.

A few days later, Julian arrives safely in his hometown village, but a man named Benefactor comes across the entrance to the cave he used to live in as a traveler.

What's going on?

Julian said that and held onto the chest I was in.

Thus, the benefactor of traveling - called the "Wise Man" - had stepped off his horse and called him to rest.

While the benefactor's sage seemed seriously Julian was talking, I was just a little concerned about the home where "he" grew up, feeling like I was looking around, over the place where I could accommodate the atmosphere.

[Gun taken, taken. Unless you feel sorry to be robbed of the deterrent you built for them.

As a builder, you have to take responsibility]

Julian answered the benefactor, who spoke seriously about the weapon called a gun, nervously in the face, and said something to help herself.

The weapon under discussion seems to be a fairly dangerous tool, so you think you're not responsible for making it or something?

He's right next door to me, "he" seems to be, but how dangerous the hell is this iron chunk tool?.

Well, is it none of my business?

Then if you were looking at Julian's hometown again - and, uh, I feel a gaze.

The Lord of gaze, in the "Sage Hall" of Benefactors, I did receive the feeling of being stared at.

I'm "watching" me, even though I sincerely thank Julian for being helpful.

- What is it, and I stopped enjoying the atmosphere in Julian's hometown.

If in the holster of the gun he turned his consciousness to the wise man who was the benefactor who was asking about me, the "surveillance" gaze he felt disappeared, by the way.

- Someone like that benefactor, you know me.

If you're a strong magician, if you're living in a "picture book", you can use magic - I remember that the "husband" across the door sucks at random, so they sometimes noticed you existed.

But even if I could notice, most people wonder why I can't do anything about a picture book.

And the person who possesses the picture book that is the "residence" can't explain it in particular, but there has been one "for a long time", and it also treats me with a lot of importance.

Most importantly, there is probably no crude treatment on the side of the picture book because I'm there when I'm a person.

I have no memory of my husband when I was a person.

But "The Story Only I Can Read Then" plants a feeling of cherishing and loving a picture book on me in "People".

Oh, but Julian was able to read the "picture book" where he lived, too, so he broke the page where I was.

I wonder if it's a "condition" to be able to read that picture book.

This benefactor seems highly magical and knowledgeable like that, but he won't be able to read it.

Besides, I can't suck magic at my will.

Only with an extension of the "Prime Minister of Hell" consciousness, this page that becomes my part does not suck magic.

Though I don't remember much, when I was moving more, my husband had seen people's "memories of falling in love" in addition to magic, which was something they "chose" to smoke.

If I asked through the door, my sweet husband spoke to me.

[… "Love" burning power is above all innocent and insane and simply powerful.

Especially as much as it feels like someone you're in love with has a charismatic personality or someone you admire with faith.

"I want to be here," "I want to be admitted," full of energy for that feeling.

And it's easy to feed on beings like me]

I was aware of the laughter that was hidden in my husband's voice when I heard him through the door.

My husband laughs at himself - I know he's mocking himself.

It was conveyed through the door that my husband himself, the prime minister of hell, craves such power because he admires the monarch of hell more than anyone else.

I am not jealous of such a husband's relationship with a monarch.

Because I know you're the "husband" who welcomed me to his wife for being related to the Monarch in that way.

Sure, lately, when I was still someone called Eliphas, I was sucking on the magic of someone too neat with a brown face, that my husband was Julian's childhood friend.

Julian, as a shadow, immediately put me on the subject of whether my husband also wanted to talk to someone while carrying a picture book.

[I don't know what the edge of a man named Anglecomb is, but the colour of his skin is the angel of the earth, and his face is the face of the Angel of the Water... only, but still "man"?

You just don't seem to have feelings of love for anyone]

He also said that he tried to take magic to check the edges.

He told me with a little shame that it was a good quality magic, but not more or less.

Perhaps this man was disappointed at that time when he missed much of what he had hoped would be the thread that would lead him to the monarch who was looking for him to throw (let him) his place and position.

The presence of an "angel of water" was clearly said to have been close to the monarch his husband was looking for.

[You and the Angel of Water were close, too.

You, the water angel - Lord Gabriel, look just like the gentle part of the sky.]

My husband did not continue this story with an elegant grin on his wrinkled face while I was feeling mildly overwhelmed by what was said to be gentle.

If I'm being honest with you, I can't remember right now, I was curious about the existence of "Gabrielle" that we were close, but I can't ask you any more.

Although it's an important and lovely memory, the end of it is too spicy for my husband.

I could only get involved in seeing the end of the great battle.

My dear monarch, who fell with me, went missing, and my husband's face, which he seemed truly sorry for, even when he saw it for the first time then, he could not even speak to me.

Afterwards, while performing the role given to me, my husband searches for a monarch, and I will be caught in the brink of another man.

The world is rough, and each time I return to people more often, I finish the "role" and go back to the world of men in decades and again, "to be killed".

The world is so stupid and rough that when there is nothing a man can do about it, he lets the offering give his life.

On the criterion that life is honorable, when it comes to offerings, it is only the misfortune of the owner of the life to be offered.

A foolish age of overlapping dignity and misfortune, sacrificing it, trying to preserve the heart of a man's world.

I was built to reduce that sacrifice.

In retrospect, he was often "executed" as a "goddess of vengeance" back then.

Of those whose lives are cut off, I end that life with fear covering my whole body and wrapped in pity.

Most importantly, I tried so hard not to resent anyone.

Because if you say "grudge" here, it will only give rise to a new negative chain.

He was chosen by the public to give his life only to relieve great anxiety when people could no longer handle the vices of the world within themselves.

When the world was restless "for a while and her husband only held people in his arms.

A traveler showed up and took a “ deal ” to his husband.

Although I couldn't listen to him, he was a somewhat impressive laugher at [ahhhhhhhhh].

And my husband accepted, and I followed it, too.

I wish my husband's power would come true.

So if the magical person Julian and I are talking to now finds out about me and leads to something "getting in the way" of my husband, I think we need to do something about it.

Though I tried to get myself together, the person I was told was a benefactor had nothing more to look at than me, so I kept talking to Julian.

[Well, that was hard for both Julian and the separated Gloriosa... and the new priest...]

The words to Julian called by the benefactor sage were gentle voices, which are also conveyed to me in my chest worrying about him.

I don't hate being nice.

I still loosen my guard against a benefactor who gently labors Julian for liking me for being a person, although I am a short relationship.

Maybe it's simply the same magical people we've had, and it's just something I've been wondering about.

A benefactor sage listens carefully to Julian as he makes his journey.

Julian told me that the villagers had been sacrificed after the National Army attacked the village they had taken care of and received the most help in the village, including the families of those who had newly joined the ranks of the determinants.

Even though my broken arm was almost completely healed, I took a victim from the village that cooperated with me.

He was apologizing to his benefactor for making "the most heinous weapon" for himself who couldn't use magic, but couldn't save the innocent by doing so.

To the words of apology, the wise man shook his head slowly, left and right, in the hood he was wearing for his journey support.

[What, the gun is not "magic".

It's no different than a physical attack with the ultimate flying tool.

So, if there's a lot of defenseless people, unless you use even "Big Magic," the village will really have more victims than the ones who survived.]

From what Julian told me, I guess I can feel "other events", but that's all a wise man said that he was a benefactor.

I made a big magic or some weird analogy, but maybe I'm the one from people - and I'm figuring out what my husband did.

'Cause Chillari and I were looking at me again.

... Though I may just care because I seem like someone with magic powers.

I think so, because I was immediately out of sight and talking to Julian again.

[If you did it to me, I don't think I'd blame myself that much... if Julian feels comfortable with it, then you should.

I just really appreciate you helping me find my gun.]

In the end, he broke up with someone like Sage, promising to keep in touch.

Until the end, don't go deep into what Julian told you, just talk about the topical "gun retrieval" procedure and leave the scene.

That's how in earnest, Julian and I started our "two-man" journey.

Look for guns and I'll travel with Julian all over the country.

There was really less information than I thought, and if I had heard one of the four seasons around Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter about it, it felt like I could spend two seasons and finally grasp its authenticity.

In the meantime, of course, Julian may be crushing forces that threaten to take revenge on the determinants in order to help his people.

The wise man to contact me, about once or twice during the season, also gave me a status update, rather than a magically elephant white dove informing me when I thought, "Maybe he died on the journey?".

It seems that gun information is also difficult to gather over there, and in one way or another, there seems to have been a lot of information to report on the activities of the determinants.

Julian also used his empty report and entrusted it to the demon to fly, looking delightfully at the activities of the childhood familiars.

In these days, I see the strength and horror of a weapon called a gun.

Though I had intended to exist in this world for a long time, I was surprised by its power.

The words that that wise man likens to "the ultimate flying tool" are also convincing enough.

I also saw several times where Julian, who has no magic at all, knocks his opponent out after flirting with him enough if he's a magical user in line.

And I also knew that such a weapon could cause the other person to be buried without much suffering, and as a person who was always in pain at the time of death, on the contrary, it seemed to me to be a very gentle weapon.

Sometimes, instead of using a gun, I use a slingshot that makes me an improved weapon, so much so that I can do my mercenary work with it if I need it enough.

On the arm of the gun, I spend some time with Julian, wondering if I could admit it while people, or think in the holster.

When we spent those days together, information came to us that a new companion had entered the battalion.

Until the name, I don't know.

It's just that the hearsay features a tall, gray-haired person, a coat-wrapped person and a boy who's always beside him who's "very good at magic".

I can tell Julian doesn't care about any of those ″ new helpers ″ rumors, and I'm depressed by what I've heard.

I'm trying to convince myself that since I heard the rumors, "I don't care," I've been telling myself, "Gloriosa and the others would rather have a helper who can use magic, too."

With all due respect, the inferiority that didn't suit Julian always swelled in the corner of his mind.

If you've heard of my best friends' "dependable companions," I can't help but feel lonely.

I know very well that I was beside my husband, who presided over the feeling of "jealousy".

- Underlying the jealousy is "loneliness," my wife.

My husband told me kindly when he welcomed me to his wife the fear that I thought was my only place, but it would go away.

The figure that sadly tells us that some people can't properly convey the jealousy and the fear that their place will be taken away from loneliness, and that they will run wild, was the King himself, who gave his wisdom.

Think of it, my husband is acting with Julian's people, so he's probably meeting those "two" guys.

Like Julian looking for a gun, her husband was looking for a "vessel" to embody in this world.

As long as it is embodied, the life expectancy of a person's body becomes possible, but it is easier to move around.

Yeah, but the talent of being a vessel said I was trapped in a box or something... no, I couldn't help but wonder if Julian wasn't hurt when I remembered my husband like this.

But I know Julian can't put that on the surface and hit eight, he's a sweet guy.

At the very least, the salvation was that the wise man of the benefactor, who teaches us the activity of the deciding army, would not tell any story of that helper.

Julian is just a little surprised to hear Gloriosa and the others work, but at some point I feel like I can't hang up with her, even though it hurts my chest to talk about the helpers.

- I will also enjoy my husband's "approved fire play".

I'm violently upset as I say that myself.

But I really don't like someone named sweet Julian getting hurt.

With that feeling in mind, I, Julian, continue my journey.

Yeah, well, maybe once, you fought a life-threatening battle with an amazing magician.

Other than that, nothing particularly big happened and Julian just kept searching for guns.

Well, in the end, I couldn't find the gun.

And then there were some seasons around again, and this leaning country - it was flattened to the point.

By the time we first met, Julian, who seemed to look good with the word youth, was also dressed quite well with tannic flavors.

Well, it's still going to take a while for your husband's "Romance Grey" though.

On Julian's head, which became quite nice with the addition of tannins, extra paper put joyful words on it and sprinkled all over the country.

″ Gloriosa Sunflower, the new king! ″

Julian smiled happily if she reached for one of those dancing pieces of paper and held onto it.

"Congratulations, Gloriosa, Trenia, Anglecam...... Father.

Now, don't be a country where people can live like people. "

That's what I said, smiled at Nihil, put him in the wind, and let go of the extra paper.

- Congratulations, Julian.

I wholeheartedly celebrate Julian Zaheto, brother of guns, inside his holster.

Even he must be one of the men of honor who brought this country to peace.

At least, I always let you see me work very hard for you, so if Julian hears my words, and I humble him, I won't withdraw them.

"... Eliphas, can we redeem a little now?"

"Yeah, enough." And if it was what people looked like, I could tell them right away.

If I could, I wanted to put my words in my mouth and tell them.

It's a little hard for you to just exist without being able to convey these thoughts, even with a life that doesn't end.

"Now that we're at peace, mercenary work will be reduced."

As Julian strengthens, I feel his loneliness as I look up at the extra paper that says and dances, my chest hurts.

Should I at least call it comfort, Julian's work immediately - that mercenary operations have increased shortly after the peace, as opposed to decreasing.

The country doesn't settle in an instant, does it?

I wonder if this is the privilege of living on a "different axis of time" than a person. In my experience, when a country is doing this, people who come up with "cunning" things definitely knew they would come out.

Of course, I know the country is moving politically (that is, every time) to "calm" because it has stabilized, but there are no big villains who are proud of their "power" to keep the law in place and, above all, to control small evils.

In these circumstances, a small, cunning villain spreads to the public for "hours" before heading to peace.

It seems that Celisanceum, this country, fits most of the time, and although it is calm, it is not fussy enough for the country, but small crimes were occurring.

So, from the petty little rich people, there's a job on the baton for "Julian Zaheto, a mercenary who uses amazing magic," my gun brother.

"Oh, man, I appreciate you not losing your" Beware Bar "job, but I'm flat in the corner."

I labored him when Julian took on the job, laughing painfully, smiling unexpectedly in my heart and struggling.

But it was a pleasure for me to have him where I needed him.

And after about two more seasons, Julian honestly rejoices in the eye-catching tale of the familiar - apparently, getting married to one another, who is now king of the country, and also having children, and hears yet another.

What I found out from listening was that Julian was celebrating his opponent's - "girl" more than he was familiar with when he was going to get married.

The girl's opponent was the angel of the earth with the colour of her skin, which her husband said at the beginning of the reunion, and her face was the Anglecomb of the temple of the Angel of the Water... "? Sounds like someone like that.

Has Park Min decided to be ready?

Like a child, I know it's in his chest that I'm really happy, though I say it in a bad way.

I'm such a Julian, but I was also a little stunned to move with Kosokoso in a habit where my customers refused to invite me to go celebrate King's Capital with them.

I've redeemed enough, so I can show myself.

"But I knew it would be bad for your brother... the priest, right?

Huh? You hear my voice - it's coming through?.

I had such a pale "expectation," but that was just an overlapping time to think.

Julian was singing his nose, thinking about what to do with his gift, and was beginning to make his way to the king's capital.

[Then perhaps the next time each owner finishes a person's "raw" from this world]

I wonder if Julian and I will ever talk to each other again if his life is over.

I wonder if this man will finish what a man's life is to redeem himself.

If my husband were beside me, he would answer my words with wisdom.

As I squirm beside the gun holster, Julian arrives in the Wang capital the day before the wedding takes place.

Wang Du is a national hero and a prime minister's wedding, and in the evening he is busy with such things as the "eve festival".

With a pleasant voice, you can hear the night market overflowing with people over the holster.

"Well, this guy looks like he's having fun. Reminds me of the Village Festival... Oh, yeah. I wonder if there's a store there."

With that said, Julian moves to a busier place.

In a square where all the stores open, in a prize game store with a fairly expensive slingshot of one game of silver coins, I was trying to do something that if I hit the prize and dropped it, I would get it.

Apparently, the prizes range from a prize where one game is one silver coin and the smallest one is one small gold coin to a prize where you want to see the best (if real) one large gold coin.

It seems like a lot of other people challenge me even though it's expensive.

However, if the prize didn't fall even if I hit it, and I complained, "The prize is fancy," the store owner misled me.

Twenty people tried and it feels like the smallest prize is finally falling.

If Julian sees the owner of the store overflowing with silver coins, he's already taken them, and he whines a little, takes one medium coin out of his pocket, and gives it to the owner.

Give me ten shots.

Then someone who made him hit three times, but couldn't drop the prize, better stop him, and he'll move on.

Julian laughed brightly as the store owner spoke out and an evil air flowed to Russia to stop the business from getting in the way.

Well, if you knocked him out, you'd better.

With those words, the bread sounded lighter, a prize Julian could never defeat before - firstly, shooting down a pedestal with a "gold ring" with a bullet in a slingshot.

I dropped the prize first.

As the surroundings calmed down for a moment, Julian said frankly, Oyaji took the gold ring off the pedestal he was decorating and gave it to him as he rounded his eyes.

Even I in the holster found the owner confirming that heavy stones were planted on the pedestal and were not supposed to fall down normally.

Julian picks a gold ring on his long finger - and puts it next to me.

It was like a pong and gold ring was given to me.

Thank you. Shall we go to the next one?

Julian told him to be nothing and again played a pan lighter sound, releasing a bullet from the slingshot.

Shoot down all the expensive prizes with the items on display one after the other with a slingshot.

In the beginning it was quiet, but as Julian shot down the prize, the cheer rose among the guests.

To that voice, Julian laughs nicely and tells me that things are starting to get better.

Well, here's the climax. "

If you had such a dialogue with Kiza, the last ten rounds shot down the "gold bracelet", which is clearly stated as one with a large gold coin.

People other than Oyaji who open the store cheer at the same time as Waaaaaa.

In the next moment Julian was busy being hugged or hi-touched by people he met for the first time.

I, too, rejoiced with Julian whenever he was given a word of praise.

I'll be back at the festival again, and if Julian leaves with a shot down prize, don't ever come back to the store again! He dropped me off, along with the word "off"!

The other guests said goodbye in honor of a traveler who would introduce himself as an accidental visitor on a journey with a uniform thumbs up to Julian trying to leave the spot.

Well, I guess I'll trade this for gold.

If you go into an alley where the bare lines seem a little off, if you look around, find "those stores" and swap small windows for con and expensive prizes for gold through simple negotiations.

"Uh, this, too."

The last time I dropped it, Julian stops trying to redeem the gold bracelet.

I put it next to me, I knew the gold ring wasn't meant to be redeemed from the start, but the gold bracelet seemed lost coming here.

"... I wonder if there's any use for it."

That said, Julian turns his gaze toward the gold ring beside me.

"It just feels right at the same time..."

Well, the other prizes were decorative and unnecessary for a man.

If it was about a gold bracelet, wouldn't Julian be able to put it on?.

Julian ended up voicing "no" to the voice of whether to redeem or not.

Well, it might help.

That said, throw the gold bracelet in the bag unwrought and redeem all the rest.

Wouldn't you wear your own bracelet?.

Sure, it's a simple design that seems more suitable for someone with a successful body to wear.

In the end, when he had temporary income of about two large gold coins, Julian bought rare and superior liquor and also two beautiful glasses at the closing liquor store where he was open extended in a festive mood.

What are you doing with two glasses?

Neither does it feel like staying in a decent place because you had extraordinary income or like staying in a bare place at all times.

Oh, but you're using the "festival effect" to set a slightly higher price for your stay.

Hey, I hear a light hustle and bustle because it's an inn standing along a road with lots of people, but the innkeeper explains.

Then, Julian, as usual, was "better than Gloriosa snoring." So I gave him a childhood name, and he was laughing.

Then, just a little rush to suppress my licence and give me a bitter laugh.

"... the name of the new king is the same as the country's childhood friend, so I'm in trouble."

The innkeepers, oh well, where they're grinning bitterly, are early tomorrow morning, so put a brief breakfast at the entrance, please, and I'll say it sooner and pay extra.

Because extraordinary income came in, Julian, don't you behave a little too big?.

Or is the name Gloriosa meant to deceive me into giving it away?

If you walked into the room early, I'd unload my stuff, hoping for God's sake.

I locked it and then immediately opened the window in the room.

"Still bright..."

I wonder if time is time for kids, time for bed, time for adults to drink slowly.

The view from the window is that the castle town at night is gorgeous, although the child is disappearing.

"He's a hero, he's a prime minister, and he's probably the best colored man in the country."

Indeed, officials of the peace have been invited from all over the country.

In a way, it's our first festival since the country settled down, so we're all happy. "

It's like talking to herself like she explains to me, and then Julian tries to get two pistols that she always wears without letting go of her skin, like a holster accident.

Naturally, I thought I'd leave too, but Julian placed only me and the gold ring on the sleeping pillow politely for his hand as if it always mattered.

And by the window with the gorgeous evening view, he spreads and puts me on a page of "picture books" that are usually folded.

Apparently, the ring is held in Julian's hand, and I'm going to cut one by the window.

Oops, we need to keep it from flying in the wind.

That being said, he put the tall glass I bought earlier at the liquor store when it was closing, heavily stoned towards the corner where my figure was not depicted.

So, it's a corner.

In addition, I poured the expensive liquor I had just bought into a glass that made a pounding noise and unlocked it to keep me down.

And in the other glass, he poured liquor and hit my glass and my cock.

Here, I realized Julian was giving his childhood friends a "celebration cup" with me.

Congratulations, Balsam on Angletham.

Congratulations, Julian's childhood friend.

I, too, drank Julian's liquor in one breath after dating Julian's words.

"Good for you... I really liked Anglecomb..."

Yes, it is.

I'm sure it's about the sweet Julian, so I guess he was supporting the best possible childhood familiarity with Angletham or whatever girl he liked.

"Nevertheless, Anglecomb proposed well."

The name sounds good, but I don't even know the character, I wonder how sturdy the person is.

If I was thinking about that, there would be a little noise with Catan and something small on top of me.

A gold ring rode around my depicted left hand.

"I'm the first to confess, but I'm the last to propose.

Me and my family, "Eliphas." "

I know he's a romantic, kizzy, gentle, lonely guy since the first time he was “ hugged ”.

So now you're familiar with kids, and all your best friends have made a family, and you're just lonely and doing this all by yourself, right?, Julian.

Because the color you give to those who want you to be a family is supposed to be "silver".

So it's golden to give your lover, isn't it?

The piece of paper made me diligently mislead my chest ache without shape or appearance by spewing out words that could not have sounded.

Julian touched my cheek with a piece of paper painted at her fingertips so that she could see through my “ confusion ” like that.

Slowly with his fingertips, he can stroke around his cheeks.

There can't be a feeling, but the warmth is telling me.

Sorry for all the inconsistencies, out of order and timing.

I try so hard to tell myself that this is Julian talking to himself.

"But not as a lover, but as a wife, I thought if I had told you then, you wouldn't just nod.

Besides, formal marriage has to come after a country like now, right?

If you're not talking to yourself, because this is a word directed at his lover who was his "man".

"So first of all, lover.

But I wanted you to be my family, and I was going to give you the first silver in the colour of "family".

If I don't, I won't tell you what I really mean about Eliphas.

Really in my heart, I couldn't wait for you to be a family.

I couldn't tell you at the time of the confession, but I'm the only one in my crew who doesn't know my blood connected family. "

Yes, it is.

Someone who couldn't possibly hear my words, who had no shard of witchcraft talent, also nodded, at a time when it was as if he understood everything.

"Well, Gloriosa's father is a fool, Angletham is a concubine, and Trenia may be unfriendly with her parents, but I'm really jealous that I know" Blood Connected Parents. "

Then he poured alcohol into the glass and stirred it up all at once, exhaling puha.

Besides magic, you had that inferiority, Julian.

I wonder if this is really something you won't know except me in this world.

Once again, when Julian poured a bottle of booze into the glass, the booze was empty.

And over the glass, see "I" again.

"Yeah, but after we got married, I thought it might be a good idea to give him the gold.

Even my family, be my eternal lover, like. "

To this, don't hesitate, I laugh.

At the end of the day, it's gonna be "Kizza," but I like that sweet Julian.

So, really, it's been a while since I've used my powers alone.

I think of that idea.

Without my husband, I can't do this on my own, but maybe this Julian Zaheto guy is gonna hang out with him until he's finished raw.

Only once, for this kind man.

But without a little more "darkness" filling this world, my power is unlikely to be able to come out to this world.

Well, when the dates change enough, the festive castle towns will be about streetlights on boulders, so let's wait until then.

After I made that decision, Julian had his last drink and then closed the window.

"... I have to go to the florist first thing in the morning"

With that said, I avoided the glass and tried to wrap the ring around "in me," this time in my bag.

Just next to me and the ring, there's a gold bracelet.

Then the ring and bracelet started the conversation in a language that was not communicated to people, and I was surprised by Russia.

More wrapped rings and bracelets tell an unexpected story.

They say this gold ring and bracelet were originally the same chunk.

It was dug out and we broke up in the form of these ornaments, but thanks to Julian, we were happy and grateful to be together.

The thankful person is trying to get herself together and get some sleep.

Before entering the bedroom, he took me out of the bag again with a little hesitation.

The ring I was trying to wrap around, I guess I took it out and didn't think about it, but it kept me right next to my bracelet.

He also conveys his gratitude to me in silent words.

"The momentum of booze, the child stained munchies, let's do it."

Without showing such gratitude, he grabbed me, one page of the picture book, and had been in the booze, and the "traveler" immediately fell asleep.

After a few hours, eventually, the room is full of darkness.

I, using my natural power - emerged in the darkness as the "" Eumenis "pitiful goddess".

Use as much magic as I can to be aware of the same appearance depicted on one page of the picture book.

And just a little bit, but imagine the witch costume of the family of the goddess of the earth that she is the "Lord of salvation" of this world, and become so.

Because Julian is waiting for the "Eliphas" in this look.

Slowly wake your body up on the floor of a room occupied by darkness.

It's a little bit heavy if you tried to move your body because there was a distance between sleeping Julian.

Without a medium that serves as a "vessel" in this world, I am reminded that it is really hard just to "exist" in this way.

It seems that the chain of "concepts" of the world, which only acknowledges my existence according to the rules, serves as a fine little chain, tying my body.

"Eumenis, the pitiful goddess."

Ask for that help conveniently, put that name on me, who was only a man, and use it as a sacrifice for our salvation. It annoys me that consciousness tries to portray Eliphas.

- I'm sorry, I just want to exist right now, just for someone who lies alone and sleeps.

In kind words, he tried to weaken the power of the chain, which he tried to bond to me for salvation, but it did not weaken.

I stare at someone lying in the darkness seeking "Eliphas" after a small sigh.

Julian's tender and sad "solitary", whining in giving pleasure to "what a new family can do" all over the country, rises in me.

- Really, in my heart, I couldn't wait for you to be a family.

- At that time, I couldn't tell you when I confessed, but I'm the only one in my crew who doesn't know my blood-connected family.

- I'm really jealous that I know a "blood connected parent".

If I were alive, I would have made a family with blood connections for you.

If you had a daughter, you could easily imagine calling her "Floyline."

You, drowning in such a "gentle and dreamy dream", give me strength in the darkness tied to a small chain.

I want to acknowledge and honor those who did the hardest and saddest thing for me and then didn't escape.

"I couldn't give you gold or silver..."

Really, accidental bedtime remarks.

But a sincere groan of remorse.

And to me - one way or another, the "nightmare" spirits that are on my husband's side - people who are called "demons" whisper and tell me.

Decades and this human being has been suffering from "nightmares," and we just don't need it.

The role of being, defined as a demon, is to make people aware of sin "as God's proxy" and not to cause them to sin like they must punish people twice.

It's just that the "punishment" is coercive but some people need it, others don't need it at all.

Still, God tries to punish "equality" equally.

- If you realise your sins yourself, repent enough, and dedicate the rest of your life's light to "redemption," can you give me the miracle of forgiveness?

If the angel most loved by God appealed to God for forgiveness, he was branded "arrogant" and disappeared from this world.

The one who complained about it was the one whose husband wanted to help even if he lost his place.

That one, too, felt this way, and with that in mind, I speak to this world to make my loved ones' luggage - to lighten the burden of sin.

"That's enough, Julian."

Feeling something called burning pain, I become "Eliphas" and squeeze out words to forgive my lover into this world.

And then I turn to my overlapping, invisible chains, lying in the darkness beside my sleeping lover.

But we begin to "forgive" ourselves and further fine chains from the darkness.

Unexpectedly, I struck my tongue.

"Don't lick it," no matter how convenient "goddess" is born out of people just to reassure the human mind.

Pull off the convenient sweet "chain" and walk like a drag on your foot, "now" by the sleeping side of your loved one.

The mass that I made with my own magic to exist is taken away every time I tear the chain apart.

Every time they take it away, they try to spin a history in which the existence of my sacrifice is treated as "salvation" at will.

"I don't want to forgive or help, just pray - even those who don't redeem themselves, without effort!

With the pain of being able to burn again, the fine chains disappear at the same time if you utter words far from being called "goddess of mercy" in a small plundering voice.

If you put "reality" in your mouth, you can't even have the power to keep your body motionless and prayer commandments just in your mouth that bind me.

But it's "admirable," which is the same as denying the existence of "me."

At once, my presence - I'm going to lose my appearance.

Not that the bondage is gone, but that the "bondage being" - "me" is just about to disappear.

It is the power of thought and imagination that the elephant creates, in a world that feeds, the thoughts that underlie it - even in the sweet prayer of other forces, if lightened, "equal," God takes power away from "things that lighten thoughts."

That, even in how much loved beings were, equally.

- I wonder why the "present (depression)" of those who desperately strive and those who just wish is the kind of people who will benefit the same as a result, Belseble.

- I only see "results," so what do you think of the view that those who strive seem to have lost, Lord?

Far back in the day, words spoken to my husband to divulge the dissatisfaction he had, even though the "Lord" who had come to see me called him a consultation, come back to life in me about to disappear.

My husband had the "same feeling" even though it was a word to gently forgive the "master" who said dissatisfied.

At that time, I knew I would refrain from standing beside you as my wife.

And the "Lord" also seemed to know that his husband was putting out words of praise for himself in his position.

With her beautiful, fierce, empty eyes narrowed, her beautiful blonde hair rocked and her pristine face made to resemble the figure of a man created by God, the Lord continues to speak to her husband.

- Then what if those who worked hard were dissatisfied with the result?.

- That applies to the definition of arrogance that comes to mind, my Lord, if even a person is a little old, such as, "If you strive, everything pays off".

If his husband had returned it that way, the Lord exhaled his breath much smaller.

- Okay, let's take a breather. Eliphas, make me some tea.

I follow my honesty and the Lord smiles.

If you mean "background", your husband has been in this world for a long time and was considered one of the many "gods".

One day, the expression "God" applies in the same way - he said that someone with powerful powers appeared in the world who only applied such an expression.

He made an object called paradise in this place, which is a wide world, and created a "man" who imitates the likeness of God in a world where there is only nature and the Spirit.

At the same time, God, like men, imitated himself and created an elephant.

He said that his presence gave him a dazzling, star-like glow in the night sky, a mighty power, and a beautiful "twelve blades".

I am asking my husband that it seems that he made it as a twin, as a "god" standing in heaven - as his own "use".

At first sight with her twin brothers, her husband said she had a conversation with the presence of her twin brother.

Twins, so those two beings had beautiful blonde hair, empty eyes, and a neat face exactly the same.

Even though he was just in the exact same shape, his brother said he tried to hide behind his back while pulling on his brother and didn't even exchange words.

- We will watch over the paradise the Father created, using it to replace the Father, who is now in heaven.

- Nice to meet you.

After being firmly greeted by the "brother", the husband said that he had never seen the equivalent of "God", who created a place for a man named Paradise and changed his place of residence to heaven.

The twins, who would thus be "used with God the Father" in heaven, managed the paradise in which men lived and entrusted them with various things, as in the place of God.

Eventually, after all sorts of events, which happened to my twin brother, he became my husband's "master" - rather than settled into the form that my husband accepted the status quo.

Nevertheless, from the existence of the same position that is called by the world to be the same "God" as himself, the Creator - in a sense, also a "family member" of the acquaintance.

That explains even more how my husband feels that I am wondering why I rise to the position of "Lord" and what hooks me up.

When it comes to power, the twin brothers, with the power of the star that will be the Lord, have had the same power as their husband, who is God, since that time.

And "entrusted to God, the Father," my husband said that the work he was doing was brilliant.

Honest and upright, the husband was beginning to think that he would try to do what was given with intelligence and, above all, overflowing confidence, that he wanted to do something with that figure.

In addition, after a long time, the existence of a "person" began to chill out in history somewhere, in that way, the flow of recognizing the relationship between her husband and her twin brother.

And in addition to the record of "history" by people, it becomes an anecdote and a relationship begins to be created with that elephant.

The husband said that before he met the Lord, before he was recognized by men, he was called in the name of the "Venerable Lord" or "Lord of the High Hall".

And indispensable for farming, he said, it was his original husband's role to preside over the power of storms and benevolent rain.

Long ago, a god called Sir by another name said that a rich god who rains grace in winter was who he really was.

However, the presence of a meeting human being with the Lord appeared, the action of "describing" was taken, a record was made, the way the name "Belzeble" was called permeated, and it was beginning to be engraved as history.

If they are engraved and recognized, their - "human" representation will lead to proof and appreciation of their husband's presence in this world.

After such a history, her husband said, she saw that in history "the god of heights, Berzebul," and existence had been fixed.

If you want to go, your husband still has the power to behave as the original God to the world, and to make people change their perceptions.

None of them, their husbands who did not like rough things, corrected or denied that they had been so described to people.

How did you accept it as it was? and hear that far, and once I asked, I would gently raise the edge of my mouth up.

- The real name, the role, if anyone you want me to remember remembered, that's fine.

Seeing my face, my husband smiled gently, whispering a “ real name ” in my ear, telling me.

- Let me tell you this only to you who will be my partner.

That's what he told me as he looked at the landscape of the world he was delivering as a "god" as he seemed to love it from the time of sunset, high places.

- If this is how you can stay peacefully in this place with your loved ones, I don't mind.

Slowly, holding my shoulder, which at the time had just become "my wife," he said so, staring together at the Lord, who was instantly in the western sky in the evening and darkness.

- I shine as powerfully as a star, and the twin brothers are terribly attracted to the "Belseble God of the Heights".

Speaking of knowing, I laughed and looked up at the Lord with me again, both of us.

My husband said that if he wanted to support the management of "paradise" entrusted to him by his father, "God", than he was God, I wouldn't mind that.

I do not regret that I chose my husband and his "path".

In the beginning, as a matter of fact, my husband would also like to feel the twin brothers, who have now ordained themselves Lord, as businessmen if I were to be honest.

The reason is that when he met him, he suddenly came to his ruling land, feathering twelve wings, and suddenly threw questions at him.

- Too reluctant, but I swayed my golden hair into the blue sky and wind, my empty eyes sucked, and it came through so much that I expected it from myself, Eliphas.

My husband laughs bitterly and talks to me, remembering what happened at the time.

But it also seems like a lot of fun, so if I rushed ahead of the conversation, you'd be happy to continue.

- Once I answered politely, I laughed with great pleasure, and then after apologizing for my sudden disrespect, please state why I came politely.

The Lord ruled the paradise entrusted to him to administer, and within watching the “ man ”, he said, wanting to ask someone what he thought was purely strange, but he didn ’ t know the kind of being that would take the conversation.

"God", who will be the Father of the Lord, will speak about his role, but he says he has never responded to a query before.

- I love you, my son.

I don't answer the query, but I just put the word that there is "love" and say nothing more.

- She couldn't ask any more about why.

That's what my husband said in his voice, thinking of the Lord and including labor.

For once, even when the Lord asked his twin brother, who was an "equivalent" being, he shook the two faces of the melon to the left and right and bowed down seemingly unsure.

- There's no way I can do something, even though my all-powerful brother can't give me an answer.

In the very same face as the Lord, he said that he was in charge of a fire that showed power to men in paradise, but that he was at last "dissatisfied" with the fact that he was worried about his brother, far from it, and could not ask for an answer.

[Then it seems that Lord Belseble at height, who is in a western place in this world, carries the knowledge.

You should ask her, she might not answer your question, but she'll think about it with you.]

From wonder to doubt, he went on to advise his husband to be a counselor, with grief, a fellow ruling the "star-powered" Lord's seemingly paradise, laughing niggly.

The Lord explained to his husband that it was made after the twins who responded that the wings were different in number but grew on their backs in the same way.

His role, which he taught me, is, of course, the "use" of God, the Father in Heaven, but he says he plays a role in presiding over information in conjunction with the movement of the winds of the world.

So it seemed that the fact that it was "Belseble, God of the heights," as well as the spirits who make the world, knew the information of the wise king and his worshipped husband, and "proceeded" to the Lord.

″ Belzeble, the god of heights who listens to you and responds to you ″

If you heard such a story, you couldn't really contain your feelings.

That's what the Lord said to his husband after he finished talking about everything, glowing his empty eyes.

Hearing that, my husband couldn't help laughing when he understood that the Lord was just asking what he wanted to ask about something of real interest, like the presence of a young child of man.

You remembered it as you spoke to me again, laughing happily and telling me more about the story that was supposed to support the Lord.

After finishing the talk of the “ question ”, he narrows his empty eyes satisfactorily, carefully thanking the “ god at height ” with his knowledge, and saying his praises.

- Lord Belseble is in a place called Boulder, the same "God" as my father.

Then, with a slight blur, I ask my husband.

- If it was good, could I continue to ask you this way?.

My husband said he was comfortable with it.

It was a pleasure to talk to the Lord, so he said there was nothing else.

- I just want to talk more than I expected! "because you're visiting me in the West Lands.

After finishing managing paradise, feathering wings in the west sky, and not busy because they fly in, she eventually started visiting the Lord from her husband.

- I'm never arrogant, and I guess the consideration of reluctance has been distracted from that one by the feeling of "because I want to know".

I smiled unexpectedly when I heard the kind words, which I could say because I looked back on meeting the Lord and was a knowledgeable and tolerant husband.