Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

[- That it was worth it for me and you to make sure that his record was uninterrupted, whether it was called "demon" as a forbidden technique, in a world where what you call magic faded or went]

The head of your husband's shadow, looks up.

I look at the ceiling of the inn room, but I can see my husband watering it down and staring at heaven.

... that the missing Angel of the Stars will show up in this world?

Unexpectedly, if I put it in my mouth as I thought it would be, Silhouette's husband stops looking up at me.

[Possible... definitely.

But it's possible, but I can't say for sure.

It's just a miracle to me that that possibility even came out of this world]

My shadow husband was trembling.

I don't even think about what goodbye came to my husband and the angel of the stars after that struggle.

However, the husband had given the traveler a contract because even the place where the record remained as his "God" existed in a way that was forever close to this world.

That and this, to reunite with the angels of the stars who have become lords of hell after fallen into heaven.

Really, if the angel of the stars has had the opportunity to meet my husband, I would like to help you with anything.

If Uriel wants to come out with a vessel of men to prevent the angels of the stars from coming out into this world, I don't mind intercepting them with the body of a man's sacrifice.

Besides, her husband's vessel here is enough to help Julian's best friends.

If I sacrifice, and my husband delivers to the vessel, even angels who can carry the power of earth and lava, can't win unless Gabrielle's "gift of vessels" is strong enough to become the father of this country.

[... Wife, I'm glad to hear it, but don't deviate. We're still talking about possibilities.]

My husband put a word of forgiveness in his mouth and put his hand on my shoulder so that he could point it at himself in a way.

[But this one calmed me down because you, my wife, are better off than me.

And then we'll ask when it's settled. You will not hesitate to fight Uriel.

But if Gabriel comes out, can you fight?.

Perhaps I was born as the son of your lover's best friend, and it becomes someone who looked like an adorable angel]

In the voice of my sober husband, that much gushed against Uriel, my enemies lurk at once.

- Then let Eliphas be my best friend, too, yeah, let's do that.

Kind, the voice of an angel is also part of my essence, a reminder of emotion.

[... even during the Battle of Fallen Heaven, an angel who remembers kindness and waves a sword that cares for this one.

Even if we don't remember each other, pitiful you and Gabrielle, if we reunited as people and exchanged words, we would still hold each other's feelings of fraternity soon]

Yes, that's right, sir.

I'm sure, "first time" as a person, but if I came across something that made me look beautiful and gentle, I could see I'd be attracted.

Gabriel and I honestly didn't want to fight.

[You and Gabriel still don't even have vessels, so maybe it's too soon to talk about this, but it's not a loss to think about it]

I feel my husband's power weaken when he tells me that as if to comfort me.

I don't have time for this anymore, okay?

[The painting book that will be your home will remain in this Wang capital for a while.

If you freed my power through the vessel when you came into contact with the vessel during the final battle for peace, it would be alarming to the "husband" of the vessel.

Originally, Eliphas' brother, a figurative object, was to be controlled by the man who became king in this country]

That's what my silhouette's thinning husband told me, and I nodded.

My figure is also trying to get back to page one of the picture books on Julian's pillow.

"Tonight," after the wedding, I will suck people's memories with the power of my picture book, with the flat memory of Pean Vinegar, the master of vessels.

In doing so, I will probably be able to grasp Gabrielle's details when I make contact with someone named Angletham and Balsam who will be Gabrielle's parents]

But I guess, tomorrow - isn't it?

You won't get to hear that as you will travel immediately after giving it today and embark on another journey with Julian to collect guns all over the country.

Even if my husband gets the details. The next chance to see him is probably a few years - maybe a decade or so has passed.

By then Gabrielle will be in vessels, and it is quite possible that I am born in the service of the Sacrifice.

[... I don't know about that.

I don't know if you could have been born sooner than I expected, but perhaps this man will visit this land again, at the latest, within five years.]

- How is that, sir?.

[The life of a man named Trenia is not long anymore]

When briefly asserted, shock runs into my memory and mind of "Eliphas" as a person.

And I accidentally stared at Julian sleeping beside me.

[As a person, you may be someone who has the power to be called a witch with special powers, but it costs more than it uses on a daily basis, and it is also a labor and life-saving thing.

From the beginning, Trenia has shredded and reduced the amount of her own life.

No matter how hard we try to muster together the power of man's wisdom or the power of magic, we cannot live beyond the earlier years.

And if you are in the position of queen, the death will be a national burial and will soon be in the ear of the person]

Gradually thinning the silhouette, my husband told "Eliphas" the details of his death as far as he could tell me.

There is noise outside the room.

Julian noticed the "breakfast" she was asking for at the front desk yesterday.

[Today, this country gets noisy with celebrations.

And in a few years' time, the queen, called the Goddess of Mercy, will grieve at once.]

I don't see your husband anymore.

If I've noticed too, I'm back beside Julian on page one of the picture book.

[Strange, because joy, sadness and all sorts of emotions shake in the exact same place]

Julian's sleep takes me back to page one of the picture books.

I'll see you in a few years, my wife.

Speaking of reunion prep, my husband seemed to be pulled up perfectly from this room.

"... I couldn't dream of Eliphas, could I?"

Julian, sleeping well, was waking up to be replaced by her husband and immediately laughing bitterly at me, one page of the picture book.

"Well, more relaxed and grey-haired than dreamy."

Although I said that, I could feel remorse seeping into my expression.

From there, she rises from her bedroom to change her mood and begins to support her in going out to give gifts to her best friend.

The glass I used yesterday was left intact, and I, as usual, was carefully served inside the holster and Julian left the inn with a mouthful of breakfast dominated by a door knob.

I'm surprised to hear words from the gold bracelet and ring that Julian won last night's game of slingshots, originally made from the same gold, in Julian's bag shortly after leaving the inn.

Once again, he said a word of thanks to me, and was slightly confused.

I think it's Julian who should be thanked.

Still, they wanted me to align them with rings and bracelets and use them in decorations one day, and I told Julian that even when I became a person in the form of sacrifice, if I had the opportunity, I would proceed to use them.

I just need to figure out a way to remember something because I can remember when I sacrifice that memory, or I'm going to forget if I don't get a chance to tie the ring and bracelet to something.

While he was "talking" about it, Julian reached the center of the king's capital in the square of the clock stand.

There was a market for perishable goods delivered from outside the castle, starting from within the sun not rising, and the shops of food and beverages in Wangdu and the shops dealing with perishable came by name.

That said, it was still easy to travel smoothly if compared to crowds like yesterday's festival, and Julian headed to a place where he would visit a few people to deal with fresh flowers.

It was more crowded in the early morning than in other fresh places.

I knew a lot of people would buy flowers for the celebration.

First on Julian's way, he headed to a place of gorgeous flowers and leaves that would accompany him around, ideal for making a lovely bouquet of flowers.

But the flowers that seemed "good" from me were probably sold even in the early morning.

If you think that some of the flowers are still good, there are pieces of paper attached to the bundle of flowers that say "○ ○ Sold to the florist".

Maybe there is a buyer at the place of sale due to an appointment or something.

But then I might not be able to buy flowers like Julian wants to...

"If I wait for the florist to open, there's a chance they'll see me.

Or to prepare other gifts, other stores are still in front of the store, and if we wait, we'll be able to see them. "

Troubled that way and still looking around where to deal with flowers, I found a small potted plant and Julian's leg stopped.

If you asked the shopper who has the store number about the name of the flower and how to grow it, it turns out that it is a potted plant that blooms cute flowers all year round.

"... I tried to make it a bouquet, but this might be a good idea"

From the nostalgia, take out the wallet, and Julian buys potted plants.

Well, most importantly, it's the name of the flower.

Then we head to the mansion where the Chancellor's wedding takes place.

Even in the early morning, guards stood at the entrance to the neighbourhood inhabited by nobles and people of high stature.

But Julian, who did not have a weapon-like weapon beside him, came to deliver the flowers of the celebration, if he gave them his hands up, he could let them pass quickly.

"I guess I'll just leave the flowers and disappear. Balsam, who likes flowers, will notice immediately."

What my husband taught me is hooked in me, even though I feel that Julian is overwhelmed with "let's celebrate" feelings.

[The life of a man named Trenia is not long anymore]

Even though he's overflowing with joy like this, I'm sure in a few years this will hit Julian with grief.

A flower pot was placed at the entrance to the mansion where the wedding ceremony took place.

Now, do you want to go?

Julian, who knows nothing, started turning back the way and wondered if he wouldn't regret it in the pursuit if he didn't even see Trenia here at a glance.

But I'm sure you won't even think about Trenia's life in a few more years.

From now on, I just believe that the time will pass peacefully in this country that has been calmed down.

When I got to the watch stand, Julian was already vibrant, lightly and surprisingly, even though it was still early morning.

Everybody's still in the mood for a festival.

Because time is early, but "when we make money", or because the restaurant district is open, and really early, we offer it even though it's a simple meal.

Apparently, at the eve of yesterday's festival, women and children who had no connection to alcohol woke up early in the festive atmosphere, because there are.

From what I have felt, there are many mothers and children who come to the King's Capital to celebrate the wedding of a hero who has become prime minister in his family, staying in an inn and "drinking, only his father is still asleep" and so on.

In that, next to the mothers talking long stories while eating, the children have time to spare.

So I was outside the store and started playing so that I wouldn't get in the way of adult meals.

"The royal sesame seemed interesting enough to stop Julian's leg just down the street.

I don't know how it works, but with a weird hanging voice and a toy weapon, the battle of "heroes to heroes" begins, and the winner becomes the girl of Queen Trenia.

"The strongest of the heroes is the Queen."

The children rejoiced when Julian laughed and applauded.

Parents in the back of the store notice with the sound of applause and turn around and look at this one.

The gentleman then asked the children if they could give them candy balls.

Normally, I might be suspicious, but Julian's good perception and the ladies who still want to focus on the chat seem to have given me a light acknowledgement.

Well, if you've been watching it every day, you've also said, "Master Trenia, the child is very cute, healing, but sometimes tiresome."

With that said, the children were happy to take it from the bag when they offered and handed out various candy balls.

If it's true, I'm heartbroken, too, whenever the scenery of children playing like they want to laugh in a holster hearts Trenia's name.

Um, you want me to do an encore?

The kids who got candy balls were apparently happy to have "grown-ups" set them up and told Julian to "make ourselves a sneaky encore". They want us to watch our own "play" soon.

Of course, the gentle Julian goes along with it.

Thus, the "Prime Minister's proposal", which is also today's "lead role", was started by the children.

Thus, the play of the proposal contained something of great interest and "things to be sure", and Julian's legs had returned to the mansion where the wedding took place in the name of "flirtatious mind".

Don't you know what Angletham means by "golden ring"?

With a flirtatious mind, Julian climbed a tree and peered into the bridegroom of the bridegroom, it immediately became clear to me who the answer to the newly held question was.

When it comes to "sucking away memories," that's the power your husband acquired on contract with the traveler.

I just don't know how it ended up taking the "gold ring" part of a guy named Angletham.

While Julian was thinking about it and this, time was running out and he jumped off the tree to try to walk away.

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

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

Please, don't let Julian drown in pity, even if the time has come to mourn his friends from this world in a true way.

I only hoped that those who felt like their own happiness would not suffer their hearts with the tragedy that was about to happen.

That's how the time my husband said goes by relentlessly.

In the first few years, the announcement spread all over the country that the "queen" had contracted the disease, and it also entered Julian's ear.

If he reunited with a familiar guest and started working on the caution stick, Julian first questioned the power of "sir," but was also "dissatisfied" with the wise man who had caused him to lose his memory.

And instead of "about the power of my husband" during my cautionary stick job, I was asking around about "Peen Vinegar, the wise man who disappeared from people's memories."

In the meantime, the Queen's medical condition continued to deteriorate.

Along the way, there was some eye-catching news of the birth of new children to Julian's best friends Gloriosa and Angletham, but the Queen's illness really makes her happy.

Nor do I honestly hold the joy that Anglecomb's children may be "Gabrielle".

That's how my husband's predictions came earlier than what he was, and that day came.

That's the time of the night without the moon.

While burning, the gentle Julian talks about his frustrations and doubts about "Pean Vinegar," who really rarely used his husband's powers, and after being stuffed, he lies down and looks up at the starry sky.

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

After saying that, when I put my thoughts together for a while, a shooting star flowed into the night sky drawing a white line.

The shooting star I looked up from Julian's chest drew a long line and seemed to me as if I was sparing disappearing.

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

"… may Trenia be happy"

I found out how Julian's heartbeat was quickening and her nose and eyes were getting hot.

On a dark night without the moon, using the power of a gentle tranquil dark spirit, he extinguishes the burning fire that was almost extinguished.

So don't put up with it anymore, Julian.

"... good night, Trenia"

I look up at the night sky where the shooting stars disappear and my lover weeps surrounded by a gentle dark night.

I regretted not having my own flesh at this hour, even at the end of the sacrifice.

If I could, I wanted to share that spiciness as one of my friends who lost their best friend, Trenia, and as Julian's lover.

But it didn't come true, and eventually the sun would rise even more at night.

- Quickly, I wanted to come out into this world with my body, I sincerely thought.

Julian, who did not sleep satisfactorily, swells his eyes red, wears a hat or something rarely to mislead it, and concentrates on looking for a gun to change his mind.

Along with that, I was still looking into the information on a person named Peen Vinegar as well.

With Trenia's death, Julian explores the trend of "someone who should have been involved in the peace of the country" using even the circumstances of her best friend's death, as if something had blown up.

As she explored using what was available in that way, Julian had noticed an overlap in the period between those who had lost the memory of a man named Peen Vinegar, a helper.

But I can't think about the events of someone who lost their memory of Pean Vinegar and the fact that four people, including me, have become the key to disappearing from the world - and disappearing from people's memories with the same thing.

If you noticed there, Julian would have easily noticed that your husband's "book power is involved" in erasing his memory.

While I was wondering if Julian might also want to think of it as "something else," as my husband said, visit the King's Capital, where the national funeral takes place - I meet an unexpected "vessel".

Julian's benefactor was taking him with him, his fluffy hair - that's when he did it, and that's when the boy looked sick.

As I watched the gentle Julian cared, expecting a little bit of Gabriel's vessel to be felt as well, I met him in the visited King's Capital - a boy who seems to be - "Angel vessel of the wind" ….

However, if I'm being honest, I can't be sure.

When I first met Gabriel or Uriel as the Goddess of Sacrifice, even though I knew the name of the Angel of the Wind, I really don't remember seeing it on the edge of it, or even my face as clear as I thought.

- He is in charge of the wind and information, so it is not necessary to stay in one place.

- The information I'm purchasing is excellent, but anyway, I'm the head of the Spirit of the flirtatious, guardian of love, and the one who does the bad "mess" of the end.

As much as Uriel and Gabriel gave me that information, I often know more about his role and the inside than about his appearance.

The time when my husband tells me Uriel's vessel has appeared and how Julian's benefactor grew up as a boy he holds also looks exactly the same age.

But how could my husband, who noticed Uriel's vessel, not notice the appearance of an angel vessel of wind?

I'd like to ask my husband, who should be in Wang Du, but now he doesn't even show any signs.

Perhaps it's a short distance from where my husband is "managed," but since the "power of the sun" is still pouring into the world at dusk, he may not be able to come out here.

I was wondering if we would have to wait until night, and if we were thinking in the holster, Julian would start talking about how things were going with each other with some benefactor - mainly gun information.

There's a wind vessel boy, who gives his opinion to business and talks about Gabrielle's father, and eventually Julian is exploring, talking about a person named "Pean Vinegar".

Along with that, the word "wise man" frequently appears.

I was listening to Julian's benefactor say something about his role in this world called "Sage," and this is the first time I've ever known that someone named "Pean Vinegar" was a Sage.

Maybe "the thing" appeared more than once, but Julian had a feeling of inferiority about magic, so he just cared about you.

The wise man who took care of Julian was more of a "benefactor" first, and the words didn't seem to take root in my memory.

And I was surprised that Julian's questioning around about Pean Vinegar was apparently a stumbling block among the wise.

I don't know what kind of information network it is, but I've been exploring it with the utmost indifference because I know it's on my side, so I'm not insulted.

When I first became aware of something called Sage, I began to be vigilant

- Connect what you don't think will tie together and extend the edge further.

- It's also a role for the wise.

Sage, a benefactor, says that.

I hold out hope for the phrase, "Tie together what you thought would not tie together."

If I were a wise man, would you tie me to Julian?

At that time, Julian couldn't tie it - a wise man uttered words that tied the facts he had avoided.

- The power to suck memories is not the power a person can handle

What Julian Zaheto experienced and what Pean Vinegar did, both "loss of a person's memory" after using the power his husband has.

I've been avoiding how Julian is, and if it's true, it's not strange to notice, the match between the content and the facts.

After the benefactor's sage uttered a word sheltering Pean Vinegar that he would be his junior, the story is packed up so that Julian can't escape while the wind angel vessel boy pinches his busy mouth again.

- Originally, it seems to be a substitute made when travelers make deals with certain beings, also said to have become "ancestors" of our role, sage.

- Julian, "You've got that tool once and for all."

It is now conveyed to me that Julian remembers his farewell to Eliphas while holding "I" in his chest.

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

And I don't admit that my experience and the way Pean Vinegar mourned his memories went is the same - more like unacceptable than that.

But the wise man named Benefactor builds up one word after the other, and in addition, the "vessel of angels of the wind", the information gathered, leads Julian toward the truth.

Eventually Julian finally arrived at the "picture book" where her husband lived. And...

- Julian, lend it to me.

From the time we met, I also gradually realized that from the beginning this benefactor's wise man had seen through his presence.

And while I was hearing it earlier, I noticed words I didn't accept.

- It's also said to have become the "ancestor" of the wise, the "traveler."

"People" who had the power to exist under the condition of giving people a place for their husbands.

I hope Julian stops trying so hard to take me out of the holster and give it to the wise.

- Why don't you just think, "The book of forbidden art that sucks magic was grown up" when you're inside yourself?

Stopped by the voice of truth, don't, please, spit out a wish that doesn't sound or form if you don't touch me.

I can be nice to Julian Zaheto, so I don't have to be desperate about people.

But the wish is vain, and I move into the hands of man: Julian's benefactor and wise man.

I felt like I heard a slight voice of an angel vessel of the wind "Master, are you okay" when they picked the hand of the "man" of a mass of curiosity.

"The past" is revealed by the hands of men, who do not want to be seen the cause of man's history, in which I was carried as a sacrifice.

When you are going to be unable to endure such pain, Gasili and I taste as if from behind, held together.

[- How can the descendants of travellers be so curious and actionable?]

From Gabriel's vessel father's wedding, it was the first time in years that he was reunited with his husband, who looked like a "shadow" again.

The shadow husband grabs the fingertips of my heart-eagling sage from above.

[Though the goddess of vengeance, I don't admire how you can force people to extract information from the existence they worship God for their convenience.

Most importantly, you're going to pay quite a price for the indiscretion that sticks in the chest of the Prime Minister's wife in hell!

With that said, at once, my husband begins to suck up the magic of a wise man.

I have only been able to recognize the presence of my husband, who visited me in the dark, by the wise man who is touching me, "Page 1 of the Picture Book".

At the deepening of the darkness, under the clock of the castle city where the national burial of the beloved queen is taking place from all over the country, a wise man confronts the Chancellor of the devil of the silhouette and the hero who raised him who led the tilted country flat.

[What am I to say that only shadows come to this occasion, but how insane is it that we should get so old as people and draw information in exchange for depleting "magic"?

If your husband sucked up magic and spouted words to intimidate you, the edge of the wrinkled mouth of the wise man and his disciple, the boy who seems to be the vessel of angels of the wind, went up ″ at the same time.

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

That said, he was touched by the forehead and outskirts of "I ″ and" The Boy in the Angel Vessel of the Wind ".

[... clever!

- So the Spirit of Darkness is the basis, and you get magic and memory in exchange.

The moment I thought I heard my husband's voice from behind, the sage's voice from the front, as if it were pinched, a vessel boy who was touched by "I ″ was weakening his stood up force and landing his knees on the ground.

At the same time that Julian stops holding the vessel boy, I can hear her husband in pain.

At the next moment, from behind, the "power of my husband" will avalanche into me and "protect me" me.

And while I am protected, the wise will see and hear my husband's “ record ” coming into an avalanche through me, one page of a picture book.

Anyone who makes me feel "afraid" has "fun and I can't help it" - like a child who can't help but get what he's interested in, through me he explores and devours information that can be purchased about the "Prime Minister of Hell".

[... Phew, it doesn't fit this mouth. On top of the exchange with magic, do you want to take it up to "Eliphas"?]

Along with my husband's voice, now strings like back thin threads tangle with me as if drawing wings from the back of a boy Julian is holding.

[Instead of piercing your pace, let me make this "vessel pseudo" and my wife's edge in this world (eh), unlimited distances.

I don't have any more trouble being desperate for people, but I can't stand being hurt by a kind goddess of affection as a husband]

If that's what I said, I once chopped off a string tangled to me just as my husband chopped it off with his silhouette arms when he broke the “ chains just to pray ” that tied my movements in the dark night of the eve festival.

And the moment I thought my husband's breath stroked my cheek, something like the ″ thread ″ that I had just swallowed up was a white flame in Russia - of course, unrecognized by anyone but the wise - and burns and disappears together.

Still, the wise man is having a pleasant conversation with Julian, who intervenes with the boy whose husband said "vessel pseudo", but also takes his husband's information through me.

My husband was - shuddered by the attitude of the boy called vessel pseudo and that "person" who didn't seem to care about my "swept away" edge.

This behavior, even if it's a "yawnma", is the purpose of a "person" named you just to satisfy your curiosity!

The wise man played his finger patchouli after his husband's squeaky voice echoed behind my back.

- Uhm, this would be it!.

In fact it is still in the hands of the wise man, but with the words that it would be like this, I feel my body fluffy and free from the "curiosity" of the wise man.

Ultimately, the wise man was in such a state that he was wandering information about his husband through me.

[Man, I just touch the "door," but have they looked into it]

Sir, I'm sorry.

The "shadow" appearance but from behind supporting me, my husband was gently exhaled.

In the evening, even though a full dark night is about to begin, it also feels like we have already put out all the power that we can put out in the state of shadows.

He must have come here from a "living book" in the Royal Palace and used a lot of power to shelter me.

But if I hadn't come out, I think I would have lived and tasted the pain of being broken from the inside - something I once actually tasted as a "sacrifice" of a person.

She was hugged from behind and stroked her head to forgive the feeling of trembling.

[Neither do you apologize, I'm late from a controlled place.

The amount of magic you can suck away is small, but fine, because it was a place where you could be calm down, sorry]

Julian and the sage are also talking about something while my husband and I are interacting like that.

- I have to thank Netuark.

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

To the voice of the exciting sage, Ha, my husband leaks his breath like a shudder on my back again.

For the first time, I recognized the boy's name, "Vessel Simulation," and looked at the boy with the tiny eyes as Julian held him.

Earlier, when Julian and a man named Sage spoke a few times, he was praised, busy, but I get the impression that he was smart, such a child.

[Forced to tie the edge, what are you talking about?

Besides, there's a smart guy who's picking things up, like plundering between "breach of contract."

... than that, Eliphas, are you okay?

I reply clearly saying that even though I am in bad shape, you are in my words to worry about me.

I've never tasted a feeling of fear like being ravaged without being a sacrificial person, but it doesn't seem to affect my very existence in any way.

Still on one page of the picture book I am sandwiched by a wise man, but there was nothing about the state changing.

[… "Alsen Padrick"]

Sir?.

Unexpectedly asked, I look back at what seems to be a person's name.

Silhouette's only mouth moved slowly.

Arsene is Gabrielle's name in the vessel.

I also heard in the proclamation, a child born to someone whose face resembles Gabriel named Anglecam -.

- Eliphas.

I can actually hear the beautiful angel's voice in this world, which is so sweet and so sweet that it calls me.

[Shaped about two years later than Uriel, but I guess there's still something about him representing himself in this world]

Yes, it was. For me, it may be a hostile state, but it may be an opportunity to make another tour with my beautiful best friend, but for my husband, a "miracle" time may happen.

Nearly 2,000 years, I've been expecting a chance to grab some clues, but I can't help but give up my strength and my place to exist and move.

And it's still the same now, but I'm sure you'll hold on to something that you once knew well, but you don't remember at all.

Even though I thought about it, I secretly inflated my chest to my expectations.

[What I'm putting under control now is - in a sense, the most deserving "picture book," the bookshelf of the second child of the king of this country.

The King's second child is the same age as Gabriel and his parents are best friends with each other, and he often visits and plays.

... and happy, he looks like a very cute angel just like Eliphas expected.

I have the talent to unload Gabriel's power, but I still have "locks" that I can't get without trying.

Plus, I still don't seem to have any memories on this side.]

Apparently, my mind has been read by my husband lightly.

She answered everything she wanted to ask about her best friend before she asked.

While I was delighted with the fact that Gabrielle's childhood was still adorable, I was also slightly disturbed by the fact that I had no memory at all.

With joy and anxiety, when Gabriel's story came out, I asked my husband what he wondered.

Sir, isn't that boy the "vessel of angels of the wind"?.

[… Angels of the wind, like Gabriel and Uriel, "show themselves in the world" are different.

"Vessel" is a different condition from "person's accommodator".

One way or the other - it's the first time that people in this world are asking me to do something more than "us."]

… So, my husband, what embodies this world is that the person who becomes the vessel is "asked for the power of the Prime Minister of the Devil"?

[Oh, I've been asked to do that many times already.] "Help me set my husband free."

For once, from the fold I touched, my husband tells me that the "sad" voice of his vessel can be delivered no matter how many times, regardless of distance.

"How far are those people involved in the Vinegar family, doing harm?"

"If it's enough to wreak havoc on the place of the important people."

Such a voice that just wants to protect the feelings of "loved ones" has something that echoes the harp line, both for me and for my husband when I hear it.

[I think I can do it immediately or with help, but whenever the vessel tried to sincerely wish, the vessel "sir" was stopping it.

No, I was making you think, rather than stopping you.

So I can get out of this world probably after "sir" disappears]

When my “ husband ” said so, on one page of the picture book I gradually get out of the hands of someone called the wise man.

That's how I got back to Julian.

I look at that one page that depicts me. Valued, it conveys that you have it in your hand.

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

In the evening when dusk is about to end, I can see Julian's heart shaking in the words of a man named Sage.

My husband listened quietly to the words the wise man spoke for "Julian Zaheto", still on my back.

Wise men use various words and continue to honor them.

Listening to the words, Julian handed me the picture book inside the holster.

- Be even happier as you "enjoy" the commandments and punishments to yourself.

- For you, and for the beautiful, tender-looking woman on that chest, it will be redemption.

Pinching words of honor, he tries to lighten his guilt by giving Julian as many words as he can give.

But Julian doesn't accept the phrase, "Be happy."

I don't think of Eliphas' lover, who takes his loved one's life and thinks it's convenient to be forgiven at all.

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

[... even if it was the fate of the sacrifice to this man's lover, it sounds like Eliphas was truly loved.]

I nodded as Julian's sayings conveyed the atmosphere in which her husband said "admit" him, even though he seeped only a little jealousy.

- Ahhhhhh, "I want to live with regret".

- Looks like your daughter doesn't have "yet" in this world.

What the sly, wise rabbit told me a long time ago, no matter how painful it may be, comes back to my chest.

At that time I probably didn't know what the clever rabbit really meant.

I could not live that way, but I can see that someone who can live that way is my loved one.

And for the first time at this time, I sincerely felt that some things I just want to live without regret are my "wagamama".

For example, even if they say I'm cunning and cowardly, should I have tried to live if someone would gladly want me to live?, sir.

Still, the desire to let it out if I could also give "my own will" was still in me, so I had asked my husband to repair my knowledge for the first time in a long time.

[The answer can vary depending on whether you do things alone or by two or more people.

But when things are exchanged in large numbers, the mind leans on the result that the most loved one hopes for.

And if you were making me fall in love, no matter how much things went in a different direction than the guiding principles within me, if they were combined with someone I was in love with, my heart wouldn't regret it]

Well, if I'd met someone as sweet as Julian Zaheto in the first place.

No matter how unclean or muddy your life may have become, you may have made the choice of “ living ” as a person.

[Oh, I guess so.

And I, too, would have helped without hesitation, even if you had not been “ sacrificed ” at the convenience of men and not my wife, that the Monarch would have asked me to help]

When I hear your husband say those words, I have a certain determination, too, to speak.

… I will meet Julian Zaheto, willingly, even if he was next born a man with a fate of "sacrifice".

And as the ″ Eliphas ″ he wants, let him survive.

As Julian and Sage continued their conversation, I declared that to my husband.

[Well, then I'll work with you as much as I can as Eliphas' husband]

While my husband and I were talking about such determination, a wise man carrying a child named Netuark that Julian and vessel pseudo were exchanging words to mourn Trenia's death together.

And it also seemed refreshing to draw a gradually convincing conclusion about ″ Anglecomb's teasing of not remembering the anecdotes of gold and silver ″, and after a brief meeting, I get the vibe of saying we will break up here.

- Well, I guess it's time to go...

"Well, sage, how are you?

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

Though busy, it was felt out of that voice that Julian was looking forward to reuniting with the clever vessel pseudo boy.

But, "Sage assured me that he couldn't do it," he gazed at me as he delivered to Holster, and Julian suppressed me from among the holsters.

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

Julian put my question straight into my mouth, and I looked up to my husband, who wanted to be beside me in the form of a shadow that would be the one who sucked it off.

- Even if I suck my memory off, I made a choice.

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

The wise man's reply, Julian's shitty words, the shadow husband beside him laughs and answers me.

[This guy - rather than Julian, Eliphas and the boy who doesn't even know if it's going to be that vessel, sucked it just in case he faces each other as a person]

Does that mean that Netuark, with his edge with Julian, has any effect on me when he was with Eliphas who became a person?.

Because I declared that I would definitely be involved with Julian?.

Silhouette's husband also snorts firmly at the continuous questions.

[Oh, it means both.

So the vessel simulation interaction here, called Julian Zaheto and Netuark, made me suck perfectly.

If Eliphas met Julian as a person and then this person named Netuark, I'm sure the boy carried by that sage would try to return the “ N ”]

"Eun"?.

Is that a thank you or "kindness" I received earlier from Julian?.

A busty boy who seemed ill initially didn't honestly receive any kindness from Julian.

But there was something that even I could convey when I was just watching, confused by the graciousness of free.

Although I couldn't honestly accept the kindness, I'm sure the smart boy will remember it as an experience.

Does that mean returning the experience when the time passes as that boy remembers it and he meets Eliphas, who became the one who became the edge of Julian who gave me kindness?

After listening to my words with interest, my husband speaks in his chest.

[Right, the vessel pseudo boy met you as a person and if he remembered the “ en ” from Julian, he would surely try to return it.

But even though I say I'll give you back "N", and I'm not the one who fell in love with you verbally skillfully, I might be the one guiding your actions to "as I wish."

And there is also a "tenderness" to try to move things forward so that there is no "hurtful presence" as far as possible.

However, I also thought that if you were deeply involved with someone who could do it without hesitation, you might push your true feelings into it.

I also wanted to prevent you from being able to change your creed without realizing that you were strong at the corner and took over the will of the person you fell in love with.

So even if we met, there was a particular connection - so we couldn't get involved]

As my husband listens to how he sucked Julian's memory off perfectly from a vessel pseudo boy,

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

And, suddenly, I'm surprised to hear Julian's surprise voice and content, too.

Magic to Julian?!.

Continuing to amaze me, is Julian in order to live up to the shock of surprise, or will he put his hands on Basili and Holster in such a way that I can taste the shock together as well?

Julian and I tried not to miss hearing and listening to the wise man explain briefly.

And what I heard was simply, "If I had a single page of a picture book, I could suck my memory from the person Julian was going to take it from."

- If that's what you're going to say... that one page is in your favor, or familiarity.

In the words of the wise man, I unintentionally once solidify the sound of a small page of a picture book called Casali.

[Oh man, I thought I had been pulled out a lot, overlapping my powers to protect Eliphas, but had I even been such a smallworker?

Well, it's not weird to have that power because it was originally "part" of my home with Eliphas]

Especially since her husband doesn't look surprised and says that peacefully.

While I was surprised at what the wise man told me, I was relieved to know that my calm husband was regaining his tired share when confronted with the wise man.

- A picture book page is starting to have "self ″ … or I already have it.

But while I was at ease, Julian was also told that she felt like "I" on one page of the picture book, and she panicked.

As me and perhaps Julian panicked, I noticed a calm shadow husband concentrating on the words the wise man spoke.

Really alert, Julian asks questions and focuses on the sage's spitting words of response.

"Yawnma," but the purpose of this behavior is just to satisfy your curiosity!

Because I said this earlier, I didn't think there was anything more important to keep in mind with this sage than - "getting involved."

So I, if I cared for both the wise and the husband while I was in a hurry - first my husband's silhouette frown grew.

And I sharpen my ears to the words of the wise, too.

- There was no "edge" in our time, but if there was 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...

It was at the same time that the sage and her husband's mouth angle rose.

[Apparently, after this, you and your lover are going to be heading to a place that is very similar to where my "vessel" once was, my Cognac (* territory)]

And as her husband said, Julian moved on to the western realm of Robrow, where the wise man had his husband's vessel - ruled by Pean Vinegar, who was also a wise man.

[… Now, it is going to take some time for the vessel life for things to move... There's a way]

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

The wise man, after teaching Julian "how to use me", disappeared into the darkness, carrying a boy who slept to lose his mind, who was sucked by his husband "scattered magic even though it didn't fit his mouth early enough.

Julian becomes alone, the clockbed bell rings sternly, and in such darkness her husband, for the first time in a long time, speaks to me as his wife.

[... Uriel, Gabriel, and the presence that could be the vessel of angels of the wind reveal its appearance to the world at a young age, and the dominance of my vessel is almost equal to the state of being over.

I wonder if I can expect to see him again, "Wife."]

I'm sure it will be conveyed to me that my husband has been dramatically drilling for the future, including the past.

I want to help my husband, too.

I want to avoid hostility with Gabriel, but Uriel has enough enemies.

And even if that boy who now just seemed smart and busy turned out to be a vessel of angels of the wind and a man, now, if your husband commanded you to fight, you can fight.

[You're reliable, Eliphas.

But before you do, your role as a “ pitiful goddess ”, if you think you can do it, you should do it]

Silhouette's husband's fingertips pointed to Julian, who was left alone.

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

[Even the goddess of vengeance, or the pitiful goddess, would include something that doesn't change for me, but doesn't want to "regret" its begotten roots.

It's not too late for you to drop off the end of that guy's journey first, if that's what you want to live as a “ man ” as a being named Julian wants to be, ” even if you regret it]

Oh, yeah. My husband, he told me in advance, but he forgot.

Even if Julian Zahetto met you as a sacrifice, he wouldn't be present when you died as a sacrifice, and I feel sorry for him.

Julian's lightning of life, even if I were born as a person, even now as a sacrifice, at some age - perhaps not until I was an adult.

[Right... this... I don't know what the outcome will be, but do you want to move on]

My husband says he's melting in the dark, but he smiles darkly.

In that, Julian, once again, was pointing his feet towards the castle gate as he bid farewell to "Trenia".

He saves the memories of those he misses while he heads over, and sometimes says goodbye words while pulling a red scarf wrapped around his neck.

My husband's silhouette, who is beside me, turns to Russia in the opposite direction to Julian, looking back at the royal palace.

[Now, after this castle has also finished its peace, Gabrielle's father, the man who will be the wise man, will say a word, to add an ingenuity to the construction, even in the dark night, and I will not be able to leave the "storage place" any further]

So now my husband, coming out of the castle gate even in the dark night, means it won't come true.

This time too, it's the same as last time and I have a short time to talk to my husband.

By not taking a disciple or anything, I look at Julian, who thinks and rubs on his own, and once again, I feel like breaking up with my husband.

[Exactly, from the walls, even this body of shadows cannot be crossed. I don't have anyone else to carry me out of my home.]

When you answered that concisely, Julian and I got to that castle gate place.

[Perhaps I will not be able to move out of storage while the "will" of the wise man who once ruled the two places of Cognac and Gourd is alive, which you will now go to.

But the connection between me and the vessel has already been established.

And even if I take the time, I'll be sure to get to that place.

The cornermen don't have the "ru time" here, they don't have the hands to not use it.

It may not be certain, but it's worth a try]

I could see that my husband was not imprisoned by the “ result ”.

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

And I'm not sure, but I don't imitate that sage and take the “ apprentice ” or anything, and Julian gets lightly bored, gets spoken to by a gatekeeper, exchanges it with a sleaze, and goes outside the castle gate.

So, the next time we meet, it's when we're delivering to each other's vessels, sir.

[... let's hope so]

If we've gotten into the ″ vessel ″, we're sure we'll need a lot of time before each other's memories are ″ calming down ″.

If you are the owner of as much power as your husband, "overlapping and processing" those vessels with your own memories would take a short time, but maybe I needed a big "trigger".

My husband was soothed, and that was when the shadow went down to pull itself clean in front of the light.

I feel a little loneliness - even when I leave the castle gate, I still stare at Julian, who is asking solitary questions about his disciple, as he manages and says while pulling the red scarf.

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

If you say that so forcefully, it seems that the "question" is gradually over, and Julian is starting to look for a place where time is a little early but he can stay in the wild.

Apparently, I was determined to take the "Apprentice"... but I wonder if anyone, like Julian, has the qualities to deal with the "most vicious flying tool" as the "kind person".

If you can let me look at people and say it so far in the part as a "pitiful goddess," there are many children with qualities.

But when I grow up, I realize that I lose money when I'm gentle, because most people can either reduce it or only show kindness to the extent that I don't lose it.

Above all, I don't even know if a gentleman wants power to fight in a country that is calm and calm.

I wonder how I can take a disciple with such a minister.

Without exposing my concern, Julian completed his Nojuku support, finished eating dried meat for dinner, and then drank water - took me out of his nostalgia.

In a slightly strange sensation, I stare at Julian, even from the perspective of one page of the picture book, the “ state in which I am depicted ”. It's been a long time since I've had a "lover" face straight from the front.

... I knew you were getting old.

"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. "

Oh, excuse me.

... Julian was alone, though I've already done this many times for the two of us.

Then again, I was treated to nostalgia.

Hopefully, I'd put it in people's vessels so Julian would take turns taking "apprentices.

Yeah, but then I guess I'll be seeing Julian and his "apprentice" and my three.

That's a little complicated...

"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"

We're not supposed to be engaged, but we're going to have a connected conversation.

Then I squealed a couple of times about the ″ apprentice ″ and as I inadvertently remembered something, I got up and Julian started fishing for the bag he was replacing the pillow with.

Further behind that gold bracelet and ring lurking, I stick my hand in it and grab what I forgot too, and take it out.

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

What Julian had in his hands was a "man", a handmade slingshot that I also remember making with him.

Of all the sacrifice and picture book dwelling repetitions so far, I can react quickly, too, because I have the most memories back.

Sure, I remember the youngest boy who made a slingshot in that village being able to handle it very well.

And the boy's father became part of the sacrifice - the "key" to the prohibition.

... That kid had taste, I guess the guy's kid is better suited.

″ Would I be able to do it if I practiced too? ″ and you laughed at me for not fitting a weapon, and you had your first fight.

Even I, like, "Brother," had the feeling that I wanted to try to fight Julian with you.

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

It doesn't seem to engage again, and Julian and I have a conversation that connects.

It was telling that Julian was determined to do something while stroking my healing chest.

The next day Julian begins to head to Robrow, as the wise man and husband have been told.

I was trying to find out about Pean Vinegar in order to gather information about Robrow at the liquor store with that extension and use my powers quickly.

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

With that said, you usually pinch me with a finger to trigger.

But Julian will have a great deal of confusion before he can use me.

Because the lord's family governing the place we're going to now came in with all the unfortunate information for Julian admiring the “ bloody connected family ”.

And I was heartbroken by the likes of scratching the "net" of peace of equality, which my best friends did their best to make.

I also knew well that Lord Robrow was greatly admired by the people, even though he was just pinched by his fingers and listened to them, annoyed by his family.

[Even if you look at the "family" my vessel is looking after right now, I wonder if your lover could say that]

I sucked people's memories for the first time with Julian, feeling again that what my husband was saying was this.

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

From the side of saying that accumulates the appearance of a "traveler asking about Lord Robrow" in me gripped by Julian.

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

When I sucked the person's ″ memory ″, a young man with a middle-faced face, along with Julian's figure, floats in me sadly looking up at the back of a tall, gray-haired figure.

Um, a young man staring backwards with a sad face - "Deacon, you" - naturally found out it was her husband's vessel.

I tried to look at that sage, who only knows what's behind him, through "memory," but I can't see it well.

What?. Are you saying that people who say sage even here have the power to even "limit information"?.

While I'm confused by the fact that I can't "suck away" my memories, I miss Julian as if he could forgive me for one page of a picture book.

We need to gather information about the guns, but after all, they seem to be twisted.

Yeah, I think so.

As usual, I answer his voice to fill my own heart.

One page of a picture book depicting a likeable figure, whether you are selfish or known to be fond of it.

You can't treat an "object" like a person to an "object".

But that exchange, which seems to be connected, satisfies me enough -

"Hey," Eliphas. "

In this appearance, I was called "admittedly," for the first time.

- It shook my heart that you could admit it, whether you looked like a person or not.

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

Eliphas, one page "of the" picture book, "decided to accompany whatever happened, whatever happened, to the point where it would accompany the will of" Julian Zaheto ".