Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Give up the landscape you want to view and entrust the "wish" that your husband wanted to the wise man in the same role as your husband, and at that price you disappear from the world.

That's what I was just thinking, and Rock's vision opened.

In the dark, I can see "myself" right in front of me.

As usual, there stands the figure of an old dressed butler, Rock, who began after his husband died.

(Oh, but no)

I quickly find out that's not the mirror that pictured me.

(No day has passed since I lost my husband and I've had the look of heartfelt enjoyment like this)

An insightful "butler" can tell that the wrinkles engraved on the "self" face in front of him are authentic.

(What kind of situation is this?)

Doubt occupies the inside of Rock's chest.

As he stands still in doubt, he sees from his feet through the darkness into his sight.

However, there was a woman (one) who was familiar with her appearance but whose "contents" were almost filled with different things.

- Dear Eliphas.

From her "birth," Rock is involved, and I still recall being out of the ordinary track of the world about the way it exists.

But she was also, in a way, "kinder than anyone," so Rock embraced its existence.

It just seems like a completely different "person" now.

That just seemed the same with the "old self" being in front of me right now.

Eventually, the presence of an old self and Eliphas begin to talk about something.

That's how I realized my current situation and remembered what I had done.

I realize how many times my husband is in conversation with the Lord of "great power" who cared about himself - Rock "not to be taken in" and Eliphas ".

(… I wonder if it means that she and Eliphas were "the same" as me if they had been born properly as "people")

I was sick until Karin died, "one crack" in Apricot.

Or "life" that has sprouted since I came back here, trampled by those four, and vanished into the words of my sister, who worries about her sister, to refrain from birth.

Sage that his own daughters, who grow to equal peace, care about the seat of "lord" after his son - his husband expected.

"... a little bit of" rough treatment, "but no choice."

For the sake of "rough treatment," we were to look for a man who would call himself a "gun brother" among those who make mercenaries their business.

He is the "best friend" of Peen Vinegar, the Lord of Rock, the "childhood friend" of the heroes of this country, who died and was set apart, by the name of Julian Zaheto.

However, I don't know why at that time, but even if I tried to get in touch with Julian Zaheto as Pean Vinegar individual, I couldn't get my contact details.

Until then, there was information coming from an information network called the "Wise Man's Network," which I had not even asked for, exploring the "Peen Vinegar," whose existence had decided to hide, and the Lord of Rock had grasped it.

Years after the peace - just after Trenia, the former queen, walks away, Julian Zaheto's information about exploring Peen Vinegar is interrupted by Patali.

The sage narrowed his eyes and smiled sharply when he received a report from the butler that "the sage's own network of contacts could not grasp his footsteps".

If you groaned, "You have no choice," the wise man grips the letter he wrote personally - playing it at his fingertips, calling the Spirit of Fire and burning it.

But the deacon, who could tell his lord was not "grumpy," awaited the next instruction in earnest.

Ultimately, I heard that "gun brothers" often undertake work as caution sticks and mercenaries, as Lords of Robrow to rich merchants, if they sent a letter, "gun brothers" immediately sent me a reply.

And not for a few days, I was able to take the steps to come to Robrow.

He was a "guest" secretly invited.

However, if there should be no disrespect, Rock leaves the new Lordship Mansion for good reason and picks him up.

The meeting point is Kawahara, where you can admire the prized gorge of Robrow.

The day I heard from you in the letter is the sunny but still chilly day when spring will soon arrive.

On deacon clothes, weave a coat I've been using since Heisei - what Angletham gave me - and go down the street to the riverside of the gorge.

A man sitting on one of the large and small rocks and wrapped in a red scarf around his neck, piling up on both ends of a loosely flowing gorge, is slowly dripping his fishing rod.

They say the mark is a red scarf wrapped around his neck and a fishing rod.

Mainly in line with the Guest's landmarks mentioned.

That's my gun brother.

Even at a distance, the calm and gentle atmosphere he had was felt by Rock.

A man named Four Heroes of Peace and Childhood Friendliness shows a side with a raised corner of mouth.

Nice to meet you. You are a lord... no, a welcome from Lord Sage?

'Yes, I will serve as lord of the Territory Robrow, I am the butler of the Vinegar family, my name is Rock.

You are the mercenary's brother Julian Zahetto. "

Although it was consistent with the characteristics known in the letter, only the name "holster" of leather was visible on the successful chest, which he could hear from the gap in the mostly used cape he was wearing.

"I don't think Kiza and tender Julian Zaheto, like Anglecomb, will ever behave aggressively in person for the first time, but don't contend with me if I'm wrong.

I can't go help the boulder this time, and most importantly, it won't do any magic at speed "

Before I picked up the guests, a pranky word from the Lord on my way to the back of the mansion to have dinner with the Lady turned Rock's head, but I thought the worry was worrying.

"Thank you for joining us this time with the wise man, Pean Vinegar, Lord of the Realm."

"Pean is the only one to serve," he still decides in his mind, but bowed his head respectfully with an externally unimpeded greeting.

"Looks like you've been trying to get in touch with me personally many times, but I'm sorry.

It's been hard for you to get in touch here for a while.

Without even pointing his gaze, Julian talked to Rock about how he was, above all, a fisherman who spoke to the local people.

The voice that passes between the thalassy spiral sounds of the gorge sounds enough to loosen the vigilance of the rock that was mild but had.

As always, the Guest keeps talking loosely to the public.

"The clothes you see under your coat are butler's clothes.

I don't suppose you have time for your work, but you picked me up in between, thank you. "

I haven't seen this one yet.

As we could see, he surprised the young looking butler, and Julian cleverly cleaned out the fishing rod that was dripping and stood up on the rock.

He gently jumped off the rock, gave him a small piece of sand smoke and stepped down in front of the lock.

Although not as peany, the Guests are also tall and the locks look up.

A guest invited by the Lord looking up close, Rock was also a person who made a different impression from anyone he once fought with.

Above all, I am truly relieved that proximity to a madly jealous heart like Gloriosa in this way does not make me feel fine dust.

I don't know why, but the mercenaries around the corner must have guessed that Locke was "relieved".

I gave him a gentle laugh to give him more peace of mind.

"Come on, Mr. Rock, the butler who picked you up.

Do you want me to show you to your Lord that I have business?

According to the letter, I can help a young and adorable "lady".

If that's the case, I'd be happy to help. "

Even though the Guest had already spoken, Rock was unwittingly delighted with his expression.

To the recent plight of the Lord's granddaughter, to the heartbreaking deacon, this word of Julian reached his ear as highly reliable.

"Thank you, then, as I said, I will guide you"

It's usually unusual for a sober butler to make a sound like he bounced.

Though pleased, he bows his head respectfully so as not to be impolite as "Deacon of the Lords' Mansion," thanking him, flips the hem of his coat, and Rock moves forward to begin guiding the territory.

(Good, just like Anglecomb and Trenia said, a little bit of language is kizzy, but he seems really sweet)

To Rock, who turns his back and starts directing, the mercenary smiles gently as he picks one page of the picture book lurking in the holster at his fingertips.

"To me, I'm going to be someone I really don't" care about, "but to that butler, he seems like a really" irreplaceable person "...

I don't know what to do to keep that rock from hurting you, Eliphas.

Turning a smile into a bitter laugh, Julian Zaheto continued in the back of a butler who looked even like a boy if he pretended.

Deacon - Rock had noticed the insanity of "it is easy for the Lord, Pean, and the person attracted to him to be the object of jealousy".

But I'm not aware of the "reverse" pattern at this time.

The person who thinks and feels that he is "okay from the heart" is "incompatible with his Lord".

Especially as regards Julian Zaheto and Pean Vinegar, it was only after all the Lord's prospects had been completed that I realized that it was "the worst".

"… First, I wish you the best of luck for your second grandson."

The sages and mercenaries, not so tall, were from Julian Zaheto when they confronted each other at a secret base by themselves directly in the front.

- After guiding Julian to the Lord's waiting "underground secret base," the wise man creates a "make laugh" and immediately asks Rock for a favor.

'Rock, I'm sorry, but Karin wants to talk to you urgently.

I'll take care of the entertainment for the guests first.

Fortunately, "topic" doesn't bother each other.

- It will be an intensive meeting, so it will take longer to discuss it first.

You can talk to Karin and then join us, that's enough. "

That's what I say with my hands on the butler's shoulder, and I order you to "keep" the butler away from the secret base once.

For a moment the butler thought, staring into the face of the Lord, and then nodded.

"- You're on your left, sir.

And your wife will be waiting for you, won't she?

Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you for a moment. '

The deacon knew immediately that the Lord was "making laughs".

However, that is often the case when there is a first person to meet.

So I didn't even think about being inside the Lord's "Making Laughter".

Besides, I don't think Julian Zaheto is a "nasty person," Rock can only assume that there's nothing wrong with that.

If I heard that Karin was waiting, I would like to go there and take care of her immediately.

The "role" of the place where Locke is located is only "Deacon of Lord Robrow's Vinegar family".

It is also important not to discredit the Vinegar family, but above all it must not be felt unfettered by the presence of a person with the Vinegar surname in the Mansion.

'Now, Master Julian Zaheto, if you'll excuse me.

I also have tea for you - '

One hand up and Julian blocks Rock from trying to explain politely.

"Oh, I'll match the Lordship to the Deacon, so please, Mr. Rock, get back to your butler duties."

I'm not used to being seen young often.

But even as he approached confusion, when the boulder told him to call "you" and "you" as if he were a boy, he smiled with a frown root and shook his neck small, left and right.

It's not the kind of year you can put on "you," so please call it off, sir.

When such a butler removed his seat and two tall men were left alone, the word the guest had bathed in the Lord of the land was the earlier "pre-emptive attack".

When Rock was there, the "shiny mercenary" who had a tender smile on his face would be two with Robrow lord Pean Vinegar, taking away the part of kindness at once.

If you've tried Julian Zaheto as a Guest, just a attitude of "no longer paying attention to the person you don't want to care about".

'... this is...

Greetings from the guest hall in the words of a great quarrel... Will Pean Vinegar, who is said to be such a thing, be someone who doesn't care much from "mercenary gun brothers"?.

No magic at all, no talent, no fine dust, the lone wolf, Lord Julian Zaheto?

Meanwhile, the wise man, who had lightly renounced the figure of "Lord as usual in front of his precious deacon" because of the absence of Locke, also raised the edge of his mouth up gooey, laughing unfaithfully and unfaithfully, and put his long arms together.

Julian also has a relationship with a "sage", so I could have anticipated the "curse" reward I threw at him.

However, take it with certainty and "annoyance" at the sage's words and "throw it back" again.

"After all, if you're a wise man, if you're going to compare your wits in this world, you're not even the enemy. If I used words as a weapon, I would say things that people hate and decide on the inside of their minds, like crisps and blades.

But well, with such wisdom, I wonder if Pean Vinegar is really doing a brilliant job of good governance, no matter how bent his personality is.

According to what I've heard, the inhabitants - most importantly, that "butler" admires you wholeheartedly, so the people of this land seem to have a very broad heart.

True, "for the inhabitants, Pean Vinegar" would be a good lord.

Well, I'm sure he's doing what he does, and he's doing what he does, so I guess he's not complaining.

The moment Julian said, "For the people," the wise man, while raising the edge of his mouth, narrowed his eyes like a cut.

In the words of the mercenary, the wise man also definitely remembered the "anguish".

"I don't know if I can get my head around someone I don't know, a young sage or an old sage, but I don't want him to tell me that he's exploring this place while he erases his tracks."

"... from this side, I don't want to be told by a guy who pulled the memory of a solid best friend and made a generation of scenes like comedy for a girl"

With that said, Julian reaches for her chest.

"Oh, I don't think what you've done like a comedy is bad for Balsam.

But if you don't, your "childhood friend" is a war buddy to me - no, isn't it an exaggeration to say "best friend"?

The stubborn Angletham Padrick was supposed to just wait and finish the time of her beloved flowering beauty. "

To call Pean Angletham his best friend, Julian holds the big one in the holster in the leather cape - the "brother's gun" handle (grip).

You may have noticed that the mercenary is quite hostile and listens to the words, but the wise man keeps the words going.

'If you became a couple after you were in love with it, it's probably a "child" issue that comes up.

It may be good if we are happy together, but "aristocratic society" would also be a problem to hang out with.

So, naturally, if it is made, it is said naturally to give birth in the womb, but the pregnancy and childbirth of a woman is the same as risking her life in some cases and circumstances.

People have been born in the same way, but they tend to forget.

So if you want to "give birth," it is better to do so within a young, physically competent person who is less at risk.

If you think both ways, stretch out all the time with Gudagda, and when you want to be given a child, in case you do, that can lead to misfortune.

It wouldn't be a bad thing for "Balsam," either, if being ashamed of a temporary comedy could satisfy you happily for a long time '

While paying attention to Julian's dominant movements, Pean is stretching his fingertips to the dagger on his arm, which he was secretly planting, saying he had to worry about the butler on his arm.

That's what you call "experience arrogance," "sage lord?"

And let me tell you something, I'm grateful that you brought Arsene Padrick into this world earlier than I expected. "

- Mourning Angletham, that woman is keeping her heart in this world, nothing more than because she has a "wedge" that was born between her husbands.

"... so what are you so" hungry "about?

- "Kizzy man" and I've heard it many times in the report, so I thought I was angry at what could be called a "woman's dream," which has made the place of proposal look like a trick.

Moreover, I have also heard that Balsam, the "lady", has cared for and supported Angletham more than any of his peers since he was very young.

With that in mind, he puts his hand on his sleeve and the wise man grips the short knife pattern.

I look into and know more about a weapon called a gun, but I've never actually seen it.

But in this narrow "secret base," I don't think we're going to fire.

I just know that a weapon called a gun serves as a blowing blunt weapon with a "chunk of iron".

"Well, what makes me angry is -" smart "habits, how can you make a good" pean vinegar "on a blood-connected family... oh my!

At the end of the word, the mercenary was stepping in at once, taking out the handlebars (grips) that were gripping him "backwards" and punching him into the pean.

At the moment of stepping in, the wise man takes it with the dagger he had hidden in his arms - simple but sprinkling, beautiful and shaped is more suitable for a woman to have than a man, something that was sent to his granddaughter by Prince Wang -.

Together with the sounds of "Kikin", only a few sparks fly from the overlap of each weapon.

Almost the same tall two, now close, stared at each other with a deeply engraved wrinkle between their eyebrows.

Speaking of differences, Julian bends his licence to the shape of "he," where Pean still laughs unfaithfully and unfaithfully.

"... well, I still wear some physical skills - and do you arrange dagger techniques to make them into objects"

The mercenary opens his mouth against the wise man who only engraves a laugh in his mouth as he puts a risk in his eyes.

"I don't have the ability to use magic all I want, like someone else, and it takes a lot of work and money to make a bullet...!

In an effort to break the state of antagonism with each other's "weapons," the mercenaries kicked up towards the wise with their non-axial legs.

"I say no, but it's not like I'm an" all-you-can-wizard "...!

Of course there is no way the wise man of the twister can honestly be attacked by that, and he jumps backwards to avoid it.

Both Julian, on the one hand, and the kick, on the other hand, are assumed to be empty, putting force on the immovable axial foot to make an intermission while retreating, just like the sage.

Concurrently with the descent, the end of the gunpoint had the arc drawn, the handlebars (grips) held in reverse hand were definitively re-gripped, aimed at the sage so that it flowed, the shooting iron on his thumb, and the mercenary postured.

The sage has almost the same "procedure", and at the same time, he moves the dagger (Kisaki) toward the mercenary to adjust his posture.

Now they were both in the form of a single tied mouth.

The tip of each other's weapons - Julian points the muzzle at the wise, the iron shot at the thumb, and Pean points the dagger's sword at the enemy's throat, gazing at each other for a while.

But a superior "secret base" was still small for two tall people to fight.

I can definitely grasp it by retreating and making mistakes.

- When it comes to the best fight I can do in this "place," it's about "talking."

The moment we perceive each other, the mouth, which was a single letter, loosens.

But neither of us can "crack it down" until we can pull in the weapon and talk.

The iron shooting was only thumbed up, and to the mercenary who had no way of pulling, the sage slightly shifted the direction of the dagger he was standing on, off the throat peeking through the red scarf, and the pean opened its mouth.

"Apparently, more than" magic works, "my family's indiscretion inspires the inferiority of my mercenary gun brothers."

The direction was off, but the sage had definitely stopped the words Julian had said earlier - words that were likely to lead to the other person's "weakness" - in a "moulded" position.

And as always, I don't hesitate to decide on the other person's inferiority, and I put my perceived doubts in my mouth.

Though I always envy other people.

It's so emotional that I don't personally care about Pean Vinegar that I'm so confused on the inside. "

At her body temperature on her thumb belly, Julian honestly reveals her inner feelings as she feels a slightly warmer shooting iron.

The muzzle is still aimed at Pean's chest, but to fire the bullet, he has to pull the shooting iron and pull the trigger.

But I'm not going to do it any more.

During that operation, Julian could definitely have expected more damage than "shooting."

I don't know how far you know about "…" Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar, "but, well, in general, I'm aware that it's a privileged situation.

Admit you've used it to provoke someone you don't care about. "

"The kind man" and his best friends used to say many times, not less inspired by the honest words, and the wise man responds to it, exposing himself to the thought that seems cunning.

- If the other person is going to "reveal" me, I need to break my stomach and talk to him too.

If you want people to give you something, make an effort to act like you want to give something to the person who gives you it.

Give me gold for what I want.

A look of respect for what you seek.

If you are sincere, admire beyond sincerity.

We must face each other with a whole body of spirits so that the person we seek can give it away with pleasure.

That's how the Lords of Robrow are made up.

- Long time, "Word".

I don't use it much these days, the adage passed on to the Vinegar family comes to my head with gray hair. Originally, it may be a "word" to be uttered once a day with the heir van, but the "son" found out as a father that he understood the word more than anyone else.

So even if I kept it in my memory, there was an extraordinary reduction in what I put out in my mouth.

And tell Julian Zaheto, who is very gentle in Kiza, who is now pointing a gun at himself, that Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar must give him "cooperation" once again.

If he didn't care about Pean Vinegar, he would have been prepared to expose as much of his pitiful part until it was resolved.

But without realizing it, his words "young making" and "experiential arrogance" inspired his sense of inferiority as a "wise man".

I laugh at the fact that I don't usually have the "humility" to use smoothly.

- Let my granddaughter, who bears the shadow of my wife and has taken over her talents, not feel hard.

- If you can make it a little easier for your granddaughter to feel like a butler, who has more than family feelings, just like her husband Karin, who is hurting her chest, because she can't help herself.

Whatever it takes, put mud on your dignity.

That's what I thought, but I was on Julian Zaheto's provocation by becoming "Muki".

("Wise men don't go through with their own provocations that can't be used by magic," I guess you think it's not provocative.

There is even more wisdom and magic, magic can be used, noble and unfamiliar, but it has a blood connected family.

Perhaps even though Julian Zaheto has everything he wanted, if he overheard the story that the person neglected it, this isn't even "funny" to me)

The wise man thought it would be very gratifying for Julian to clearly say that he didn't care, knowing that Pean had such a "background".

Pean himself, his feelings for "Gloriosa's childhood friend Julian" are complicated if you mean it, but they're not on the table.

I'm even conscious of bare gestures that I don't care about.

On the surface, there was a "force" that made Pean feel refreshed to "trust Julian," a direct balloon word from the heart that he "didn't care" or seemed abusive towards himself who was making perfect repairs.

Sage explored here for a while, shaking his opponent's feelings and using words to move them as he conveniently would - he was tired.

Especially so that the treatment of her granddaughter would not be any worse than that of Pean, only the "words" that have not been evidenced here for a while, but something kept turning around in the territory.

A demon to use his talented granddaughter, similar to himself, even though he is only a power within the realm of Robrow - and the people who breathed "his own daughters" lurk.

But those people also try to move things forward without being out-of-the-box, so their movements are dull when they try to be wise.

Pean made me a "free time" for my son - during the research, I had stomped to sprinkle smoke a few more times about the plan trying to work with rumors and words, but to be honest, I was tired of it, too.

When the righteous daughter was to live in the Lordship's residence in full with her family,

"Someone else hurts you in your own words before you throw up words that hurt Apricot."

Thanks to this behavior, the lack of a plan to openly tear between my daughter and her mother had helped to reduce my worries slightly.

(I'm sure this Mitsuhito has put words and actions on the table based on "kindness" without thinking about his damages.)

- I envy you, as long as I can.

When I think about it that much, I find myself unexpectedly young, even older than when I met him, my best friend - Gloriosa.

Those who had become kings thought and acted more than those who pointed gunshots at wise men, without thought and without their own loss, the happiness around them.

Among the four first determinants, I could easily imagine that it would be this Julian who felt more comfortable with Gloriosa than anyone else.

Thinking about it, I can normally imagine the person in front of me and the young figure, the best friend laughing with their arms around each other's necks.

- Pean Vinegar became aware of his jealousy of Julian, which was clearly in him.

As I am sorry for Julian's "bullying" of missing the deciding army from the middle of nowhere.

At first, even though he knew about the existence of the determinants, Pean thought that he was trying to penetrate the bystanders.

When I tried to pean, being lucky enough to be a sudden scout but being involved with the determinants along the way was joy and happiness.

My dear butler, everywhere, "Be Yourself."

But after the peace, as a wise man, I regret somewhere in my heart that I chose to be different because of the role of the lord of the aristocracy.

And if you're not a wise Julian, even from "now" when you lost Angletham, Gloriosa can accept you.

Lord Robrow was frustrated not to use a gun in front of him, even though he had the right to have his companions accept him if he chose to do so himself.

- Why don't you try to be forgiven if you have the freedom to be forgiven.

But if you just put it in your mouth, it's beyond giving Julian the pain of choosing his chest, and that's "I can't help being shot" - because I knew it would touch something called a scalpel, so the wise man wouldn't talk to you.

(Well, if you eat a bullet and you die, it doesn't make sense that those who want to protect you can't either)

So the sage thinks and moves to move on so that the mercenary, who has to be this collaborator, "has no choice" - if he can, can "move on" and lend his strength.

The dagger I was grabbing first, I let go of my hand.

The red string that is landing on the dagger's patterned ass becomes a "ring," and the dagger hangs and shakes under the sage's wrist.

Mercenaries aren't going to shoot. They're not going to lower the muzzle.

If you think you're "jealous," you don't even look like Jen who can't do it.

What more do you mean, "now", holding him in captivity?

To this word, Julian raises only the edge of one mouth, neither affirming nor denying.

(Julian doesn't regret being born or raised, even if he was envious)

His loss of a lover caused him to do something else with his companion, as one of the "regrets" that can't be erased, I guess.

But because of the situation, he knows that Julian Zaheto exists in this world.

Even if you break up with your companions, be alone and bear the punishment of loneliness, and you get depressed and tremble.

And without distorting my heart, without forgetting that I had put my lover in my hands, I just came "this far" without escaping the sins I had committed.

(Gloriosa prefers "strong people")

I still looked at the mercenary pointing the muzzle at himself, thinking that his preferred "strength" must include not just the physical, but also the "heart" part.

If I were you, "Pean Vinegar," I wouldn't be sure I'd stay "now" after I lost either Rock or Karin.

I'm sure even if I can live, I can only do things that lack glory.

When some of the inhabitants heard the noise, "For Karin's sake, even the lords have become close to hiding," it was as if they didn't know about Peen Vinegar, so they took a nose in their hearts.

If we lose Karin, our proud Lords disappear without a trace.

Even if you lose Trenia or Angletham, you can't do it without leaning down, like Gloriosa, who lost her sister, Barrota, and Julian, who lost her lover.

(My strength comes only with two people)

And they both have "now" because they have themselves.

(Even if I'm in a situation where I could easily lose my life, it could really be heartbreaking for both of us)

Two of the wise men smiled and completely lost their will.

'... if it's hard to talk, let me deliver the weapon'

Pean puts the dagger that was down with the bristle - sooner or later, he gives it to Apricot - back into the sheath wrapped around his arm.

Julian gradually shifted the muzzle away from the pean when "Shan" and a small dagger reached the sheath and a small metal noise applied the clasp.

But with an undistracted atmosphere against the pean, he lowers the end of only one raised mouth and leans his own partner - the gun against his chest.

Earlier, Julian slowly opened her mouth as she punched in towards the person she didn't care about and rubbed her fingertips where she was taken.

"I don't care, and I may not remember what they said when I was alone with a man...

Have you forgotten what I said to His Highness the Young Sage when I first said, "… First, I wish you luck with your second grandson"?

He lurked his eyebrows after checking his little scar, and the mercenary slowly put his weapon back inside the holster.

There was a distance between the sage and the mercenary because we made the mistake earlier, but even if we went back to this scene and saw it, the "husband first" butler wouldn't worry about anything -

Never noticed that they overlapped with each other's thoughts, and Pean sighed small and Julian stood shoulder to shoulder.

'Excuse me, excuse me...... heck!

To the "impulse" that suddenly came to his nose, Rock hurried to say no, then covered his nose with both hands to make a big shame.

Even though what I asked my husband for was "good business tomorrow," Karin gave me a worried look as she broke her face when a butler like my younger brother, who came soon, did something like a toddler.

"Rock, aren't you having a cold? Are you okay? '

To Karin's question, the butler, who thinks that self-management of his health is also within his job, shakes his neck small and sideways in the past few days with a good body of his own.

'No, it's not a cold, don't worry, ma'am.

Does your husband breathe weird things into the customer about the butler?

Maybe you're having some weird flirting...... '

To the butler's words, the lady walks into the bunk with a sleeping roll and only wakes up half of her body laughs again.

'Then you'd better go back and check it out.

Yeah, but maybe the lord would praise the butler's lock on the customer, and the customer would talk about the lock.

I'm really fine, so go back to your husband now.

Maybe my husband and two of my customers are having difficulty in the absence of an excellent butler '

'I understand, ma'am.

... I don't care if it's just because I want to talk to you, please call me. '

With a gentle smile that only showed to the Lord and his wife, I was horrified at what she "hadn't noticed" at all in my heart.

Recently, Ban, the heir of his Lord, was reported to have become sorry for the Lord's "second" grandson.

- With the end of the autumn red leaves, reports of the birth control rose to the deacon's lord.

The father and son of the lord reveal only to the deacon's lock and to Martha, the number one who divides the meal schedules, that they will remain silent in the "realm" until both mothers and children are stable with each other.

"If Rock and Martha are on our side, we'll be fine, whether we live here or through the stabilisation period."

He had become the lord of all names, but thought that Pean's judgment was not wrong, neither the deacon nor the serial number.

Deacon blinds his eyes, so that the body of the righteous daughter of the Lord is not burdened, and so that he does not save stress, so that his daughter, who returns even though he does not call, is more mindful than usual.

Martha was also careful there because of the "smell" and "flavoring" in Cinellaria's pregnancy, which is not that bad.

Even if the taste and taste of the meal just changed, because of the same sex, it was expected to be sharp for "change".

So there were some things that were struggling to keep me from taking pursuits from my daughters who would come back to care.

"Oh, man, when I look at these places, they're sharp and they're very observant, I think they're Pean Vinegar's daughters."

'Then, like it or not, my husband's, it's a mess... thank you too Martha for the forgiving tongue.

Even if you're suspicious, if you let Martha hit the tongue drum with a delicious dish, it's a deluded enough range. "" … The word "big mess" isn't deluded, Mr. Rock.

What you don't like or dislike is really thanks to the blood of Pean Vinegar. '

With a bitter laugh, I tried to ask what "Shitatsumi" meant in the beginning, but later I decided to find out for myself, and Shiba and the butler worked together daily to wait for the "stabilisation period" of the Lord's righteous daughter.

- If we keep this up, we'll be fine.

The days when pregnant women's husbands, butlers, butlers, and lords themselves look at the daily season book with that in mind.

Then, in the next few days, the Lord's Son reported that something "unfortunate" had happened at the "stabilisation period".

It was also reported that an apricot was involved at one end of the cause.

But even if some of the "cause" were on his granddaughter, neither the Lord, his grandfather, nor Ban, his son and father, would utter a word to blame Apricot at all.

Cinellaria has been ostensibly released as "greatly ill at the turn of the season," resting, being treated and rested by a doctor she secretly called upon.

The kids were playing with their two brothers, and Apricot at the end guessed "everything," and in the room - just like Karin, they didn't change their clothes, and they were pulling in.

"... for some reason now and in the autumn season, I care about your right hand keloid."

If Locke had quietly gone to see how things were going and reported so, the lord's father and son seemed to think of each other, and were all bowed down in the face of sinking pain.

In that way, the "condolences of the second grandson who died" knew the circumstances: the lord and his son, and the deacon and the butler alone, were silently executed in a chapel in the corner of the mansion, in front of a small coffin as if the doll were to be satisfied.

Martha brings the vegetable dough juice out of the meat to me in the basket and I can serve it.

"... if you were born, you lost a lot of delicious food in this territory, my little mother, who fed you."

I didn't weep, but I can tell by the lock standing next to me that my eyes were moist enough.

Immediately after that covert condolence, I was contacted by a mercenary "gun brother" who did not connect inside, and the butler feels just a little saved.

Without some distracting event from the Lord, he was worried that he might be sick about his two eyed grandchildren, who could not be born.

Especially even though I did everything I could, I never put one of my grandchildren on the table to mourn again, but I can feel depressed.

Even from the butler, in fact, there were annoying people around the cineralia, but I couldn't help but think that it wasn't as "flowing".

If there's a reason, I think it's something else, the inner part of the cineralia.

"... sounds like you ate a waiting list for a good reason, Rock"

"Oh, yes, sir, for what reason did you not get in touch with Mr. Sasaka?"

Called to the Lord at the secret base, the butler returns to me.

But according to a report from someone who contacted me, the mercenary gun brothers...

I was looking for it because something important had been lost, so I delayed my response.

That seems to have happened.

"If it's important, just put it on and put it on like a rock."

The "giver", who is always proud to wear the commemorative pocket watch that his deacon gave him after the peace, says that with mild indignation.

"... you are the Left Master, sir"

Such a giver said, "I can't clean it up, the tools are immediately lost celebrities", so with a bitter laugh, the butler started writing a reply and gave the pen to the Lord.

"A few days after my little condolences," I received a seal from my gun brother stating the date of my visit.

And we celebrated the day "today".

'... Now, if you'll excuse me, ma'am'

Close the doors of the Lords' bedrooms without carefully sounding.

Walk for a while - Deacon runs through the Lords' mansion from a point where Karin can no longer grasp the "footsteps".

"... sir, I hope you are able to properly serve the tea I have provided for your customers..."

Whatever it was, the lock hurried to the entrance to the "secret base".

"I wouldn't have done it."

"............ Haku Shit!!"

"... the tea now brewed by Lord Sage will be drunk by Lord Sage."

Julian demands it just in case.

'No, no, no, I can't believe I drink more than a guest, such disrespect...'

"Even if I say it in vain and sincerely, I'm sorry.

I don't know, maybe your spit in it. Can you drink tea?!

I'll brew myself, lend it to me!

That said, the mercenary took the pot of tea from the wise.

After a strange time of caring for each other's "attentive butlers".

Speaking of which, Pean and Julian had remembered that tea was prepared for "cultivation".

- If there's no sign of drinking, "I worry about the butler".

We have also handed over weapons to each other, so we are going to get tea for now.

And a wise man sneezed in Russia.

"Well, is a shiny mercenary still good at these things?

On a familiar note, Pean asks as he drinks his share of tea, handling a set of teas and Julian re-brews his share.

'Cause Balsam's been practicing for a long time.

Raise the pot high and pour the amber thin waterfall down into a mouth-watering cup on the saucer with the hot air.

"Anyone who wants a good cup of tea no more, but she's here without a chase."

I carefully returned the pot and looked back to the sage with a saucer with a cup of tea on it.

"... so, as I said before, thank you for speeding up the birth of Alsen."

"... what do you think of Angletham after her death, knowing her from an early age, if she had no children?

………

Julian does not answer and sips his brewed tea standing.

- Someone who knew Balsam from an early age shut up, and the wise man put his mouth on the cup and smiled small, realizing that his flirting had helped.

'Right. Well, if having a child has stopped the tragedy, I've never crossed it. "

However, I wished that the child had not been remembered, recalling the situation at the time of the reported death of Anglecam.

(I wonder how old you are already)

Think that far, close your eyelids hard and deep, and let's do your thing with our hearts.

(I recently lost my grandson, but he's my best friend, but it's a shameless thing to worry about your child)

- You shouldn't keep your mouth shut even though you're neglecting your own family.

The wise man created a situation where he was self-completing, drank up tea and finished "holding up".

'So it's time for you to answer this question?.

You can drink slowly. '

"If I can answer the wise man, I will.

In the meantime, help the little "Floyline" - don't worry, I'm determined to work with you.

Besides, tea is delicious, so you can take your place. "

Julian answered that and was waiting for a question from the wise man.

'... first of all with a caravan caution stick, wondering how a man about to come in disguise even knows about our inside feelings.

And if you're the "second person," you're only supposed to know about the doctors who were rarely wrapped in gold and the family of the van. "

He says "strange" in his mouth, but the mercenary felt it because of the "I know the answer" atmosphere to the question he had on the wise man's face.

Then he says, "Let's do a solution match," and the sage, not speaking in words, by putting his arms together, conveys it in the dark.

- If there's a "word you can use," give me something I need to communicate clearly in words.

With such emotions on his face, Julian once again supports his tea for drinking.

("Words" can be a pain in the ass, "customer")

- Julian can't use magic, but I remember hearing before that it's possible to receive telepathy. That's what Pean returns.

Telepathic, it's been a long time since I've been told, but the mercenary was to the point of raising a small brow without panic.

(Well, Sage seems to care a lot about all kinds of restrictions, he's going to know from our sage lord)

(… thank you, and you are so "clever" that it's strange that you can't really use magic)

Mercenaries laugh as they make Amber Falls again to the "reply" of the wise man who returns with a few surprises and truly "wonder" emotions.

Once upon a time, I could not voluntarily accept telepathy and "give" a reply thanks to the "tricks" that my best friend in magic taught me.

Best friend - Angletham said that in Julian's case, after being aware of "to whom", if he wanted to "tell" me to stick it on his forehead, he could easily "pick it up" if he could use telepathy.

- If this is how you telepathize, Julian's words are easier to convey than juxtaposed "magicians".

Apparently Anglecomb felt the same way about Pean Vinegar, the wise man, as he had leaked so much admiration.

"Well, then, may I ask for a" rattle, "if you don't mind staying in the words, Lord Mercenary?

Pean talks to Julian, who sips the second cup of tea.

The mercenary breathed out a little "kizza" before opening his mouth.

"Before that, it was thanks to the rare magician, Ms Citron Label, who was now shown to be in charge of the King's Capital School of Sorcery that the Doctor did not wind up in gold this time.

Even when I was the first grandson of Lord Sage's unfortunate, he threatened me hard inside so that the information wouldn't leak.

Besides, right now, anyone involved in magic in this country is a known person with a name.

More than a country lord. "

'Well, then use your grace forcefully. But it was worth asking for a job in healing.

… and all you can say to that kind of situation is that from "that time of year" you still visited Robrow and had some involvement "

The sage confirms by making sure to stare sideways at the deliciously tea-drinking mercenary, whilst making a loud noise.

Removing his lips from the edge of the cup, he took the sage's stare intact, and the shiny man imitated the sage and now smiled and showed it "unfaithfully".

People who are "smart" talk fast.

"Again," even if I did it myself, Lord Sage kept an eye on things from the "trail."

And the sons and the wives. "

Julian was going to throw back the "unanswered answer," but the sage was taking it lightly.

I am further breaking down my remarks and reconstructing the answer that is necessary for me "mercenaries have been involved in Robrow since that time".

"To your kind lord - the way you laugh at Julian Zaheto doesn't suit you, so leave it alone.

Besides, if you are "now", you will not receive this kind of talk by twisting it weirdly, until you are.

My son and his wife......, that was a big part of what you see in your "duty" as a parent.

Whatever, we were newlyweds with young children. '

"Infidelity, infidelity, smile" was difficult to use muscles for, so the mercenary usually laughed and nodded thanks for the advice on what had been done to stop it.

Smiling back small to that laugh, tightening his mouth, the wise man speaks out again.

"... if I may add," I felt it that way, "but I can't do the" horrible "thing that you say even though you don't know for sure.

How many times has a person's history been danced to it and meaningless sacrifices of life have been made '

Before turning to Julian's question, "Why didn't you say so before?", the answer also comes in an easy way for Julian to receive.

Predicted everything, it's foreseen - I get that impression from this tall, gray-haired guy.

(Maybe this guy says a lot about "like that" in this guy, and he's having a lot of trouble)

Julian Zaheto personally strives not to "pelican" there alone, even if he is given that impression.

That was nothing more than the familiar infants.

Before the end of the pacification, each image was too strong, and I had encountered it many times during my journey that it preceded me.

Even if they did actually come into contact, they were familiar with behaviors that gave people the impression they would say.

However, if you have tried to calm down, it is not "god", "demon" or "witch" who is acting on it, there is a "person" reason for it, and there is a cause for it.

- A little, think about it, and you'll know.

Abandoning to think about it without realizing it, we just have a convenient idea that it's easy to understand and "we don't want to struggle as hard as we can to get the Prime Minister back."

All I'm moving is my mouth, and I'm waiting for my dear friend to serve something far away from people, so that we can get rid of anything that's disturbing us, with a "I'm here for you" as a absolution mark.

Julian wanted to lighten the "burden of childhood familiarity" at all, so he told the mercenaries and the people he could relate to while taking care of the stick the first time to "think" and spread it.

Julian taught him how to fight as long as he wanted to, if he could tell him what to think for sure.

Julian "couldn't help" the young familiars until he found someone who could fight in the true sense of the word from the people of this country.

If it's true, the people should make history, not heroes.

(But if a "man" who doesn't have as much faith as a hero tried to make history, it would be easier to be "danced, meaningless sacrifice of life" on his own, unfortunately)

Julian thought about it in such a good way that he could be asked, the wise man took it and answered it as well.

Apparently, Julian's depression (depression) in a flattened country where young familiars could not have risked their lives, while congratulating him, is being seen through.

It's like the only "darkness of heart" held by a gentleman named Julian Zaheto, but I didn't mind if this wise man saw me.

"I don't mind if you don't like me - I don't mind if you don't like me." If they do, I can feel like I don't mind exposing myself or the abominable part.

(It's ironic. So, that's a long way off, Sage.)

"The history of man" from the story of saving the little lady (Floyline).

I mouth whatever I want, I want to go back the line of conversation, and Julian speaks those words.

And as I was supporting the third cup of tea, I noticed that there were also citrus fruits available that were cut into rings.

Hey, you don't mind if I use the fruit you're supporting here?

I've been tired of "turning my head too much" since I visited this secret base, so I'd like to use it if I can.

(Well, I used "chi" the most, but I think I also used a little strength)

In the meantime, pick the citrus fruit cut into rings at your fingertips and ask the sage, the host of this place, the mercenary.

'Oh, I don't mind.

If you're tired of it, you should also use what's in the pottery next to it '

Pottery Pot?

Julian searches for the pot she was told, floating about three slices of fruit in a cup with a quick, wide mouth of tea.

'If I'm tired, I try to take you.

Nearby, can you throw me a couple of '

Isn't that sugar?

I'm not going to hide what I'm tired of, but I'm wondering if it's enough to be visible, and I find what the sage tells me, and Julian reaches out and opens the lid.

When I opened the lid with the sound of a clam, there was a solid little white block-shaped object rolling in coronation.

From the finesse of the small grain that shapes the solids, we quickly know that it is sugar.

"What, sugar after all? But it's unusual to have individual shapes.

So, I don't want to use sugar. "

As I was asked, I picked a couple of them at my fingertips appropriately and threw them at the wise man and let them go.

The few solid sugars thrown drew a beautiful parabola, and the wise man summed it up brilliantly and took it with one hand, letting it go into his own mouth.

These sugars are the best way to get tired of your head.

Sorry, I'm a fruit pie if I'm tired.

Julian includes tea in his mouth with a cup on the saucer and three floating round cuts of fruit.

"The main nutrient of the fruit is" sugar, "so sugar is a lump of it."

The wise man throws another block of sugar in his mouth.

"... a white, beautiful lady may be good, but I want to heal my fatigue with colorful people."

"It's pure white sweetness, so it soothes my tired head and feelings."

Again, an "irreplaceable" place emerges between the sage and the mercenary, and, not until earlier, the air of evil fills between secret bases.

- Sage secretly explores putting block-shaped sugar on his thumbnail and hanging it in a "cup of tea" and punching it in.

Battle-experienced mercenaries feel the "killer" and wait to avoid "bullets" if they don't dare to cover them with their backs.

At that time, there was a slight shake and the running sound of the lift used to visit the secret base with the "gown gown" came into the ears of two tall people.

Apparently, Deacon's lock is coming back here.

Julian's already thought this would end the conversation and battle like an idiot himself.

However, a wise man comes behind Julian and grabs the Guest's shoulder with gassilli as he hands the solid sugar he had on his thumb.

Whoa, what is it?

Of course, the cup of tea and saucer that Julian had in his hand also swayed and overflowed slightly from the cup.

But when he looked back on his face, the wise man opened his mouth with a gooey angle up.

Let's ask Deacon Rock which is preferable: "Just fine," in consuming sugar, "with" old sage Pean Vinegar "and" mercenary gun brother Julian Zaheto ".

Rest assured, if Rock asks about private matters, his feelings and preferences are clear.

Besides, I've never asked this question before, so it's never in my favor. '

All of a sudden, in the running sound of a lift that becomes a gouge, a wise man suggests such a thing.

The mercenary, who was going to have some idea of how to handle the weirdo named "Sage," snorted funny, answering.

I stare at the round-cut fruit floating in black tea, and this one laughs niggly.

"That's fine, Deacon, for what you are cautious about on a daily basis, your depressed desires will be healed by the sugar content of brightly colored fruits.

Besides, I think the feeling is there at a time when this is how I'm supporting fruit rounding.

The colorful fruit is left visible outside, and the lumps of sugar are trapped with a lid in brightly colored ceramics, and I don't know if I can guess from it.

The expression "kiza" and "colour" were greatly served, and a strong appeal was made to "to consume sugar is fruit".

- Will my lord and the mercenary, who only got a good impression on me as a butler, be doing well?

With that in mind, the butler was turning the lift pulley with his hands fitted with gloves, doing everything he could to get it out on his own.

Above all, I rub my mind "will my husband be doing proper customer service" and move it too fast for some (isa) or lift speed.

(I'm just kidding, if I'm not in a bad mood, it's fine.)

Until now, although it has been really minor, it is not like there has never been any damage to the Guest's feelings in the past.

If the butler politely apologized because he was an unobtrusive diplomat who came in with the "daughter" introduction, then although I'm glad he pulled back there, this time, he must never be out of order.

- I'm going to ask someone to help Apricot protect Karin's appearance and my talented granddaughter's "heart".

I was surprised because it was really unusual for the Lord, who did not like to make a thing of gratitude, not to rely on others.

But I'm glad Rock is serious about trying to protect my granddaughter.

- It is intolerable for a deacon to hurt someone who feels both Pean and Karin, although he is not a real child and a grandson.

(But sometimes I can't contain the "flirtatious mind"...)

This is still difficult to discern even in locks, but apparently, there is a type of flirtatious mind of the Lord, and I don't know if Julian Zaheto, the guest, applies to it.

However, when I was acting with four heroes of peace, I remember many "serious types" such as Angletham and myself being the victims.

(Julian said, "Kiza" and "gentle" stood out...

I wonder how this goes with your husband?)

I arrived at the secret base with the sound of "Gachan" while I was thinking about it.

The butler locks the lift device securely, then makes sure to rush out halfway, opens the lift door, and goes outside.

Beyond the silver iron lattice, my lord and guest were talking about something with a "smile" and I was relieved.

Besides, the Lord does not have it in his hands, but the Guest does have a cup of tea, and the aromatic incense of tea reaches the butler's nose.

Good, sir. You're a good man.

If it's true, I can even remember being lightly impressed by the fact that Rock, the butler, had to deal with the "Vinegar family" without losing his character, but the flirtatious lord did it with certainty.

The Lord is inviting Rock with a smile on his face with his guests.

"Yes, what is it, sir, Master Zaheto?"

Hurry and dive through the iron plaid entrance, and the butler stands in front of the two tall men.

As a matter of fact, this is Lord Julian and I are splitting our opinions on a "certain thing."

While the pean releases the sugar into his mouth at his long fingertips, "an outward smile," the atmosphere opens his mouth as he looks at Julian chillily in soft shape.

Guest Julian had single-handedly prepared tea, turning a gentle smile unchanged from the beginning against Rock.

The aromatic incense, apparently, wasn't just tea, but a citrus system floated around it - I realized it was thanks to the fruit that Rock was supporting.

(Tea is with you, and it's not a last name, so much so that we can call each other by name.)

- If this is the case, Zahetto will surely help in the "rough treatment" that the Lord said he would carry out.

If the help was not pleasant - let alone "refused" - the Lord told the Deacon that he was willing to "cooperate", even though he took a somewhat absurd approach.

But if this is how we're both laughing, I'm honestly relieved that I don't think we're going to have to do this any more.

That reassuring feeling held my chest, and now my pleasure that Apricot "doesn't have to be in a hard situation or have a hard time" was all over my head, and I rarely listened to my husband well.

He also said words that encouraged a slightly different "interpretation" as to whether the sage's way of speaking influenced the earlier expression of "kizza" and "colour" in Julian's story.

- Pean says, "White, clear, so you have the charm to jump straight in."

- Julian says, "It's colorful, but it also has other exciting flavors and behaves differently depending on the season."

I excerpted that place and Rock listened, and eventually "Rock, which do you prefer?!" and the butler turned an intriguing gaze from the two of them.

"Well, I hope it feels white and clear and straight, but I think it's very appealing because it's colorful and exciting."

In the meantime, I can't break that atmosphere because the corner owner and the guest are getting along - that's how I feel, the moment Rock smiles.

There were deep vertical wrinkles engraved between the eyebrows of the wise man and the mercenary, staring at each other.

"To?!