Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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?!

The more I forget Rock is in the middle of work, the shocking "sight," the more I accidentally make a dumb voice.

"Ugh?!

Gasilli and each hand were placed on the butler's left and right shoulders in such a way as to be sandwiched from both the wise and the mercenary.

'My husband and Zahetto, what have you done?!

"Careful Rock, that would be a very good answer..."

First, the Guest says while sharpening his eyes, smiling at the lock, and staring at the wise man beside him, while holding the teacup in one hand.

"What... Rock never cares, if you choose someone who feels attracted to me and my guests, that's fine.

Whichever way you choose, you talk to the Guest so that no harm remains. '

The Lord asks an honest sentiment from a deacon loyal to himself, with a sage classic "infidelity, infidelity" smile.

And to the Guest, with the air of not hostility, but obviously "sticking together," he was pointing at the smile he made - this one is clever, too - when it comes to clever.

Then, the wise and the mercenaries stare at each other, then again at the butler, waiting for Rock's choice.

(... wasn't I breaking it down while I was taking care of your wife?!)

As always, Rock is grabbed on the shoulders by sage and mercenaries along with the temper of being a normal force from left to right but "not releasing until answered".

(Often, though I don't know the situation -)

Deacon thinks in his head filled with experience and care that neither face will crush "the answer".

(... though it might be rude)

"Even if you ask me that, and I choose one of you to answer, and you say that I will not leave the roots of evil behind, I can only feel the momentum to leave the roots of evil behind, my husband, Zahetto and you both.

And this is like a "children's fight"!. In this way, I have trouble supporting both of you to work together now to get things done!

He was a caring butler, but halfway through, he became "self-absorbed" and, in a sense, "genuine" spit out "facts" toward the Lord and the Guest.

Both the sage and the mercenary, who were told the figure, roared briefly, "Ugh," floating each hand on the deacon's shoulder.

In their mouths, they both say, "I don't care which one the butler chooses," but if you really chose one, you can even hear it from this reaction that you are determined to care.

(And...)

The deacon glances at the evil looking Lord of punishment, who is now a wolf.

I know it's rude for the Guest, but when it comes to Pean Vinegar, whom I will continue to associate with, I have to think and answer for a few answers to these choices.

The lock was meant to be a valve.

The Lord knows that he depends on Pean Vinegar.

So I never complain about what the Lord has chosen for the butler - and I know that's the best, most comfortably "easy" and most importantly "happy" for Rock.

If the Lord's Pean is smiling, the Deacon doesn't mind if he bleeds with pain.

Because Pean also "knows" that, when he was still dedicated to his lord's work, he had instructed several times that if he had seen it from the residents, he would have ignored the deacon's feelings.

Therefore, there are other places and parts that do not have "own will" other than "always by the pean", which is one of the reasons they say "shadow of the lord".

- "That" is like being on the table, I don't have any feelings for myself, it's just a shadow of a lord.

To those with a bad mouth, there were even those who took off the perception of people and put it in such a way that even monsters would see it.

But for the sake of the Lord, who wished Robrow peace, the deacon, dressed in disguise, investigated the inner affairs in the rural towns of the realm, was smiling unexpectedly when he actually heard it.

(For me, the best compliment)

However, since the Lord called himself as a "friend" from the time he joined the peace, it is distressing that Rock cannot play more of a role than a shadow.

They call me "friend," and they trust me, but they don't ask for the Lord's instructions, and they do their job thinking about what is not wrong as the Lord's choice at their discretion.

That's what I can't do, even if I want to.

I can't rock Pean Vinegar's voice, letters, gaze and tricks - without direct will from him.

It was just said to be the shadow of a lord, and the deacon's job was to convince everyone in the territory that it was "as stunning as the lord did".

Especially even if the Lord gave brilliant instructions and ideas, it required delicate procedures to shape them, and even those that were likely to take time, the butler was brilliantly finishing within the indicated time.

That way, even if you get a strong assessment, the butler can't move on his own.

When I had just come to this mansion, instead of the parents of my predecessor Lords, who had mostly left Robrow absent for diplomacy, Rock was slapped into the job with Pean's instructions by someone in the position of a family order who was partitioning the house.

When Pean replaced his lord after his retirement, Locke was "deacon," and just when he took office, the state began to lean, and it was promulgated by the state to stay in the territory opposite of his parents.

Despite the constant presence of the Lords, they have been given instructions to entrust "full powers" and a book with rules arranged by Pean, so if from the side, the Deacon would have thought and seemed to partition the house.

Regardless of the Lord's obedience, there were places where the Deacon scolded the flirting Lords in front of the people, and they had shown them.

But that was nothing more than asking me to scold Pean Vinegar when he was joking because he was a revered lord.

No one - except Pean - realizes that deacons are mainly morbidly "dependent", even if they sometimes say "shadows of lords" for that reason.

Even farmers and intellectuals in the realm who have come to the Lords' residence for their opinions to Him for diligent and honest deacons will be polite, but never speak their own language.

Even if there was a time to answer, even if I pretended "for my husband to say-" and made him grumble or disgust me, I would only speak the words that were in the Lord's mouth.

After a few years of such flowing days, Karin was unable to perform the role of Lady Lordship from the "tragedy of bereavement of her grandson".

Pean goes along with it, leaving only his name as lord, after retreating from the front line.

Deacon, said the Lord.

"Let's find out what we like about Rock, little by little.

That's Pean Vinegar's Hope. "

Knowing my pathological "dependence," Rock was bewildered when he told me that.

"I want to know what I like, hope."

Even so, the Lord knows very well that the people who depend on him "to make decisions" are things that Rock likes to do, and that they become hopeful.

But if they say "Pean Vinegar's Hope," there's no choice to refuse to rock.

"You have to make what you (Rock) like"

That's the only idea I can do right now.

However, even if I think about my preference, the fact that "sir" said "preferred" instantly scratches off the rock's preference.

I then apply and remember the "pean" preferred and rock preferred.

So, "Rock's Favorite Thing" is going to be worn with pean stuff.

The wise man should understand the curse of his "heart and head" dependence - it is.

- What the hell is your husband thinking about letting you look for my "favorite thing" now?

Such a bewildered deacon's feelings also begin to explain to me, with a bitter laugh, in a way that the Lord is certain and predictable.

"What inspired me, but thanks to my son's return, I was able to make some free time around the corner.

Then, as Ban said, I certainly would use my time for my favorite research, but how else did I think about using my time?

So, I've been looking back at how I've spent my 50 + years. "

So once he cut the words, Pean put his arms together, lowered the eye lid and closed his eyes firmly.

Then keep it closed and slowly open your mouth.

As a father or lord, I have a sense that I've spent a lot of time "for my family" and "for my people".

However, as a result, the residents were reasonably convinced.

So, if you're family, you know Rock.

It's hard to flatter a well-rounded family, and one granddaughter couldn't do anything about it, and I'm sorry to hear that. "

With thin eyes, the deacon waits silently for the word that the self-mocking Lord continues to say.

"And the next thing that came to mind was the time I spent for my friends.

... the amount of time I spent on "for a friend" that I can confidently say is about 4 years.

Still, did you use your time for your friend on the first side? Speaking of which, it's not "

Slowly open what was a thin eye and find the butler who is "number one friend" at the end of his gaze, slowly raising the edge of his mouth.

"One day, when I truly left the Lord's throne, I felt sorry for myself for not knowing how many" favorite things "of" Friend of the Pean's Rock "were instead of" Shadow of the Lord's Rock ".

And by then, Karin, who is feeling a little better, and Rock and I and the three of us, we want to talk slowly.

That's what I want you to know. I want you to know about your friends.

Hearing the Lord's "Hope," the Deacon realized that he really wanted that hope to come true.

I noticed that this boiling thought was "my feelings" rather than boiling from dependence.

So that the Lord may speak proudly of his friends when he has finished his role as Lord.

"So, sometimes when we talk about something, and the content of that story is a butler who fits in with the lord at all times, the story won't swell?"

The butler laughed because he understood the words he was saying in the blindfold.

- I prefer a husband whose seriousness can't last long and can't be illuminated when he gets occasionally serious about a habit he's always joking about.

Pean laughs, too, because if Rock quickly said "something he likes" in his mouth, he knew immediately that it wasn't something that was coming from dependence.

"That's all right, from now on, say hello like that"

Then, the days that seemed to explore Rock's own "preferences" began with Lords and Deacons.

The first thing I found out was food preference, which a lightly familiar woman tells Rock.

Rock himself thought the food he liked was the raw ham the lord often likes to eat.

Martha, however, did tell me that Rock often chooses ham during meals, but that the most commonly eaten is vegetable salad.

Haven't you noticed that bribing is the first thing you say about a salad?

If you looked closely, Rock didn't seem to be letting the "pean preference expose its own preference" tie if it wasn't even routinely limited.

"... then you don't even realize that Rock seems to prefer cats to dogs."

In the days of searching for Rock's taste, Karin, who had passed a few and just brought it back a little, also told me the part about which the lord and butler had not noticed.

And a butler like my brother's "look for what he likes" only brightens Karin's feelings.

I don't even think of Karin as my husband, Pean, who is trying to force me to go outside.

I was worried that my wife would be disconnected from the outside in living a life that just wasn't on the table, so I thought it would be a good thing to just let her feel like she was going outside - suitable for active rock.

In spending that way, the butler noticed something surprisingly sweet, though I guess this is "if it's a woman".

This, too, she tells me when Karin can have tea with me.

Rock doesn't eat much tea and sweets, but he always had two drinks on his own with a teaspoon.

This is the easiest to drink, and no one has ever told me anything about how to drink it.

Because the Lord's Pean was a "person who put sugar in the mood then", Deacon just thought so himself.

And while I didn't realize it, I realized for the first time since I was told that I was adding two glasses of sugar each time "in the mood of that time".

This was said of Pean when he was with him, and Karin had not spoken and laughed in a long time, to the surprise of two men, the Lord and Deacon.

"It's good to know things you didn't know in these ways, Lord, Rock."

Well, maybe Karin could join us and find two more places that I or Rock didn't realize.

Karin's face in her husband's words was as gorgeous as her daughter's when she came to marry her, and she nodded small.

And Karin joined the search for Rock's favorite thing from then on.

- I may have mourned my granddaughter for her immature thoughts.

Without such certainty, Karin's expression is brighter when she is "looking" for something she didn't realize in the past than when she felt like chasing herself down.

Above all, what was clearly "needed" from peans and rocks was connected to brightening Karin's feelings.

(My husband always protects his loved ones at some point)

Even if it turns out to be a bad situation that I can't help myself, and I sit on the spot, it gives me a "hiccup".

Whether or not to grab the hand depended on the person, but Rock wanted to take care of the happiness gained from grabbing it from when it was picked up by Pean.

- At the secret base, a new "rock lover" (who can't grasp the flow of the story clearly) was now in a situation where he had to decide in front of his guests and the Lord.

In the meantime, if I always praised the same procedure as "scolding" the Lord in order to calm two older fifty (fifty) people, who don't know why but who have undeniable tension, I managed to calm them down.

However, we both seem to have settled down, but the air of the place is apparently about to fill with "awkwardness", drifting from the Lord and Guests who have been reprimanded by the Deacon.

(... I really can't grasp the flow of the story, but I failed)

While I think I have to answer "whoever I like," the butler feels a little rushed that "the two faces didn't crush" has obviously depressed his mind.

'Surely, as Rock says, it's not very popular, and you would have left the roots of the scourge behind'

"Well, I can't help but ask.

It depends on what you like. It's not a choice. "

"... but what you and I say, do you have a choice but two?"

Pean and Julian are trying to deliver the story in a way that reflects on what they have been scolded for since they were younger and folds their opinions with each other, but the vibrancy they saw earlier in their tense relationship has disappeared.

That stirs up guilt that the butler doesn't need.

(Sure, although it's not like I was forced to hear from people, I was able to hear about the atmosphere of my husband and Zahetto as if it was getting better around the corner.)

Fist the hand that fits the gloves of the butler.

(That's right. In the meantime, it will also be an opportunity for my husband to get to know "the new rock favorite" … "the person")

If we don't hurry, the Lord pinches a chunk of sugar with his fingers and throws it into his mouth, and this one slice of fruit that is compatible with the tea that the Guest has supported is not picked from the cup with his fingers, he eats only the fruit part, and this air is about to catch a "paragraph".

- If we can, we want to move on to talking about "rough treatment" in an atmosphere where we can encourage each other.

(The "words" that my husband and the customer can both express and express -)

"My husband, Dear Zaheto, my preferred" woman "is the one with the big breasts who looks good in both outfits!!

That's what the Deacon said when the Lord and the Guest mistakenly thought [they were talking about the type of woman they preferred].

'What?'

"To?"

'... Huh?

- A few dozen minutes later.

Julien Zaheto and the butler's lock of the Vinegar family were doing the “ rearrangement ” of the secret base underground in accordance with the instructions of sage Pean Vinegar, with the two of them “ letting it ”.

And one way or another, Julian, the chatter, is talking to the butler while doing what he was instructed to do for sure.

The butler is accustomed to working while talking, and responds to the conversation of the Guest who helps with the work.

But the work is smooth, but the air doesn't come off - it's heavy because of the huge depression of the lock.

I do respond to Julian's conversation with certainty, but the reaction is dark and heavy.

However, the verbal politeness has not been compromised, and the slowness of the reaction seems to be the holding of the "butler", but this makes Julian feel more "shitty" to be answered.

Julian, however, has tried to be silent for a few minutes or so before chatting like this.

Then it was, and while the butler did the work silently, he couldn't bear to see himself bored remembering "what happened earlier".

Therefore, Julian keeps talking so that the butler has a dark, heavy voice, but doesn't have to "remember" and "get bored.

By the way, the Lord, the wise man, quickly perceived that the butler was in a state of “ no place for himself ” by being with him, and told his guests

"Julian, keep this with Rock"

"Oh, hey, Pean!!

and the note form that would have been prepared for handing over to the butler - I gave him the instructions for repositioning the secret base and once I was away from this place.

The reason why the butler remembers and becomes bored is of course what the butler said earlier when he misunderstood and answered, "The Favorite".

It was an event in which the sage and the mercenary were talking in analogy to each other, combined with things that were really rare and just not listening carefully to the butler.

"Okay," the chair is wrapped up and secured with a rope just in case. "

Julian folds one leg over the other of a two-legged chair that he finds simple but superior.

"Yes, tied with rope and wrapped, both legs wrapped up over there, please, Master Zaheto"

The words are polite, the replies are quick and concise - but what I feel from Rock's voice is as dark and heavy as ever.

(I don't know what I can do, this air...)

The mercenary thinks while cleverly wearing a cloth to prevent scratches from reaching the two-legged chair and tying it up.

What I was going to do - after perusing what was written in the letter sent to me, I didn't intend to cooperate from the beginning.

It strikes me that some parts of the letter also say that a young man (who looks but is quite old) who is a butler is hurting his feelings for his young granddaughter.

(Then I wish you, the lord, could move)

If you're reading that and you think about it, the next note says, "If you have a bad mouth or hand, it will be even more confusing," and Julian shuts up.

He was also Julian, who couldn't wipe his personal inferiority toward Pean Vinegar, so he went to Robrow for now and even thought about deciding how to help by being in the “ annoying ” person.

And Julian settled in on the idea of actually meeting Pean Vinegar, who doesn't fit his taste, doesn't fit his mind, and is probably incompatible.

Mercenaries just didn't get that bad impression when it comes to the people he cares about.

Especially a butler who is looking as dark as cloudy weather in front of him but is precisely cleaning up the few conditioning items at the secret base as instructed.

I had a particularly good impression on him, so I feel like letting him relieve the depression if I can.

(If this happens, I'll try the guy who says, "It rains and hardens the ground")

When this "cooperation" was over, perhaps the only goal was to find a gun and create a "picture book to send to her."

(No, if you're a gun, don't I have to do that?)

When I first reunited with a boy with tinted hair and eyes in a long time, there was still - "Netsuark Saxfawn" did not remember Julian at all, as the wise man said.

So if he told the “ will ” from the wise, he went light with a brown-skinned boy with a big sword of his body that he was a friend of Netsurk ’ s, a reminder of Anglecomb.

Julian, so-called - over his freedom, it's this time, and he's on his way.

Not destined to be tied to redemption for those who have sacrificed "guns," but to live for those whom you wanted to cherish.

Sage even left me in his will, but when it comes to Julian's loved ones back then - about the kind of family the childhood familiars left behind.

And you'll always be inside the holster, "Eliphas."

It behaves like it's the first time, but Julian Zaheto's first personal visit to Lobrow was only shortly after Trenia's death, when she is actually tangled up in her work and visits regularly.

After returning from the first Robrow, I was told a story about going west to the rich man in the Selisanceum countryside, who was making a fool of himself with his job as a caution stick.

It is also said to be poorly connected, less liked in this world, the "western direction".

If I had heard that an armed mercenary was bound to go in that direction, I would have done business from the western direction, built a caravan, and asked Julian for the escort job.

Thanks to this, other than following gun information to somewhere in the country, I often go to Lobrow on a regular basis with my job as well.

The difficulty for Julian was that the Lobrow inhabitants, who tend to be wary of the remnants, "visited at work," open their mouths without a hard eye, "if you work, you have no choice," he said.

It's also as a caravan in the record, so there will be the power of the rich who introduced me to the job, but I didn't have to leave a name on Robrow's books of custody, etc.

Most importantly, "Eliphas" - sucking away a part of my memory, even using a page of picture books.

Collect information about Lordship Robrow every time he travels to the West Territories, without leaving Julian's memory behind other than the memory of his "Tale-Favorite Caravan Escort."

If we compiled the information gathered, how could the four daughters, in peace, make it good that equality is upheld, every day from the inhabitants appeared to be bewitching the admired father.

And when I heard that the daughter-in-law of my son Ban, who would succeed the lord, had conceived the twins, the "paper plane" of the example communication reaches Julian.

There are two short letters of business.

The first is the power of a picture book with an example of "Eliphas," a person who was not sucked out of Pean Vinegar's memory, and the person is headed to Lobrow to assist with the twin's birth control.

The second is that there are disturbing movements in the Wang capital.

- Perhaps, there's a good chance that there's a "gun" involved.

From there, the proxy of the wise man means that the disciple - presumably the lettering of Netsuruk, if the child made it to write, it was a reasonably beautiful habit, with details.

The Wang Capital also had a disturbing move, but Netsuerk's mistake cracked the face to Anglekham.

The shadowy escort of the keen prime minister was noted in a letter that was only slightly smaller, as he could no longer do it in Netsuerk, could he please?

(In a way, it could mean something like a reflection)

Smiling bitterly, remembering the boy who has forgotten about himself, he signs an accepted reply and heads to the Wang Capital.

But now Julian's "misread" has managed to protect his infant son, but his infancy is doomed.

On the face of it, Chancellor Angletham was treated as a sudden death due to an accident, when Julian had no time to be depressed, and now he had "better get back to Robrow" and was again contacted by a wise man.

- One of Pean Vinegar's granddaughters, still in her mother's womb, is about to be unfortunate.

- If, unfortunately, the person who remembers Pean Vinegar's accomplishments will probably return to the King's Capital due to human resources due to the absence of Angletham this time.

- If you want to meet, you shouldn't miss this opportunity.

When the letter was handed to him in the Wang capital, in the midst of the early horses of the military decree being supported, the mercenary, who was already familiar with the way, succeeded in getting ahead and going to Lobo.

But even as I moved to Robrow, I grabbed the "Eliphas" gently, and I couldn't get the young trembling voice out of my ear: 'Please, someone, someone get my father...!!'.

At that rate, this time we slip through the barracks and wait for the early horses on the way to where the lord's son and his wife live.

The inhabitants of Robrow come from the outside - especially if they are not comfortable with "military personnel", which can also be described as symbols of the outside, as we know enough from previous "surveys".

And when I don't have a job in the caravan, I am familiar with being the extra person of choice in my spare time.

So...

If you're in a hurry, why don't I show you the Citron Label on my behalf to your lord's son?

And if I took it, I succeeded in turning that early horse into a guide.

In the order, he said, "Actually, His Majesty's Immediate Secret Service" and said, "If you show me a red scarf with a garnet pattern from Trenia, you can trust me."

And Julian, hearing the story of Trenia still admired by the people as the "Mother of the Nation," as the soldiers of the early horses ran their horses together, smiled proudly at the greatness of childhood familiarity.

Eventually, we reach the mansion where the son and wife of the lord live.

After a soldier from a premature horse responded and suddenly pushed out a maid to stop him from trying to get inside.

As expected, a "move" in the Wang capital was dropped by a paper plane.

If I opened the paper plane letter quickly, it details what Julian cares about.

What the mercenaries were worried about was that they also took good account of the childhood familiarity that made them the "King's Majesty" that remained.

After Anglecomb's sudden death, he ordered the person who had succeeded him in his role to form a new special organization in the army and put him under surveillance for the bereaved family.

(Gloriosa, too, is turning her head and getting smarter. Boulder, you're the king)

In the past, I thought I would have been able to respond so quickly, but I recall that there is still a "priest" on my childhood side.

He keeps an eye on Gloriosa as a "God's Server", though he does not go on and advise.

Most importantly, if you still have a "buddy" to exchange words with, it's okay.

I'm gonna be okay with backup from the outside, as a people.

A sharp Julian's hearing captures the voice of a soldier of a premature horse and a woman he hears for the first time when he grunts about such a thing and folds the letter.

- In the first place, can you trust that spy?.

"Ha, I'm quickly suspected.

Do you want to sell this place a favor to Pean Vinegar, who was looking to collect his memories, although I'm sorry for the Netuark that looked into it? "

Put your hand on your chest and grab "Eliphas" at your fingertips.

Julian bowed her head with the sound of the door opening, undeniably under the impression that her silver hair was harsh, but an older beauty came out of the mansion with a soldier of early horses.

- Okay, here's the "Kiza" show.

Small, breathe in.

"It is foolish for a noble and beautiful sorcerer who loves solitude like you to belong to such a painful army.

You shouldn't even keep... "

In the end, except perhaps for the four heroes of the Peace, he didn't ask Citron Label about it, but only sucked his memory.

After dropping her off, the country moves out again.

Determine to identify "Pean Vinegar" in Julian Zaheto's eyes during the re-operational routine.

The times went on with the queen, the prime minister and the misfortune, but the king is a safe and sound minister, but the world is not eaten up by the work of mercenaries.

If the time has passed, the disciple who took the wise man tells me "freedom" and reminds me of what is important when the time is about to come to give me a light ride.

When I remembered that angel's "young voice," I felt the warmth from inside the holster.

"... Eliphas cared too?

The magical tool with the name "loved one" on his chest - which the wise man seems willing to say - also seemed just as worried about the young boy facing the death of his father as Julian.

Is there anything I can do for her?

Take it out and think as you stare at the "goddess that dwells in the picture book" of a never decaying picture book.

"... right, a picture book"

What I remember in that is how childhood friends read books all the time.

I'm sure that little boy doesn't even know the father who looks like he's reading a book until he "fights what his father was hoping for".

And that "boy" wouldn't be as good as his father, but he'd probably like the book.

- I'll tell you that, let's draw a picture book.

Fortunately, mercenaries have time.

So when I first started sketching the "picture" of the picture book, I went because there was a slight "kina smell" information in the robow that I had been researching since the prep (kai), and it also included work on the caution stick.

Immediately head to the liquor store about the territory, a resident who knows Julian's face and casual character, but doesn't remember his name, raises his hand and urges him to take a seat.

Apparently, a covert dissatisfaction was emerging among the inhabitants.

The daughters of the Lords had adopted a "talent first" policy, and the absence of a prime minister has spurred a signing effort from the nobility that pushes the politics of "anything is equal".

- Still, the successor to Pean Vinegar would be Van Vinegar, though.

- Yeah, well, the lords are still fine, so they'll do their best until the grandchildren grow up.

- Oh, and it's good to have a girl in my third "inner grandson" before this.

I listen to you laughing at that story, "unplugging" my information again, and leaving the scene in a colloquial manner.

For a while, there won't be any movement.

If you were thinking that way, within less than six months, the story enters that the family of lord's sons has been recalled from the mansion in the corner of the territory.

As usual on a regular basis, if you heard the story in the liquor store, the mercenary heard something like a dissatisfaction with the lord for the first time - one way or another, with the "Lady Lordship".

- If the Lady Lordship had kept me a little tighter.

- You don't have to do almost anything retired, even to the lord.

Julian also thought this was the real thing because it was a word on booze.

Still, I guess I don't say bad because the people think that taking care of their wives is also a "pean vinegar" attraction.

But these stories are not interesting for the kind people, so I left the tavern early if I did any treatment on this day.

Fortunately, even if she talks about blaming the Lady Lordship, she won't hear it.

Well, even if the lord's wife showed up in front of her, there wouldn't be anyone who could say it face to face.

You're dissatisfied, but if you put it in your mouth, you're scared that they'll get scratched, which makes you dissatisfied again.

It's not like I want to attack.

Because the "lords" of the inhabitants just don't move the way they want.

And the reason for that is for only one weak person.

"Please despise your wife for your own sake ~"

When the liquor turned just a little, it was his head, and Julian threw up poison.

It's a fine thing to give priority to someone you've made your life companion to, Lord.

And then a few more years later, in the early summer months, Julian Zaheto, who came here on a regular caravan escort job, would hear stories that were not interesting this time around.

"... why doesn't that sage move?

Growling hatefully, the mercenary glances at the mansion on a small high hill.

I realize it because the little girl, as if she were a "sacrifice", is Julian, the other person, even though she is not blatantly but "hateful" emotions directed at her by the people.

Julian is the only one in the caravan who will be free once he gets to his destination.

The next time a caravan leaves, the mercenary usually uses a sketch of an example picture book to kill time.

This time I "hid" the tool and looked at the little girl - exploring Apricot Vinegar.

Until then, I've heard stories about that girl from time to time.

The appearance and great character of the grandmother concession and the wisdom and witchcraft talent of the grandfather concession.

Especially about its appearance and talent, no matter how many times.

But Julian's mind was distracted by the fact that every inhabitant who spoke of "apricot" was giving those two names and would not use words to describe "the girl herself".

"The blood of the well-known gets all imagined by" that way. "

Mercenaries can be explored further this time while using "Eliphas" just in case they feel slightly frightened.

Then, realizing the identity of one end of what seems to have caused Apricot's "reputation" to spread greatly, Julian exhales an inexorable sigh.

- "Schools" built by childhood acquaintances who became prime ministers in order to give them equal opportunities to learn.

The location led to a lower general rating for Apricot.

Perhaps if Angletham had lived, he would have facilitated every time something went wrong and smoothed out replacing the "equality" of learning with the "equity".

However, equality is spreading in a distorted way due to the absence of a presence that favours gaze.

That reminds me just how many times Julian tasted it when he first visited Robrow.

Say the word "equality" out loud and try to tangle the feet of people who are trying to gain an advantage over themselves, regardless of their consciousness - as if it were mud.

- Because classes are boring and I read books other than textbooks or fall asleep.

- I just have to finish myself off on a difficult and troubled assignment and I'm uncoordinated.

He says things that make Apricot feel "impatient enough," but Julian laughs in his heart as he listens.

It's a place where school kids are, so you could certainly say that.

However, if this has become an "adult workplace," Apricot will soon be in a position to be "praised".

"Though I don't think compassion or coordination is necessary, I don't know how to cultivate it until I crush the" bud "of a child's talent."

Giraffed, unconsciously with his back teeth.

At least it's not the school building that Angletham was looking for.

And having a child who is restricted from living like himself will never be tolerated by the other best friend who gave me a red scarf.

In a wide variety of terms, if you generally saw it, it would be regarded as excellent, and the girl who told the Lady Lordship that her appearance was two melons was said to be a hissopotamus.

Sounds like an unclear “ bad mouth ” to Julian, too.

I feel like I can't stand on my belly, but to speak out, the result was visible: “ Just a caravan escort, what are you suddenly opinionating about ”.

Julian was angry - even hurt - at the girl's “ tracking ” she started in the morning.

Even if someone is superior or inferior and sometimes has unpleasant feelings, I just don't like the way they try to "solve" it by doing this.

"... stressful, hey," Eliphas. "

Just because there were few people on the street and no one on the street, I accidentally called on the “ lover ” who was on my chest.

Shortly after that, a group of children's voices came into Julian's ear and panicked lightly, suppressing his licence.

And I shouldn't.

Bumpy on his own, and if a magnificent man had said it, Julian would seem mildly suspicious himself, so with a red scarf, hidden but correct the collar.

"I'm not a kidnapper," he said.

In addition to the Apricot story at the tavern, I remembered that there was also talk of “ but people kidnapping ” in this country that was really still small, and I was careful not to look like a “ suspicious person ”.

One of the merchants of the Caravan Squad, escorted by Julian, has a figure who travels around the world year round.

According to the person, if he has expanded the scale to the world, it has been done on a scale where "human kidnapping" is frequent, just after Gloriosa and the others have leveled off Cerisanseum.

(You did tell me the traits of being easily kidnapped...)

Within remembering the ″ easy to get kidnapped ″ traits, a group of children are taken by the adult of the puller to turn around the corner of the town and come in the direction of the mercenary stopping.

As far as Julian can tell, it's probably not school, it's a bunch of learners.

Children, including raters and possibly mentors, move forward wearing the same moveable archaeological clothing.

This is a martial arts or something.

At different moments, start with the mentor and all the kids say hello loud and go too far down the street.

Julian responded appropriately, thinking that the story of people being abducted was still enough to go out to the liquor store in Robrow - enough to go out among some adults.

(Besides, kidnapping is really a felony in this country, so if you're bad at it, you'll be executed for just getting involved, so why don't you stop playing with it?)

Though I thought it would be a breeze, I was looking for children with "Zhu Eyes" in the traits "Zhu Hair" that are easily kidnapped.

Brown and chestnut on blonde hair - Mercenary worries end up worried because in Celisanceum there were only children with common hair and eye colors.

(... apparently, you're okay)

If there had been such a child, the mercenary, who was going to even give that leader a shout, breathed small.

Even though I took the liberty of worrying, when I breathed relief and tried to walk out again, something bothered me, and my legs stopped intact.

And with tremendous momentum, Julian looked back in the direction of the children walking past.

After looking at the children's heads again, I realized that there was no girl with "dark hair like having conceived green".

Depending on what you hear, there should only be one place where Robrow is studying these martial arts, and there he is also doing apricots.

(Has everyone in the learning class been sassy about what they can't do, and did they say that they were uncoordinated, and that they were disapproved by their mentors...)

If that's what you're thinking, Julian had a very unpleasant prediction running in the direction that the leaders and children came after they occupied their breasts.

There's a small dojo sign ahead, and if you follow it down the road, you'll see a building like it.

When Julian arrives, there is a girl named “ Apricot ”. If she finds someone who is at all familiar, a harrowing, sad landscape comes to her attention.

At the corner of the entrance to the dojo, there was a girl practicing the basics with a wooden sword mimicking a small machete by herself in just a difficult place to figure out and notice.

A calm self manages to distance itself, calls to watch, watches the girl from the shadows.

For once, "it could be my mistake," and I look around with a hint of hope.

Maybe there's a neighborhood where people live.

So don't worry, keep the child alone -.

Alternatively, there may be other instructors and someone watching if the girl skips or jokes and doesn't make a loud noise after practicing alone.

But if I remember what the woman who really liked children told me about the scarf that was wrapped around Julian's neck, hopes would be crushed.

- A child's voice is nothing unless it gets noisy enough in his ear for someone he likes, but for someone who doesn't like it, it's also something that can be really vicious noise.

- Even in normal life, if someone can't afford to hear a child's voice too loud, it's something that makes enough noise.

When such buildings were built, even in the countryside of childhood familiarity and one's own hometown, churches such as those that would keep the children of Eliphas and Barrota's brothers and sisters were built in quiet parts of the area.

So the dojo place on the outskirts of town had no public streets, and there was no building that would be a residence.

And there are no other mentors - no adults either.

So, if, even though that girl is practicing this alone, she was crying.

If you get hurt by some kind of clap, no one will notice.

″ I Didn't Know ″

The phrase "because I was practicing on my own without the" co-ordination "of excuses leading to it," comes to mind.

Instead of standing on my belly, I can almost scream from the bottom of my belly.

"Calm mercenary around the head" diligently suppresses "gentle Julian".

Adults who leave their little children alone, take only other children, don't know if they work out or something, but go to different places.

A child who may have to obey an adult, but does not have an opinion, even though someone in the same position as himself tries to fit the hard eye for no reason.

"... hahahaha"

If there is no such thing as reason or common sense, I can walk down the path I immediately came to, and if I find that leader, I can leak the urge to beat him up, the little thirsty laugh that pressed him to death.

They're trying to make this country better. This is it.

- Besides, in that territory to be paid by the nobility, which greatly helped in its pacification.

From above the holster, the guns made Eliphas a hawk for Julian.

If the gun isn't iron, and the fruit or brittle stone, it's going to crumble, that kind of momentum.

"... just kidding"

"Not everyone does." I know what it is, but I can't stand it.

"Just be alone, that's all." Other than the person who cares about the person who was done and the person, it seems like a daily, pathetic event that will be cleaned up in simple words.

Kind people have chosen to fight, hoping that the daily routine of a leaning country, where such pitiful things tend to happen, will disappear.

When a shadow seemed to strike the heart of such a kind man,

- Rest in the hearts of the children to the people who live in this country!.

A bright boy's voice came back to Julian's head.

It was really a word that Gloriosa and Julian said in front of each other when the first four decision-makers, now no longer present, "to commemorate the beginning" and when the circle was ruined.

The vibrant words that echoed in my head calm Julian's black-ayed feelings.

(… For now, let's calm down.

Above all, it's dangerous to be alone, so let's talk to that kid and move him somewhere where people are)

Although the child's information that kidnapping is a good target does not match the girl's appearance, the fact that she is alone only seems to be a sword swallow.

It can be a bit of a rambling way, but you just have to take your own memory with "Eliphas".

Most importantly, I wanted to move you out of a place like this fast.

(But later, I need to make sure Apricot doesn't tell me he did it on his own or something -)

I can leave the girl like this, so I'm sure the mentor herself has a few other distorted feelings about the girl.

Behind Julian then, I felt the air shake, and at the next moment, a really slight vibration at my feet and a rushing footsteps.

Julian dives firmly into the shadows so as to hide from the girl ahead and from the footsteps looming from her rear.

I didn't think the owner of the footsteps coming from behind was the one who would harm Apricot.

However, from the heart, Julian pulls herself clean because she was wondering that she was running because she was worried about the girl.

The truth is, it's best for the people closest to you to notice and do "help".

If I could, I would have expected the girl's "family," but it was the young man who came with the butler's clothes in his luggage.

"- Miss Apricot!

"... Rock"

- Why, are you alone!? What about the other alumni? And the teacher?.

Don't say those words in my mouth, I just stopped by the young girl's side and was happy to see her safe first.

From the position where Julian could lurk, the girl could not see the expression, but the voice sounded cute but not emotionally hidden, sounded flat.

(The "brother" was with me on the way to the store, but I think he found the group.)

- And I know so much about the current state of Apricot that I can understand what was happening to the girl, the moment I saw that group of people.

(Even if you understand it, when it comes to "your home" as a servant, you can't do anything.)

Julian is also the granddaughter's grandfather, who looks at the mansion in a small high place where a wise man lives that he was the best helper of the childhood familiars, and then watches over the two.

If you can tell from the fact that she is wearing the distinctive clothes "butler clothes" and from the fact that the girl reads her name without warning, I guess that young man is the butler of Lord Robrow's mansion.

(Hmm? Butler clothes?)

Deacon clothes - Deacon, so I remembered something.

(Indeed, along with Pean Vinegar, there was a "boy" who was good at witchcraft in butler's clothing that he helped the deciding army... is that him?.

But no, aren't you too young?)

Before Pean Vinegar sucked the memory of the person involved, using the Magic Book, which is also where Eliphas was originally found on his chest.

I didn't hear it with caution back then, so I don't remember it clearly.

But not everyone knew enough about the helpers to say "Peen Vinegar" and "Deacon's Lock".

Just a characteristic part, a tall red-and-black coat wrapped gray-haired man and a boy with a constant, medium face beside the man.

It is true that there were many of them who knew what was going on.

(But if you're a "back then" boy, you're already quite an Osama... or whatever, you should be old enough to hang out in the middle of nowhere)

"... I think you're getting old just because you look old."

Whimpering small in his mouth, Julian gazes at what is to come.

'... let's come, lady.

I will show you a place where you can practice alone.

It's okay to move.

If it's true, it's a bad thing to leave a child alone in such a lonely place. '

Julian is "relieved" by the sound of the butler who looks like the young man with a clear sense of "anger".

You're all right now.

If there's someone close to me who can move angrily for that girl, "so far" is fine.

Some parts were like telling myself half the time, but the next day the caravan leaves, so I have to gather at the inn once by night today.

"... please, Mr. Rock"

If the butler of the mansion is all that angry and worried, I hope there is some movement.

Thus, if the hindsight of Apricot, leaving with the butler, turned the corner of Robrow and ceased to look perfect, Julian followed the scene as well.

- The next day, the hour of the day when we leave Robrow again.

The mercenary of the escort crossed the horse and served as the carriage lord (Shinkansen) with his luggage on it.

Near the barracks, a specialty of this territory, one child - a girl dancing around the river in the gorge - entered my eyes.

Around the wide river, his hands and legs stretched out to jump, dancing lazily - it looked like - but there was a shining "blade" at the end of the girl's hand.

"... does that mean they're fighting?"

"I won't help you easily, first" fight "yourself, face it"

In the heads of those around me, voices that I don't know about.

From then on, until what happened between the girl and the butler, Julian doesn't know.

However, the girl's expression doesn't look good, but yesterday, as someone who knew the battle seemed to move better than the practice she was doing alone.

"... don't push it, Floyline."

Caravan carriages move on.

Thinking about what time it would be next to visit Robrow regularly, across the sky, "gobbling" and thunderbolting.

- It was "Far Thunder" to inform visitors of the summer season.

On such a road, one traveler and caravan rarely had a different team.

"What do we say, but it's a rarity to head west."

If Julian said with a retrospective view that the traveler was heading straight west - toward Robrow, where we were earlier - then yes, indeed, a few of the caravans laughed and replied.

He is hooded at the depth of his eyes, his face is not well visible, but he is in a relaxed foothold, and he proceeds.

If you look at it from the side, the gentle mercenary is slightly worried because he did not appear to be carrying a weapon-like weapon.

Gobbling and thundering again, I looked up at the sky.

On the edge of the sky that was too blue, there were black clouds.

This isn't evening.

In the same way as a line of caravans, when it rains, it is out in my mouth.

The carriage increased its speed by not being able to fit in and trying to find a place where it could rain before it rained.

Julian also lightly hits the horse belly with his foot, increasing his speed.

If it went a while, Robrow would be far away, and the earlier traveler would no longer see him at all.

Which one of you will meet her first, "The Traveler" or "The Evening"?

- If I can, I want the traveler and that child to meet and, like myself and that deacon youth, be the ones who want to do something about the situation of a girl named Apricot.

If it was an unusual condition to get out of, the next time I visited Robrow, I decided to take action.

Proceed with the horse and speak to the person responsible for holding the carriage's reins.

When is your next scheduled flight to the caravan?

If that's what you asked, "Next, it's about past the middle of the fall season. I'll keep in touch with the merchant in that example."

- And it was autumn, and when it came to visiting Robrow, things had changed, as they had left before this, they had not.

The girl was practicing in the river plains, "alone," just like the early summer day when Julian walked away.

"Wasn't a traveler a hero?"

I know I don't deserve to say anything but I'm just a little sorry.

Julian looks out at Apricot, who is practicing alone by the river, through a window made to pierce the rock walls while he unloads his caravan at the checkpoint.

"If I don't have to be a traveler or a hero anymore, I just need to show up as a prince and take that girl away."

If I had halved the joke and the seriousness and spoken that feeling, I accidentally stopped moving the girl.

I was looking up at the sky.

Just now, the "people" coming from outside Robrow are bound to come, the eastern sky - staring in the direction where the Wang capital is located.

In the distance, I can only see the sides, but I can see the atmosphere is changing.

Then the girl started the dance she was doing when Caravan's walked away from Robrow before.

Hand and foot movements that make regularity and rationality a top priority, but attractive as they are.

Still, the dagger in your hand has the sharpness not to hesitate to wear a steeple if you had a target at any time.

And every time the girl's face turns in the direction of the king's capital, even though she is far away, she gives a glimpse of a certain cut.

Girl's ″ Perfect Just Dance ″ is joined by something that doesn't just attract you, but makes you have the colour to give something to your heart.

It seems certain that something happened while Julian was away. "

To its identity and name, the shiny man somehow noticed but stopped putting it in his mouth.

- When I put it in my mouth, there were rumors that it wouldn't work!.

A powerful girl's voice was heard from her memory, still in the middle of a dance, but Kurli, turned her back on the window.

I know, Ancestor Floyline.

Well, then, for now, what am I going to do?

Even if we go to the tavern, time is fast... "

In the meantime, the one-way escort is over, so you are free until the commercial use of the caravan is complete for a few days.

Exhaling small, Julian decides to explore the realm using the "sketch" as an excuse - just as he did when he came before this.

"No, it's time to cut or line it up and think about making it into a picture book."

With that said, when I opened the cover of a thick sketchbook that also serves as a parallax and a drawing board, I had a selection of pieces left over for Julian, a novice to painting.

The painting style was also fixed because it drew quite well into the tunnel.

The story is largely determined, with two children appearing.

The models are childhood friendly and their son.

With the desire that the familiar child tell his son what he could not tell him in a picture book.

Among the models, Arsen was going to use it as it was because Julian tried to draw it himself and was able to draw it (even though he understood it as self-admiration) so well that he thought of it as an "angel" unexpectedly.

However, the other model - if you used Anglecomb as it is, the two mothers and children, who probably haven't even blocked their wounds yet, must be heartbreaking.

And even if I changed my appearance slightly, I'm still going to get annoyed, and I think I have to change it.

So, whoever you model, think again.

In an attempt to refer to the child Julian knew, the first thing I came to think of was Netuark, a boy with colored hair and eyes, who had a sage attached to take care of him.

I initially thought it wasn't a bad "candidate".

But even if I had to line up "Arsen" and "Netsurk" in my paintings, I wouldn't be sure.

In the first place, Arsen and Netuk don't know each other.

- In fact, when Netuark "screwed up".

From Anglecomb, young Arsen sees Netuark, who tries to preach.

But since the mercenaries didn't know that, they still decided not to use the colored boy.

Besides, I can't think of a connection when I think about "Alsen" in a picture book.

Even when the real Arsene reads it, I find it hard to get emotions into it.

"... I'm going to make it just for Alsen in the first place."

This picture book that Julian makes is not meant to include a message for 10,000 people.

However, I only want it to be passed on to my familiar son, so I think about how much Arsene would be interested in making.

And an angelic boy really loves the "father" thing, even Julian at first sight knew enough.

Angletham, the father, also really loved his son and wished his son, who looked like a little crybaby, to be strong in a true sense, realized for a few days, when he was shady escorting him.

But if you made it look like Angletham immediately, Arsen would still get hurt.

But Arsene's interest still resembles his beloved father.

"It makes you feel Anglecomb, but it's not Anglecomb..."

When I put it out in my mouth, I remembered unexpectedly that it was Netuk again.

More precisely, a big boy with brown skin burned in the day like Angletham, who said he was "best friend" of Netsuak, who was there when he came to Julian to obituate the will of a wise man.

The appearance and atmosphere are totally different, Julian's childhood acquaintance Angletham with the boy that he is Netuark's best friend, but only that skin color was really very similar.

"Well, if you have as much in common as your skin, even if you remember Angletham, your face is completely different.

Now, you might be interested in a picture book. "

If you could keep me interested and read the story of the picture book, I'm sure that that smart-looking boy would understand.

That's how I thought about it, and if I had just painted a boy on painting paper at first sight who was behind Sarasala and Netuark, I could also paint this better than Julian thought.

Just if you arranged Arsene for a picture book and a brown boy who burned on the day, it would be a totally personal emotion, but familiar.

Even if I try to line it up with "the three" to match the anglecam I was drawing in the rough earlier, the boy behind Netuark "fits" better with Arsen.

But more than "Angletham," Julian leaned his neck slightly to the familiar appearance, so he made a small voice with A and drew a smile.

Yeah, well, Angletham has to have Balsam.

Though my illustrations, I thought the illustrations lined up Angletham and Balsam were reasonably well drawn.

"One day, if Balsam's feeling better, maybe I can paint a picture book of my encounter with Angletham..."

With that said, Julian decided on two of the characters.

When I found time, I was working out the idea of a picture book talking story, but the boy who ended up modeling Arsen really decided to be an angel.

It's a picture book. It doesn't matter if it's fantastic.

The story, determined as the adorable angel boy, the energetic boy who burned in the day, is created in Julian's head.

Then, I sketched all kinds of landscapes as I went around the caravan and used them as material for my picture books.

I also accumulated such "material" that I wanted to tidy up somewhere once and for all - to decide on the "ending".

"Happy endings are set..."

Walk the country road of Robrow, holding a large bag with sketch tools, which I now fully remember.

However, I remember, there are places that I naturally avoid.

That was, of course, the Lordship Mansion, the place where you have the best chance of meeting the Lords of Robrow.

But the mercenary, who was concentrating on the picture book, heard the tongue and the sound of building something, and gradually realized that he was coming to the foot of a hill with a lord's mansion.

And in front of me, a large building with a lot of construction going on can be done in 80% of the way.

(Yeah, it's been built since the time my son and his wife went back or not)

If that's what you think, you're going to be spending a lot of time building it, but I also feel like I've heard stories in the tavern before that the lord himself hasn't rushed to completion that far.

- Oh, Mr. Zaheto.

There were just a few caravan merchants there.

There are also about two carriages coming, and day-hired pedals are unloading their luggage.

- It's rare to see it here, give me a place to sketch today?.

"No, I'm not sketching today.

Truth be told, Robrow's pride has been sketched, and I'm in the middle of finding a place to tidy it up.

I want to organize memories. "

I said it as it was, as there was nothing particularly delusional about it.

- As usual, he's got good arms, but his mouth is shiny.

If the merchants laughed at Julian's words, the Loblaw inhabitants on his side, apparently the carpenters, would also come to his side and stand still for a little while.

And if I heard that the mercenaries were looking for a quiet place, the local carpenter's inhabitants proceeded to the same place that was spoken for.

- Oh, then the courtyard of the lord's mansion would be good.